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Nabbed by the Nipples

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Horace had to admit, he rather liked his new nipple piercings. They were a bit odd, true, and he didn't think that Bart had been right about them making him better in the gym, but hey, they looked hot, and that was all that mattered to the skunk.

He looked at himself in the mirror that he'd installed in his locker, chuckling as he turned to the side and flexed. His fur shifted, his pecs lifted, and the piercings themselves felt a bit heavier as he pulled his muscles tight. The barbells were just off-straight, curved to imitate a sagging barbell from too much weight on either side, and it looked hot. Fucking hot. Just like him.

"Hehehe, who's sexy?" Horace muttered. "I'm sexy."

"And obnoxious."

Bart, the squirrel that had convinced him to get this done, was just behind him. The skunk playfully nudged him back with his tail, only for the squirrel to try the same trick. Didn't really work, of course. Despite both of them having approximately the same amount of fluff, the skunk had a whole lot more bulk and muscle behind his fluff, and it meant that it didn't do anything to be pushed around.

"You're just jealous."

"I'm getting a little annoyed with all the posing. Everyone's starting to think that you're showing off for them."

"I'm hot. I got the muscle to show off for everyone."

"Even the other guys?"

"Ain't like they're fucking me, are they?"

Still, Horace shrugged, pulling his gym clothes out of the locker. He pulled the white shirt over his head, dragging it down over his chest. The nipples still made an obvious bulge in them, and he chuckled as he got a good look. It made his chest look all the harder, in his opinion, emphasizing the muscles just under the fabric.

Chicks dig it.

At least, that's what he thought. He hadn't had any of 'em say it at the gym just yet, but he was sure they did.

After a few more minutes of showing off to himself, he shucked off his pants, pulling on a pair of tight gym shorts. By the time that he got around to pulling them on, he was already popping a semi, and had to pause, pulling at his cloth-covered cock and dragging it down.

"The hell, man? Why you fondling yourself?" Bart asked, the squirrel already dressed. "Come on."

"Hey, cool it. Just putting this away."

"How the hell are you hard?"

"Sensitive, man, sensitive."

Bart rolled his eyes, but said no more. After all, what else was there to say?

He'd always had sensitive nipples. It was something that had kept him off the swim team in high school, since every jump and every stretch overhead had meant that he was feeling the water pulling by his chest. It had left him with a boner every time that he reached the other end of the pool, and more than once, he ended up leaving a bit of a splatter mess in the pool. Nobody believed it, not even the swim coach, but he had been benched for that behavior.

The piercings made it worse, honestly, but as long as it didn't get out of control, he was usually fine. Usually.

Long as he had his boner packed down.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

Horace grunted as he felt the barbell pushing down on him, a mix of exhilaration and annoyance rushing through him. The exhilaration was from the fact that he was managing twenty pounds more per rep than he had been for the last four weeks, which was goddamn amazing. His muscles burned, his chest heaved, and his body was utterly soaked with sweat as he pushed himself through it, but he felt goddamn great getting it done.

The annoyance, however, was the fact that his piercings had gotten caught last time that he laid down on the bench press, and every single rep meant that he was pulling on them, and on his nipples, too.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

He gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on the burn in the muscles rather than the tightness in his shorts, but it was harder than he expected. Every time that he breathed in, he felt his cock throbbing forward in his shorts, pushing at them, even lifting the front of his shorts from his waist just a little bit.

"Nnngh...mmmph...three..."

Three down, seven more to go, at the very least. Nine for a proper set, for one that he could count and say that he actually did it with the new weights. His arms went up, and his shirts pulled at the curved barbells on his chest, making his nipples feel like someone was squeezing them, pinching them, pulling them. The feeling went right down to his cock, making it throb, oozing, dripping into his underwear.

"Nnnngh...ah...ah...four..."

The skunk panted, his tail running down over the edge of the bench, resting limply between his feet. His cock felt like this spire between his legs, this embarrassing, dripping show, but he was going to be damned if he didn't finish the set.

"F-five..."

The next push almost made him moan out loud, the sweat-soaked shirt pulling on them almost all the time now, the wet sweat making them feel somehow even more sensitive than usual. His breath came in short gasps, his eyes clenched tightly shut.

Throb, drip, throb, drip went his shaft. It got a moment of relaxation, and he had a half-second to realize just how tight his shorts had gotten, how wet they were with pre-cum, before the barbell went up again.

"Siiiiiiiiiiix...."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was going to cum at this rate, but he couldn't stop. He had to finish the set. Even if he blew his load right here and now, he was going to finish this set.

He was hot.

He was strong.

He was gonna make it.

Down. A moment of relief, his balls churning away. He focused on the burn, on everything but his cock. He gripped the barbell tighter and pushed -

"NNnnnnnnnnnnnngha!"

Seven reps, and he could feel his balls pulling up. He was sweating from head to toe, and no longer just from the fact that he was pushing so much weight up and down, up and down. Horace could feel it running down his forehead, along his chest, over his stomach and between his thighs. Hell, he was sweating from his balls to his taint, and he didn't actually mind the feeling. It distracted him from the nipple piercings caught in his shirt, the tugging and -

"NNNNNGH!"

Eight, and he could feel the shirt twisting, actually feeling almost like two hands gripping his nipples and turning them, twisting them. A bubble of pre-cum pushed through his shorts, the dark stain completely wrapped around his cock. Were people staring at him, now?

They're always staring. I'm hot. I'm used to it.

He was hot. He could do this. He was hot. He liked being stared at.

But for this?

For any reason, he decided. He was fucking hot, he was fucking strong, and he was going to get this.

Nine, and he was all but screaming from the pleasure. It was enough to make him ruin his posture, thrusting his hips upwards, pre-cum all but jetting through his shorts, running down along the outside, a stain that would be impossible to miss. If it wasn't for the fact that he was already red-faced with exertion, the skunk would have come close to fainting right then and there from the urge to blush.

Oh fuck, all eyes were on him now. Horace could feel his cock just about ready to slip out of his shorts, too, fighting to stay inside, fighting against the raw lust that was burning through him.

Just...just three more...

Throwing caution to the winds, and good form, too, he forced himself to do the last three quickly. He grunted as the bar came down, hearing the mutterings around him. So many people staring -

At my muscles. One.

They were chatting, pointing -

At my bulge. No, at my hotness. Two.

They were gasping -

Three.

The skunk gasped for breath as the final push shattered what little self-control that he had left. He almost lost his grip on the barbell as his hips twitched, his cock slipped free, and he came. His groans were beyond anything acceptable from a body-builder in a gym, and he gasped for breath as he sprayed his chest with his load, the thick strings of white seed hitting his chin, then his pecs, and going all the way back down to his stomach. His shirt was completely stained with it, too.

And yet, as he brought the barbell down on the rack again, he grinned. He might have made a fucking mess, but he still fucking did it.

Unfortunately, he had noodle arms now from the weight lifting, and he didn't have the energy to tuck his softening cock away. Awareness of his own embarrassment was probably being held at bay with the massive double-rush of endorphins at that moment, but it would come eventually.

For the moment, though, he was content. Content to lay there, content to be on display, and more than satisfied with his choice.

The End

Summary: A bodybuilder with sensitive nipples makes a mistake.

Tags: M/solo, Public, Exhibitionism, Skunk, Nipple Piercings, Sensitive Nipples, Orgasm, Cum, Cum on Self,