What is Himeros Massage? Brett Jackson knows Himeros was the Greek god of sexual desire, but how does that translate into a massage, and is he ready for whatever it might be?<br><br>After throwing his cheating and drug-addicted boyfriend out of his life, Brett spent a year believing celibacy was his best option. But his close friend Leo says Brett has checked out of life, and it’s time to return. He gives Brett a gift certificate for a massage. The only problem is, he won’t -- or can’t -- describe what a Himeros Massage is. He just assures Brett it isn’t a “rub and tug” kind of thing.<br><br>Meeting handsome massage therapist Aaron James, Brett decides to open his mind and see what happens. But can a massage really help him reclaim his life?

Himeros Massage

Brett looked over at his lover lying naked on top of the covers. The man’s sculpted body suddenly reminded Brett of a sepulcher—beautiful carved marble outside and absolute decay and shit inside. 


Brett started to violently tremble. “I can’t do this, Leo…I’m so fucking twisted in my head… I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m so sorry. I just need him out.”


“Call the police, right fucking now!”


“I can’t,” Brett sobbed, feeling the burn of shame. “I just want him out. Please… c-c-can you…I mean, he’s always been afraid of you. Can you just be here when I…when I kick him out?” 


“I’m on my way. Do not wake him or say anything until I get there. And call a fucking locksmith…we’re changing the locks on your door, today!”


Despite having gotten home at five A.M. and having barely fallen asleep, Leo had immediately gotten up, ridden the subway for forty-five minutes to support Brett. 


Chapter 4