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", "writing": "Carel Canine Ashiatsu\n\n\tCarel groaned. His vision was blurry. He saw darkness mixed with strands of light and nothing more. He couldn’t even open his eyes. Much less find the strength to stand up after what happened to him.\n\n\t[i]I’m so tired.[/i]\n\n\tHe blinked once. He blinked twice. And he blinked some more. His eyelids were heavy, but they were moving. He still saw darkness, and yet there were glimpses of light that were piercing through. He was sure that those glimpses were visible across some little gaps.\n\n\t[i]Why am I seeing in gaps?[/i]\n\n\tHe gave a singular blink, closing his eyes hard and opening them in a single flick of his eyelids. Once again, he saw darkness with some gaps of light. But this time he noticed something. He heard laughter, a chorus of feminine laughter. And he felt a pressure on his face, more specifically around the area surrounding his eyes.\n\n\t[i]Oh, yeah, I’m being punished. I guess what Nina and Yu Ame Tai did to me was not a dream then. This is gonna suck.[/i]\n\n\t“He’s awake,” giggled a sophisticated voice.\n\n\t“I know,” a husky one growled with pleasure.\n\n\t[i]I wish Yu Ame had not paralyzed me. It’s hard to make demands when I can’t move my lips. Hell, why do they start the torture by blindfolding me with their paws?[/i]\n\n\t“I think you should start the show, fox twins!” a raspy voice demanded. “We all want our turn and there’s the next group after that.”\n\n\t“Are you talking about the birds or the monkeys?” a soft voice asked. \n\n\t“I’m not sure,” a mature voice shrugged. “We’ll find out after we’re done. Can you take your paws off his face, girls?”\n\n\tThe fox twins complied and Carel was greeted by two vixens. One of them was a classical red vixen with sophisticated tastes named Reina. The other one was an exotic yet demanding artic vixen named Sneg. \n\n\tMentally, he groaned. Those two were teases with the customers, his workers, and with him. Although they were not related, they liked to work together as if they were sisters to increase their teasing teamwork. That being said, individually, they brought much to the plate too.\n\n\tReina was a ballet enthusiast. She could easily apply pressure using a single leg, and then add her whole body weight by focusing all her balance in her toes. She used those dance moves every time she found a kink on his body. They were painful, but there was no denying that the muscular pains were gone after she was done with him.\n\n\tShe was currently wearing a black leotard that left her arms and legs bare. It was simplistic, stylish, and practical. It also gave her an excuse to practice ballet when she was not auditioning for a recital. \n\n\t[i]I’m starting to think she does more ballet on top of clients than on stages.[/i]\n\n\tSneg was more focused than her comrade. Her legs were shorter and stubbier and ended in paws with fur at the bottom of the paw pads. They acted as heat insulators, perfect for winter massages. She was an ice skater-a figure skater as she often liked to punctuate-so she could figure out the way to glide her paws on her client’s body without losing balance and then focus pressure when she found the right point.\n\n\tShe was wearing a light blue jumpsuit decorated with white sparkles that left the arms, legs, and parts of the back and cleavage exposed. The outfit was flashy, which was a surprising contrast with the discipline Sneg showed when her paws started rubbing Carel’s body when it was massage time.\n\n\t[i]I’ll never forget the day I got a massage from those two. It took a week before Nina got them off my back. [/i]\n\n\tStanding behind them were three other canines. One of them was a dingo named Alinta. Another one was a dhole named Karana. And the final canine was an older coyote female named Adsila, whom he intended to converse in several occasions.\n\n\t“Where am I?” Carel asked sorely. His eyes hurt, both from the lack of sleep and from having two paws applying pressure to them a few minutes ago. \n\n\t“Still at our massage parlor, mate!” Alinta playfully stomped a paw on Carel’s groin, making him yelp. \n\n\tCarel whined. His crotch was still sensitive from being overstimulated by the feline in the previous punishment. He wanted to protest, but having his mouth paralyzed only caused him to whine. He resorted to staring at the dingo, dressed in a black tank top and green sports shorts, silently begging her with his eyes to stop her abuse on his balls.\n\n\t[i]Damn it, Alinta! Don’t kick me while I’m down![/i]\n\n\t“Alinta be more gentle with him, please!” Karana begged as she used both hands to lift the dingo’s paw from the coyote’s bruised testicles.\n\n\t“Quit your bitching,” Alinta scoffed. “I’m friends with a roo. This is child’s play compared to what she has in store for him.”\n\n\t[i]Oh, this is gonna hurt.[/i] Carel gulped. If a playful stomp from Alinta hurt that much, who knew how much her kangaroo friend was going to make him suffer. He prayed that the kangaroo had her turn at the very end of the paw marathon.\n\n\t“Both of you stop fighting,” Adsila took charge of the conversation before it devolved into Alinta bullying Karana by accident. The dhole was very sensitive and the dingo was very assertive so it was a common occurrence for the former to get shut down by the latter just by something as simple as a minor disagreement.\n\n\t“Fine,” Alinta and Karana agreed, the former more reluctantly. It was a good thing that Adsila was one of the oldest members.\n\n\t“She didn’t hurt you too much, Carel?” Adsila asked in a concerned tone, staring at the paralyzed coyote.\n\n\tCarel stared at his older female counterpart. She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and some blue denim shorts that reached to her knees. Despite her age, she still looked beautiful with barely a wrinkle on her face. Even when he knew nothing about her, he trusted that she had his best interests in mind with the way she acted around him. He remembered how she defended him from Alinta. Without thinking, he spoke…\n\n\t“Hmph,” he replied, reminding her that he was paralyzed and therefore could not answer her question.\n\n\t“He’s still paralyzed, Adsila,” Reina giggled at the older coyote, who looked flustered at her blunder. “Are you sure you’re not getting senile?”\n\n\t“Maybe she forgot about it because she wants to steal the cradle,” Sneg added, a big judgmentally. It was no secret that Carel wasn’t the only one interested in talking with Adsila. She reciprocated, but had doubts due to the age difference.\n\n\t“Both of you…quit it,” Adsila growled at them. The threat was more than enough to get the vixens to shut up. It also got Alinta and Karana a bit scared despite not being the targets of her rage.\n\n\tJust how much of a badass is Adsila if she can scare four fellow Hitsume Ashiatsu members at the same time. Alinta is one of them…and she’s a mixed martial artist.\n\n\tIt was true. Alinta once joined Cardio Coyote as a surprise tutor in mixed martial arts. She was one of the most challenging fighters he ever faced. What surprised him the most were her legs. She walked with perfect poise and balance. It was impossible to break her stance, which powered her punches and kicks and made her immune to most grappling techniques. It was those legs that made her a good masseuse as they were flexible and moved at a perfect rhythm when they threaded on his body.\n\n\t“How about we calm down?” Karana suggested, trying to defuse the situation.\n\n\tHer gentle inquiry was all that Adsila needed to regain her composure. “I’d like that,” she said before taking out her cell phone. “Let me just make a call. Carel needs to recover his ability to speak at some point in the session.”\n\n\t“Great job, Karana!” Alinta rubbed the head of the dhole as a reward for preventing a massacre from taking place. \n\n\tIf he could smile, Carel would have done so. Karana was a very popular masseuse at his gym because of her customer service. She was focused on her job and always asked her clients were she should focus her ministrations during each session. According to Yu Ame, she took a basic ashiatsu class before joining the clan, giving her an edge in massaging techniques at the cost of martial arts prowess.\n\n\tShe always wore modest clothing when working. She was dressed in a yellow blouse with a black skirt. It wasn’t provocative or alluring, but the humble appearance presented a woman who wanted to make her customers happy. It was an image that she maintained with her massages and one of the reasons Carel hired her despite her lack of martial arts.\n\n\t[i]To be fair, I didn’t hire any of my masseuses because they can kick my ass.[/i]\n\n\tSpeaking of ass kicking, he didn’t know anything about Adsila. He didn’t even know about her fighting style. While he could figure out that being a long time member of Hitsume Ashiatsu meant that she was no pushover in a fight, he knew from experience that most, if not all of the masseuses, had prior experience in martial arts or sports that fortified their legs.\n\n\t[i]What kind of fighting style do you have, Adsila?[/i]\n\n\tHe knew that she was some kind of healer. It was back during the massage she gave him when they first met. She brought flowers, herbs, and spices that she personally ground with her paws. She then used her newly lotion covered paws to rub him. He was overcome with the smell and the sensations that he forgot to talk with her after she was done. \n\n\t[i]And now I probably won’t get to talk with her because I can’t open my stupid mouth. Life is a bitch sometimes.[/i]\n\n\t“I finished the call,” Adsila turned off her phone with a sigh. “She told me some of the girls were busy. We may have to deal with Carel ourselves if they don’t show off in a few minutes.”\n\n\t[i]Oh, that’s a good omen. They’re just five. That’s not so bad compared to what I dealt with the felines. I can deal with it…It’s not like more will show up…right?[/i]\n\n\n\tCarel waited for at least ten minutes watching as his five captors engaged in banter with each other. Listening to them was the only way to distract himself from the approaching sexual torture waiting for him later.\n\n\t[i]It’s been ten minutes. Maybe they won’t show up.[/i]\n\n\tThe doors of the dojo were slid open. From the corner of his eyes, Carel saw a silhouette of a large canine, amplified by the distance between the futon where he was resting and the entrance. She was carrying something on her hand.\n\n\t[i]Please don’t let that be a murder weapon! [/i]\n\n\t“We brought the massage oil!” \n\n\t[i]Oh, thank heavens…more or less.[/i]\n\n\tA wolf dressed in a jujutsu gi that had the sleeves and the legs ripped off to show her muscular limbs entered the dojo. Carel gulped as he remembered that this female was Griselda and that her massage as one of the most intense ones he ever received. She practiced German jujutsu, an aggressive version of the original jujutsu that incorporated striking and joint locks to the grappling martial art. He remembered how Griselda used her paws to grab his limbs by the joints and twist them when she found something she didn’t like. The worst part was when her paws grabbed his head.\n\n\t[i]To this day, a part of me felt like she was trying to rip my head off. Even when she cracked my neck, I still felt like she wasn’t going to stop until she twisted it to the other side.[/i]\n\n She came along with five other canine compatriots that closely resembled the wolf species. Coming behind her was a maned wolf named Fiesta, and she was carrying a music box with a CD collection filled with relaxing music. At her side was an African wolf named Esprit and an Ethiopian wolf named Anite. The trio watched as a red wolf named Sierra hurried forward, bringing pillows for the massage. Finally, an Easter wolf who called herself Myrtille was bringing clean sheets.\n\n\t[i]They’re eleven. Not a big deal! You can take it. You survived something as bad as twelve pairs of paws jerking you off over and over again yesterday. Or was it just this evening? Whatever time happened between when I woke up and when I feel unconscious doesn’t matter. I can take it.[/i]\n\n\tPOW!\n\n\tA long leg blindsided him as he felt a paw kicking him in the ribs, knocking him from the futon where he was resting. Carel was barely able to grunt in pain with his lips paralyzed as his body rolled into the tatami mats of the dojo. \n\n\t[i]Okay. I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with the additional roughhousing. [/i]\n\n\tHis eyes focused on a golden jackal that he personally knew on his free time at the gym. Her name was Chiwit, and she was a martial arts trainer at [i] Cardio Coyote[/i]. She trained him in Muay Thai and she was a very strict teacher. It was his first time seeing her at the parlor, especially in the hidden dojo. \n\n\t[i]I didn’t even know she was a masseuse here.[/i]\n\n\tThe golden jackal was dressed in a red tank top that exposed her muscular belly and she was wearing black shorts, leaving her long muscular legs to show. She was fixing him with a glare that threatened him to not do anything stupid or she was going to kick him again.\n\n\t“We gotta clean the futon before we can start the second round with you,” Chiwit glared at Carel, gesturing with her head at the furniture where he slept a few seconds ago.\n\n\tThe coyote shifted his eyes and noticed several dark stains. He also smelled a distinct scent that slowly entered his nostrils. \n\n\t[i]Is that my semen? How much did I came with those felines? Oh, gross! I slept on my own cum![/i]\n\n\t“I’ll prepare the new sheets,” Esprit offered as she took the old stained sheets, put them aside, and then started covering the empty mattress with the clean sheets that Myrtille gave her.\n\n\tCarel blushed as he saw the African wolf prepare the mattress to continue his massage. While she was going to punish him later, it felt unfair to have her replace dirty laundry that he stained personally. \n\n\tShe was wearing a beautiful yellow summer dress decorated with red and green flowers. The idea of her staining such a cloth with his filth made him feel bad when she gave him a massage with flowers like the ones of her dress.\n\n\tHe remembered how she personally made a lotion from fruits and flowers before she massaged him with her paws. She was a student of ancient anthropology getting a Master’s degree when she was not working to pay her college debts. She was just a year younger than him… \n\n\t[i]No woman of high education like her should do something so demeaning…even if she’s going to jerk me off to unconsciousness later.[/i]\n\n\t“I’ll do the laundry then,” Anite sighed as she picked up the dirty sheets and gave the rest a threatening glare. “Nobody starts without me.”\n\n\tHis guilt increased when the Ethiopian wolf stood up, watching as her long legs were dejectedly taking her out of the dojo.\n\n\t[i]Now I feel like a jerk.[/i]\n\n\tAnite was a Taekwondo user like Nina. While her paws and legs were shorter than Nina, her dedication was not to be underestimated. She was actually a better martial artist than a masseuse than Nina. She even incorporated axe kicks and other complex moves into her repertoire. In a way, Carel was grateful that she bothered to use her Taekwondo to spar with him than to torture him like Nina did in the middle of her massages.\n\n\tShe wore a traditional white dress from home. She even had a slit custom-made in the middle of the legs so that she could freely use her legs if she ever needed to use Taekwondo. She never told her parents about it, but they still complied with her request anyway. \n\n\t“Let me help you, Anite!” Karana called out as she followed Anite, making her smile for the assistance.\n\n\tAs the two girls left, Karel was at the mercy of ten canine women ready to use their paws on him. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him now. So he waited.\n\n\tIt didn’t take long before Fiesta took a few steps, put the music box, and played a CD filled with the classic oriental music found in every Asian themed institution. This earned her a few groans from her companions.\n\n\t“Seriously, Fiesta?” Griselda asked irritably. “Couldn’t you have found something less stereotypical?”\n\n\t“It’s the only relaxing music I found that fitted with a massage parlor,” Fiesta groaned. “Get off my back! Besides, Carel likes it. Don’t you like it, boss?”\n\n\tShe stood on her heels so that she could cup his chin with her paws and force him to nod to the beat of the music. \n\n\tFiesta was a musician and dancer. She had perfect pitch for music and sensitive paws to find rhythm. The way she massaged him was to deliver quick stomps to hear the slapping of flesh and the cracking of bones to figure out where she was supposed to put her paws next until she found the place she was supposed to rub next. If she found something that sounded or felt wrong, she corrected it with traditional massage. She thought of it as her duty to prepare her clients for the parties to come.\n\n\tHer work clothes were stimulating for her and the client. She wore a one-piece golden dress with a cleavage window, holes on the back and belly, no sleeves, and no skirt to improve her body movements. She also wore anklets and wrist bands with little bells that helped her establish her rhythm.\n\n\t“Can you stop messing around, Fiesta?” Sierra asked, feeling irritated at the maned wolf’s playfulness. “Me and Myrtille already finished his futon. Let’s get out of here so that the next part continues. We’ll catch up to him later anyway.”\n\n\t“But I’m having so much fun,” Fiesta whined, her paws shaking Carel’s head. The coyote whined as his head made a rattling noise thanks to the bells that Fiesta had on her anklets.\n\n\tSTOMP!\n\n\tSierra’s paw stomped Carel’s head, pinning it back on the tatami mat. The red wolf was glaring at the maned wolf, who did not look amused at being interrupted or threatened all of a sudden.\n\n\t“Let’s go,” Sierra growled.\n\n\t“Make me,” Fiesta snarled with bare teeth.\n\n\t[i]Why does she always do that every time she gets pissed?[/i]\n\n\tIt wasn’t the first time Sierra’s paw had stomped him in the face. Back when he had gotten a massage from her, she had been cordial. However, when he tried to make conversation with her, she became avoidant and abruptly ended the massage by stomping him on the face. Yu Ame later told him that she had a tragic past so she was not used to talking about it. As such, one should not try to pry her when she becomes avoidant unless she’s triggered.\n\n\tOn a closer look, Sierra didn’t have the looks to attract a customer. While she was an attractive female, she had a poor disposition that made him avoid her. She had a frown that contained concentrated anger, fear, sadness, and confusion. It made people get away from her and those who got close to her got hurt if they pried too much. Her clothing style was a dark gray shirt with black shorts every day, even outside of work. Tragic past aside, her resorting to violence was definitely going to get clients away from the gym, even if he were to fire her.\n\n\t[i]Moments like this makes me glad that I didn’t hire her.[/i]\n\n\t“Okay, girls, enough,” Myrtille cut in before a fight could break out, removing Sierra from Carel’s face. “We agreed not to make a scene like last time. Now how about we go outside and talk about it.”\n\n\tAs Myrtille calmed down her friends, she made sure her paw was rubbing the coyote’s sore snout. It was a welcoming gesture. Her paws still smelled like blueberry cream. \n\n\tMyrtille was a hockey player with long legs and balance. But while her gliding strokes and leg strength gave her good technique, it was the blueberry lotion that she always put on her paws that made him remember her most.\n\n\tShe was dressed in an indigo jersey that she draped over her shoulders. She was also wearing red and white sports shorts. It wasn’t as classy as Sneg, but she made up with her paws getting the job done.\n\n\t“Fine,” Fiesta shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not like I’m the one who’s getting the most heat out of this bullshit.”\n\n\t“We’ll be right back,” Griselda spoke to the other canines, giving Sierra a pointed glare for daring to make a fool out of the group with her outburst.\n\n\tAfter the declaration, the wolves left, leaving Carel alone with four other canines.\n\n\t“That was awkward,” Reina voiced what everyone was thinking.\n\n\t“No shit!” Alinta snapped. “I hate it when those wolf bitches bring the drama here. When is she arriving anyway?”\n\n\t“In a minute,” Adsila checked her phone and was satisfied with what she read. “I think we should get outside though. I’ll send a message to Karana and let her know of the situation.”\n\n\t“Well, I don’t mind leaving,” Sneg turned around, sounding exhausted. “I’d rather take a break after this debacle. Call me when it’s our turn again.”\n\n \n\tAnd so the four ladies left the dojo, and Carel was left all alone. Nothing happened for a minute. And there was silence for five minutes. There wasn’t a single presence in the dojo besides himself.\n\n \t[i]Well, at least I am getting a small reprieve from the future paw hell they’ll give me in a few moments. I think I’ll have a few minutes.[/i]\n\n\tWHAM!\n\n\tCarel felt a weight on his back. It wasn’t heavy. But it was a load that placed enough pressure in a vulnerable place on his back to drain the air out of his lungs. It was an all familiar sensation that he recognized.\n\n\t[i]There’s only one thing that ever knocked the breath out of me from behind. And that was a pair of tanuki paws slamming me in the back. In terms of being discrete, Uwaki is a worse ninja than Yu Ame![/i]\n\n\t“Have you missed me, Carel?” Uwaki asked as her paw toes wiggled on his back, sending chilling sensations up his spine. \n\n\t“Can you please get off me?” Carel asked, regaining his ability to speak. He was in too much pain to get into shock at his recovered speech.\n\n\t“Seriously, that the first thing you can say after I so generously gave your language skills?” Uwaki asked, her voice full of malice as her paw traveled upward until reaching the cervical vertebrae. A few pokes from her toes and a twist from her paw pad was enough to give Carel a twisted muscular knot.\n\n\t“Gah, I’m sorry, Miss Uwaki!” Carel hastily apologized. “I am grateful for your assistance. Your massage was very relaxing.”\n\n\t“Oh, you sweet gentleman,” Uwaki laughed as she now used both paws to undo the knot she made on Carel’s neck. She poked, rubbed, and twisted until his pain was replaced with relief.\n\n\tCarel grit his teeth. He did not appreciate complimenting Uwaki under threat of pain, especially when she often did things that earned her the opposite. He imagined the tanuki dressed in her black ninja robes acting mysterious, coquettish, and playful like the ninja of the old tales.\n\n\t[i]What the hell is she doing here? I thought that she was a rival clan member. Yu Ame even told me about it after she massaged me last time.[/i]\n\n\t“I thought you were a rival clan member,” Carel grunted his confusion as Uwaki worked a nerve on his lumbar region with a couple of stomps. “Because of you I got in trouble with Yu Ame.”\n\n\t“Old rivalries are detrimental to growth,” Uwaki snorted. “Besides, I am an honorary member of Hitsume Ashiatsu. Just as she’s an honorary member of my clan’s massage techniques. Also, we’re on-and-off rivals. It keeps our skills sharp in this era. You should try it out sometimes.”\n\n\t[i]I think I’m suffering enough with Hitsume Ashiatsu.[/i]\n\n\t“Have you finished preparing him, Uwaki? The girls are getting impatient?”\n\n\tCarel’s eyes drifted to see an African wild dog. Her name was Hadith and she was a motivational coach. She had a dynamic schedule as a masseuse, athlete, trainer, and martial artist. In a way, she was one of the greatest inspirations in Cardio Coyote for any long standing member.\n\n\tBefitting for a gym trainer, she was dressed in a green sports shirts and matching running shorts. She had red vertical stripes running vertically on the left side of the shorts and shirt with her name stitched there. On the right side of her shirt, she had the [i]Cardio Coyote[/i] name and logo stitched too.\n\n\t[i]Not sure if this was done on purpose or by accident, but this adds insult to injury.[/i]\n\n\t“I’m nearly finished,” Uwaki promised. “But the next part can be painful. Can you show Carel that anaerobic hold you’ve been bragging about?”\n\n\t“What do you mean painful?” Carel asked Uwaki with a fearful voice. “And what’s that anaerobic hold that she mentioned Hadith?”\n\n\tHe closed his eyes and remembered everything he knew about biology. He was sure that he heard the word “anaerobic” at some point in the past.\n\n\t[i]Anaerobic must be related with aerobic. Yeah, I think it was the opposite of it. So all I need to do is remember aerobic and then think the opposite of it to get the true definition of it. Let’s see, aerobic means you need oxygen to work. By that logic, an anaerobic holds means that I don’t need…oh shit…[/i]\n\n\tHe opened his eyes and mouth to beg, but he was greeted by a pair of paws placed vertically together, with one of them pointing up and the other one pointing down, almost like he was staring at a pair of jaws about to bite down on his mouth. The paws closed around his snout, trapping it in a vice grip with her toes, especially the two middle toe pads that were fused on each paw, improving the hold. He couldn’t resist because of the paralysis and the force Hadith was pushing through her paws onto his nose, smothering him into oblivion. His vision blurred nearly in an instant.\n\n\tHe heard pops and cracks, no doubt from the massage that Uwaki was still doing on his back. His lungs were burning. He was about to pass out.\n\n\t[i]Well, if I am lucky, maybe I’ll pass out before they jerk me off again and move to the next set of girls willing to torture me.[/i] \n\n\n\tThe burning stopped. He was still in the darkness, but he no longer felt that choking sensation. He also didn’t feel paws squeezing his snout as he could suddenly grimace in the shadows.\n\n\t[i]If this is a dream or the space between life and death, please leave me here.[/i]\n\n\tSCRATCH!\n\n\tHe was still in the dark, but he heard something. It was close by his ears, above and around them. A few seconds passed and he felt another thing. Was it an itch to scratch? No. It was something more satisfying. It was that joyful sensation he got when scratching an itch that tormented him too long. But why was he feeling it now? \n\n\tSCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH!\n\n\tA minute passed and his senses were recovering faster. His hearing noticed that there was a scratching sound that was becoming more frequent. They also registered a scraping sound, like a rough texture being exposed to friction repeatedly. He felt warmth on his head, a soothing pressure, and something else that he could not describe.\n\n\t[i]I’m gonna need a minute for this.[/i]\n\n\tSCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH!\n\n\t[i]Somebody’s scratching my head.[/i]\n\n\tHe could not deny it. Small petite paws were scratching his head and ears with medicinal salts. Slowly, and with great effort, he lifted his neck and opened his eyes. He was greeted by fennec paws rubbing and scratching his forehead.\n\n\t“Good morning, Alrami,” Carel deadpanned. \n\n\t“I see you woke up,” Alrami answered with her paws moving up and to the sides to scratch the coyote’s ears, making Carel moan.\n\n\tAlrami was one of the shortest masseuses in his gym, but she used that to her advantage. Her small frame meant that she could use her full strength and body weight to give precise massages to many customers of all sizes. She also was a specialist of bath salts, like most of his masseuses who were desert or beach animals, and moisturized her paws with them before every massage to give them a smooth and rough surface that made them unique. \n\n\tShe wore black shirts and brown cargo shorts most of the time, except during winter, where she refrained from showing up to work. It was a casual attire, but not many complained when one of the smallest masseuses hit their weak points with her whole weight without hurting them. \n\n\t[i]This isn’t so bad. I’m only dealing with one pair of paws this time…But why do I have the feeling that it’s about to get much worse.[/i]\n\n\t“Is it just you, Alrami?” Carel ventured to ask the fennec.\n\n\t“No,” Alrami paused her massage. “There are more. You just can’t see or feel them because Uwaki did that great of a job paralyzing you. Let me fix that up.”\n\n\tRather than soothing scratching, Carel felt small pricks as Alrami dug her small yet still sharp claws on top of his skull. It was a stabbing pain that lasted a second, but it was replaced by a curious sensation across all of his body. He felt a tingling. He raised his eyes and noticed that there was a second pair of paws stroking his ears, just like they did every day before winter.\n\n\t“Is that you, Zefeni?” Carel asked in dismay. \n\n\tZefeni was a bat-eared vixen and she was considered the best ear masseuse among the gym and the clan. This was due to having long sensory hairs that made up part of her fur, allowing her paws to coordinate with her client’s body. Her pack’s tendency for social grooming made her an expert in ear massages long before she joined Hitsume Ashiatsu.\n\n\tCarel recalled how often Zefeni talked about her pack during the massage she gave him. Her culture was interesting. She was dressed in colorful sheets of fabric she called kanga that she used for different type of clothing styles. She always favored a purple kanga on her upper half and an orange kanga around her waist to cover a bit of her legs for modesty.\n\n\t[i]At least I’m getting massaged by one of the nicest members of the clan and one of the most harmless.[/i]\n\n\t“Sorry about this, Mr. Carel,” Zefeni apologized as her paws pinched the tip of Carel’s ears, making him moan. “I have an obligation to my clan sisters. Look below and you’ll notice now that the paralysis is slowing down.”\n\n\t“What do you mean by that?” Carel tried to look up, but it was impossible with Alrami pressing her body weight on his skull so he had to ask his next question without looking at her. “Are there others rubbing me?”\n\n\t“You can say so.”\n\n\tStatice’s snout was forcefully grabbed by a pair of paws and yanked up and down, left and right, straining his neck, to the protests of Zefeni and Alrami, who were still working on him.\n\n\t“Cut it out, Pesca!” Alrami yelled angrily. “I’m gonna fall!”\n\n\t“And you’re hurting, Mr. Carel!” Zefeni admonished angrily as she hugged Alrami to her chest to prevent her from falling.\n\n\t“Spoilsports,” Pesca scoffed as her paws stopped shaking Carel’s head and let the coyote recognize her.\n\n\tShe was a crab-eating vixen with little social skills, either spending her time alone or with a few friends. Deep down she was deeply insecure, so she took hobbies that allowed her to interact with people more. She took Hitsume Ashiatsu because it allowed her to be rough and gentle. \n\n\tShe was wearing green board shorts and a light-blue fishing shirt. It was the standard uniform she had since she worked as a fisherwoman. Occasionally, she presented herself at work with a wet shirt, which earned customers the rough treatment if they commented or stared at her too long. Carel learned about the latter the hard way the day he first met her.\n\n\t“And this is why nobody asks a second massage from you, Pesca,” Carel growled, annoyed at the whiplash that her paws gave him by shaking his head and then suddenly stopping.\n\n\t“You want another one, boss?” Pesca threatened with a feral grin. “I can punish you with immunity here since you broke the contract.”\n\n\t“Fine,” Carel replied without fear. “But remember that I let you stay here despite your poor customer service, Pesca.”\n\n\tPesca stared at the coyote for a few seconds. Her reply was to squeeze his cheeks and twist his neck.\n\n\t“Ow, what are you doing?” Carel demanded at the pressure she was exerting on his facial area.\n\n\t“Proving to you that I can be a good masseuse,” Pesca glared at him. \n\n\t[i]This is not how you prove you’re a good masseuse![/i]\n\n\t“Well, she’s making progress,” Alrami smiled as she resumed her skull massage on Carel. “She’s never shown restraint like that before.”\n\n\t“You really got her to listen, boss!” Zefeni rewarded Carel with a few ear squeezes from her paws.\n\n\t[i]This doesn’t alleviate Pesca and her rough paws on me.[/i]\n\n\t“Do you have to be so rough, Pesca?”\n\n\tA pair of soft paws touched his neck and throat soothingly. Just like Alrami, they were covered in bath salts. Unlike her, the owner was using her paw pads rather than her claws for the massage. \n\n\t“Shut up, Marina!” Pesca yelled, twisting Carel’s face away from the new pair of paws. “I know what I’m doing.”\n\n\t“You’re interrupting the punishment!” Alrami used her whole body weight on Carel’s head to push the coyote’s face against the vice grip Pesca had on him and into the new pair of paws.\n\n\t“Thanks for your help, Marina,” Zefeni flattened Carel’s ears against his skull, both to rub the whole surface and to help Alrami to push back against Pesca.\n\n\t[i]Somebody kill me.[/i] Carel thought as he was put in the paw tug of war. His thoughts were focused on the paws of Marina.\n\n\tMarina was one of the nicest masseuses in his gym. Many customers wanted to be massaged by her. It helped that the island vixen had surfing training, which gave her great balance when standing on top of her clients. Nothing could bring her down once she put her paws on them, no matter how much they moved.\n\n \tShe was wearing an orange one-piece swimsuit. It was form fitting to show her figure. Even after the sun had dried the water off it, Marina could still show her gorgeous body to the customers while she worked them over beneath her paws as she used them like surf boards. Her figuring out who wanted a massage from her on sight always helped her on business. It got her hired when she noticed Carel staring at her in awe from the corner of her eye, leading to a massage that proved her abilities to him.\n\n\t[i]Leave it to Marina to pick up clues to see what the client truly needs.[/i]\n\n\tSeeing the other women struggle, Marina took the initiative and stroke Carel’s chin and throat. It was heavenly. She moved her paws in wave patterns. Left and right curves moving downwards from the chin to the throat and to the sternum and then back to the chin to resume the motions.\n\n\t[i]Oh, this is paradise. Well, more like purgatory. Between her massage and the paw push-and-pull between Pesca and Alrami and Zefeni, I can’t fully say that I am one hundred percent comfortable. I need a tiebreaker.[/i]\n\n\t“You girls move around! You focused on his face enough! Let us focus on his body so that we can move on with the punishment!”\n\n\tWhen the orders were given, Carel realized that his head was lighter. That paws that were rubbing, kneading, pushing, and pulling his head and facial features were no longer there. He could see with his eyes and now mobile neck that the vixens who had attended him earlier had moved around a bit.\n\n\t[i]Okay. Who’s in charge of this vixens if she can get them to back off?[/i]\n\n\tNow that he could move his neck a bit, he raised his head and noticed the owner of the voice. She was a corsac vixen of average height and with well-defined legs. She looked like she was on her thirties and was staring at him back.\n\n\t“Hello, Carel,” she said curtly.\n\n\t“It’s nice to see you, Huaxing,” Carel curtly addressed her. “I take it you’re the last masseuse in this torture.”\n\n\tShe was wearing a fancy qipao with a slit that showed her shapely legs. It was perfect for seduction, martial arts, and massages. He knew it well enough due to sparring matches and massage sessions where she showed the true skill of her legwork.\n\n\t“There’s me and my young assistant, who didn’t get a turn because she came late from work,” Huaxing smiled, gesturing back with her hand as she invited a cape vixen to come along to her side. “This is Grond. She is a new student of Hitsume Ashiatsu for almost two years.”\n\n\t“What do you mean almost two years?” Carel asked incredulously. “Shouldn’t I have met her by now? I’m a regular customer here. It’s how I met most of the masseuses who work at the gym.”\n\n\t“I work part time as a miner and jeweler,” Grond spoke lowly, with a voice that sounded a bit asocial, no doubt due to how much time her job took away from her. “I don’t get to do my massage classes as much as I want because of that.”\n\n\t“She’s an irregular student,” Huaxing shrugged her shoulders. “We invited her to this punishment to help her get some practice and to socialize with her sisters.”\n\n\t[i]Did she just reduce me to an extra credits assignment?[/i]\n\n\t“Is she even old enough to do this?” Carel asked, looking at Grond suspiciously as he tried to judge her age. Unlike Alrami, who at least had a strong voice and a breast size that no underage woman would have, he couldn’t say the same from Grond with her voice and small body proportions.\n\n\tShe had baggy clothes. She wore brown mining jacket and shorts that reached her elbows and knees but were too puffy to show her body. Her limbs were a bit too small to properly measure her age. It made him feel inadequate.\n\n\t“I’m a woman!” Grond yelled, moving to Carel and kicking him in the right side of the ribs. The blow knocked the wind out of him and turned him around. It was also a confirmation of her age as he saw her proportions closer. They were those of a woman in her prime who did lots of exercise based on the way her legs bulged when she kicked him. Also, the volume of her voice when she yelled did confirm that she was older than she looked.\n\n\t“Grond is turning 23 this week,” Huaxing clarified with a chuckle. “She also hates being treated like a child based on her looks. You should know how that feels, Carel.”\n\n\tWell, I got my clarification, and I’ll give Grond an apology after this is over. I know how it feels when people judge based on first looks.\n\n\tHe raised his head and he noticed a familiar massage tool. They were the ashiatsu floor bars. They often came in different sizes and shapes depending on what position, height, or surface the client was going to be massaged. In this case, he was looking at an ashiatsu bar resembling a fence with a tube sticking out of the front so that the masseuse could hold on for balance. Carel turned his head around and noticed that its twin ashiatsu bar was at the opposite side. Both of them were surrounding the futon by being placed at its sides on top of the tatami mats.\n\n\t[i]So that’s what the girls used to balance themselves on to massage my face. I thought they were using the futon.[/i]\n\n\tHis thoughts were interrupted when he saw Grond walking in front of him, her paws were in front of his face. He turned back and he noticed that Huaxing was placing her hands on the ashiatsu bar.\n\n\t“We’ll begin your lesson, Grond,” Huaxing stated in a patient tone. “Let’s try with freestyle. Take everything you learned from your life and incorporate it into your massaging techniques.”\n\n\t“Are you sure?” Grond and Carel asked at the same time, the latter wheezing the question due to his sore ribs.\n \n\t“I’m sure,” Huaxing nodded understandingly. “Hitsume Ashiatsu is about freedom for all species. The cranes were open minded enough to teach to other avians. Then arboreal animals. And then all animals. But not all animals had feet like cranes, so they used freedom to improvise. Most of us only use the basics and then add special techniques unique to us anyway.”\n\n\t“She’s got a point there,” Carel affirmed, a bit inspired despite his sore ribs and whatever was going to happen to him soon. Thinking about it, most females used their own approaches to Hitsume Ashiatsu by using their unique body physiology rather than relying entirely on the techniques that Yu Ame taught them.\n\n\t“Let me show you what I can do,” Huaxing gave an encouraging smile as she gave a small hop and placed her elegant paws on Carel’s bruised ribs, earning a yelp from the coyote. \n\n\t[i]She’s standing right where I was kicked! How is that a massage move?[/i]\n\n\tCarel heard was a surprised gasp from everyone. He turned his head around and noticed that Huaxing was perfectly balancing with one paw on his ribs and the other on his back despite him moving and being sideways. She was doing this while she was no longer holding the ashiatsu bars for support. \n\n\t[i]And I thought Marina had extreme balance.[/i]\n\n\t“I’m a good climber among canines,” Huaxing boasted as she started treading on Carel’s back with one paw and his side with the other one, using dexterous toes to hold her weight. “I don’t need bars to balance and I’m great at rubbing the sides of my clients. This is my style. What’s your style, Grond?”\n\n\t“What’s my style?” Grond repeated the question to herself. She stared at her mentor’s paws rubbing Carel’s sides. Then at Carel grunting, his chest rising from the ministrations. And then she stared at her own paws. She came up with her own answer soon enough.\n\n\t“I have my answer,” Grond grinned confidently as she curled herself on the tatami mat on the left side of Carel and slowly exposed her legs to him.\n\n\t“What are you gonna do to me?” Carel asked, fear and curiosity mixed in his tone.\n\n\t“Nothing says belly scratch better than a digger’s paws!” Grond declared proudly as her warm paws rested on Carel’s belly and moved up and down, using her dull claws to scratch his fur.\n\n\tThe move was simple, but it was effective. Carel panted as the paws move vertically up his belly and chest. He tried to roll to the right, but Huaxing put her body weight to prevent him from escaping her student’s assault. He rolled to the left, but Huaxing casually walked on his belly and then pinned him from that side, allowing Grond to continue her scratch massage on his back while the corsac vixen started massaging his left side.\n\n\tThe massage lasted minutes until Grond felt her legs tiring. Feeling that her student got all the experience she needed, Huaxing let her student rest and ended her massage.\n\n\t[i]Thank heavens for lack of stamina.[/i]\n\n\t“Is that all?” he asked Huaxing, more with a begging tone than a challenging one. “I want to end this now.”\n\n\t“Just let Selva have her turn and then we’ll all finish you off,” Huaxing assured him with fake reassurance.\n\n\t“Damn it,” Carel cursed. He started to see how massage, an activity of relaxation, became an activity of fighting, torture, and murder.\n\n\tHe had only seen Selva a few times and she was quite…exotic. She was a short eared dog. She had short yet slender limbs that ended in webbed paws because her species partially thrived in an aquatic habitat. He had been massaged by her once and she was one of the few members of the clan who refused.\n\n\t[i]I think she’s asocial. She was more business focused that I am and that’s something.[/i]\n\n\t“Where is the client?”\n\n\t[i]And she’s here.[/i]\n\n\tSelva was staring at him emotionlessly. She was a petite, curvy female with a mysterious air around her. She moved with an unusual gracefulness, one far superior to her fellow canines, closely resembling to the felines who massaged him earlier. Without warning, she placed a paw on Carel’s left side, turned him around so that he was on his belly and then gave him a classic ashiatsu massage.\n\n \t[i]Straight to business, I see. It’s just like I remember her. Even her massage style has no gimmick to her.[/i]\n\n\tOut of the masseuses who massaged him, Selva was by far one of the most technical. She used traditional ashiatsu moves with her canine paws supplemented by the webbed toes of an aquatic animal and the gracefulness of a feline.\n\n\tShe used a blueish-green dress that looked like a robe. It looked handmade based on the tears around the collar, the sleeves, and the slit around the legs. It was obviously meant for practical issues rather than fashion. \n\n\t[i]This isn’t so bad. I wish Selva were more sociable though. Or that Hitsume Ashiatsu didn’t have so many masseuses to choose. I wouldn’t mind being a regular customer of hers.[/i]\n\n\t“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to have to knock you out by pinching some cervical nerves,” Selva apologized as she leaned her body back while moving her legs forward, slowly reaching her paws to Carel’s neck.\n\n\t“Wait, what did you…?” Carel begun to ask as he felt those webbed paws reach his neck and heard a crack followed by darkness.\n\n\n\tDarkness was surrounding him. He wasn’t sure where he was. But he could find out if he smelled the scent of herbs that was reaching his nostrils. He felt a warm pressure on his nose that was spreading the aroma on him. As he smelled more, the darkness was vanishing. He got closer and closer until he felt something warm on his cheeks…\n\n\tSNAP!\n\n\tCarel’s eyes opened wide at the sound of his neck being cracked. His eyes darted to his cheeks, realizing that they were being held by the paws of a wolf and that a coyote’s paws were being held were his muzzle used to be.\n\n\t“Griselda!” Adsila yelled at the wolf behind Carel. “I was waking him up!”\n\n\t“Well, you were taking too long!” Griselda snapped while her paws were squishing Carel’s cheeks. “Besides, I deserve a bit of play time too. The fox girls had their share, Uwaki and Selva did that paralyzing massage thing, even some of my girls got to take some paw fun with him.”\n\n\t“Eighteen,” Carel spoke.\n\n\t“What?” Griselda asked. \n\n\t“Eighteen girls out of twenty-one had their paw way with me. That includes you two. Send the last three so that we can finish this.”\n\n\t“I’ll help Griselda with her massage,” Anite offered, lifting a long leg to do a vertical split. “I don’t like doing laundry.”\n\n\t“And I think my massage oil can synergize with the product Adsila put on her paws,” Esprit smile as she sat beside the female coyote and offered her paws to Carel’s snout for better olfactory stimulation.\n\n\t“I can rub your belly if you like,” Karana offered, not wanting to be left out now that she was the last one standing.\n\n\t“Bring it on,” he sighed now that Griselda and Anite changed their positions and placed their paws on his head and jaw to twist his neck into the waiting paws of Adsila and Anite.\n\n\tWhile her more assertive sisters focused on his face, Karana used her paws to massage the abdominal region that had been mostly neglected. Her caresses gave him temporary comfort every time Anite and Griselda pushed, pulled, and twisted his head and neck too much for his liking. \n\n\tFor their part, Adsila and Anite did try to limit the damage by pushing on opposite directions. The scent of their paws worked as an anesthetic. Their instructions in relaxation worked put him in a mild hypnotic trance that helped him block the pain to a mild degree, even though Griselda and Anite snapped him out of it and they had to start with the hypnotic relaxation again.\n\n\tIt was a surreal massage of pain and pleasure from the muscles and the senses. His mind was confused on how to feel about the five pairs of paws torturing and pleasing the body at the same time. It was a short massage, but it was very stimulating in both ends of the spectrum. The sensation brought a warm sensation on his groin that grew hotter with each caress until Karana screeched when she felt something hard on her paw.\n\n\t“I wish that lasted longer,” Griselda smiled as she watched the dhole jump away from Carel’s erection. “But we don’t have all night. The third group will show up soon. We need to go to the main event.”\n\n\t[i]This is gonna suck.[/i]\n\n\n\tTwenty-one canine females surrounded him. All of them barefooted and ready to use their paws on his groin.\n\n\tAll of them were talking to each other, trying to find the best method to decide who should go first. Some wanted to decide by rank, age, order of arrival, time they knew Carel, proximity, and other factors. \n\n\t“My sisters,” Huaxing, the corsac vixen who massaged him as a lesson to her cape vixen student, spoke out. “There is a method to decide who should be the first to start the punishment and who should follow after her.”\n\n\t“What is it, master?” Grond asked curiously. Her question got the other masseuses to put their attention on Huaxing. \n\n\t“The true way to decide our turn is…” Huaxing walked around the dojo, noticing that the other masseuses were following her with their eyes. When she noticed that she was in front of the coyote and that her fellow massage sisters were blocking him from her view, she knew that it was time to make her move.\n\n She turned around and crouched, making it seem like she was picking something up. This distracted her sisters more, enough to reveal her intentions. \n\n\t“The true way to decide our turn is to seize the moment,” Huaxing smiled as she backflipped over her sister’s heads. She gracefully tucked her body in a ball, rolled into the air, and uncurled when she noticed Carel on her descent. \n\n\tSMACK!\n\n\tCarel yelled in pain. Huaxing nailed the landing. She spread her arms to grab the ashiatsu bars and then slapped her grayish yellow paws into his erect dick. The landing felt like his manhood had been struck and squished from both sides.\n\n\t“No fair!” Griselda pointed an accusing finger to Huaxing.\n\n\t“We’re martial artists as well as masseuses,” Huaxing crossed her arms, balancing o top of her prize by gripping on it with her toes.\n\n\t[i]She’s heavy. Even if she’s doing the balancing, she’s still heavy.[/i]\n\n\tTo prove a point, the paws moved up and down, jerking Carel off while she was still on top of him. The act awed the younger witnesses and earned the approval of the older ones.\n\n\t“This isn’t even my best trick,” Huaxing smiled as she leaned forward.\n\n\tCarel screamed as she leaned forward and back. The corsac vixen threatened to crush his limb many times, but she still jerked him off with each motion. Her toes never released their grip on him and she never used her arms to hold the ashiatsu bars again.\n\n\t[i]This is bullshit. I’m pretty sure that even martial arts masters have limits to what they can accomplish.[/i]\n\n\tNot wanting to break Carel, Huaxing backflipped away from him. “It’s kind of a shame I have to share you with the younger ones. Call me if you ever want a one-on-one lesson.”\n\n\tThe corsac vixen moved to a corner. She decided to wait for the other masseuses there to talk about their experience.\n\n\t[i]One down and then there’s twenty more to go. Who’s gonna be next? It could be any one of them.[/i]\\\n\n\t“It’s my turn now!” Griselda yelled as she sat on top of Carel’s chest. Her gray paws clamped on his shaft, earning a grunt from the coyote. \n\n\tThe she-wolf had a firm grip with her paw toes, even using the upper outer toe of her left paw to tease the veins in the back of his dick for extra stimulation. It earned a whine from Carel.\n\n\t“You like that, runt?” Griselda teased with a sadistic smirk. “Then you’re gonna love this.”\n\n\tShe started a pattern. It was a vertical pumping motion, supplemented with toe squeezes after each pump, and an additional toe stroke to the veins in between. She added new elements, like adding rotations, more squeezes in between pumping motions, or alternating toes when stroking the back of his dick. \n\n\t[i]Somebody stop her! This is the second pawjob of the session and I want it to end right now! I’m gonna cum![/i]\n\n\t“And there you go!” Griselda smirked as she suddenly stopped with no warning.\n\n\t[i]That was fast.[/i]\n\n\t“I can’t have you cum yet,” Griselda stood up and let a space open for the next girl to take her place. “Besides, not letting you release is a more painful experience.”\n\n\tIt took Carel a few seconds to realize what Griselda mean when a throbbing sensation snapped him out of it. The rush towards climax was the most stimulating part of an orgasm. However, delaying the orgasm always caused the male pain. It could turn into a torture the longer that delay went.\n\n\t[i]That Griselda is a merciless bitch![/i]\n\n\tCarel stared at the remaining nineteen canines. His eyes were silently begging them to come and finish the job. But they were no fools. They knew that they had to wait. And so they did. The coyote was left to suffer for a couple of minutes with his dick still erect.\n\n\t[i]This is a nightmare! Somebody please put an end to this![/i]\n\n\t“I think that we can continue the punishment,” Adsila smiled as she went towards Carel, giving his still erect dick a curious look.\n\n\t[i]I knew I could count on a fellow coyote to get me out of this mess.[/i]\n\n\t“I have the perfect remedy for you, Carel,” Adsila smiled as she poured a special ointment on her paws. “This shall help you relax the nerves on your member while still keeping it intact for the other girls.”\n\n\t“You’re not gonna help me cum?” Carel asked incredulously.\n\n\t“Sorry, Carel,” Adsila apologized. “I would if this were a normal problem, but I’m still a member of Hitsume Ashiatsu. I must punish you and you’re my prey as well as the prey for my sisters.”\n\n\tCarel was stunned. He watched as Adsila grabbed the ashiatsu bars, leaned her body back, and stretched her legs forward. Her grayish-red paws were around his dick in no time, but the grip was different. She was using her paw pads exclusively for this massage, particularly to smear the ointment on his manhood.\n\n\tThe ointment was cold. It made Carel gasp despite Adsila having naturally warm paws. The female coyote never squeezed him to avoid making him cum. She focused mainly on stroking him to put the medicine on him. She used simple horizontal strokes starting from the base and up to the tip. First, she rubbed with the main paw pad, and then she used the pads of her toes. \n\n\t[i]Damn. It’s not as complex as the other massages. But it’s still as good as them. And that’s despite being a massage that’s turning me off.[/i]\n\n\tWhen her paws finished applying the ointment, Carel was still erect, but he was no longer throbbing. He was ready to be stimulated more by the remaining masseuse sisters.\n\n\t“Already done,” Adsila smiled at the group. “Now, whoever is ready to give Carel a massage, raise her…”\n\n\t“Dibs!” Reina yelled as her elegant red legs blindsided both coyotes when her paws grabbed Carel by the dick. She was lying on the bed, on her back, with both legs outstretched, and with her paws already on her price.\n\n\t“Reina,” Adsila growled threateningly.\n\n\t“Let her do as she pleases, Adsila,” Carel grunted. “Screw the system, this was gonna happen anyway. I’ll be fine. We can talk later.”\n\n\t“Fine,” Adsila sighed and let Carel to the vixen’s ministrations.\n\n\t“Such a gentleman,” Reina giggled as she resumed her stroking.\n\n\tCarel grunted. Reina’s paws were positioned sideways across his dick, one on the front and the other in the back. They also moved in a graceful way that reminded him of her past as a ballet dancer.\n\n\t“Ever heard of fluttering?” Reina teased as her paws moved in irregular patterns with amazing dexterity. They moved vertically, horizontally, and in circles, making the coyote’s face morph in pleasure several times in a row.\n\n\t[i]Why do dancers have to be great at using their feet at everything after learning how to dance? That’s bullshit![/i]\n\n\t“You’d be surprised at what you can find yourself doing with your paws once you learn how to dance,” Reina giggled, somehow reading his mind based on his facial expressions. She started a monologue as her paws kept stroking. “Your legs reach places your arms can’t reach thanks to your new flexibility. Your larger paws and clumsier toes can compete against your smaller hands and dexterous fingers because they got limber. And you get more creative and confident with your newly improved limbs that you previously disregarded.”\n\n\t“I get it,” Carel grunted as her paw ministrations were getting unbearable. “Your paws are beautiful! End this now!”\n\n\t“Sure,” Reina paused her paws and stood up. “I was only showing you what’s in store for you anyway. One day you’ll see what my paws can truly do. Until then, I think your next masseuse is the opposite of what you got.”\n\n\t“Is it Sneg?” Carel guessed, knowing from experience that the two vixens were almost a two deal package.\n\n\tSTOMP!\n\n\tA golden paw slammed on top of his gut, knocking the air out of him. Many sparring lessons helped him identify the owner of the paw besides the fur color even before she spoke out.\n\n\t“It’s my turn,” Chiwit crossed her arms below her chest. She had her right leg bent forward so that her paw could stomp on his gut while other was stretched back, almost like a boxer using her legs to get the necessary leverage to throw her best punch.\n\n The golden jackal was a fierce fighter. One day she came to [i]Cardio Coyote[/i] and offered to teach him Muay Thai. She gave him a beatdown, but was satisfied with his performance. He didn’t know she was masseuse until today.\n\n [i]Might as well find out about her in this massage.[/i]\n\n “I didn’t know you were a masseuse here, Chiwit,” Carel started the conversation innocently, watching as her golden paw moved downward to his groin.\n\n “I got into some underground fights when I was young,” Chiwit explained as she grabbed the ashiatsu bars with her hands while her right paw grabbed his shaft with a firm and possessive grip. “Yu Ame gave me a massage after I strained my body too much to win a championship match. It inspired me to be a trainer and a masseuse.”\n\n “That’s when you decided to join Hitsume Ashiatsu?” Carel asked as he watched her left paw stroke the side of his dick with her paw pads.\n\n “Yes and no,” Chiwit answered as her right paw pulled the coyote’s dick hard enough to make him yelp while the left one caressed it roughly. “I tried to find her and then I learned Thai massage. One day, Yu Ame was a customer. She recognized me. I gave her a massage and she asked me to join her. I quit and joined Hitsume Ashiatsu.”\n\n “Weren’t your peers sad to see you go?” Carel asked, feeling a bit mortified at seeing Chiwit tell how she left her old job as soon as Yu Ame asked her about it. At this point, she was switching paws. The left paw was now the one doing the toe gripping and the right one was doing the pad stroking.\n\n “I wasn’t the best masseuse,” Chiwit avoided his gaze, a blush noticeable on her cheeks, and her paws squeezing his shaft hard enough to make him bite his lips. “The good thing about Hitsume Ashiatsu is that martial arts do improve your massage skills.”\n\n [i] I have second thoughts on that.[/i]\n\n “Why did you visit my gym?” Carel asked, feeling curious about their first meeting when she suddenly showed up. It was a good question as the jackal’s paws were more careful with the way they were touching him.\n\n “My sisters were being hired by you and were speaking praises,” Chiwit shrugged her shoulders. “I wanted to test you so I came as a sparring teacher. You’re not the best sparring partner I had, but you have passion and dedication. Also, it’s fun to fight you despite the gap in strength and skill.”\n\n She punctuated her point with a squeeze and a stroke. Carel made a choked noise of pain and pleasure that satisfied Chiwit enough to end her massage. \n\n “I think that’s enough for me,” Chiwit sighed. “I prefer to use my paws for kicking to be honest. I’ll see you at the gym, Carel.”\n\n “Yes,” Carel sighed, breathing heavily from the rough way his manhood was handled by the jackal. At this point, he was not going to survive.\n \n Two light brown paws came to his rescue. They gently pushed his dick to his belly and kept it pinned there. The paws moved gently to the side and let go of his member, then they pinned it again but from a different angle. The right paw was on his testicles and the left paw was on his shaft. His eyes moved upward to the legs to see his new masseuse, but he knew her identity based on the way her paws were treating him.\n\n “Are you okay with this method, Carel?” Karana asked comfortingly as she stood up on the bed without using the ashiatsu bars to avoid adding pressure.\n\n Carel smiled at the dhole before focusing on her paws. “Yes, Karana,” he nodded gratefully. “Thank you for asking.”\n\n “Then I’ll begin,” Karana smiled as her paws started stroking.\n\n It was a soothing massage. Her left paw was in a horizontal position across his shaft and was moving vertically. It was a perfect way to relieve the pain considering the abuse Chiwit gave him in the previous massage. \n\n Unfortunately, the second part of the massage backfired on Carel. None of the previous women massaged below the base of his dick, meaning that his testicles had not been stimulated yet. So while he was being healed by the left paw, the right paw was turning him on again.\n\n He wanted to complain. He wanted to tell Karana what was wrong. But he couldn’t bring himself to complain after all the massages she gave him during her time working with him. He bit his lips. Karana, for her part, watched Carel bite his lips and made an assumption on her own.\n\n [i]Maybe he’s still sore for what Chiwit did to him. I better add more strokes.[/i]\n\n And so she did. Her toes splayed and pinched. Her pads moved in patterns. And her fur brushed him. However, rather than leaving him with an erect but rested dick, she left him with an erect, rested, and hornier dick.\n\n “I’m glad that you’re feeling better, Carel,” Karana smiled as she got away from him and let him rest. \n\n [i] The next massage is gonna suck.[/i]\n\n “I shall take my place now!”\n\n A pair of snow white paws grabbed his newly restored dick sideways in a firm grip with all toes curled inward, except the top outer toe of the left paw that was pointing outward for some reason. \n\n “Hi, Sneg,” Carel sighed as he figured out the artic vixen took her chance now that he was in prime condition again.\n\n “Hello, Carel,” Sneg saluted. “Are you ready to see what an ice skater can do?”\n\n “How can your ice skating techniques translate to a pawjob anyway?” Carel asked with a raised eyebrow.\n\n Sneg grinned, deciding to show rather than tell. Her paws used the precum that Carel leaked over six pawjob massages to pump upward at amazing speed and grace.\n\n [i]Okay, that’s an…ugh… amazing pawjob. But it’s still a basic one that anybody can do if they practice it enough times. The only unique thing about hers is the pointed toe.[/i]\n\n The pointed toe turned out to be the key component of her pawjob. Sneg curled her top outer toe to complete the grip and it resulted in a powerful stroke that made him suppress a shriek of pleasure.\n \n [i]I changed my mind. That’s no ordinary pawjob. And the toes do play a part on it.[/i]\n\n Sneg kept pumping her paws, but she alternated the toes she curled and extended, resulting in different grips. There was one she extended the outer toes of both paws, one where she used the middle toes, another on which she extended all toes, and another where she used his dick like a flute by separating the paws and alternating toe and paw positions vertically.\n\n “I think that’s enough for today,” Sneg declared, sounding very proud of herself as her toes opened at glacial pace. “Consider this a preview of what I can give if you ever want to have a try with me.”\n\n The artic vixen left Carel with a dignified strut. The coyote instinctively followed her with his eyes out of caution and desire. He knew he should be on guard, but he couldn’t help it after being teased like that.\n\n He paid for his mistakes when a pair of paws squished his dick from above, catching his attention. His eyes shifted to his privates as he saw those same paws colored in tan fur squishing his member and teasing him with wiggling of their white toes. He grunted as he lifted his vision and saw Alinta, using the ashiatsu bars to suspend herself in the air and looking smug about it.\n\n “What’s up, Carel?” Alinta teased as her paws moved up and down. “Are you ready for the training?”\n\n “How is this gonna train me to be a better fighter?” Carel stared at her paws and then at her.\n\n “Well, it’s more training for me and my leg muscles,” Alinta snorted. “But I’m sure that getting jerked off by dozens of attractive girls with great paws will help you not to think with your dick so much. Consider this mental training as well.”\n\n “How is this…?”\n\n “And one…and two…and three…!” Alinta began her rhythmic chant. Once she started, she never stopped. Her legs moved up and down, pulling his dick with inhuman strength, and even lifting him off the futon a few centimeters.\n\n [i] This massage is gonna hurt. I hope she doesn’t rip my dick off![/i]\n\n Alinta did her leg lifts in three sets of ten. Even with the breaks, Carel had to endure her paws yanking his manhood so hard that they lifted his body. \n\n “And now we go to part two!” Alinta grinned as her paws grabbed his shaft and moved in circular patterns. “And one…and two…and three...and four…I can’t hear you down there, Carel!”\n\n Carel grit his teeth as the dingo kept her bicycle paw stroke on him. The paws moved forward, then backwards, and then they alternated. One paw moved forward and the other moved backwards and then they moved at opposite directions.\n\n “All sets are done!” Alinta whooped in triumph as she separated her paws from their improvised work tool and put them back on the futon. “Never thought I’d make a training from pawjobs. Give me a call the next time you want to train.”\n\n [i]I don’t think I want that kind of training.[/i]\n\n Carel did not focus his eyes on the dingo. He knew she wasn’t coming back, or at least he hoped that she wasn’t coming back. His eyes focused on his sore crotch. It was going to be attacked at any second.\n\n [i]Where will it be? From above, from below, from the left, or…[/i]\n\n A pair of golden paws tipped with maroon toes caught him by surprise. The right paw slipped past his dick and hooked itself to the right side of it by using a reverse grip with the top of the toes. Meanwhile, the left paw pressed firmly and gently into the left side of his member. He turned his eyes to the right and saw the wild dog Hadith leaning backwards on the right ashiatsu bar.\n\n “You better not relax, Carel,” Hadith smiled encouragingly. “You have to turn yourself on while you still have more energy.”\n\n [i] Damn it. Alinta and Hadith are motivational coaches. Of course Hadith was going to get inspired to massage me after seeing Alinta in action. Her massage is gonna be a rough one! And I was just finished from the one Alinta gave me.[/i]\n\n “Get ready,” Hadith smiled passionately as her paws squeezed vertically, the left paw using the paw pads and the right one using the bones and muscles of the paw. \n\n Her grip was a strong one because of her fused middle digits. They created a toe pad twice as long as the other ones and almost as big as the main paw pad. And her dexterity with the right paw was also admirable. She used the fur of her paw and her toes to stroke him to drive him crazy with pleasure. \n\n “Now to switch,” she alternated with the paws. “You gotta learn to love the paws as a whole. It’s not just the pads. You gotta love the toes, the heel, the ankle, the arch, and the legs. I got a whole lot I can teach you, Carel.”\n\n “I don’t think I can learn all that right now,” Carel grunted. \n\n “Of course not,” Hadith giggled as she stopped. “I still have to share you with my sisters. But I can give you more training if you’re up for it.”\n\n “Let me show you the fruits of true training!”\n\n Plumb and petite paws grabbed Carel’s member. The maroon paws were positioned vertically on the shaft with one left paw above the right paw and the upper outer toe of the right toe doing slight taps. Even though it was his first time receiving this treatment, Carel recognized the familiar treatment of tanuki toes taunting him with pressure points.\n\n “Uwaki,” he groaned. “What are you gonna do to me?”\n\n “Apply some pressure points,” Uwaki winked at him. “You’re going to blow anyway so you need a suppressor every once in a while. Pay attention to my paws and you’ll notice.”\n\n Having no other choice, Carel focused on his groin. Uwaki was not using the ashiatsu bars for balance, so she was using her legs to pump him with her paws. For each pump, her outer toe poked him at a lower point of his shaft. Each poke was mild, but the sensation they caused spread with as they progressed. She poked him with the other paw after about ten pokes. He started to feel something akin to lethargy and pleasure in his groin. The process of pumping and poking repeated. After the series of pokes were done in that session, only the lethargy remained. \n\n [i]What’s this? I’m still erect. But I’m also relaxed. I don’t know how to feel about this sensation.[/i]\n\n “That’s enough for now,” Uwaki smiled as she hopped away from Carel. “He’s ready for more play time. Claim him now before somebody makes him cum.”\n\n “Dibs!” Festa grabbed Uwaki by the waist, respectfully put her aside, grabbed the ashiatsu bars, and then did her pawjob massage on him.\n\n “That was fast!” Carel yelped as the maned wolf started her assault. Her reddish-orange paws jerked him vertically with her toes curling and splaying to a rhythm from the bells of her anklets.\n\n “I’ve always wanted to try something like this,” Festa grinned as she used a samba rhythm to stimulate the coyote. “Do you like it? Maybe we can try some salsa?”\n\n “I’d like to stay with samba for the time being,” Carel curled his hands into fists. “I don’t think I can take your paws rubbing me with every dance style you have.”\n\n “Fine,” Festa rolled her eyes and then groaned. “Now that I think about it, this music choice doesn’t fit with my massage style. It’s actually killing my mood too. How about I give you a pawjob massage on a different time with my own personal track?”\n\n “Yes!” Carel yelled.\n\n “It’s a date!” Festa whooped as she did a toe splay and curl and then let Carel go.\n\n [i]I think I lost count of the girls who are gonna pawjob me after this punishment is over. I’m gonna have my calendar busy after this. [/i]\n\n STOMP!\n\n His dick was suddenly flattened against his pelvis by a pair of small paws. It was the first time his member was in a horizontal position as he watched his new masseuse thread on it. She had straw colored paws and she was very light as she stood on top of his most delicate body part without hurting him. Her paws were also covered in bath salts, which gave him the hint of her true identity.\n\n “Are you enjoying yourself, Carel?” Alrami asked. The fennec vixen was so small that she didn’t need to balance on the ashiatsu bars. She could just casually walk on top of her clients with no issue.\n\n “Your paws on my dick feel great under normal circumstances,” Carel smiled at Alrami, thankful that she wasn’t one of her larger compatriots using their larger body weight on him. “That being said, your bath salts on my dick do leave something to be desired.”\n\n Alrami had soft paws and her petite frame made standing with her whole body a pleasant experience. However, having salt poured in the pink flesh of his already raw dick made what should have been a pleasant massage into a nightmare. \n\n “Are you sure?” Alrami asked, her paws stepping sideways and upwards, trying to find a way to soothe him without literally rubbing salt on him.\n\n “Yes,” Carel grunted.\n\n “I guess I miscalculated,” Alrami sighed. “Well, you learn something new every day by making mistakes. I’ll refrain from using my bath salts when doing a pawjob.”\n\n “Duly noted,” Carel smiled as Alrami got out, happy that most of the girls had been finished with him.\n\n [i]Twelve of them are done. Nine more are left. Let’s do this. I can endure.[/i]\n\n “You don’t mind if I try out next, Carel?” Marina asked.\n\n [i] Damn it! Why did my next masseuse have to be the other one who uses salt baths right after the last one was finished with me?[/i]\n\n “Sure,” Carel grinned nervously at the island vixen. He couldn’t refuse her after she was the nicest vixen of her group in massaging him.\n\n “Don’t worry,” Marina assured him. “I heard your criticism with Alrami and I poured water on my paws to wash off the salt. It should be mostly gone.”\n\n He appreciated her sand colored paws using a reverse grip. They were wet and a bit cold, but there was still some salt in them. Fortunately, the reverse grip meant that one of the two paws stroke him with the toes rather than with the pads covered with salt.\n\n “That feels nice,” Carel stated. It was a half lie as the little salt that remained in one paw gave him a prickling sensation. But it was more bearable thanks to the cold soothing feeling of her wet paws.\n\n [i] Oh, those wave like movements of hers drive me crazy. She was definitely a surfer.[/i]\n\n One paw curled the dick inward and the other stroke. Between the water and salt, Carel felt his erection decrease a bit, a sensation he appreciated a for a while.\n\n “Thank you, Marina,” he sighed, hoping that she didn’t realize anything.\n\n “You’re welcome, Carel,” Marina giggled. “Let me know if you need my help with something else.”\n\n “I’ll let you know,” Carel promised as he watched Marina talk with her masseuse sisters. He felt a bit of relief in watching one of his favorite workers have fun with her friends.\n\n The relief didn’t last when a pair of long gray legs came out from his left side, grabbed him by the dick, and started pumping. The pumping motion was so strong that Carel felt his body twist to the side. He was now staring at Zefeni giving him a long legged pawjob.\n\n “Hello, Carel,” Zefeni laid on the bed with her hand on her cheek. “I copied this technique by watching bats catch their prey.\n\n “I can see what you’re doing there,” Carel bit his lips as he watched the bat eared fox pump with splayed toes. “But I thought that you used your toes for ear massages.”\n\n “I use my sense of touch to give massages,” Zefeni boasted. “It’s the hairs of my fur that give me this ability. I am not limited to my toes.”\n\n [i]But she’s limited by practice.[/i]\n\n Zefeni was great. But he could see that this was the first time she was trying this pawjob technique or that she had only used it few times. He could figure that out because she was yanking too hard. She was supposed to torture by teasing not by ripping. He didn’t dare to say that to her face though…not when she had his dick in her paws.\n\n “Okay, my legs are tired now,” Zefeni groaned as she finally let him go and stood up. “That was kind of fun. First time I ever did a pawjob. I hope you liked it. I’m hanging out with the girls now.”\n\n [i] And I’m resting my dick here.[/i]\n\n His rest was interrupted by a reverse pawjob. Two black paws with light brow markings grabbed his dick while they were in an upside down position. \n\n With a grunt, Carel stared forward and noticed Pesca laying on her belly with legs raised backwards to that her paws were pointed at him. In a way, it made it look like the crab-eating vixen was using her paws as fishing rods for his dick.\n\n “I will take my time with you,” Pesca promised as her paws moved slowly. “So I want you to relax.”\n\n [i]Alrami and Zefeni were right. She did take my criticism to heart.[/i]\n\n Maybe Pesca was trying to correct her massage skills after receiving a critic detailing her flaws. Maybe a pawjob did allow her to combine her massage and fishing skills in a way that best complemented her abilities. Or maybe it was a combination of both factors. Regardless, the crab eating vixen was acting with a calm and professional behavior unexpected from those who knew her.\n\n Carel moaned in pleasure. It was relieving to take things at a desired pace. Squish and stroke was the pattern that Pesca chose. She stroked regularly and she squished when she felt a convulsion on the shaft. She brought a sudden stop when she felt something.\n\n “Why did you stop?” Carel asked desperately. \n\n “Can’t have you cum before the other ladies have their turn,” Pesca stood up without bothering to look at the coyote. “Remember, we are the boss in this dojo, sir, not you.” \n\n Carel was speechless. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum after a pawjob like the one she gave him. And then he remembered. This wasn’t’ mutual. Nor was it a service he could decide. This was their decision…and there was nothing he could do about it.\n\n [i] They decide when this starts and ends. Whether I enjoy this or not, it depends on me and my luck.[/i]\n\n His train of thoughts was interrupted when silver paws sandwiched his dick by the middle. One paw was rubbing the top with the sole and pads and the other was using the top of the toes to massage the bottom. \n\n [i] Might as well see my new torturer.[/i]\n\n His eyes shifted to see Grond grabbing an ashiatsu bar with both arms. The cape vixen was light, but she had strong legs as they rubbed horizontally across his length.\n\n “How am I doing?” Grond asked expectantly.\n\n “You’re doing fine,” Carel nodded his head. “You’re a quick learner.”\n\n “Do you think so or you’re just saying so out of pity?” Grond narrowed her eyes as her paws squished him harder.\n\n “No!” Carel yelped. “I think you’re a good masseuse. You can even help your fellow miners if that’s allowed in your work.”\n\n “Thanks,” Grond smiled genuinely. “Maybe I’ll try to work at your gym if I am not satisfied with my other jobs.”\n\n She excitedly ended the massage and went to talk with her mentor.\n\n [i]Well, at least I made her happy. Too bad I can’t say the same about me.[/i]\n\n “Hey…”\n\n Standing in front of him was Sierra. Contrary to their previous encounters, the red wolf looked apologetic. The sight of her sad somehow tugged at Carel’s heartstrings.\n\n [i] Damn my faint heart! Why do I get soft when I see a sad girl?[/i]\n\n “I want to apologize for how I acted back then,” Sierra sighed as she placed her hands in the ashiatsu bars. “If you don’t want to accept my apology, then accept this compensation.”\n\n She lifted her body and curled her body to the right. Her right paw hooked around his dick to rub the front with the knuckles of the toes and her left paw rubbed the back with the paw pads. \n\n He wanted to ask what was wrong with her. Why was she acting so different? But he stopped. This was her decision. He wasn’t going to push unless she decided to open up to him about it. For the time being, he needed to focus on her massage.\n\n Her paws moved his dick horizontally, spinning it around as they traveled from the top to the base. The centripetal force gave him a warmth and pressure that filled him with vigor.\n\n [i] I wish I knew more about her. I want to know more about her fighting style. Her massaging technique could be figured by her background or her hobbies. But she’s so secretive. Maybe something bad happened. It may explain her outbursts. I don’t think she’s a bad person, but I think that she was involved with bad people though. I guess that’s why she’s so jumpy.[/i]\n\n “I’m finished,” Sierra stated, finally releasing him. “If you ever want a massage from me, talk to my friends to stage a meeting. I’ll give you a massage and then my phone number so that we can better talk to each other.”\n\n [i] Did she make peace with me?[/i]\n\n It was so surreal to watch Sierra talk with others after what happened between her and him. He felt like he was in a dream.\n\n Two grayish brown paws with a cinnamon touch interrupted his train of thought with a reverse pawjob. It was similar to the one Pesca gave him. But this one was more focused on the center and using the toes.\n\n “Sorry for the surprise visit,” Myrtille apologized as her paws started a vertical stroke, squeeze, circular stroke pattern. “I hope my best friend Sierra didn’t cause you any trouble.”\n\n “You are best friends with Sierra?” Carel asked incredulously. It was hard to think of them as being that close when the two had opposing personalities.\n\n “We became friends due to common interests,” the Eastern she-wolf laughed wistfully. “We were closely related wolf species, we practiced Hitsume Ashiatsu, among other stuff.”\n\n “Does she even like hockey?” Carel asked Myrtille as he stared at her paws. Ice hockey was the extracurricular activity that strengthened her legs for her Hitsume Ashiatsu training. \n\n “No,” Myrtille sighed in disappointment. “Even if she did, that’s not my place to tell, Carel. You have to learn that by her own volition.”\n\n “Fair enough,” Carel declared without emotion, feeling revitalized by the massage Myrtille gave him. It wasn’t going to make him cum because she wasn’t using extravagant techniques, but the way her paws slid due to the accumulated precum made it easy to stimulate his dormant member.\n\n “I think I’ve done my part,” Myrtille smiled approvingly. “You only need to endure three more girls, Carel.”\n\n Her words filled him with hope. Three more girls jerking him off was something he could endure.\n\n [i]Bring it on. I am ready for whatever you girls have to throw at me.[/i]\n\n He was surprised by another reverse pawjob. However, this time, the reverse pawjob was done by yellowish red paws stroking him with their edge. It was a simplistic pattern, but it was still relaxing and stimulating.\n\n [i]I can take it. You can do it, Carel.[/i]\n\n \"I like the look on your face,” Esprit smiled approvingly. “I would have brought one of my remedies, but I wanted to test your progress with my bare paws.”\n\n “How am I doing?” Carel asked the African she-wolf, or at least the paws that were moving up and down. \n\n “More or less,” Esprit made a gesture with her hand while her paws kept stroking. “I noticed that you endured so far. But you’re also about to pop. Remember, failure to pop before reaching the last one means you might as well not have bothered to take the trial in the first place.”\n\n “I can take it,” Carel challenged her, enduring how they teased him by alternating between simultaneously stroking him or alternating individual strokes. “I’m about to pop. But it’s just you and two others. I can take a couple of sessions more to reach the end.”\n\n “That’s the way you’re supposed to talk,” Esprit grinned as she released Carel and turned around. “I think that’s enough for me. I wish you good luck with Anite and Selva in your next trials. You will need it.”\n\n [i] I only need it with one of them. If I endure it with one of them, then I can freely cum with the other one. The question is who will be my next one.[/i]\n\n TAP! TAP! TAP!\n\n Carel stared at ochre colored paws walk to him. He recognized the owner of the paws as well as her species.\n\n “Nice to see you again, Anite,” Carel smiled. “I take it that Selva will be my final masseuse after I solve my issues with you.”\n\n “If we can solve it without getting you to cum,” Anite challenged.\n\n Carel braced himself when the Ethiopian she-wolf made her move. She held the ashiatsu bars to lift her body and gripped his shaft with her paws. She used her right paw to focus the squishy pads and the left paw for the grasping toes.\n\n She went vertical stroke, squish, horizontal stroke, squish, and circular stroke. Carel stared at the movements of her paws and noticed a familiarity with the movements of Nina’s paws during massages and sparring matches, especially the latter.\n\n [i] Is she doing Taekwondo on my dick?![/i]\n\n She was. The way Anite moved her paws reminded him of the kicks she and Nina threw at him during their sparring matches at the gym. Anite was throwing weak kicks at his dick!\n\n [i] If it weren’t for the fact that this is so pleasant, I’d be pissed at Anite for using my manhood as a miniature kicking post.[/i]\n\n Carel bit his lip, hard enough to make him bleed. He wasn’t going to cum. Selva was going to end this when Anite was done with him. So he was going to endure.\n\n [i]Finish what you started, Carel! Keep holding on![/i]\n\n “I’m impressed,” Anite grinned as she released her hold. “You got jerked off by twenty girls and you’re still going strong. How are you feeling?”\n\n “My dick is on fire,” Carel grunted.\n\n “That’s accumulated pressure,” Selva walked to the pair. “I can help you ease the pain. All I need to do is provide the release that has been eluding you.”\n\n “Please do,” Carel begged. “I don’t think I can handle more stimulation. Just end it already.”\n\n\tThe short eared dog grabbed the ashiatsu bars to lift her small frame and then started stroking Carel with her paws. It was a unique experience for Carel. Her fur was short, her paw pads were moisturized, she had webbed toes, and the limbs moved with feline grace despite being belonging to a canine. \n\n\tIt took Selva but a few minutes of stroking to finally make Carel cum. A volcano of cum erupted from the repressed cum, making the short eared dog yelp in surprise at the amount of sticky white fluid coming out of him.\n\n\tThe coyote gasped from the climax he received. He wanted to cum more. But the sheer repression he held and the sudden release gave him an unusual sensation of pain and pleasure that put him to sleep. By the time he woke up, he was at the feet of another group of masseuses, ready to deliver their own punishment.\n\n\t[i]I wonder whose paws are gonna torture me this time…[/i]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Carel Canine Ashiatsu

\tCarel groaned. His vision was blurry. He saw darkness mixed with strands of light and nothing more. He couldn’t even open his eyes. Much less find the strength to stand up after what happened to him.

\tI’m so tired.

\tHe blinked once. He blinked twice. And he blinked some more. His eyelids were heavy, but they were moving. He still saw darkness, and yet there were glimpses of light that were piercing through. He was sure that those glimpses were visible across some little gaps.

\tWhy am I seeing in gaps?

\tHe gave a singular blink, closing his eyes hard and opening them in a single flick of his eyelids. Once again, he saw darkness with some gaps of light. But this time he noticed something. He heard laughter, a chorus of feminine laughter. And he felt a pressure on his face, more specifically around the area surrounding his eyes.

\tOh, yeah, I’m being punished. I guess what Nina and Yu Ame Tai did to me was not a dream then. This is gonna suck.

\t“He’s awake,” giggled a sophisticated voice.

\t“I know,” a husky one growled with pleasure.

\tI wish Yu Ame had not paralyzed me. It’s hard to make demands when I can’t move my lips. Hell, why do they start the torture by blindfolding me with their paws?

\t“I think you should start the show, fox twins!” a raspy voice demanded. “We all want our turn and there’s the next group after that.”

\t“Are you talking about the birds or the monkeys?” a soft voice asked.

\t“I’m not sure,” a mature voice shrugged. “We’ll find out after we’re done. Can you take your paws off his face, girls?”

\tThe fox twins complied and Carel was greeted by two vixens. One of them was a classical red vixen with sophisticated tastes named Reina. The other one was an exotic yet demanding artic vixen named Sneg.

\tMentally, he groaned. Those two were teases with the customers, his workers, and with him. Although they were not related, they liked to work together as if they were sisters to increase their teasing teamwork. That being said, individually, they brought much to the plate too.

\tReina was a ballet enthusiast. She could easily apply pressure using a single leg, and then add her whole body weight by focusing all her balance in her toes. She used those dance moves every time she found a kink on his body. They were painful, but there was no denying that the muscular pains were gone after she was done with him.

\tShe was currently wearing a black leotard that left her arms and legs bare. It was simplistic, stylish, and practical. It also gave her an excuse to practice ballet when she was not auditioning for a recital.

\tI’m starting to think she does more ballet on top of clients than on stages.

\tSneg was more focused than her comrade. Her legs were shorter and stubbier and ended in paws with fur at the bottom of the paw pads. They acted as heat insulators, perfect for winter massages. She was an ice skater-a figure skater as she often liked to punctuate-so she could figure out the way to glide her paws on her client’s body without losing balance and then focus pressure when she found the right point.

\tShe was wearing a light blue jumpsuit decorated with white sparkles that left the arms, legs, and parts of the back and cleavage exposed. The outfit was flashy, which was a surprising contrast with the discipline Sneg showed when her paws started rubbing Carel’s body when it was massage time.

\tI’ll never forget the day I got a massage from those two. It took a week before Nina got them off my back.

\tStanding behind them were three other canines. One of them was a dingo named Alinta. Another one was a dhole named Karana. And the final canine was an older coyote female named Adsila, whom he intended to converse in several occasions.

\t“Where am I?” Carel asked sorely. His eyes hurt, both from the lack of sleep and from having two paws applying pressure to them a few minutes ago.

\t“Still at our massage parlor, mate!” Alinta playfully stomped a paw on Carel’s groin, making him yelp.

\tCarel whined. His crotch was still sensitive from being overstimulated by the feline in the previous punishment. He wanted to protest, but having his mouth paralyzed only caused him to whine. He resorted to staring at the dingo, dressed in a black tank top and green sports shorts, silently begging her with his eyes to stop her abuse on his balls.

\tDamn it, Alinta! Don’t kick me while I’m down!

\t“Alinta be more gentle with him, please!” Karana begged as she used both hands to lift the dingo’s paw from the coyote’s bruised testicles.

\t“Quit your bitching,” Alinta scoffed. “I’m friends with a roo. This is child’s play compared to what she has in store for him.”

\tOh, this is gonna hurt. Carel gulped. If a playful stomp from Alinta hurt that much, who knew how much her kangaroo friend was going to make him suffer. He prayed that the kangaroo had her turn at the very end of the paw marathon.

\t“Both of you stop fighting,” Adsila took charge of the conversation before it devolved into Alinta bullying Karana by accident. The dhole was very sensitive and the dingo was very assertive so it was a common occurrence for the former to get shut down by the latter just by something as simple as a minor disagreement.

\t“Fine,” Alinta and Karana agreed, the former more reluctantly. It was a good thing that Adsila was one of the oldest members.

\t“She didn’t hurt you too much, Carel?” Adsila asked in a concerned tone, staring at the paralyzed coyote.

\tCarel stared at his older female counterpart.  She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and some blue denim shorts that reached to her knees. Despite her age, she still looked beautiful with barely a wrinkle on her face. Even when he knew nothing about her, he trusted that she had his best interests in mind with the way she acted around him. He remembered how she defended him from Alinta. Without thinking, he spoke…

\t“Hmph,” he replied, reminding her that he was paralyzed and therefore could not answer her question.

\t“He’s still paralyzed, Adsila,” Reina giggled at the older coyote, who looked flustered at her blunder. “Are you sure you’re not getting senile?”

\t“Maybe she forgot about it because she wants to steal the cradle,” Sneg added, a big judgmentally. It was no secret that Carel wasn’t the only one interested in talking with Adsila. She reciprocated, but had doubts due to the age difference.

\t“Both of you…quit it,” Adsila growled at them. The threat was more than enough to get the vixens to shut up. It also got Alinta and Karana a bit scared despite not being the targets of her rage.

\tJust how much of a badass is Adsila if she can scare four fellow Hitsume Ashiatsu members at the same time. Alinta is one of them…and she’s a mixed martial artist.

\tIt was true. Alinta once joined Cardio Coyote as a surprise tutor in mixed martial arts. She was one of the most challenging fighters he ever faced. What surprised him the most were her legs. She walked with perfect poise and balance. It was impossible to break her stance, which powered her punches and kicks and made her immune to most grappling techniques. It was those legs that made her a good masseuse as they were flexible and moved at a perfect rhythm when they threaded on his body.

\t“How about we calm down?” Karana suggested, trying to defuse the situation.

\tHer gentle inquiry was all that Adsila needed to regain her composure. “I’d like that,” she said before taking out her cell phone. “Let me just make a call. Carel needs to recover his ability to speak at some point in the session.”

\t“Great job, Karana!” Alinta rubbed the head of the dhole as a reward for preventing a massacre from taking place.

\tIf he could smile, Carel would have done so. Karana was a very popular masseuse at his gym because of her customer service. She was focused on her job and always asked her clients were she should focus her ministrations during each session. According to Yu Ame, she took a basic ashiatsu class before joining the clan, giving her an edge in massaging techniques at the cost of martial arts prowess.

\tShe always wore modest clothing when working. She was dressed in a yellow blouse with a black skirt. It wasn’t provocative or alluring, but the humble appearance presented a woman who wanted to make her customers happy. It was an image that she maintained with her massages and one of the reasons Carel hired her despite her lack of martial arts.

\tTo be fair, I didn’t hire any of my masseuses because they can kick my ass.

\tSpeaking of ass kicking, he didn’t know anything about Adsila. He didn’t even know about her fighting style. While he could figure out that being a long time member of Hitsume Ashiatsu meant that she was no pushover in a fight, he knew from experience that most, if not all of the masseuses, had prior experience in martial arts or sports that fortified their legs.

\tWhat kind of fighting style do you have, Adsila?

\tHe knew that she was some kind of healer. It was back during the massage she gave him when they first met. She brought flowers, herbs, and spices that she personally ground with her paws. She then used her newly lotion covered paws to rub him. He was overcome with the smell and the sensations that he forgot to talk with her after she was done.

\tAnd now I probably won’t get to talk with her because I can’t open my stupid mouth. Life is a bitch sometimes.

\t“I finished the call,” Adsila turned off her phone with a sigh. “She told me some of the girls were busy. We may have to deal with Carel ourselves if they don’t show off in a few minutes.”

\tOh, that’s a good omen. They’re just five. That’s not so bad compared to what I dealt with the felines. I can deal with it…It’s not like more will show up…right?


\tCarel waited for at least ten minutes watching as his five captors engaged in banter with each other. Listening to them was the only way to distract himself from the approaching sexual torture waiting for him later.

\tIt’s been ten minutes. Maybe they won’t show up.

\tThe doors of the dojo were slid open. From the corner of his eyes, Carel saw a silhouette of a large canine, amplified by the distance between the futon where he was resting and the entrance. She was carrying something on her hand.

\tPlease don’t let that be a murder weapon!

\t“We brought the massage oil!”

\tOh, thank heavens…more or less.

\tA wolf dressed in a jujutsu gi that had the sleeves and the legs ripped off to show her muscular limbs entered the dojo. Carel gulped as he remembered that this female was Griselda and that her massage as one of the most intense ones he ever received. She practiced German jujutsu, an aggressive version of the original jujutsu that incorporated striking and joint locks to the grappling martial art. He remembered how Griselda used her paws to grab his limbs by the joints and twist them when she found something she didn’t like. The worst part was when her paws grabbed his head.

\tTo this day, a part of me felt like she was trying to rip my head off. Even when she cracked my neck, I still felt like she wasn’t going to stop until she twisted it to the other side.

          She came along with five other canine compatriots that closely resembled the wolf species. Coming behind her was a maned wolf named Fiesta, and she was carrying a music box with a CD collection filled with relaxing music. At her side was an African wolf named Esprit and an Ethiopian wolf named Anite. The trio watched as a red wolf named Sierra hurried forward, bringing pillows for the massage. Finally, an Easter wolf who called herself Myrtille was bringing clean sheets.

\tThey’re eleven. Not a big deal! You can take it. You survived something as bad as twelve pairs of paws jerking you off over and over again yesterday. Or was it just this evening? Whatever time happened between when I woke up and when I feel unconscious doesn’t matter. I can take it.

\tPOW!

\tA long leg blindsided him as he felt a paw kicking him in the ribs, knocking him from the futon where he was resting. Carel was barely able to grunt in pain with his lips paralyzed as his body rolled into the tatami mats of the dojo.

\tOkay. I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with the additional roughhousing.

\tHis eyes focused on a golden jackal that he personally knew on his free time at the gym. Her name was Chiwit, and she was a martial arts trainer at Cardio Coyote. She trained him in Muay Thai and she was a very strict teacher. It was his first time seeing her at the parlor, especially in the hidden dojo.

\tI didn’t even know she was a masseuse here.

\tThe golden jackal was dressed in a red tank top that exposed her muscular belly and she was wearing black shorts, leaving her long muscular legs to show. She was fixing him with a glare that threatened him to not do anything stupid or she was going to kick him again.

\t“We gotta clean the futon before we can start the second round with you,” Chiwit glared at Carel, gesturing with her head at the furniture where he slept a few seconds ago.

\tThe coyote shifted his eyes and noticed several dark stains. He also smelled a distinct scent that slowly entered his nostrils.

\tIs that my semen? How much did I came with those felines? Oh, gross! I slept on my own cum!

\t“I’ll prepare the new sheets,” Esprit offered as she took the old stained sheets, put them aside, and then started covering the empty mattress with the clean sheets that Myrtille gave her.

\tCarel blushed as he saw the African wolf prepare the mattress to continue his massage. While she was going to punish him later, it felt unfair to have her replace dirty laundry that he stained personally.

\tShe was wearing a beautiful yellow summer dress decorated with red and green flowers. The idea of her staining such a cloth with his filth made him feel bad when she gave him a massage with flowers like the ones of her dress.

\tHe remembered how she personally made a lotion from fruits and flowers before she massaged him with her paws. She was a student of ancient anthropology getting a Master’s degree when she was not working to pay her college debts. She was just a year younger than him…

\tNo woman of high education like her should do something so demeaning…even if she’s going to jerk me off to unconsciousness later.

\t“I’ll do the laundry then,” Anite sighed as she picked up the dirty sheets and gave the rest a threatening glare. “Nobody starts without me.”

\tHis guilt increased when the Ethiopian wolf stood up, watching as her long legs were dejectedly taking her out of the dojo.

\tNow I feel like a jerk.

\tAnite was a Taekwondo user like Nina. While her paws and legs were shorter than Nina, her dedication was not to be underestimated. She was actually a better martial artist than a masseuse than Nina. She even incorporated axe kicks and other complex moves into her repertoire. In a way, Carel was grateful that she bothered to use her Taekwondo to spar with him than to torture him like Nina did in the middle of her massages.

\tShe wore a traditional white dress from home. She even had a slit custom-made in the middle of the legs so that she could freely use her legs if she ever needed to use Taekwondo. She never told her parents about it, but they still complied with her request anyway.

\t“Let me help you, Anite!” Karana called out as she followed Anite, making her smile for the assistance.

\tAs the two girls left, Karel was at the mercy of ten canine women ready to use their paws on him. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him now. So he waited.

\tIt didn’t take long before Fiesta took a few steps, put the music box, and played a CD filled with the classic oriental music found in every Asian themed institution. This earned her a few groans from her companions.

\t“Seriously, Fiesta?” Griselda asked irritably. “Couldn’t you have found something less stereotypical?”

\t“It’s the only relaxing music I found that fitted with a massage parlor,” Fiesta groaned. “Get off my back! Besides, Carel likes it. Don’t you like it, boss?”

\tShe stood on her heels so that she could cup his chin with her paws and force him to nod to the beat of the music.

\tFiesta was a musician and dancer. She had perfect pitch for music and sensitive paws to find rhythm. The way she massaged him was to deliver quick stomps to hear the slapping of flesh and the cracking of bones to figure out where she was supposed to put her paws next until she found the place she was supposed to rub next. If she found something that sounded or felt wrong, she corrected it with traditional massage. She thought of it as her duty to prepare her clients for the parties to come.

\tHer work clothes were stimulating for her and the client. She wore a one-piece golden dress with a cleavage window, holes on the back and belly, no sleeves, and no skirt to improve her body movements. She also wore anklets and wrist bands with little bells that helped her establish her rhythm.

\t“Can you stop messing around, Fiesta?” Sierra asked, feeling irritated at the maned wolf’s playfulness. “Me and Myrtille already finished his futon. Let’s get out of here so that the next part continues. We’ll catch up to him later anyway.”

\t“But I’m having so much fun,” Fiesta whined, her paws shaking Carel’s head. The coyote whined as his head made a rattling noise thanks to the bells that Fiesta had on her anklets.

\tSTOMP!

\tSierra’s paw stomped Carel’s head, pinning it back on the tatami mat. The red wolf was glaring at the maned wolf, who did not look amused at being interrupted or threatened all of a sudden.

\t“Let’s go,” Sierra growled.

\t“Make me,” Fiesta snarled with bare teeth.

\tWhy does she always do that every time she gets pissed?

\tIt wasn’t the first time Sierra’s paw had stomped him in the face. Back when he had gotten a massage from her, she had been cordial. However, when he tried to make conversation with her, she became avoidant and abruptly ended the massage by stomping him on the face. Yu Ame later told him that she had a tragic past so she was not used to talking about it. As such, one should not try to pry her when she becomes avoidant unless she’s triggered.

\tOn a closer look, Sierra didn’t have the looks to attract a customer. While she was an attractive female, she had a poor disposition that made him avoid her. She had a frown that contained concentrated anger, fear, sadness, and confusion. It made people get away from her and those who got close to her got hurt if they pried too much. Her clothing style was a dark gray shirt with black shorts every day, even outside of work. Tragic past aside, her resorting to violence was definitely going to get clients away from the gym, even if he were to fire her.

\tMoments like this makes me glad that I didn’t hire her.

\t“Okay, girls, enough,” Myrtille cut in before a fight could break out, removing Sierra from Carel’s face. “We agreed not to make a scene like last time. Now how about we go outside and talk about it.”

\tAs Myrtille calmed down her friends, she made sure her paw was rubbing the coyote’s sore snout. It was a welcoming gesture. Her paws still smelled like blueberry cream.

\tMyrtille was a hockey player with long legs and balance. But while her gliding strokes and leg strength gave her good technique, it was the blueberry lotion that she always put on her paws that made him remember her most.

\tShe was dressed in an indigo jersey that she draped over her shoulders. She was also wearing red and white sports shorts. It wasn’t as classy as Sneg, but she made up with her paws getting the job done.

\t“Fine,” Fiesta shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not like I’m the one who’s getting the most heat out of this bullshit.”

\t“We’ll be right back,” Griselda spoke to the other canines, giving Sierra a pointed glare for daring to make a fool out of the group with her outburst.

\tAfter the declaration, the wolves left, leaving Carel alone with four other canines.

\t“That was awkward,” Reina voiced what everyone was thinking.

\t“No shit!” Alinta snapped. “I hate it when those wolf bitches bring the drama here. When is she arriving anyway?”

\t“In a minute,” Adsila checked her phone and was satisfied with what she read. “I think we should get outside though. I’ll send a message to Karana and let her know of the situation.”

\t“Well, I don’t mind leaving,” Sneg turned around, sounding exhausted. “I’d rather take a break after this debacle. Call me when it’s our turn again.”

 
\tAnd so the four ladies left the dojo, and Carel was left all alone. Nothing happened for a minute. And there was silence for five minutes. There wasn’t a single presence in the dojo besides himself.

 \tWell, at least I am getting a small reprieve from the future paw hell they’ll give me in a few moments. I think I’ll have a few minutes.

\tWHAM!

\tCarel felt a weight on his back. It wasn’t heavy. But it was a load that placed enough pressure in a vulnerable place on his back to drain the air out of his lungs. It was an all familiar sensation that he recognized.

\tThere’s only one thing that ever knocked the breath out of me from behind. And that was a pair of tanuki paws slamming me in the back. In terms of being discrete, Uwaki is a worse ninja than Yu Ame!

\t“Have you missed me, Carel?” Uwaki asked as her paw toes wiggled on his back, sending chilling sensations up his spine.

\t“Can you please get off me?” Carel asked, regaining his ability to speak. He was in too much pain to get into shock at his recovered speech.

\t“Seriously, that the first thing you can say after I so generously gave your language skills?” Uwaki asked, her voice full of malice as her paw traveled upward until reaching the cervical vertebrae. A few pokes from her toes and a twist from her paw pad was enough to give Carel a twisted muscular knot.

\t“Gah, I’m sorry, Miss Uwaki!” Carel hastily apologized. “I am grateful for your assistance. Your massage was very relaxing.”

\t“Oh, you sweet gentleman,” Uwaki laughed as she now used both paws to undo the knot she made on Carel’s neck. She poked, rubbed, and twisted until his pain was replaced with relief.

\tCarel grit his teeth. He did not appreciate complimenting Uwaki under threat of pain, especially when she often did things that earned her the opposite. He imagined the tanuki dressed in her black ninja robes acting mysterious, coquettish, and playful like the ninja of the old tales.

\tWhat the hell is she doing here? I thought that she was a rival clan member. Yu Ame even told me about it after she massaged me last time.

\t“I thought you were a rival clan member,” Carel grunted his confusion as Uwaki worked a nerve on his lumbar region with a couple of stomps. “Because of you I got in trouble with Yu Ame.”

\t“Old rivalries are detrimental to growth,” Uwaki snorted. “Besides, I am an honorary member of Hitsume Ashiatsu. Just as she’s an honorary member of my clan’s massage techniques. Also, we’re on-and-off rivals. It keeps our skills sharp in this era. You should try it out sometimes.”

\tI think I’m suffering enough with Hitsume Ashiatsu.

\t“Have you finished preparing him, Uwaki? The girls are getting impatient?”

\tCarel’s eyes drifted to see an African wild dog. Her name was Hadith and she was a motivational coach. She had a dynamic schedule as a masseuse, athlete, trainer, and martial artist. In a way, she was one of the greatest inspirations in Cardio Coyote for any long standing member.

\tBefitting for a gym trainer, she was dressed in a green sports shirts and matching running shorts. She had red vertical stripes running vertically on the left side of the shorts and shirt with her name stitched there. On the right side of her shirt, she had the Cardio Coyote name and logo stitched too.

\tNot sure if this was done on purpose or by accident, but this adds insult to injury.

\t“I’m nearly finished,” Uwaki promised. “But the next part can be painful. Can you show Carel that anaerobic hold you’ve been bragging about?”

\t“What do you mean painful?” Carel asked Uwaki with a fearful voice. “And what’s that anaerobic hold that she mentioned Hadith?”

\tHe closed his eyes and remembered everything he knew about biology. He was sure that he heard the word “anaerobic” at some point in the past.

\tAnaerobic must be related with aerobic. Yeah, I think it was the opposite of it. So all I need to do is remember aerobic and then think the opposite of it to get the true definition of it. Let’s see, aerobic means you need oxygen to work. By that logic, an anaerobic holds means that I don’t need…oh shit…

\tHe opened his eyes and mouth to beg, but he was greeted by a pair of paws placed vertically together, with one of them pointing up and the other one pointing down, almost like he was staring at a pair of jaws about to bite down on his mouth. The paws closed around his snout, trapping it in a vice grip with her toes, especially the two middle toe pads that were fused on each paw, improving the hold. He couldn’t resist because of the paralysis and the force Hadith was pushing through her paws onto his nose, smothering him into oblivion. His vision blurred nearly in an instant.

\tHe heard pops and cracks, no doubt from the massage that Uwaki was still doing on his back. His lungs were burning. He was about to pass out.

\tWell, if I am lucky, maybe I’ll pass out before they jerk me off again and move to the next set of girls willing to torture me.


\tThe burning stopped. He was still in the darkness, but he no longer felt that choking sensation. He also didn’t feel paws squeezing his snout as he could suddenly grimace in the shadows.

\tIf this is a dream or the space between life and death, please leave me here.

\tSCRATCH!

\tHe was still in the dark, but he heard something. It was close by his ears, above and around them. A few seconds passed and he felt another thing. Was it an itch to scratch? No. It was something more satisfying. It was that joyful sensation he got when scratching an itch that tormented him too long. But why was he feeling it now?

\tSCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH!

\tA minute passed and his senses were recovering faster. His hearing noticed that there was a scratching sound that was becoming more frequent. They also registered a scraping sound, like a rough texture being exposed to friction repeatedly. He felt warmth on his head, a soothing pressure, and something else that he could not describe.

\tI’m gonna need a minute for this.

\tSCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH!

\tSomebody’s scratching my head.

\tHe could not deny it. Small petite paws were scratching his head and ears with medicinal salts. Slowly, and with great effort, he lifted his neck and opened his eyes. He was greeted by fennec paws rubbing and scratching his forehead.

\t“Good morning, Alrami,” Carel deadpanned.

\t“I see you woke up,” Alrami answered with her paws moving up and to the sides to scratch the coyote’s ears, making Carel moan.

\tAlrami was one of the shortest masseuses in his gym, but she used that to her advantage. Her small frame meant that she could use her full strength and body weight to give precise massages to many customers of all sizes. She also was a specialist of bath salts, like most of his masseuses who were desert or beach animals, and moisturized her paws with them before every massage to give them a smooth and rough surface that made them unique.

\tShe wore black shirts and brown cargo shorts most of the time, except during winter, where she refrained from showing up to work. It was a casual attire, but not many complained when one of the smallest masseuses hit their weak points with her whole weight without hurting them.

\tThis isn’t so bad. I’m only dealing with one pair of paws this time…But why do I have the feeling that it’s about to get much worse.

\t“Is it just you, Alrami?” Carel ventured to ask the fennec.

\t“No,” Alrami paused her massage. “There are more. You just can’t see or feel them because Uwaki did that great of a job paralyzing you. Let me fix that up.”

\tRather than soothing scratching, Carel felt small pricks as Alrami dug her small yet still sharp claws on top of his skull. It was a stabbing pain that lasted a second, but it was replaced by a curious sensation across all of his body. He felt a tingling. He raised his eyes and noticed that there was a second pair of paws stroking his ears, just like they did every day before winter.

\t“Is that you, Zefeni?” Carel asked in dismay.

\tZefeni was a bat-eared vixen and she was considered the best ear masseuse among the gym and the clan. This was due to having long sensory hairs that made up part of her fur, allowing her paws to coordinate with her client’s body. Her pack’s tendency for social grooming made her an expert in ear massages long before she joined Hitsume Ashiatsu.

\tCarel recalled how often Zefeni talked about her pack during the massage she gave him. Her culture was interesting. She was dressed in colorful sheets of fabric she called kanga that she used for different type of clothing styles. She always favored a purple kanga on her upper half and an orange kanga around her waist to cover a bit of her legs for modesty.

\tAt least I’m getting massaged by one of the nicest members of the clan and one of the most harmless.

\t“Sorry about this, Mr. Carel,” Zefeni apologized as her paws pinched the tip of Carel’s ears, making him moan. “I have an obligation to my clan sisters. Look below and you’ll notice now that the paralysis is slowing down.”

\t“What do you mean by that?” Carel tried to look up, but it was impossible with Alrami pressing her body weight on his skull so he had to ask his next question without looking at her. “Are there others rubbing me?”

\t“You can say so.”

\tStatice’s snout was forcefully grabbed by a pair of paws and yanked up and down, left and right, straining his neck, to the protests of Zefeni and Alrami, who were still working on him.

\t“Cut it out, Pesca!” Alrami yelled angrily. “I’m gonna fall!”

\t“And you’re hurting, Mr. Carel!” Zefeni admonished angrily as she hugged Alrami to her chest to prevent her from falling.

\t“Spoilsports,” Pesca scoffed as her paws stopped shaking Carel’s head and let the coyote recognize her.

\tShe was a crab-eating vixen with little social skills, either spending her time alone or with a few friends. Deep down she was deeply insecure, so she took hobbies that allowed her to interact with people more. She took Hitsume Ashiatsu because it allowed her to be rough and gentle.

\tShe was wearing green board shorts and a light-blue fishing shirt. It was the standard uniform she had since she worked as a fisherwoman. Occasionally, she presented herself at work with a wet shirt, which earned customers the rough treatment if they commented or stared at her too long. Carel learned about the latter the hard way the day he first met her.

\t“And this is why nobody asks a second massage from you, Pesca,” Carel growled, annoyed at the whiplash that her paws gave him by shaking his head and then suddenly stopping.

\t“You want another one, boss?” Pesca threatened with a feral grin. “I can punish you with immunity here since you broke the contract.”

\t“Fine,” Carel replied without fear. “But remember that I let you stay here despite your poor customer service, Pesca.”

\tPesca stared at the coyote for a few seconds. Her reply was to squeeze his cheeks and twist his neck.

\t“Ow, what are you doing?” Carel demanded at the pressure she was exerting on his facial area.

\t“Proving to you that I can be a good masseuse,” Pesca glared at him.

\tThis is not how you prove you’re a good masseuse!

\t“Well, she’s making progress,” Alrami smiled as she resumed her skull massage on Carel. “She’s never shown restraint like that before.”

\t“You really got her to listen, boss!” Zefeni rewarded Carel with a few ear squeezes from her paws.

\tThis doesn’t alleviate Pesca and her rough paws on me.

\t“Do you have to be so rough, Pesca?”

\tA pair of soft paws touched his neck and throat soothingly. Just like Alrami, they were covered in bath salts. Unlike her, the owner was using her paw pads rather than her claws for the massage.

\t“Shut up, Marina!” Pesca yelled, twisting Carel’s face away from the new pair of paws. “I know what I’m doing.”

\t“You’re interrupting the punishment!” Alrami used her whole body weight on Carel’s head to push the coyote’s face against the vice grip Pesca had on him and into the new pair of paws.

\t“Thanks for your help, Marina,” Zefeni flattened Carel’s ears against his skull, both to rub the whole surface and to help Alrami to push back against Pesca.

\tSomebody kill me. Carel thought as he was put in the paw tug of war. His thoughts were focused on the paws of Marina.

\tMarina was one of the nicest masseuses in his gym. Many customers wanted to be massaged by her. It helped that the island vixen had surfing training, which gave her great balance when standing on top of her clients. Nothing could bring her down once she put her paws on them, no matter how much they moved.

 \tShe was wearing an orange one-piece swimsuit. It was form fitting to show her figure. Even after the sun had dried the water off it, Marina could still show her gorgeous body to the customers while she worked them over beneath her paws as she used them like surf boards. Her figuring out who wanted a massage from her on sight always helped her on business. It got her hired when she noticed Carel staring at her in awe from the corner of her eye, leading to a massage that proved her abilities to him.

\tLeave it to Marina to pick up clues to see what the client truly needs.

\tSeeing the other women struggle, Marina took the initiative and stroke Carel’s chin and throat. It was heavenly. She moved her paws in wave patterns. Left and right curves moving downwards from the chin to the throat and to the sternum and then back to the chin to resume the motions.

\tOh, this is paradise. Well, more like purgatory. Between her massage and the paw push-and-pull between Pesca and Alrami and Zefeni, I can’t fully say that I am one hundred percent comfortable. I need a tiebreaker.

\t“You girls move around! You focused on his face enough! Let us focus on his body so that we can move on with the punishment!”

\tWhen the orders were given, Carel realized that his head was lighter. That paws that were rubbing, kneading, pushing, and pulling his head and facial features were no longer there. He could see with his eyes and now mobile neck that the vixens who had attended him earlier had moved around a bit.

\tOkay. Who’s in charge of this vixens if she can get them to back off?

\tNow that he could move his neck a bit, he raised his head and noticed the owner of the voice. She was a corsac vixen of average height and with well-defined legs. She looked like she was on her thirties and was staring at him back.

\t“Hello, Carel,” she said curtly.

\t“It’s nice to see you, Huaxing,” Carel curtly addressed her. “I take it you’re the last masseuse in this torture.”

\tShe was wearing a fancy qipao with a slit that showed her shapely legs. It was perfect for seduction, martial arts, and massages. He knew it well enough due to sparring matches and massage sessions where she showed the true skill of her legwork.

\t“There’s me and my young assistant, who didn’t get a turn because she came late from work,” Huaxing smiled, gesturing back with her hand as she invited a cape vixen to come along to her side. “This is Grond. She is a new student of Hitsume Ashiatsu for almost two years.”

\t“What do you mean almost two years?” Carel asked incredulously. “Shouldn’t I have met her by now? I’m a regular customer here. It’s how I met most of the masseuses who work at the gym.”

\t“I work part time as a miner and jeweler,” Grond spoke lowly, with a voice that sounded a bit asocial, no doubt due to how much time her job took away from her. “I don’t get to do my massage classes as much as I want because of that.”

\t“She’s an irregular student,” Huaxing shrugged her shoulders. “We invited her to this punishment to help her get some practice and to socialize with her sisters.”

\tDid she just reduce me to an extra credits assignment?

\t“Is she even old enough to do this?” Carel asked, looking at Grond suspiciously as he tried to judge her age. Unlike Alrami, who at least had a strong voice and a breast size that no underage woman would have, he couldn’t say the same from Grond with her voice and small body proportions.

\tShe had baggy clothes. She wore brown mining jacket and shorts that reached her elbows and knees but were too puffy to show her body. Her limbs were a bit too small to properly measure her age. It made him feel inadequate.

\t“I’m a woman!” Grond yelled, moving to Carel and kicking him in the right side of the ribs. The blow knocked the wind out of him and turned him around. It was also a confirmation of her age as he saw her proportions closer. They were those of a woman in her prime who did lots of exercise based on the way her legs bulged when she kicked him. Also, the volume of her voice when she yelled did confirm that she was older than she looked.

\t“Grond is turning 23 this week,” Huaxing clarified with a chuckle. “She also hates being treated like a child based on her looks. You should know how that feels, Carel.”

\tWell, I got my clarification, and I’ll give Grond an apology after this is over. I know how it feels when people judge based on first looks.

\tHe raised his head and he noticed a familiar massage tool. They were the ashiatsu floor bars. They often came in different sizes and shapes depending on what position, height, or surface the client was going to be massaged. In this case, he was looking at an ashiatsu bar resembling a fence with a tube sticking out of the front so that the masseuse could hold on for balance. Carel turned his head around and noticed that its twin ashiatsu bar was at the opposite side. Both of them were surrounding the futon by being placed at its sides on top of the tatami mats.

\tSo that’s what the girls used to balance themselves on to massage my face. I thought they were using the futon.

\tHis thoughts were interrupted when he saw Grond walking in front of him, her paws were in front of his face. He turned back and he noticed that Huaxing was placing her hands on the ashiatsu bar.

\t“We’ll begin your lesson, Grond,” Huaxing stated in a patient tone. “Let’s try with freestyle. Take everything you learned from your life and incorporate it into your massaging techniques.”

\t“Are you sure?” Grond and Carel asked at the same time, the latter wheezing the question due to his sore ribs.
 
\t“I’m sure,” Huaxing nodded understandingly. “Hitsume Ashiatsu is about freedom for all species. The cranes were open minded enough to teach to other avians. Then arboreal animals. And then all animals. But not all animals had feet like cranes, so they used freedom to improvise. Most of us only use the basics and then add special techniques unique to us anyway.”

\t“She’s got a point there,” Carel affirmed, a bit inspired despite his sore ribs and whatever was going to happen to him soon. Thinking about it, most females used their own approaches to Hitsume Ashiatsu by using their unique body physiology rather than relying entirely on the techniques that Yu Ame taught them.

\t“Let me show you what I can do,” Huaxing gave an encouraging smile as she gave a small hop and placed her elegant paws on Carel’s bruised ribs, earning a yelp from the coyote.

\tShe’s standing right where I was kicked! How is that a massage move?

\tCarel heard was a surprised gasp from everyone. He turned his head around and noticed that Huaxing was perfectly balancing with one paw on his ribs and the other on his back despite him moving and being sideways. She was doing this while she was no longer holding the ashiatsu bars for support.

\tAnd I thought Marina had extreme balance.

\t“I’m a good climber among canines,” Huaxing boasted as she started treading on Carel’s back with one paw and his side with the other one, using dexterous toes to hold her weight. “I don’t need bars to balance and I’m great at rubbing the sides of my clients. This is my style. What’s your style, Grond?”

\t“What’s my style?” Grond repeated the question to herself. She stared at her mentor’s paws rubbing Carel’s sides. Then at Carel grunting, his chest rising from the ministrations. And then she stared at her own paws. She came up with her own answer soon enough.

\t“I have my answer,” Grond grinned confidently as she curled herself on the tatami mat on the left side of Carel and slowly exposed her legs to him.

\t“What are you gonna do to me?” Carel asked, fear and curiosity mixed in his tone.

\t“Nothing says belly scratch better than a digger’s paws!” Grond declared proudly as her warm paws rested on Carel’s belly and moved up and down, using her dull claws to scratch his fur.

\tThe move was simple, but it was effective. Carel panted as the paws move vertically up his belly and chest. He tried to roll to the right, but Huaxing put her body weight to prevent him from escaping her student’s assault. He rolled to the left, but Huaxing casually walked on his belly and then pinned him from that side, allowing Grond to continue her scratch massage on his back while the corsac vixen started massaging his left side.

\tThe massage lasted minutes until Grond felt her legs tiring. Feeling that her student got all the experience she needed, Huaxing let her student rest and ended her massage.

\tThank heavens for lack of stamina.

\t“Is that all?” he asked Huaxing, more with a begging tone than a challenging one. “I want to end this now.”

\t“Just let Selva have her turn and then we’ll all finish you off,” Huaxing assured him with fake reassurance.

\t“Damn it,” Carel cursed. He started to see how massage, an activity of relaxation, became an activity of fighting, torture, and murder.

\tHe had only seen Selva a few times and she was quite…exotic. She was a short eared dog. She had short yet slender limbs that ended in webbed paws because her species partially thrived in an aquatic habitat. He had been massaged by her once and she was one of the few members of the clan who refused.

\tI think she’s asocial. She was more business focused that I am and that’s something.

\t“Where is the client?”

\tAnd she’s here.

\tSelva was staring at him emotionlessly. She was a petite, curvy female with a mysterious air around her. She moved with an unusual gracefulness, one far superior to her fellow canines, closely resembling to the felines who massaged him earlier. Without warning, she placed a paw on Carel’s left side, turned him around so that he was on his belly and then gave him a classic ashiatsu massage.

 \tStraight to business, I see. It’s just like I remember her. Even her massage style has no gimmick to her.

\tOut of the masseuses who massaged him, Selva was by far one of the most technical. She used traditional ashiatsu moves with her canine paws supplemented by the webbed toes of an aquatic animal and the gracefulness of a feline.

\tShe used a blueish-green dress that looked like a robe. It looked handmade based on the tears around the collar, the sleeves, and the slit around the legs. It was obviously meant for practical issues rather than fashion.  

\tThis isn’t so bad. I wish Selva were more sociable though. Or that Hitsume Ashiatsu didn’t have so many masseuses to choose. I wouldn’t mind being a regular customer of hers.

\t“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to have to knock you out by pinching some cervical nerves,” Selva apologized as she leaned her body back while moving her legs forward, slowly reaching her paws to Carel’s neck.

\t“Wait, what did you…?” Carel begun to ask as he felt those webbed paws reach his neck and heard a crack followed by darkness.


\tDarkness was surrounding him. He wasn’t sure where he was. But he could find out if he smelled the scent of herbs that was reaching his nostrils. He felt a warm pressure on his nose that was spreading the aroma on him. As he smelled more, the darkness was vanishing. He got closer and closer until he felt something warm on his cheeks…

\tSNAP!

\tCarel’s eyes opened wide at the sound of his neck being cracked. His eyes darted to his cheeks, realizing that they were being held by the paws of a wolf and that a coyote’s paws were being held were his muzzle used to be.

\t“Griselda!” Adsila yelled at the wolf behind Carel. “I was waking him up!”

\t“Well, you were taking too long!” Griselda snapped while her paws were squishing Carel’s cheeks. “Besides, I deserve a bit of play time too. The fox girls had their share, Uwaki and Selva did that paralyzing massage thing, even some of my girls got to take some paw fun with him.”

\t“Eighteen,” Carel spoke.

\t“What?” Griselda asked.

\t“Eighteen girls out of twenty-one had their paw way with me. That includes you two. Send the last three so that we can finish this.”

\t“I’ll help Griselda with her massage,” Anite offered, lifting a long leg to do a vertical split. “I don’t like doing laundry.”

\t“And I think my massage oil can synergize with the product Adsila put on her paws,” Esprit smile as she sat beside the female coyote and offered her paws to Carel’s snout for better olfactory stimulation.

\t“I can rub your belly if you like,” Karana offered, not wanting to be left out now that she was the last one standing.

\t“Bring it on,” he sighed now that Griselda and Anite changed their positions and placed their paws on his head and jaw to twist his neck into the waiting paws of Adsila and Anite.

\tWhile her more assertive sisters focused on his face, Karana used her paws to massage the abdominal region that had been mostly neglected. Her caresses gave him temporary comfort every time Anite and Griselda pushed, pulled, and twisted his head and neck too much for his liking.

\tFor their part, Adsila and Anite did try to limit the damage by pushing on opposite directions. The scent of their paws worked as an anesthetic. Their instructions in relaxation worked put him in a mild hypnotic trance that helped him block the pain to a mild degree, even though Griselda and Anite snapped him out of it and they had to start with the hypnotic relaxation again.

\tIt was a surreal massage of pain and pleasure from the muscles and the senses. His mind was confused on how to feel about the five pairs of paws torturing and pleasing the body at the same time. It was a short massage, but it was very stimulating in both ends of the spectrum. The sensation brought a warm sensation on his groin that grew hotter with each caress until Karana screeched when she felt something hard on her paw.

\t“I wish that lasted longer,” Griselda smiled as she watched the dhole jump away from Carel’s erection. “But we don’t have all night. The third group will show up soon. We need to go to the main event.”

\tThis is gonna suck.


\tTwenty-one canine females surrounded him. All of them barefooted and ready to use their paws on his groin.

\tAll of them were talking to each other, trying to find the best method to decide who should go first. Some wanted to decide by rank, age, order of arrival, time they knew Carel, proximity, and other factors.

\t“My sisters,” Huaxing, the corsac vixen who massaged him as a lesson to her cape vixen student, spoke out. “There is a method to decide who should be the first to start the punishment and who should follow after her.”

\t“What is it, master?” Grond asked curiously. Her question got the other masseuses to put their attention on Huaxing.

\t“The true way to decide our turn is…” Huaxing walked around the dojo, noticing that the other masseuses were following her with their eyes. When she noticed that she was in front of the coyote and that her fellow massage sisters were blocking him from her view, she knew that it was time to make her move.

          She turned around and crouched, making it seem like she was picking something up. This distracted her sisters more, enough to reveal her intentions.

\t“The true way to decide our turn is to seize the moment,” Huaxing smiled as she backflipped over her sister’s heads. She gracefully tucked her body in a ball, rolled into the air, and uncurled when she noticed Carel on her descent.

\tSMACK!

\tCarel yelled in pain. Huaxing nailed the landing. She spread her arms to grab the ashiatsu bars and then slapped her grayish yellow paws into his erect dick. The landing felt like his manhood had been struck and squished from both sides.

\t“No fair!” Griselda pointed an accusing finger to Huaxing.

\t“We’re martial artists as well as masseuses,” Huaxing crossed her arms, balancing o top of her prize by gripping on it with her toes.

\tShe’s heavy. Even if she’s doing the balancing, she’s still heavy.

\tTo prove a point, the paws moved up and down, jerking Carel off while she was still on top of him. The act awed the younger witnesses and earned the approval of the older ones.

\t“This isn’t even my best trick,” Huaxing smiled as she leaned forward.

\tCarel screamed as she leaned forward and back. The corsac vixen threatened to crush his limb many times, but she still jerked him off with each motion. Her toes never released their grip on him and she never used her arms to hold the ashiatsu bars again.

\tThis is bullshit. I’m pretty sure that even martial arts masters have limits to what they can accomplish.

\tNot wanting to break Carel, Huaxing backflipped away from him. “It’s kind of a shame I have to share you with the younger ones. Call me if you ever want a one-on-one lesson.”

\tThe corsac vixen moved to a corner. She decided to wait for the other masseuses there to talk about their experience.

\tOne down and then there’s twenty more to go. Who’s gonna be next? It could be any one of them.\\

\t“It’s my turn now!” Griselda yelled as she sat on top of Carel’s chest. Her gray paws clamped on his shaft, earning a grunt from the coyote.

\tThe she-wolf had a firm grip with her paw toes, even using the upper outer toe of her left paw to tease the veins in the back of his dick for extra stimulation. It earned a whine from Carel.

\t“You like that, runt?” Griselda teased with a sadistic smirk. “Then you’re gonna love this.”

\tShe started a pattern. It was a vertical pumping motion, supplemented with toe squeezes after each pump, and an additional toe stroke to the veins in between. She added new elements, like adding rotations, more squeezes in between pumping motions, or alternating toes when stroking the back of his dick.

\tSomebody stop her! This is the second pawjob of the session and I want it to end right now! I’m gonna cum!

\t“And there you go!” Griselda smirked as she suddenly stopped with no warning.

\tThat was fast.

\t“I can’t have you cum yet,” Griselda stood up and let a space open for the next girl to take her place. “Besides, not letting you release is a more painful experience.”

\tIt took Carel a few seconds to realize what Griselda mean when a throbbing sensation snapped him out of it. The rush towards climax was the most stimulating part of an orgasm. However, delaying the orgasm always caused the male pain. It could turn into a torture the longer that delay went.

\tThat Griselda is a merciless bitch!

\tCarel stared at the remaining nineteen canines. His eyes were silently begging them to come and finish the job. But they were no fools. They knew that they had to wait. And so they did. The coyote was left to suffer for a couple of minutes with his dick still erect.

\tThis is a nightmare! Somebody please put an end to this!

\t“I think that we can continue the punishment,” Adsila smiled as she went towards Carel, giving his still erect dick a curious look.

\tI knew I could count on a fellow coyote to get me out of this mess.

\t“I have the perfect remedy for you, Carel,” Adsila smiled as she poured a special ointment on her paws. “This shall help you relax the nerves on your member while still keeping it intact for the other girls.”

\t“You’re not gonna help me cum?” Carel asked incredulously.

\t“Sorry, Carel,” Adsila apologized. “I would if this were a normal problem, but I’m still a member of Hitsume Ashiatsu. I must punish you and you’re my prey as well as the prey for my sisters.”

\tCarel was stunned. He watched as Adsila grabbed the ashiatsu bars, leaned her body back, and stretched her legs forward. Her grayish-red paws were around his dick in no time, but the grip was different. She was using her paw pads exclusively for this massage, particularly to smear the ointment on his manhood.

\tThe ointment was cold. It made Carel gasp despite Adsila having naturally warm paws. The female coyote never squeezed him to avoid making him cum. She focused mainly on stroking him to put the medicine on him. She used simple horizontal strokes starting from the base and up to the tip. First, she rubbed with the main paw pad, and then she used the pads of her toes.

\tDamn. It’s not as complex as the other massages. But it’s still as good as them. And that’s despite being a massage that’s turning me off.

\tWhen her paws finished applying the ointment, Carel was still erect, but he was no longer throbbing. He was ready to be stimulated more by the remaining masseuse sisters.

\t“Already done,” Adsila smiled at the group. “Now, whoever is ready to give Carel a massage, raise her…”

\t“Dibs!” Reina yelled as her elegant red legs blindsided both coyotes when her paws grabbed Carel by the dick. She was lying on the bed, on her back, with both legs outstretched, and with her paws already on her price.

\t“Reina,” Adsila growled threateningly.

\t“Let her do as she pleases, Adsila,” Carel grunted. “Screw the system, this was gonna happen anyway. I’ll be fine. We can talk later.”

\t“Fine,” Adsila sighed and let Carel to the vixen’s ministrations.

\t“Such a gentleman,” Reina giggled as she resumed her stroking.

\tCarel grunted. Reina’s paws were positioned sideways across his dick, one on the front and the other in the back. They also moved in a graceful way that reminded him of her past as a ballet dancer.

\t“Ever heard of fluttering?” Reina teased as her paws moved in irregular patterns with amazing dexterity. They moved vertically, horizontally, and in circles, making the coyote’s face morph in pleasure several times in a row.

\tWhy do dancers have to be great at using their feet at everything after learning how to dance? That’s bullshit!

\t“You’d be surprised at what you can find yourself doing with your paws once you learn how to dance,” Reina giggled, somehow reading his mind based on his facial expressions. She started a monologue as her paws kept stroking. “Your legs reach places your arms can’t reach thanks to your new flexibility. Your larger paws and clumsier toes can compete against your smaller hands and dexterous fingers because they got limber. And you get more creative and confident with your newly improved limbs that you previously disregarded.”

\t“I get it,” Carel grunted as her paw ministrations were getting unbearable. “Your paws are beautiful! End this now!”

\t“Sure,” Reina paused her paws and stood up. “I was only showing you what’s in store for you anyway. One day you’ll see what my paws can truly do. Until then, I think your next masseuse is the opposite of what you got.”

\t“Is it Sneg?” Carel guessed, knowing from experience that the two vixens were almost a two deal package.

\tSTOMP!

\tA golden paw slammed on top of his gut, knocking the air out of him. Many sparring lessons helped him identify the owner of the paw besides the fur color even before she spoke out.

\t“It’s my turn,” Chiwit crossed her arms below her chest. She had her right leg bent forward so that her paw could stomp on his gut while other was stretched back, almost like a boxer using her legs to get the necessary leverage to throw her best punch.

        The golden jackal was a fierce fighter. One day she came to Cardio Coyote and offered to teach him Muay Thai. She gave him a beatdown, but was satisfied with his performance. He didn’t know she was masseuse until today.

         Might as well find out about her in this massage.

         “I didn’t know you were a masseuse here, Chiwit,” Carel started the conversation innocently, watching as her golden paw moved downward to his groin.

         “I got into some underground fights when I was young,” Chiwit explained as she grabbed the ashiatsu bars with her hands while her right paw grabbed his shaft with a firm and possessive grip. “Yu Ame gave me a massage after I strained my body too much to win a championship match. It inspired me to be a trainer and a masseuse.”

          “That’s when you decided to join Hitsume Ashiatsu?” Carel asked as he watched her left paw stroke the side of his dick with her paw pads.

           “Yes and no,” Chiwit answered as her right paw pulled the coyote’s dick hard enough to make him yelp while the left one caressed it roughly. “I tried to find her and then I learned Thai massage. One day, Yu Ame was a customer. She recognized me. I gave her a massage and she asked me to join her. I quit and joined Hitsume Ashiatsu.”

           “Weren’t your peers sad to see you go?” Carel asked, feeling a bit mortified at seeing Chiwit tell how she left her old job as soon as Yu Ame asked her about it. At this point, she was switching paws. The left paw was now the one doing the toe gripping and the right one was doing the pad stroking.

          “I wasn’t the best masseuse,” Chiwit avoided his gaze, a blush noticeable on her cheeks, and her paws squeezing his shaft hard enough to make him bite his lips. “The good thing about Hitsume Ashiatsu is that martial arts do improve your massage skills.”

         I have second thoughts on that.

        “Why did you visit my gym?” Carel asked, feeling curious about their first meeting when she suddenly showed up. It was a good question as the jackal’s paws were more careful with the way they were touching him.

         “My sisters were being hired by you and were speaking praises,” Chiwit shrugged her shoulders. “I wanted to test you so I came as a sparring teacher. You’re not the best sparring partner I had, but you have passion and dedication. Also, it’s fun to fight you despite the gap in strength and skill.”

           She punctuated her point with a squeeze and a stroke. Carel made a choked noise of pain and pleasure that satisfied Chiwit enough to end her massage.

           “I think that’s enough for me,” Chiwit sighed. “I prefer to use my paws for kicking to be honest. I’ll see you at the gym, Carel.”

           “Yes,” Carel sighed, breathing heavily from the rough way his manhood was handled by the jackal. At this point, he was not going to survive.
 
            Two light brown paws came to his rescue. They gently pushed his dick to his belly and kept it pinned there. The paws moved gently to the side and let go of his member, then they pinned it again but from a different angle. The right paw was on his testicles and the left paw was on his shaft. His eyes moved upward to the legs to see his new masseuse, but he knew her identity based on the way her paws were treating him.

         “Are you okay with this method, Carel?” Karana asked comfortingly as she stood up on the bed without using the ashiatsu bars to avoid adding pressure.

         Carel smiled at the dhole before focusing on her paws. “Yes, Karana,” he nodded gratefully. “Thank you for asking.”

         “Then I’ll begin,” Karana smiled as her paws started stroking.

            It was a soothing massage. Her left paw was in a horizontal position across his shaft and was moving vertically. It was a perfect way to relieve the pain considering the abuse Chiwit gave him in the previous massage.

        Unfortunately, the second part of the massage backfired on Carel. None of the previous women massaged below the base of his dick, meaning that his testicles had not been stimulated yet. So while he was being healed by the left paw, the right paw was turning him on again.

        He wanted to complain. He wanted to tell Karana what was wrong. But he couldn’t bring himself to complain after all the massages she gave him during her time working with him. He bit his lips. Karana, for her part, watched Carel bite his lips and made an assumption on her own.

        Maybe he’s still sore for what Chiwit did to him. I better add more strokes.

        And so she did. Her toes splayed and pinched. Her pads moved in patterns. And her fur brushed him. However, rather than leaving him with an erect but rested dick, she left him with an erect, rested, and hornier dick.

       “I’m glad that you’re feeling better, Carel,” Karana smiled as she got away from him and let him rest.

       The next massage is gonna suck.

         “I shall take my place now!”

         A pair of snow white paws grabbed his newly restored dick sideways in a firm grip with all toes curled inward, except the top outer toe of the left paw that was pointing outward for some reason.

         “Hi, Sneg,” Carel sighed as he figured out the artic vixen took her chance now that he was in prime condition again.

         “Hello, Carel,” Sneg saluted. “Are you ready to see what an ice skater can do?”

          “How can your ice skating techniques translate to a pawjob anyway?” Carel asked with a raised eyebrow.

           Sneg grinned, deciding to show rather than tell. Her paws used the precum that Carel leaked over six pawjob massages to pump upward at amazing speed and grace.

          Okay, that’s an…ugh… amazing pawjob. But it’s still a basic one that anybody can do if they practice it enough times. The only unique thing about hers is the pointed toe.

           The pointed toe turned out to be the key component of her pawjob. Sneg curled her top outer toe to complete the grip and it resulted in a powerful stroke that made him suppress a shriek of pleasure.
 
           I changed my mind. That’s no ordinary pawjob. And the toes do play a part on it.

           Sneg kept pumping her paws, but she alternated the toes she curled and extended, resulting in different grips. There was one she extended the outer toes of both paws, one where she used the middle toes, another on which she extended all toes, and another where she used his dick like a flute by separating the paws and alternating toe and paw positions vertically.

         “I think that’s enough for today,” Sneg declared, sounding very proud of herself as her toes opened at glacial pace.  “Consider this a preview of what I can give if you ever want to have a try with me.”

          The artic vixen left Carel with a dignified strut. The coyote instinctively followed her with his eyes out of caution and desire. He knew he should be on guard, but he couldn’t help it after being teased like that.

         He paid for his mistakes when a pair of paws squished his dick from above, catching his attention. His eyes shifted to his privates as he saw those same paws colored in tan fur squishing his member and teasing him with wiggling of their white toes. He grunted as he lifted his vision and saw Alinta, using the ashiatsu bars to suspend herself in the air and looking smug about it.

        “What’s up, Carel?” Alinta teased as her paws moved up and down. “Are you ready for the training?”

         “How is this gonna train me to be a better fighter?” Carel stared at her paws and then at her.

        “Well, it’s more training for me and my leg muscles,” Alinta snorted. “But I’m sure that getting jerked off by dozens of attractive girls with great paws will help you not to think with your dick so much. Consider this mental training as well.”

        “How is this…?”

      “And one…and two…and three…!” Alinta began her rhythmic chant. Once she started, she never stopped. Her legs moved up and down, pulling his dick with inhuman strength, and even lifting him off the futon a few centimeters.

       This massage is gonna hurt. I hope she doesn’t rip my dick off!

          Alinta did her leg lifts in three sets of ten. Even with the breaks, Carel had to endure her paws yanking his manhood so hard that they lifted his body.

        “And now we go to part two!” Alinta grinned as her paws grabbed his shaft and moved in circular patterns. “And one…and two…and three...and four…I can’t hear you down there, Carel!”

       Carel grit his teeth as the dingo kept her bicycle paw stroke on him. The paws moved forward, then backwards, and then they alternated. One paw moved forward and the other moved backwards and then they moved at opposite directions.

      “All sets are done!” Alinta whooped in triumph as she separated her paws from their improvised work tool and put them back on the futon. “Never thought I’d make a training from pawjobs. Give me a call the next time you want to train.”

        I don’t think I want that kind of training.

         Carel did not focus his eyes on the dingo. He knew she wasn’t coming back, or at least he hoped that she wasn’t coming back. His eyes focused on his sore crotch. It was going to be attacked at any second.

         Where will it be? From above, from below, from the left, or…

        A pair of golden paws tipped with maroon toes caught him by surprise. The right paw slipped past his dick and hooked itself to the right side of it by using a reverse grip with the top of the toes. Meanwhile, the left paw pressed firmly and gently into the left side of his member. He turned his eyes to the right and saw the wild dog Hadith leaning backwards on the right ashiatsu bar.

       “You better not relax, Carel,” Hadith smiled encouragingly. “You have to turn yourself on while you still have more energy.”

         Damn it. Alinta and Hadith are motivational coaches. Of course Hadith was going to get inspired to massage me after seeing Alinta in action. Her massage is gonna be a rough one! And I was just finished from the one Alinta gave me.

        “Get ready,” Hadith smiled passionately as her paws squeezed vertically, the left paw using the paw pads and the right one using the bones and muscles of the paw.

        Her grip was a strong one because of her fused middle digits. They created a toe pad twice as long as the other ones and almost as big as the main paw pad. And her dexterity with the right paw was also admirable. She used the fur of her paw and her toes to stroke him to drive him crazy with pleasure.

        “Now to switch,” she alternated with the paws. “You gotta learn to love the paws as a whole. It’s not just the pads. You gotta love the toes, the heel, the ankle, the arch, and the legs. I got a whole lot I can teach you, Carel.”

       “I don’t think I can learn all that right now,” Carel grunted.

       “Of course not,” Hadith giggled as she stopped. “I still have to share you with my sisters. But I can give you more training if you’re up for it.”

        “Let me show you the fruits of true training!”

       Plumb and petite paws grabbed Carel’s member. The maroon paws were positioned vertically on the shaft with one left paw above the right paw and the upper outer toe of the right toe doing slight taps. Even though it was his first time receiving this treatment, Carel recognized the familiar treatment of tanuki toes taunting him with pressure points.

       “Uwaki,” he groaned. “What are you gonna do to me?”

      “Apply some pressure points,” Uwaki winked at him. “You’re going to blow anyway so you need a suppressor every once in a while. Pay attention to my paws and you’ll notice.”

      Having no other choice, Carel focused on his groin. Uwaki was not using the ashiatsu bars for balance, so she was using her legs to pump him with her paws. For each pump, her outer toe poked him at a lower point of his shaft. Each poke was mild, but the sensation they caused spread with as they progressed. She poked him with the other paw after about ten pokes. He started to feel something akin to lethargy and pleasure in his groin. The process of pumping and poking repeated. After the series of pokes were done in that session, only the lethargy remained.

         What’s this? I’m still erect. But I’m also relaxed. I don’t know how to feel about this sensation.

      “That’s enough for now,” Uwaki smiled as she hopped away from Carel. “He’s ready for more play time. Claim him now before somebody makes him cum.”

     “Dibs!” Festa grabbed Uwaki by the waist, respectfully put her aside, grabbed the ashiatsu bars, and then did her pawjob massage on him.

      “That was fast!” Carel yelped as the maned wolf started her assault.  Her reddish-orange paws jerked him vertically with her toes curling and splaying to a rhythm from the bells of her anklets.

      “I’ve always wanted to try something like this,” Festa grinned as she used a samba rhythm to stimulate the coyote. “Do you like it? Maybe we can try some salsa?”

      “I’d like to stay with samba for the time being,” Carel curled his hands into fists. “I don’t think I can take your paws rubbing me with every dance style you have.”

      “Fine,” Festa rolled her eyes and then groaned. “Now that I think about it, this music choice doesn’t fit with my massage style. It’s actually killing my mood too. How about I give you a pawjob massage on a different time with my own personal track?”

       “Yes!” Carel yelled.

      “It’s a date!” Festa whooped as she did a toe splay and curl and then let Carel go.

        I think I lost count of the girls who are gonna pawjob me after this punishment is over. I’m gonna have my calendar busy after this.

          STOMP!

         His dick was suddenly flattened against his pelvis by a pair of small paws. It was the first time his member was in a horizontal position as he watched his new masseuse thread on it. She had straw colored paws and she was very light as she stood on top of his most delicate body part without hurting him. Her paws were also covered in bath salts, which gave him the hint of her true identity.

       “Are you enjoying yourself, Carel?” Alrami asked. The fennec vixen was so small that she didn’t need to balance on the ashiatsu bars. She could just casually walk on top of her clients with no issue.

       “Your paws on my dick feel great under normal circumstances,” Carel smiled at Alrami, thankful that she wasn’t one of her larger compatriots using their larger body weight on him. “That being said, your bath salts on my dick do leave something to be desired.”

        Alrami had soft paws and her petite frame made standing with her whole body a pleasant experience. However, having salt poured in the pink flesh of his already raw dick made what should have been a pleasant massage into a nightmare.

        “Are you sure?” Alrami asked, her paws stepping sideways and upwards, trying to find a way to soothe him without literally rubbing salt on him.

        “Yes,” Carel grunted.

        “I guess I miscalculated,” Alrami sighed. “Well, you learn something new every day by making mistakes. I’ll refrain from using my bath salts when doing a pawjob.”

        “Duly noted,” Carel smiled as Alrami got out, happy that most of the girls had been finished with him.

         Twelve of them are done. Nine more are left. Let’s do this. I can endure.

       “You don’t mind if I try out next, Carel?” Marina asked.

       Damn it! Why did my next masseuse have to be the other one who uses salt baths right after the last one was finished with me?

       “Sure,” Carel grinned nervously at the island vixen. He couldn’t refuse her after she was the nicest vixen of her group in massaging him.

       “Don’t worry,” Marina assured him. “I heard your criticism with Alrami and I poured water on my paws to wash off the salt. It should be mostly gone.”

         He appreciated her sand colored paws using a reverse grip. They were wet and a bit cold, but there was still some salt in them. Fortunately, the reverse grip meant that one of the two paws stroke him with the toes rather than with the pads covered with salt.

       “That feels nice,” Carel stated. It was a half lie as the little salt that remained in one paw gave him a prickling sensation. But it was more bearable thanks to the cold soothing feeling of her wet paws.

       Oh, those wave like movements of hers drive me crazy. She was definitely a surfer.

        One paw curled the dick inward and the other stroke. Between the water and salt, Carel felt his erection decrease a bit, a sensation he appreciated a for a while.

        “Thank you, Marina,” he sighed, hoping that she didn’t realize anything.

        “You’re welcome, Carel,” Marina giggled. “Let me know if you need my help with something else.”

          “I’ll let you know,” Carel promised as he watched Marina talk with her masseuse sisters. He felt a bit of relief in watching one of his favorite workers have fun with her friends.

        The relief didn’t last when a pair of long gray legs came out from his left side, grabbed him by the dick, and started pumping. The pumping motion was so strong that Carel felt his body twist to the side. He was now staring at Zefeni giving him a long legged pawjob.

        “Hello, Carel,” Zefeni laid on the bed with her hand on her cheek. “I copied this technique by watching bats catch their prey.

         “I can see what you’re doing there,” Carel bit his lips as he watched the bat eared fox pump with splayed toes. “But I thought that you used your toes for ear massages.”

         “I use my sense of touch to give massages,” Zefeni boasted. “It’s the hairs of my fur that give me this ability. I am not limited to my toes.”

         But she’s limited by practice.

         Zefeni was great. But he could see that this was the first time she was trying this pawjob technique or that she had only used it few times. He could figure that out because she was yanking too hard. She was supposed to torture by teasing not by ripping. He didn’t dare to say that to her face though…not when she had his dick in her paws.

        “Okay, my legs are tired now,” Zefeni groaned as she finally let him go and stood up. “That was kind of fun. First time I ever did a pawjob. I hope you liked it. I’m hanging out with the girls now.”

       And I’m resting my dick here.

        His rest was interrupted by a reverse pawjob. Two black paws with light brow markings grabbed his dick while they were in an upside down position.

        With a grunt, Carel stared forward and noticed Pesca laying on her belly with legs raised backwards to that her paws were pointed at him. In a way, it made it look like the crab-eating vixen was using her paws as fishing rods for his dick.

       “I will take my time with you,” Pesca promised as her paws moved slowly. “So I want you to relax.”

        Alrami and Zefeni were right. She did take my criticism to heart.

        Maybe Pesca was trying to correct her massage skills after receiving a critic detailing her flaws. Maybe a pawjob did allow her to combine her massage and fishing skills in a way that best complemented her abilities. Or maybe it was a combination of both factors. Regardless, the crab eating vixen was acting with a calm and professional behavior unexpected from those who knew her.

       Carel moaned in pleasure. It was relieving to take things at a desired pace. Squish and stroke was the pattern that Pesca chose. She stroked regularly and she squished when she felt a convulsion on the shaft. She brought a sudden stop when she felt something.

      “Why did you stop?” Carel asked desperately.

       “Can’t have you cum before the other ladies have their turn,” Pesca stood up without bothering to look at the coyote. “Remember, we are the boss in this dojo, sir, not you.”

        Carel was speechless. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum after a pawjob like the one she gave him. And then he remembered. This wasn’t’ mutual. Nor was it a service he could decide. This was their decision…and there was nothing he could do about it.

       They decide when this starts and ends. Whether I enjoy this or not, it depends on me and my luck.

        His train of thoughts was interrupted when silver paws sandwiched his dick by the middle. One paw was rubbing the top with the sole and pads and the other was using the top of the toes to massage the bottom.

       Might as well see my new torturer.

       His eyes shifted to see Grond grabbing an ashiatsu bar with both arms. The cape vixen was light, but she had strong legs as they rubbed horizontally across his length.

      “How am I doing?” Grond asked expectantly.

      “You’re doing fine,” Carel nodded his head. “You’re a quick learner.”

       “Do you think so or you’re just saying so out of pity?” Grond narrowed her eyes as her paws squished him harder.

       “No!” Carel yelped. “I think you’re a good masseuse. You can even help your fellow miners if that’s allowed in your work.”

       “Thanks,” Grond smiled genuinely. “Maybe I’ll try to work at your gym if I am not satisfied with my other jobs.”

        She excitedly ended the massage and went to talk with her mentor.

        Well, at least I made her happy. Too bad I can’t say the same about me.

       “Hey…”

       Standing in front of him was Sierra. Contrary to their previous encounters, the red wolf looked apologetic. The sight of her sad somehow tugged at Carel’s heartstrings.

       Damn my faint heart! Why do I get soft when I see a sad girl?

      “I want to apologize for how I acted back then,” Sierra sighed as she placed her hands in the ashiatsu bars. “If you don’t want to accept my apology, then accept this compensation.”

       She lifted her body and curled her body to the right. Her right paw hooked around his dick to rub the front with the knuckles of the toes and her left paw rubbed the back with the paw pads.

       He wanted to ask what was wrong with her. Why was she acting so different? But he stopped. This was her decision. He wasn’t going to push unless she decided to open up to him about it. For the time being, he needed to focus on her massage.

       Her paws moved his dick horizontally, spinning it around as they traveled from the top to the base. The centripetal force gave him a warmth and pressure that filled him with vigor.

       I wish I knew more about her. I want to know more about her fighting style. Her massaging technique could be figured by her background or her hobbies. But she’s so secretive. Maybe something bad happened. It may explain her outbursts. I don’t think she’s a bad person, but I think that she was involved with bad people though. I guess that’s why she’s so jumpy.

        “I’m finished,” Sierra stated, finally releasing him. “If you ever want a massage from me, talk to my friends to stage a meeting. I’ll give you a massage and then my phone number so that we can better talk to each other.”

       Did she make peace with me?

       It was so surreal to watch Sierra talk with others after what happened between her and him. He felt like he was in a dream.

       Two grayish brown paws with a cinnamon touch interrupted his train of thought with a reverse pawjob. It was similar to the one Pesca gave him. But this one was more focused on the center and using the toes.

       “Sorry for the surprise visit,” Myrtille apologized as her paws started a vertical stroke, squeeze, circular stroke pattern. “I hope my best friend Sierra didn’t cause you any trouble.”

       “You are best friends with Sierra?” Carel asked incredulously. It was hard to think of them as being that close when the two had opposing personalities.

      “We became friends due to common interests,” the Eastern she-wolf laughed wistfully. “We were closely related wolf species, we practiced Hitsume Ashiatsu, among other stuff.”

      “Does she even like hockey?” Carel asked Myrtille as he stared at her paws. Ice hockey was the extracurricular activity that strengthened her legs for her Hitsume Ashiatsu training.

       “No,” Myrtille sighed in disappointment. “Even if she did, that’s not my place to tell, Carel. You have to learn that by her own volition.”

      “Fair enough,” Carel declared without emotion, feeling revitalized by the massage Myrtille gave him. It wasn’t going to make him cum because she wasn’t using extravagant techniques, but the way her paws slid due to the accumulated precum made it easy to stimulate his dormant member.

      “I think I’ve done my part,” Myrtille smiled approvingly. “You only need to endure three more girls, Carel.”

       Her words filled him with hope. Three more girls jerking him off was something he could endure.

       Bring it on. I am ready for whatever you girls have to throw at me.

        He was surprised by another reverse pawjob. However, this time, the reverse pawjob was done by yellowish red paws stroking him with their edge. It was a simplistic pattern, but it was still relaxing and stimulating.

       I can take it. You can do it, Carel.

       "I like the look on your face,” Esprit smiled approvingly. “I would have brought one of my remedies, but I wanted to test your progress with my bare paws.”

      “How am I doing?” Carel asked the African she-wolf, or at least the paws that were moving up and down.

     “More or less,” Esprit made a gesture with her hand while her paws kept stroking. “I noticed that you endured so far. But you’re also about to pop. Remember, failure to pop before reaching the last one means you might as well not have bothered to take the trial in the first place.”

       “I can take it,” Carel challenged her, enduring how they teased him by alternating between simultaneously stroking him or alternating individual strokes. “I’m about to pop. But it’s just you and two others. I can take a couple of sessions more to reach the end.”

       “That’s the way you’re supposed to talk,” Esprit grinned as she released Carel and turned around. “I think that’s enough for me. I wish you good luck with Anite and Selva in your next trials. You will need it.”

       I only need it with one of them. If I endure it with one of them, then I can freely cum with the other one. The question is who will be my next one.

        TAP! TAP! TAP!

       Carel stared at ochre colored paws walk to him. He recognized the owner of the paws as well as her species.

      “Nice to see you again, Anite,” Carel smiled. “I take it that Selva will be my final masseuse after I solve my issues with you.”

       “If we can solve it without getting you to cum,” Anite challenged.

       Carel braced himself when the Ethiopian she-wolf made her move. She held the ashiatsu bars to lift her body and gripped his shaft with her paws. She used her right paw to focus the squishy pads and the left paw for the grasping toes.

       She went vertical stroke, squish, horizontal stroke, squish, and circular stroke. Carel stared at the movements of her paws and noticed a familiarity with the movements of Nina’s paws during massages and sparring matches, especially the latter.

     Is she doing Taekwondo on my dick?!

        She was. The way Anite moved her paws reminded him of the kicks she and Nina threw at him during their sparring matches at the gym. Anite was throwing weak kicks at his dick!

         If it weren’t for the fact that this is so pleasant, I’d be pissed at Anite for using my manhood as a miniature kicking post.

           Carel bit his lip, hard enough to make him bleed. He wasn’t going to cum. Selva was going to end this when Anite was done with him. So he was going to endure.

         Finish what you started, Carel! Keep holding on!

        “I’m impressed,” Anite grinned as she released her hold. “You got jerked off by twenty girls and you’re still going strong. How are you feeling?”

        “My dick is on fire,” Carel grunted.

        “That’s accumulated pressure,” Selva walked to the pair. “I can help you ease the pain. All I need to do is provide the release that has been eluding you.”

        “Please do,” Carel begged. “I don’t think I can handle more stimulation. Just end it already.”

\tThe short eared dog grabbed the ashiatsu bars to lift her small frame and then started stroking Carel with her paws. It was a unique experience for Carel. Her fur was short, her paw pads were moisturized, she had webbed toes, and the limbs moved with feline grace despite being belonging to a canine.

\tIt took Selva but a few minutes of stroking to finally make Carel cum. A volcano of cum erupted from the repressed cum, making the short eared dog yelp in surprise at the amount of sticky white fluid coming out of him.

\tThe coyote gasped from the climax he received. He wanted to cum more. But the sheer repression he held and the sudden release gave him an unusual sensation of pain and pleasure that put him to sleep. By the time he woke up, he was at the feet of another group of masseuses, ready to deliver their own punishment.

\tI wonder whose paws are gonna torture me this time…
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