"I see," Pip says, smirking. "Still, it’s good that you’re not completely new to this." He regards me with amusement. "But our main goal isn’t muscle relief, it’s stimulation of the limbic and hormonal systems. That’s why we focus so much on the glands."
He pauses for a moment, deliberately letting the words sink in.
"All right. I’ll show you a few techniques you can use on Salt, not only during massage class," Pip adds, looking almost entertained by the idea.
When he steps up to Salt and rubs oil between his hands, I tense immediately.
"Wait. You’re planning to demonstrate this on him?"
Pip raises his eyebrows, gives me an understanding look, then winks.
"If you’d prefer I don’t, we can use a mannequin instead." There is no offense in his tone.
He steps away briefly and returns with a mannequin roughly the size of a human body.
While he is gone, I meet Salt’s gaze. Somehow, I am almost certain that what I just did suits him just fine. It is hard to explain, but I know Salt did not want Pip touching him.
Pip starts by demonstrating a series of techniques for a gentle facial massage. There are not many of those. Then he moves on to the neck, and that is where things get more complicated. Working with the neck glands requires much more caution. You have to know which movements are safe, how much pressure to apply. Pip shows me on the mannequin, and then I take my place at the head of the table and start working on Salt’s neck.
Immediately I can tell that this type of massage has a strong effect on him. Salt’s cheeks turn red, and beneath the towel covering his groin, a distinct bulge forms. Pip seems to notice too, because that irritating smirk returns.
But that’s not the end of it. Next comes the chest massage. Pip shows gentle kneading motions around the mannequin’s nipples. Standing behind Salt’s head, I slide my hands under the towel and copy the movements, feeling how firm and tight his nipples get. Salt’s breathing quickens.
That’s when Pip says, "You know, I should be able to see what you’re doing to tell if it’s correct. It’s a delicate area."
"I don’t want you looking at his body," I growl through clenched teeth.
Pip doesn’t argue. Calmly, he pulls the mannequin closer and says, "All right. Then show me on the mannequin instead. I’ll correct you if needed."
So we continue like that. The simpler parts I do directly on Salt. The more precise techniques I practice on the mannequin first and only then use on Salt, whose cheeks are flushed and whose erection tents the towel hard.
From time to time, Pip steps away to spend a moment with the others, but sooner or later he always comes back to us. I try to stick to the guidelines he gave me, even though it’s not about relaxing deep muscle layers, but more about strongercaresses. My oil-slicked fingers move over Salt’s body in circles and zigzags.
Now and then, I let my attention linger a bit longer on his nipples, but eventually, inevitably, we reach the area near his groin.
Pip approaches us again and gives a brief instruction on how to massage the pubic bone area, and then he says…
"Of course, we encourage this massage session to have a… pleasant ending," he says, giving us a wink.
"I’ll leave you two for a moment of privacy," he adds walking away with that ever-present smirk on his face.
Once I am sure he is no longer anywhere near us, I slide the towel aside. Salt is flushed, his eyelids half-lowered, his cock standing at full attention.
But before I go there, I gently touch his cheek, trail a finger down his neck, almost catching myself doing it in a tender, caressing way, and speak quietly.
"Do you want me to…?"
"You don’t have to," Salt says through clenched teeth.
"And if I want to?"
"If you want to, then you can," he mutters, still through clenched teeth.
His cheeks remain deeply blushed, his entire body warm, almost humming with desire. A single bead of precum forms at the tip of his cock.
Well, even if Salt is too proud to ask for something like this outright, his body makes it very clear that he wants it badly.
I position myself at the level of his hips, take a bit of oil into my hands, and begin to stroke him slowly. I try to keep a hint of a massage-like rhythm, making circular motions around the head, then long, unhurried strokes along the shaft, pressing firmly as I move from base to tip and back again. I can hear Salt’s heart pounding hard in his chest.
