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Ass-Up Massage Parlor for Heru by Draconicon

"I'm glad you're willing to give me a chance, sir. I've been wanting to work here for quite a while."

"Yeah, yeah. I need a massage therapist pretty bad, too. Let's see what you got."

Teminth smiled at the stripping lion. Hughs might have been a bit of an older man, but the lion definitely still had a good body. Salt and pepper in his mane or not, the feline had a great deal of muscle beneath his slightly fading body. The dragon couldn't help but enjoy the strip show that he got as the lion continued taking his clothes off, ignoring his own needs as his prospective employer got naked.

He focused on his table as best he could, but it was rather hard to keep his attention on something so boring as the cushioned massage table when he had such lovely eye-candy just a few feet away. From that hefty sheath to the muscled rump, Hughs was every inch as sexy as he had been dignified during the initial interview.

The dragon pulled his hands off of the table as Hugh pulled himself onto it, laying down with his head turned away from the dragon.

"No funny business, now. I ain't one of those pretty boys you might have massaged on your own time."

I know. You stated you were straight and you ran a straight establishment already, Teminth thought as he looked down at the lion's ass. It was a pity that his boss kept thinking like that; a surprising number of professional massage workers were men, and gay to boot. Blocking them from a business was restricting a lot of talent.

Still, he didn't think it would be that difficult to change the big guy's mind. The dragon was good at what he did, and...well, he did have a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright, just relax, and let me work."

"Just don't go too heavy on that oil. I am gonna need to put my clothes back on after this, you know."

Teminth chuckled as though it were one of the better jokes he'd heard, shaking his head as he picked up an oil bottle. Pouring some of the heated oil into his hands, he rubbed them together to release the smell into the air, a soft sandalwood scent that quickly permeated the room. The sight of the lion slumping a bit further into the table was encouraging, too; looked like he'd picked the right smell.

Tipping the bottle over the lion's spine, he drew a line of it up and down the feline's back. It spread out a bit, soaking the fur along his potential employer's back, but only a bit. Not enough to worry him.

"Alright, we'll start up at your shoulders. Ready?"

"Yeah. Go nuts."

It only took the dragon a couple of minutes to find the points where the lion was under the most pressure. Rubbing his thumbs into the back of Hughs' neck, Teminth took his time to get the lion to groan, even moan from the pressure that he was putting on the feline's muscles.

"Feeling good?"

"Yeah...pretty darn...Mmmph."

"Something the matter, sir?"

"Not at all. Just...keep doing what you're doing. It feels good. Damn good."

He was glad to hear that, as it was entirely the point of doing this in the first place. Chuckling under his breath, Teminth continued dragging the massage down the lion's back, gradually making his way further and further down. The oil along the lion's spine provided an easy lubricant for his hands, letting them glide along the fuzzy back, pushing down on the muscles that needed it and gliding over those that were doing alright.

The deep massage continued ever lower, and each new muscle group treated brought a new, lower groan from the lion beneath him. Teminth kept an eye on him, always aware of anything that looked like the lion was getting tense, and always keeping a watch for something that the lion particularly liked. So far, the former were much easier to catch. Anything further out than a couple of inches from the spine didn't go appreciated, and the dragon didn't want to push the big guy too much.

It wasn't until he reached the lion's tail that he started getting more positive signs from his client. As he brushed his scaly hands over the furry base of Hughs' tail, the lion groaned out loud. Feeling the shudder going down the lion's back, the dragon chuckled, pressing his thumbs into the nerves around the base of the lion's tail.

"Sounds like I found a good place for you, sir."

"I've...never felt anything like it. What did you do?"

"What I always do, Hughs. I find the spots that aren't aligned correctly, and I...correct them."

He pushed in several small bunches of nerves around the tail, and the lion slumped forward more, his body completely relaxed. A soft moan escaped the big cat's mouth, and Teminth had to bite his lip to not chuckle.

"Ooooh, fuck, that felt good. What the hell did you just do?"

"Most males carry a lot of tension in their lower backs. It's something about the way that they carry themselves, I think." Or the fact that they clench so much so that they don't look gay. "So, I found a way to help my clients relax. Not all of them are pretty boys, you know; some of them are very upstanding members of the community, people that you probably would interact with on a day to day basis."

"Mmph. Well...if you can do something like this, you're almost hired. Got any other tricks that you can show me?"

"Mmm, several, Hughs. Allow me to continue."

As the lion nodded his consent, the dragon brought his hands down to the lion's ass cheeks. There was a hint of tension at the first touch, but he'd earned enough of Hughs' trust to get away with it. He squeezed the lion's golden rump, rubbing it lightly before digging his hands into the fleshy bits, pushing into the muscle beneath.

Rubbing up and out, he could feel the lion relaxing ever more beneath his hands. It was a lovely feeling, seeing the powerful businessman slowly turning into a puddle of happy goo beneath his fingers. Even more, though, he could feel the lion's ass cheeks losing some of the tension in them, willingly coming further and further apart with each subsequent rub that he gave them.

Eventually, that golden rump was so relaxed that the cheeks actually spread. What would take two hands on a normal person happened naturally on Hughs, leaving the lion's asshole exposed to the dragon. It was surprisingly tight looking, and very, very tempting.

"How are you feeling, Hughs?"

"Mmmph."

"Are you still there, Hughs?"

"Mmmphmmmm...."

Hehehe, happens every time, he thought with a small chuckle. The nerves around the ass were always so tense with most guys, either due to their own worries or because they just didn't take care of themselves. As soon as they were relaxed, it brought down a lot of barriers, both physical and mental.

The dragon chuckled again as he leaned forward, pressing his hands on the spread ass cheeks, and pushing them even further apart. The soft down of sweat was clear on the lion's rear, circling the hole in a light, sparkling ring of musky dampness. It wasn't much, but strong enough to be smelled over the oil. Teminth licked his lips and lowered his head, brushing his tongue over the lion's hole.

Hughs jerked slightly, but was so relaxed that Teminth barely felt it. The dragon's tongue flicked back and forth between those spread cheeks, running up the 'valley' that they left behind and gathering the musky sweat that had been left there. His tongue took much longer than a dog or a cat might to gather it up, but it allowed him to savor it all the long. His hands continued to rub along the lion's ass cheeks, keeping them spread, keeping the lion from focusing too much on the licking he was getting.

The closer he got to the lion's hole, the more that Hughs' groans started to turn to moans. By the time the forked tip was going over the hole directly, the lion was panting for breath, his moans coming hard and fast. There was a new tension not far from the lion's ass, Teminth realized. He could feel it through his chin, pressed up against the lion's flesh just behind his balls.

Must be pretty darn hard right now, he thought with a smile. Then again, who wouldn't be from a good rimming?

The dragon gave up any pretense of actually massaging the lion, working over his asshole with his tongue instead. His 'boss' was mewling like a kitten, panting and slowly lifting his hips from the table. Teminth rose with his boss's body, smiling as he saw that he'd been right. The lion was completely hard, oozing pre against the table below.

He never rose to all fours, though. Hughs kept his head down on the table, as well as his arms. The only thing to rise was his tail and his ass, and the dragon kept licking, rimming, licking over it. The lion's hole twitched beneath his tongue, as he flicked his tongue against it again and again. Each new lick, each new tease pushed the lion harder, and the room began to echo with heavy feline moans.

Teminth panted as he pressed his lips against the lion's hole, sticking his tongue inside. The lion seemed to go nuts from that, gasping as his cock suddenly started twitching. Teminth smiled, flicking his tongue against the lion's prostate as he felt his 'boss' go over the edge, cumming all over the massage table. He kept up the anal assault for nearly a minute after the lion had finished orgasming before finally pulling his tongue free.

As he wiped his scaly hands clean, he watched as the lion slowly seemed to wake up. Hughs slowly rolled his legs off of the table, and looked at the dragon.

Rather than looking pissed at what had just happened, Hughs looked...ecstatic. For lack of a better word, he looked positively worshipful.

"That was...amazing."

"I told you that I was good."

"Could I...could you do something like that again?"

"Maybe. If I was working here, that is, and had the proper...benefits."

"Oh, you'll get them. I swear, you'll get them. Anything you want."

"Heh, including that kitty ass around something besides my tongue?"

"Of course; you deserve it."

"Alright, why don't you go get the contract then? I'd like to get started as soon as I can."

Considering how much jock ass I'm probably gonna see here, I'm going to have a lot of fun with this job.

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