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"The Best Way to Relax" - Story by Kaz

Chapter 1: Just Another Workout

The sound of heavy grunting and metal clanging together rang loudly around the long, mirror-filled equipment room. The carpeting was a muted, dull grey with some geometric patterns here and there. Typical fare for such an establishment. The front wall of the room was comprised entirely of floor-length gleaming mirrors, giving sharp reflection to the rest of the room, also giving the illusion that it was bigger than it actually was.

What little amounts of the wallpaper that could be seen were bright teal, a very positive color. One that radiated inspiration. Various exercise equipment filled the center of the massive rectangular room, leg-lift machines, weight beds and treadmills. There was a pathway in between all of the machines and around the borders of the space of course, rows of dumbbells and various sized weights hung on racks around the edge of the room. There were even a few oversized exercise balls in one of the corners.

All in all it was a pretty spotless, organized gym environment. Definitely looked expensive that was for sure. The men using the workout equipment gave off the same vibe. They were no-nonsense muscleheads, very serious about their physique and workout routines. Most had earbuds in, a few were listening to some news broadcast on one of the many HD flatscreen televisions mounted around the walls.

The entire room smelled just how you'd expect it to smell. The sharp onion-laced stench of underarm sweat made up a majority of the odor, though it was laced with starchy male musk as well. The staff of the facility had tried to mask it with air fresheners spaced around the room that sprayed in intervals, but the smell was never going to truly go away. It was one with the equipment room, not something that you could separate from it.

Near the center of the gym occupying one of the machines was a gorgeous stud of a zebra. The equine was absolutely massive and had the toned, rippling physique to back that size up. His striped hide gleamed under the sharp fluorescent lighting of the gym, sweat beading up and rolling down his body. A stern, square jawline gave way to proud bold features, his eyes nestled under thick, perfectly shaped eyebrows. His snout was almost graceful in how it formed from his face. Every line, every curve of his body just seemed perfect. If ever there was a real life Adonis...he might be jealous of this Zebra.

His name was Sam. A regular customer to the gym facilities. He wasn't as much of a musclehead as some of the guys he saw here regularly, though he did take his fitness seriously. He tried to come at least twice a week, and was one of the types that purchased annual memberships to all of the gym's facilities. Showers, Rec. Room, Equipment Room, Sauna and he even got to schedule classes with Yoga instructors three times a month. The perks of using this gym were pretty damn good.

Sam's sweat-drenched tanktop clung to his hide like a sopping wet towel. It was white, but the sheer amount of sweat that the material had absorbed made it difficult to tell he was even wearing the tank anymore. It was translucent, damn near transparent. Below that he was wearing his usual yoga pants, extra tight in all the right places. They were a simple black with a white stripe down the sides, ending at his calves in typical capri-style. Further down he was sporting some stylish type of athletic sneaker, low-top and hugging his ankles just right.

Hell, aside from his sweat-drenched tank and the pouf of wet hair flopping around his face, he could actually be a highly-paid model. Scratch that...even with his hair a sweaty tangled mess he could still be a model. Perhaps a model for men's sporting goods or some such. The zebra had often thought about it. He knew he'd get laid plenty, have a little fan club and rake in the dough...but he also considered that he didn't want to be well-known or famous. He enjoyed his quiet, private life. Sure he loved attention from sluts, whores and servants but on his terms, not theirs.

His pecs flexed as he did another rep with the curling barbells in his hands. He was pumping a good amount of weight in each arm, his triceps were practically on fire. He was surprised he couldn't see smoke coming off of them. Meanwhile, his legs were busy curling the tension-fitted bar of the leg press machine. The zebra was doing his best to get a complete workout. Before the machine, he'd already used the Gym's regulation size basketball court to run a hundred laps. Before that was the push-up and sit-up routine. Squats came first when he got in and changed in the morning. He was proud of his routine, for sure.

The zebra's earbuds were tucked firmly in, specially sized for his over-large equine ears. They were wireless of course, similar to those fancy AirPods that everyone was going crazy for. However, he found them overpriced cheap garbage and preferred a lesser known brand that still produced extremely high quality products to rival the market competitors. He grinned as his music bumped, keeping him on pace with his reps. He was very nearly done with this portion of his workout.

He felt the vibration of his smart watch go off, the zebra glancing down at it while he curled. Some text from one of his fags he kept on retainer. By 'retainer' he obviously meant that he paid them in ounces of ball sweat. He nearly lost his focus as he contemplated how gross his fags could be for him. They were utterly in love with his bodily fluids and it was so disgusting, yet such a turn on. Unfortunately for this particular fag that had texted him mid-workout, he would get no response. The zebra would consider replying when he'd finished his workout.

His feet tapped in time to the beats of his music as he entered his final repetition, pushing himself and feeling the sweat just pour down his face. Another vibration from his watch. God-damnit this bitch didn't know when to chill. He made a mental note to teach some fag a lesson the next time he saw whoever the fuck it was. Honestly he couldn't remember his sluts names anymore. He had too many of them. Most of them knew their place, not to speak unless spoken to and that included texting. This one apparently didn't.

Finishing up his repetition, the zebra grunted and set down his weights carefully, reaching for his hydroflask. He kept it full of protein shake, another one next to it had some chilled sports hydration drink inside. He was very health conscious, and made sure he got the hydration he needed along with the nutrients and vitamins he was depleting by such rigorous workouts. He tossed his head back and took a mighty swig from the protein shake, blanching a bit at the strong imitation blueberry flavor. That definitely_didn't taste real. No sweat. He'd had worse in his mouth before. No, not _that bad you fags. He just couldn't cook very well and ended up with a lot of burnt food or misprepared meals.

Swapping over to the sports drink with electrolytes, he took a huge swig from that one, craving the refreshing feeling it gave him. He made sure not to have too much though, pulling back and smacking his lips as he capped it. Now he was into the final stretch of his routine for the day. He sighed, standing up and slinging a towel over his shoulder, grabbing his weights in one hand and his flasks in the other.

The last segment of his routine was lunges. He always claimed the same section of the room for his lunges, and the other dudes had long since learned to stay away from him. He didn't take kindly to gawkers or even worse, people who tried to touch him while he was lunging. Once, he'd actually beaned a poor guy in the face with a hydroflask. He hadn't broken anything but the guy had damn sure never bothered the zebra again.

As he readied the weights in his hands and took his stance, his music changed right on cue, signaling the beginning of his final stretch. He kept his form straight through each lunge, going deep into a semi-squat and making sure he held those weights steady. Of course he made this his last exercise because of which parts of his body it seemed to put on display. The squats were similar, but early enough in the day that nobody was around to see it.

See this particular zebra was massive in many different ways. The most obvious being his height and weight class. Less obvious until he did lunges was what he was packing in between his legs. Thank god he always bought high quality yoga pants or they'd be split at the seams by now. His balls were easily the size of grapefruits, even when slightly compressed with his jock and cup, they managed to make an unsightly bulge. Thank god he was lucky enough to have a sheath unlike some equines. He knew some guys who just had...well, horsecock. And it just sort of ran down their legs all the time. He couldn't imagine that...

Bzzrrrrt. Bzrrrrt. Bzrrrrrt. The zebra rolled his eyes as he came up from his last few lunges, grunting and tossing the weights back onto the rack. He always did his lunges right next to the rack he collected his weights from in the morning - it made things that much easier to wrap up. As he toweled off his face and strode towards the door, he grimaced down at his smart watch. So the fag had called him too? Jesus Christ, somebody had better be dead for this dumb slut to be bugging him so much.

He scrolled through his messages on the watch as he pressed through the equipment room door, feeling a vein pulse in his temple as he read what he'd been sent. No, this was no emergency. The bitch was thirsty. Begging for D, and calling him on top of it? He'd claimed via text that it was a butt-dial but Sam knew. He looked up at the contact name and chuckled. 'Slut No. 96'. For now, he'd make the bitch wait a little longer. If he was hungry enough to call after several unanswered texts, Sam had reason to believe the guy would be hanging off of his phone waiting for a text back. Not to mention, the teasing game made Sam very happy indeed... That smirk never left his face as he pushed into the locker room, even starting to whistle a little bit. Yeah, this was the life....

Chapter 2: Hit The Showers

Sam kept up his whistling as he pushed through the locker room, making his way to the row his locker was in. He dropped his flasks onto the long wooden bench between the lockers and put his combo in, popping open his locker and pulling out his gym bag. Now that his workout was all finished, it was time for some grade 'a' relaxation. Hot steamy shower followed by a long rest in the sauna to loosen up those aching muscles of his.

He used the soaked towel to wipe as much of his face as possible, popping open his bag and peeling off his shirt. As it slowly came up over his rippling abs, it made an almost disgusting Velcro-like sound from the soaked material separating from his musky hide. He sweat a lot during his workout days, so he had to keep a special separate water-proof bag on hand to carry his clothes home in. He peeled the dripping tank over his face and stuffed it into the bag, getting a fresh blast of underarm stink and grimacing.

He dropped the bag on the bench and bent down, grabbing the waistband of his yoga pants and pulling them down In one fluid motion. It felt like heaven the moment his jock-clad groin was allowed a bit of breathing room. He was so sweaty down there that it was actually beginning to run down his legs in thick rivulets of greasy beads. He screwed up his eyes as the vinegar-tinged stink flooded his sensitive nose. Yeah, he knew a few sluts who'd pay for this shit...

Tossing his yoga pants in the bag he plopped his bare ass down on the bench, immediately feeling it slide a bit due to the copious amount of ass sweat clinging between his cheeks. With no fabric to hold it back, it rubbed right onto the surface of the wood veneer bench. He always kept his tail banded tightly, so there was absolutely nothing to catch his ass sweat once the pants were gone.

He bent down and slipped off his shoes, flexing his feet in the rancid socks as the air finally got to them. Fuckin' hell! He always had to wash his shoes when he got home, there was no way they'd survive if he didn't. As it was he had to buy replacement sneakers every couple of months thanks to the strenuous routine he kept. He wrinkled up his nose and tossed the shoes into his bag, gripping his socks and pulling them off, letting out a sigh of relief as he was finally freed to wiggle his feet in the cool air.

As he pushed his socks down into the bag, he grunted, standing up and unclipping his smart watch, placing it gently on the shelf inside his locker. Only one thing to go. He'd learned to be okay with nudity around here, knowing that none of the guys were suicidal enough to try anything after watching his workout. So, he slid the jockstrap down his legs and bent down to scoop it up, his hand feeling about ten degrees hotter from handling the yellowed fabric of the jock.

His huge nuts hung free now, slapping wetly in between his swampy inner thighs, sweat rolling down the leathery sac. Above it, a wrinkled leathery sheath stood proud and fierce, a trail of pubic fur graced his hide above it, creating a sort of 'happy trail' for his sheath. He liked to think of it as a wayfinder for lost devious sluts. Completely nude now, he zipped his gym bag closed and tossed it into the bottom of his locker, snapping it shut and turning to head towards the showers. Each step he took sent his colossal balls swaying to and fro against those thighs. It was almost hypnotic. To some people, he imagined it was very hypnotic.

The door leading to the showers was a hinged swinging door, unlike the rest in the facility which were automatic sliding. He swung it open and grabbed a fresh fluffy towel off of the rack near the door, whistling as he moved past the mirror-framed row of sinks, eyeing the shower stalls. They were all glass-enclosed, the glass being frosted to provide much more privacy and comfort. Not only that, these stalls were extra roomy, definitely big enough for the hulking zebra and possibly even a companion. He'd not done that in a while, though the thought was tantalizing. Too bad for needy Slut No.96 he'd left his watch in his locker.

Entering the stall on the end he clipped the door shut and hung his towel over it, stepping under the pressurized showerhead and cranking on the heat. Steam began billowing into the stall almost immediately as the searing hot water started rinsing away his sweat. He never bothered to use soap for these after workout showers...hell, there was no reason to really, given that his last stop before going home was the sauna. What he did enjoy about them was that the hot water soothed his muscle aches and got most of the sweat off of him.

He stretched out his arms and leaned his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water pour down him, carrying most of his greasy sweat along with it. He kept his legs spread nice and wide, just letting the cascade of hot water rinse in between his genitals and his inner thighs. He shuddered and brought his hand down, running it slowly down his chest to carry any sticky residual sweat downwards, flinging his wrist before resuming his rub-down. He grabbed the center of his sac then as best he could, hefting the massive thing up and turning it upside down a bit, letting the water stream over the underside properly, feeling it run along his taint even.

His fingers slid through his thigh creases, wiping over his taint and even his puffy donut, wiping away every trace of sweat. At this point the steam was so intense that it was threatening to make him start sweating fresh. He chuckled at the thought, hanging his head and letting the water course through his tangled hair, using both hands to run it through, undoing the knots that his rigorous workout had created. Finally, he flung his hair back and rubbed the excess water out of it, feeling thoroughly refreshed.

He let the water course over his body for just a few more minutes however, before finally cranking the shower off, turning to grab his towel from over the door. He wondered how many times the stupid slut had texted him while he was showering. He snickered as he toweled himself off, loving that these towels were the extra thick variety, large enough to dry off a soaking elephant, definitely big enough to accommodate the zebra.

Once out of the shower he made his way carefully through the locker room, leaving wet prints across the tile as he strode back to his locker. The towel was currently slung over his shoulder, fully exposed in the room. Odd, he hadn't heard anybody else come through yet. He figured at least one of those other dudes had to have finished their workout by now. He shrugged as he dried off his hands thoroughly, picking up his smart watch and flicking on the screen. A devilish grin crossed his face.

The 'messages' icon was lit up with not one, not two, but twenty five notifications. The 'call' icon was lit up with two missed called. He opened up the messages and popped open 'Slut No. 96's' conversation, shaking his head and laughing out loud at what he was reading. Jesus Christ, this guy was such a horny bitch. He was debasing himself in a bunch of unanswered texts pleading and begging for some alone time with the zebra. He screenshotted the conversation and saved it, making a mental note to upload that shit to reddit. It amused him, truly.

He contemplated what he should reply to the needy slut. There were only so many things one could say to 'Please daddy rape my guts, I need your alpha seed in my bitch belly...' After thinking a few moments, he finally decided on a reply, tapping away at the keys as carefully as he could. He felt a slight stirring in his sheath at what he was about to send the slut. The message read, "Listen bitch. Don't fuckin' blow my phone up ever again. You need to learn a lesson. Get your ass over here now. If you ain't here in twenty minutes, you'll pay." He tapped 'send' after including the address and where he was in the facility, dropping his watch back into the locker and snapping it shut.

He began whistling to himself again as he wrapped the towel snugly around his waist, making sure it was secure before starting to head towards the Sauna. It was adjacent to the locker room, just opposite the shower. He pushed into the outer lobby for the saunas and looked at the three large rooms. They all looked equally unoccupied. Steam poured into the outer lobby, almost everything in here was drenched. The walls and floor were tile, any other material would've been ruined by water damage long ago.

Sam chose the sauna booth in the center, dead across from the doorway. He whistled a little louder as he made his way into the stone room, immediately feeling the blast of heat as he stepped over the threshold. He stepped around the large coal pit in the middle, securing a nice comfortable seat dead opposite the entrance to the sauna booth, getting himself nice and comfy, spreading his legs. The towel hid most of his masculinity, but due to the angle, anyone walking into the outer lobby would get a full glare at his dangling sweaty balls.

He stopped whistling now and leaned forward, grabbing a nearby pitcher of water that the attendants left in each of these booths. One had to 'start' the sauna back up after so long by adding fresh water to re-steam the coals. Carefully, Sam poured enough of the water over the coals to create a monstrous cloud of steam, almost entirely obscuring himself in it as he leaned back, closing his eyes and grinning. His bitch would find him, if by scent alone.

He heard noises in the locker room outside, ears perking a bit as the laughter and chatter got closer to him. Oh, _now_those muscleheads decide to show up? Right when he was about to get a sauna bootycall? They'd better not say shit. Otherwise he might have more than one slut this afternoon to pump full of his cum.

Just as he expected, the door to the outer lobby pushed open and three beefy muscleheads sauntered in, all of them towel clad. There was a stocky boar, and two bulls. They were laughing about some joke or other they'd heard that afternoon, nodding respectfully to the zebra as they entered his very stall, shutting the door behind them and getting comfy in the sauna. Oh boy, Sam thought....

Chapter 3: Play it Cool

Sam grimaced as he ran over the implications of extra men in the sauna. With what he was planning to do, this could go several different ways, none of which particularly appealed to the zebra. They might beat the fuck out of him for being gay, or worse they might try to join in. As he looked over the robust pig he definitely crossed that possibility out of his 'willing to deal with' mental list. He only really had one course of action, that was to try and build a little rapport with the dudes before his slut showed up.

Sam listened to their conversation, trying to ascertain what it was about and where he might nonchalantly join in. All the while, the steam billowed thicker in the room making everybody stink just a bit more as sweat poured off of the bodybuilders' physiques. The pig gave a hearty chortle, making some comment about his vacation plans for the upcoming winter. That was his ticket in! The zebra's ears perked up and he did his best to act casual.

"Oh yeah? I've been up that way a few times myself. Gotta be the best ski lodge in the whole damn country am I right?" The other three men fell silent for a moment, peering through the fog to size up the guy who'd butted into their conversation. The tension seemed severe to Sam as he nervously waited to get a response. See, when you were a lone dude in a sauna with other dudes who were clearly friends and chatting, you didn't just...insert yourself like that. There were 'dude etiquette' rules that had to be followed. It was sort of like chatting a guy up at the urinals.

Sam could swear time slowed itself down as he tried to stare over inconspicuously at the pig. He could see the greasy flesh simmering in the heat of the sauna. The two bulls were staring over at him with blank looks on their faces. They'd clearly never met this zebra before, and here he was butting right in. Sam swallowed hard as he wondered if they were judging him. Fuck, abort! Abort!

"Yeah, man. Waitresses there are hot as fuck too. Doubt the wife would keep lettin' me go if she knew what kind of services they give up there, ahaha!" The pig snorted as he responded in kind to the zebra butting in, and he breathed a mental sigh of relief at being accepted. Before he knew it, the three of them had readjusted themselves to get closer to the zebra, now occupying the same stretch of benching on the wall. The pig chortled and offered a chubby, sweaty hand in the zebra's general direction, introducing himself. "The name's Terry. I don't think we've met. I see you in here all the damn time though, you must be nuts for workouts!"

Sam took the offered hand with a little reprehension, shaking it and nodding. As he pulled his hand back he wiped it on the front of his towel, adjusting his stance uncomfortably. Thank god none of them were in front of him. He didn't think he wanted three grown men staring at his balls. "Ahaha, yeah. Though it ain't always the weights that bring me here. Wife don't know, but I've got a few sluts on speed dial...one of the best places to meet 'em...I'm Sam by the way!" He was pulling a risky move, offering such covert information to guys he'd literally just met.

Thankfully, Terry laughed and slapped Sam's thigh hard, making the zebra jump a bit as the bulls joined into the laughter. "Attaboy! Got a favorite? What's 'er name?" The bulls hadn't offered their names but they seemed just as much a part of this conversation as Terry and Sam. The question made the zebra seize up a bit. Shit, these guys were all straight and really had wives and girlfriends on the side. Fuck, he hoped to god they weren't homophobic. He might just get the shit beat out of him yet.

"Eh, plenty of bimbos on my list, I don't know any of 'em by name. I just give 'em numbers! My favorite though, he's the biggest fag I've ever met dude. Like, real gross about it too. He'd do anything I told 'im to and love it just the same..." Sam reached back and scratched his head, giving a nervous chuckle as his words settled into the room, and again time seemed to slow as a silence crept in.

Though it might have been all in his mind, he could swear the pig was burning holes into his eye sockets as he stared the zebra down. It was a puzzled look, one of those 'what the fuck did you just say?' looks that usually meant trouble for this sort of conversation. Sam swore he could hear his heart pounding in his chest, sweating bullets until the pig finally gave his thigh another painful slap, rousing laughter going 'round the room.

"Eheheh so yer a man of equal opportunity? Nothin' wrong there. Fags need cock just like the best bitches, right?" Terry leaned back and let out a yawn then, settling back into the bench and closing his eyes. "Fuuuck I could use a good slut right about now, how 'bout you boys?" He elbowed the bulls playfully in the sides, grunting as the heat seemed to increase tenfold in the tiny sauna room.

Sam waited a moment as the bulls quietly agreed with the pig. Now was the time, the perfect opening had presented itself. And in almost perfect timing too. He was sure that his bootycall would be arriving at any second. Then again, his time perception did seem to be a little altered thanks to his nerves in this dangerous environment.

He spoke seriously, the joking tone gone from his voice as he closed his eyes again. "Yeah, yer damn right those fags need cock. Some of 'em need it more than bitches. I got one who blew my phone up all morning while I was tryin' to work out. Gonna teach his slutty ass a lesson. He should be showing up any minute now...I'm sure he wouldn't mind takin' turns if I told 'im too..." He coughed then and tried his damndest not to open his eyes. He wasn't going to give away his level of discomfort. This had to be casual and natural if it was going to work. Thankfully these dudes had turned out in his favor so far, and the conversation had been light, but that could all change in the blink of an eye. One wrong comment or joke and the rapport he seemed to be building with Terry and the bulls would be shattered.

This silence was a bit longer than before. Terry seemed to be weighing his options, deciding how to respond. The chubby male reached down to scratch himself under the towel, grunting as the silence continued. Though it truly was a long silence, Sam's stupid 'slowed time' reflex made it seem doubly long. That and he wasn't looking at the pig so he couldn't see what was going on, if anything. His tension was relieved once again as the beefy porcine spoke, the comedy seemed gone from his tone as well.

"Mmm, right fuckin here? You were gonna bone some fag in the same room as three dudes? Gotta say kid, ya got guts. Fuck it, we'll hang around and see what happens. Just be glad Steve ain't here. He'd haul yer ass outside and send ya to the hospital. Ahahaha!" The pig gave another wheezing laugh as he sat up, looking over at the zebra. Sam's sigh was more audible this time as he took in what the pig was saying. Fuck, that was a close one.

Sam nodded and chortled along with the pig. "Eh, 's all good." Just as the zebra was sitting back and closing his eyes again, the sound of the locker room door sliding open could be heard a few rooms away. Heavy footfalls were making their way towards the sauna, and the zebra's heart began to race. This must be it! Terry and the bulls had fallen back into some lazy conversation about some boring sports team, but Sam couldn't be more focused on the door.

Just as he thought someone was going to enter, the footfalls turned away and left the locker room again. Oh fuck, what if he could hear the other guys in the sauna and turned around to leave? He pondered that possibility for a moment and then realized that wasn't actually plausible. The fag was so hungry for cock he'd been blowing Sam's phone up literally all morning. No way would he pass up the main event, even if other people were around.

The next set of footsteps entering the locker room were definitely his slut's. He could tell by the unsure gait, the tentative shuffling as whoever it was tried to make out where to go. Sam grinned wider and nudged Terry gently. "Ey. Delivery's here." He sat back and put a smug smile on his face, licking his lips and eyeing the door with excitement.

Terry stopped chatting with the bulls to sit up a little straighter, also staring at the door. The footsteps stopped in the outer lobby of the sauna, the door swinging and creaking just a bit as whoever it was stood stock still out there. The sound of fabric hitting the floor could be heard, and then softer, fleshier footsteps came closer to the sauna door. Ooo, the little slut had even stripped before showing up. How nice.

As the door to the sauna opened up, there was such a discharge of billowing steam that none of the men could tell who was in the doorway. Whoever it was had a very small frame and definitely didn't belong in a facility like this with the men like Sam and Terry. The soft footfalls made their way into the sauna, the door sliding shut behind whoever had just entered, the steam slowly dissipating to a normal level, restoring visibility in the dimly-lit room. Sam let out a low whistle, nudging Terry with his elbow.

"Terry, boys. This is 'Slut No. 96'. He's here to learn a lesson isn't he?" Sam's eyes bored into the male's before him, instilling the fear that he knew the bitch thrived on. Eager little nods as the slut fell to his knees, Terry and the bulls letting out a raucous series of laughs. Sam turned to them and then back to his quarry, a tad annoyed that these guys would be here all the way through.

Terry mimed wiping tears from his face and looked down at the kneeling male. "Oh dear god boy, yer a right little faggot aren't ye? Fookin' hell I bet ye'd get hard just from the sight of my nuts!" He chortled and shook his head again, still staring down at the smaller male. At that, the men disrobed and tossed their towels onto the ground, revealing three incredibly sweaty, musky groins at once. Huge sagging nuts hung down below their sheaths, with Terry's being the biggest out of them. They didn't even care about Sam, they were focused on the newcomer now...this would be interesting...

Chapter 4: Dicks Out, All In

The smaller male who'd entered was named Sunny. Not that any of the hulking men in the sauna would've given two fucks. He was lithe and short, much shorter than the beefcakes he was now keeping company with. He was a wingless dragon, most of his body covered in shimmering blue-black deep scales, accented nicely with the radiant gold scales down his chest, belly and groin area. His face was soft, a very submissive set of features on his face.

Down below, he was toting a slightly-below-average package, his balls hanging in a light gold sac that was leathery and tight. Hanging down over his balls was a tapered shaft, ridges up both sides in alternating chevron formations to make for one interesting draconic cock. It was gold at the base, fading gradually to a fleshy pink near the midpoint. His ears were tufted with golden fur, the insides a light golden pink. He was definitely a flamboyantly colored male.

Sunny's eyes widened as the three other males exposed themselves. Sam hadn't said anything about there being other guys in his text. Then again, he really wasn't in a position to complain. He swallowed hard and looked up at the zebra, already feeling himself begin to stiffen from the sweaty reek that was permeating the sauna. It was almost eye-wateringly strong and yet for this dragon it was a drug. One that he intended to overdose on if possible.

Sam laughed and gripped his towel, tugging it off and flinging it aside onto the floor, finally revealing what his bitch had come for. His massive grapefruit balls were big enough to put the pig to shame, churning with need and ready to put out a new load of bitch batter. His wrinkled sweat-caked sheath was twitching, the zebra already having the lewdest thoughts about what was about to happen. He grinned as he sat back and spread his legs wide, hanging his groin over the edge of the bench and turning to Terry, "Ey watch this fag go to town. I don't even have to tell him what to do."

True to his word, he didn't have to say a damn thing to Sunny. As soon as the zebra's legs were spread, he dived in like a homing missile, wrapping his lips around a quarter of one of Sam's nuts, immediately getting a potent mouthful of sweat for his actions. Terry's eyes went wide as he watched how eager Sunny was, letting out a soft 'damn' under his breath as his porcine curly-q cock began to emerge from its sheath, prompting him to rub himself.

Loud noisy slurps echoed around the room as Sunny got to work, drinking down Sam's nut sweat like it was nectar. For him it pretty much was. An eager dragon tongue snaked out underneath the sac and pushed hard against the backside of the sac, spreading the saggy flesh and digging into the crevice between the nuts, right at the back where the sac met the taint. A blast of potent spicy flavor exploded across Sunny's tongue as a reward for this.

Sam's sheath opened like the pearly gates for Sunny, spilling out an ungodly large horsecock. The equine shaft was mottled black and grey, spots of brown dotting up and down the length. An unusually thick medial ring lined the lower middle section of the shaft, almost throbbing as the cock flared to life. Speaking of flares...oh boy did he have a massive flare. It had to be nearly as large around as a dinner plate, easily large enough to do some damage. Soon enough his sweat-slickened cockflesh was resting comfortably atop Sunny's head, dribbling massive bouts of precum down the dragon's back, stringy strands of the stuff lingering to connect his puffy urethra and the dragon's back. Sam shuddered at the treatment to his nuts, thrusting his hips lightly and letting out a heated little moan. He glanced over at Terry with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Told ya, he can't fucking resist..."

Terry had been openly stroking himself for a moment, muttering quietly about what he planned to do to such a cute, eager bitch boy. He jumped a little at being addressed again, laughing and nodding. "Yeah that's fer sure. Why don't ya stuff him already. Fuck it, he don't need lube..." Terry grinned and reached back to high-five one of the bull's, the other bull somehow having brought a phone into the room, holding it up to record what was going on.

Sam liked that idea very much. The idea of his massive flare tearing into the horny dragon bitch would teach him the lesson he needed to learn. He reached down and grabbed the dragon by his ears, yanking the bitch's mouth off his nuts and tugging him upright. "You heard the man, you little fag. You know what you're made for, so fuckin' get to it. Turn the fuck around and be quick about it..."

Sunny blushed bright red and nodded, giving a little squeak at the rough treatment. However, his stiff dribbling dragon cock told the story that he was too meek to say out loud. He loved this and wanted more. He wanted it harder, rougher. Being man handled by these brutes...and the best part was knowing that Sam wasn't doing this because Sunny enjoyed it. Sam wouldn't stop if the dragon asked. Sam was doing this because this was how the zebra was...and that was the biggest turn-on for Sunny.

As soon as the dragon turned around and bent slightly, his thick plump ass was revealed, pointed right at the zebra. At this point sweat was running in thick rivulets between those gorgeous bulbous cheeks. The zebra couldn't help but to reach out and slap a cheek - hard. Now he was a body builder, and had plenty of muscle definition. He could slap pretty fuckin' hard. He grinned as the sweat-slickened slap echoed around the sauna, both cheeks jiggling as Sunny let out a yelp akin to a wounded dog.

"Hey hey bitch. Keep it the fuck down. Can't get us thrown out of here. Ey, Terry! Get the fuck over here and gag the bitch. $10 says you can fit your whole sac in his mouth. Don't worry, he'll be fine..." Sam grunted as he lined his massive flare up with that ass, thrusting forward and jamming the huge thing in between the dragon's cheeks, bumping against the tight, puckering hole. The sweat did most of the work for him, and he knew this was going to be one hell of a good time.

Terry had no problem at all joining in, the hefty pig lumbering over in front of the dragon and plopping down on the bench across from Sam. He seemed to enjoy the idea of manhandling the cute dragon boy, so he did as Sam had, grabbing the dragon by the ears and yanking his head down to his balls. "Hmmph. You heard 'im. Fit the whole damn sac in yer mouth, off ya go..."

Sunny opened his mouth as wide as he could, his jaw cracking from the tension just a bit, the dragon managing to fit one half of the pig's testicle into his mouth. The intense musk he was getting blasted with as his nose pressed up underneath the base of that shaft was enough to make his eyes water for real this time. He closed them and pushed, feeling the pig hold his head and push back, his jaw threatening to get wider still. Fuck, he might end up in some trouble now...

Sam thrust in with no warning, no lube, no preparation and no care for the hungry faggot below him. His cock tore into the bitch's ass with a slurp loud enough to make Terry jump a little. He knew it would hurt, but he didn't care. Instead he gave another powerful slap to that ass, pushing so hard he ended up buried to the hilt in one disgustingly powerful thrust, leaving his huge balls to rub alongside the dragon's nuts teasingly. "Ahhhh FUCK yes slut. Take that massive cock. Bet it fuckin hurts doesn't it? Too bad you can't answer...this is what you were made for fag. You love it...

Sunny's eyes shot wide as he suddenly started slapping at Terry's legs, trying to yank back so he might escape. Unfortunately, tears streaming down the dragon's face did nothing to deter the pig, who used this moment of surprise to shove forward, an incredible pressure in his sac as it compressed just enough to slip into the dragon's mouth, swelling up once the entire sac was inside. Now his sheath was pressed firmly into Sunny's nose as the dragon had no choice but to suckle on the sac, quickly beginning to lose air as Sam started going crazy with his asshole.

The bulge in his abdomen told the whole story as the flared equine shaft destroyed poor Sunny's ass. Meanwhile, the sweaty pair of pig balls were firmly lodged in his mouth, dripping sheer bucketloads of greasy sweat directly into his slutty throat. His ass bouncing from repeated painful slaps given by the firm hand of Sam as he felt the zebra speeding up. He closed his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks, and his cock spasmed into an orgasm, forcing his hole to tighten up like a vice on the medial ring of that horsecock mid-thrust. That was all it took to send Sam over the edge.

The zebra dug in deep and gripped both of Sunny's red-raw cheeks with his hands, squeezing so tight it had to hurt. Meanwhile, the dragon had begun to go slightly blue in the face as his field of vision started to darken. He couldn't breathe, all tied up on those pig balls! The firm chubby hand on his head was keeping him pressed hard into the pig's crotch, while Sam's cock began exploding in Sunny's belly. Spurt after spurt of thick horse cum jettisoned into his guts, immediately giving him an uncomfortable pressure that only got worse as the seconds ticked by. He was surprised Sam had finished so quickly, but hearing another guy degrade the dragon might have had something to do with it...

Terry's eyes went wide as he felt the bitch's body quiver, cum splattering the floor below the dragon as he lost his spunk. Then he crooned as he stared at the dragon's belly, leaning over a bit to watch the horsecock bulge it out. "Jesus Christ man, flood his fag guts..." The dragon's slapping and flailing began to get weaker and weaker as his belly grew taut, a small bulge beginning to form obscuring the shape of the cockhead buried inside as Sam filled him to the brim.

Terry looked down and laughed at the dragon's face going all blue. "Bitch is gonna pass out now...guess I'll have to fuck him unconscious..." At that he felt teeth graze his nuts and let out a little yelp. "Ey be gentle bitch!" He grunted and grabbed the dragon's head, tugging his crotch back with an almighty yank, coincidentally at the same time that Sam yanked out, wet slurps from both ends as fluids poured out of him. "Fuckin hell Sam. We gotta hang out more often, Christ!"