Dreams Come True
“We knew you’d be stressed out about your wedding, so we all went in on this,” Damien, his best man, said as he handed Owen a shiny golden envelope.
Owen held the envelope in his hand. His name was scrawled on the front in ornate cursive. “What’d you all get me—a Starbucks gift card or something?” He shook the envelope and held it up to his ear.
His groomsmen smiled. There were only three of them. Owen didn’t have a ton of friends, but he was close to the ones he did have. Damien, his best friend since second grade, grew up right down the street. Kevin was his roommate throughout all of college, the only roommates they were aware of that didn’t currently hate each other. And Arthur, the goofball of the group, moved to Owen’s childhood town in high school and befriended him and Damien.
Owen slid his finger behind the envelope’s flap and tore it open. He pulled the thick card stock out. It read, “Damien, we present to you and your three groomsmen a day you’ll never forget. We’ll see you on May 6th. — Dreams Come True Spa”
“A spa day? I don’t hate it… but wouldn’t this be more something for Melissa and her bridesmaids? I thought we’d play Super Smash Bros., drink beer, and maybe a stripper would show up as the pizza delivery gal.”
“This isn’t any old spa,” Damien said with a shit-eating grin. “This is a special spa.”
“Don’t look it up, promise?” Kevin said. “Let it be a surprise.”
“Yeah, don’t look it up, ya’ big dingus,” Arthur said.
“All right, all right. I’m sure it’ll be fun. I trust you guys.”
It killed Owen to not look up the spa online, but he made it through the last week before his bachelor party. His groomsmen picked him up at noon, and they left for Dreams Come True. Instead of road sodas and shots, Kevin, always conscious of his health, even throughout college, brought bananas, flax muffins, apples, carrots, and bottles of water. “If there’s one thing we’re going to need for this spa day, it’s fuel.” They ate their snacks on the drive.
The spa was secluded in the mountains. They pulled through the gate, which was guarded by two topless mermaid statues. “This place looks legit,” Owen said. “My back’s been killing me lately, so I’m really hoping they’ve got a back expert here.” The three groomsmen looked at each and laughed.
Arthur said, “I don’t know, man. You might throw your back out here.”
They parked the car in front of the spa. It looked like a modern log cabin with green, metal roofing. Trimmed shrubs surrounded the building, with evergreen trees covering the backdrop. Two shirtless centaur statues guarded the entrance to the building. The inside was immaculate and modern, completely different from the exterior’s cabin aesthetic. A woman sat at a desk in the center of the lobby. She wore a tight-fitting dress. Large glasses perched on her nose. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun.
“Welcome,” she said. “You four must be the Owen party. Correct?”
“That’s right,” Damien said. He put his arm around Owen. “He’s the lucky man. His big day is tomorrow.”
“Congratulations, Owen,” she said. She pulled four clipboards out her desk. “My name is Chloe. I need each of you to sign one of these. The rules are simple, boys. 1. No phones. No cameras. Hand ‘em over.” They set their phones on her desk. She took them and locked them in a drawer. “2. Any intercourse requires you wear a condom. We take this seriously. If there’s any hint of penetration without your willies wrapped up, the entire party will be removed. Clear?” They all nodded. “And, finally, 3. Consent is the cornerstone of Dreams Come True. No means no.” The groomsmen nodded their heads. Owen looked over at each of them, confused as to what was happening. “Above all else, enjoy yourselves.”
All of them signed their agreement. Beneath was a pamphlet of available treatments the spa offered. “Take a seat and select the three treatments you’d like to receive today. When you’re all ready, I’ll take them and show you all to the waiting room. Can I offer any of you a beverage, an aphrodisiac, or a male-enhancement pill?”
Arthur said, “I’ll take all three.” The other three declined.
Owen looked at the menu. Back massage, mani-pedi, facial. Below facial were two checkboxes—“give” or “receive.” He arched his eyebrows and looked at it more closely. Acupuncture, mud soak, couples massage, nurse check-up, penis salt scrub. “What?” he said aloud. “Penis salt scrub?” It began to dawn on him what this place was.
Further down the list, the subtly disappeared. The magic triangle (missionary, doggy, cowgirl), anal, threesome (bring your own man for MMF), submissive, dominant. The list continued, and he wasn’t even sure what they meant. Each option had an array of choices, from gender to ethnicity to age to role-play.
“Any of you want to tag-team with me in a threesome?” Arthur asked.
“Hard no,” Damien said.
“Fuck it, why not?” Kevin said. He lived across the country now, and he figured he’d never see Arthur again. It was an ideal time to try something different.
Chloe returned with a glass of sparkling water, a pill, and a bar of chocolate. She handed them to Arthur and returned to her desk.
Embarrassed and uncertain about all of this, Owen didn’t say anything. His groomsmen couldn’t be more excited.
They finished making their selections and brought them up to Chloe. She reviewed them and said, “You’ve all made fine choices.” She stood up. “Follow me, please.” She led them to a room with cedar-covered walls. There was a large couch, three comfortable chairs, and a coffee table covered with magazines, a deck of cards, books, water bottles, and snacks.
Four robes hung on the wall with four pairs up slippers below. “Change into your robes and wait here. Someone will show you to your rooms for each appointment. And don’t worry, the books, magazines, and snacks are yours to keep if you so choose. We replace them between each group. Enjoy.” She left the room.
The four of them changed into their robes and slippers and took a seat on the couch. Kevin flipped through a vintage Playboy magazine in mint condition.
“What have you all gotten me into?” Owen asked.
Arthur slapped him on the back and said, “Loosen up, pal. It’s going to fucking awesome.”
Before they had time to settle in too much, a curvy dark-skinned woman wearing a tank top and jean shorts showed up. “I’m here for a threesome with Arthur and Kevin.” They both stood up. She led them out. Damien and Owen looked up at each other and grinned.
“Dude, we’ve talked about our sex lives before, but this takes it all to another level.”
“I hear ya’, but give it a chance. Loosen up, have some fun. You’re going to be eating out the same pussy for the rest of your life, so soak this up. It’s your last day of freedom.”
There was another light knock on the door. A petite woman with curly red hair stepped into the waiting room. “I’m here for Owen, it looks like you’re scheduled for a back massage.”
“You better not have selected all the normal shit, I swear to god,” Damien said.
“I didn’t, I didn’t. My back hurts, what can I say?” Owen shrugged as he got up.
His back massage was, as he hoped, a typical back massage. His masseuse, Emily, did an excellent job. The hot stones felt incredible on his back, and her hands were magic. Much to his relief, she remained clothed the entire time. It was just like any massage he had before.
Emily returned Owen to the waiting room. He felt like he was reborn, his entire body relaxed. Arthur and Kevin were sitting in the room playing gin rummy and sipping on whiskey, thick as thieves. Arthur had a tent in his robe, still erect from the pill he took.
“What’d you get?” Arthur asked.
“Just a back massage.”
“A kinky back massage?” Arthur asked.
“Nope, just a normal one.”
“You fucking prude. We spend all this money on you, and you get a normal-ass back massage.”
“Want a drink?” Kevin asked.
“I better,” Owen said. Kevin scooped some ice into a glass and poured him some whiskey. Owen took a sip. “How was your treatment?”
“Fucking amazing,” Arthur said. “Kevin, he’s my kind of guy. And Rachael, she was something else.”
“I have to agree with your good friend here, he’s one-hundred percent right. We had a blast.”
Before Owen could finish his drink, there was a knock on the door. An older woman with a significant chest wearing a skimpy police uniform stepped in. “Owen, I’m going to have to ask you some questions in the backroom.”
“Oh shit, you dirty dog,” Arthur said, smiling.
Owen’s face turned red, and he followed the police officer. She led him down a hallway, opened the door, and said, “After you, sir.”
It was a movie-set quality interrogation room. Two metal chairs sat on either side of a plain table. A mirror covered the wall opposite the door. A bright fluorescent light illuminated the room.
“Take a seat.”
He did.
“We’ve had multiple reports of voyeurism from women in your neighborhood. Have you been spying on women, Owen?”
“N-no… No, I haven’t.”
She took a seat and stared at him in the eyes. She pushed her breasts together with her shoulders. He glanced down. “Are you sure?” She unbuttoned the top button of her uniform.
“I really haven’t, I swear.”
“April 2th. Our witness said, ‘I saw him looking up at me through my bedroom window while I was changing.’ Are you telling me that wasn’t you? Her description fits you perfectly.” She unbuttoned her top further, her upper breasts showing. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
The officer quickly stood up from her chair, knocking backward onto the ground. She walked around to Owen and got on her knees. “Let’s see if I can’t get the truth out of you.” She unstrung his robe. His penis was already stiff. “Your hard cock is evidence enough of your guilt.”
She kissed the tip of his penis, leaving behind a bit of her red lipstick. The officer took off her top, her large natural breasts sagging. A cesarian scar ran up her stomach. The officer took him entirely in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down. Every so often, she’d take a break and use her tongue.
“That feels great, really, it truly does. But I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that. I’m sorry to interrupt, but where, uh, do you want me to come?”
“You selected the facial, didn’t you?” she asked, her stern tone gone.
He nodded his head.
“Admit it, you spied on those girls,” she said, gruffly, back in character.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.
She fondled his testicles while she stroked his cock. Owen found her firm grip and slight aggression turned him on. “I did, I did! I spied on those women!” She pumped his dick hard. His ass clenched, and his whole body shook.
Owen’s semen flew over the officer’s face, covering her forehead, eyes, and cheeks. Owen breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath.
“You’re going to spend the night in a cell for that, you guilty son of a bitch.”
She stepped out of the room, grabbed a towel hanging outside the room, and wiped off her face. Buttoning up her uniform, she calmly said, “Follow me, please.”
Only Damien was in the waiting room. “How was it?” he asked Owen as he entered the room.
“Honestly… I kinda-sorta loved it.”
“I told you, man. I knew it. Just let go a bit and have a good time.”
“What’s next for you?”
“Submissive with a dominatrix—it’s always been a fantasy of mine, but Kylie’s never been remotely interested.”
“Fun,” Owen said. He grabbed a handful of peanuts and a bottle of water. He laid back on the couch. Damien was escorted out not long after. Owen flipped through the vintage Playboy. He was surprisingly getting aroused already at the idea of his last treatment.
There was a knock on the door. A woman with jet black hair in a slutty nurse costume entered. “Owen… I’m going to have to do a check-up on you before the doctor can see you.” She looked down at her clipboard. “It looks like you’re having some issues with your cock. The receptionist wrote here that it’s too hard.”
She led him to a different room than last. It was a doctor’s office, no different than his regular doctor’s. Rolled out paper covered the bed. Posters were hung on the walls, but instead of diagrams of lungs, ear, etc., the diagrams were of vaginas, penises, and breasts.
“Take a seat,” the nurse said. He sat on the crinkly paper. “Hold out your arm.” She slid a blood pressure sleeve up it. “Your blood pressure seems elevated. I’ll have to let the doctor know,” she said when she was finished taking it.
“Would you disrobe? Let’s take a look at your cock.”
He took off his robe and sat back down on the bed. The paper was cold and awkward against his bare bottom.
Without warning, the nurse grabbed Owen’s penis. She squeezed it. She ran her hand up and down it. “I see, I see. Hmm…” She cradled his testicles. “Not good. Not good at all.”
“What’s the problem?”
“It seems like you came not too long ago, but you’re still hard as a rock. That’s dangerous. Hold it in too long, and you’ll experience extreme pain in your testicles.”
“Oh no,” Owen said. “Is there any medicine I can take to help?”
“Unfortunately, no. The only option at this point is physical intervention.”
“Surgery?”
“No,” the nurse said as she grabbed his cock again and began stroking it. “I’ll have to administer the procedure. It’ll be quick.” She spit onto his cock and rubbed her hand up and down it. She ran a fingertip over his scrotum. Cold and aroused, his skin broke out in goosebumps.
The nurse grabbed a small plastic cup from her medical table on wheels. “I’m going to need you to come into this. Every last drop. We’ll run tests at the lab and get them back to you tomorrow.”
“O-okay…” he said. He was breathing heavily. The nurse stroked his penis with assured indifference. “I’m g-gonna come, oh my god.” She directed his penis toward the cup, collecting all of his semen.
“Very good.” She capped the cup and made a note on her clipboard with a pen. “I’ll get this submitted right away.”
Owen was exhausted after his back massage and having came twice. He thought he was all done, his fun had. But he looked down and saw his penis was still hard. The nurse was as surprised as he was.
“It looks like the procedure didn’t help. I guess there’s only one option left.” She slipped a condom out of her uniform’s breast pocket. The nurse unwrapped it, rolled it over Owen’s cock, and wiggled out of her too-tight bottoms. She pushed Owen back on the table and said, “This won’t hurt, promise.” She crawled on top of him.
Owen was speechless. A blowjob, a handjob, those weren’t too bad. But intercourse, that’s cheating, right? Or does it not count because it’s a bachelor party? The nurse guided his cock inside of her. Too late now. He let all reservations go. He grabbed the nurse’s ass. They bounced up and down together in sync. The paper on the exam bed tore. The metal drawers rattled.
Owen lasted longer than usual. “That’s it, that’s it,” the nurse said. “Ahhh…” She orgasmed on top of him, her lower body shaking uncontrollably. Owen kept fucking her, nearly there, thrusting up into her.
He came for the last time that day, the condom filled.
The nurse got off of him, caught her breath, and said, “It seems everything is, ahem, in fine working order. No need to see the doctor today.” She wasn’t used to her patients making her orgasm, they usually came before she was anywhere close. She took the condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash.
The nurse led Owen back to the waiting room. His groomsmen were already changed back into their clothes.
“I’m glad none of you got kicked out,” Owen said.
“What’s the verdict?” Damien asked. “Did you have a good time?”
“You know what, I really did. Thanks, guys.”
“When I get married and you take me here, maybe try something other than the boring vanilla shit, okay?” Arthur said as he slapped Owen’s back.
They got their phones from Chloe and drove home. No one had much to say. Arthur and Kevin sat closer together than they did on the way to the spa. All of them were grateful they had leftover snacks. Owen’s mind was clear, and his back felt better than it had in years.
“See ya’ tomorrow,” they yelled out the window as they dropped Owen off at his place.
“Thanks for the nice day, guys. I appreciate it.”
Owen’s wedding went off without issue, and the groomsmen were surprisingly tight-lipped about the bachelor party. Who knows, Owen told himself, if I’m ever back at Dreams Come True, maybe I’ll try something a bit more adventurous.