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Thursday I expected to be a day off for me outside of training both my oral skills and the rest of my body. So when I received a text from Evan to meet up after lunch and to wear training gear I didn't know what to expect. I had already done my gym training earlier that day yet here I was expecting further training because of that selfish request I made of Evan so I could smell more of his musk.

Evan turned up in his beat up old toyota less than five minutes after I had finished lunch, dressed in his own training gear. I was more than a little surprised because it looked to be well used. "Um, where are we going?" I ask shortly after we take off.

"Well since you assumed that I was someone who never trained a day in his life I was going to show you what I do to keep so thin."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"You're about to see what I mean. Are your nipple rings still in?" He doesn't wait for me to nod, he just reaches across and gives one of them a tug.

"Y-yes. Nngh! Damn that feels good." I mutter as Evan plays with my nipple before he releases it.

"Take them out and place them in the glovebox. You can put them back in after we're done training. I don't want them getting ripped out."

Evan's explanation leaves me shivering as I imagine that happening. While pulling them out I ask, "Just what is it we're going to be doing for training?"

Evan's only response is to grin as he continues driving to the north side of town.

Getting out when Evan pulls up, I immediately spot a gym which I assume is where we are going only for Evan to pull out a gym bag half the size of himself from the boot of the car and then head in the opposite direction. Confused as I am, I still follow the stag into a building and up a flight of stairs.

I didn't notice any gym signs so I'm still not sure what I'm in for when we reach the top landing. Opening one of the glass doors up top, I'm ushered inside into what I instantly think of as a dojo. The black belt bison who is sweeping frowns as I walk in only to smile as Evan walks in after me. "Ah Evan, you made it. I was half expecting you not to come again tonight. And who is this with you?"

"Hey George, this is my boyfriend Kyle Johnson. Kyle this is Professor George Borgin. He is my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu instructor and you will refer to him as Professor Borgin."

"Nice to meet you Professor Borgin." I say, holding out my paw for the Bison to shake.

Only for him to grip my wrist, curl my paw into a fist and give me a fist bump. "That's how we shake here Kyle." The big slightly chubby Bison says to me before turning and smiling at Evan. "Never thought that you'd have a boyfriend to bring around here. You into football kid?" He then asks me.

"Yeah, NRL." I reply which Professor Borgin smiles at. "Well, we'll add some new ways for you to takedown your opponents that's for sure but don't expect all that muscle to win you matches that easily. Anyway class starts in twenty minutes, as it's your first time I'll let you borrow a gi. That is if I have one in your size." Heading over to a rack Professor Borgin pulls out a set of clothes which he hands to me. "I'll let Evan explain how you put it on. Now off with you."

Sent on our way, Evan escorts me up to the back of the academy where he sets his bag down and undoes it revealing not only his own gi but a whole assortment of pads and gloves too.

"So you really are stronger than I thought you were." I mutter suddenly comprehending that the way he picked me up when he piledrived me wasn't just luck. It was skill.

"You expressed an interest in me training so here we are. At the end of the class we will have five sparring rounds. I'll be your last one of the day if you get that far."

"What do you mean, 'if I get that far'?"

"I mean if you can last your way through the class. Exhaustion is bound to set in at some point. Stamina for football is one thing. Stamina for BJJ is something else. Not to mention you've already trained today."

"I'll be fine."

One hour and a half later and I'm on the ground sweating and panting my guts out as Evan tosses me about like a ragdoll. I don't think I have ever been more mistaken about somebody in my entire life. With a grip like iron, and moves that should come out of a comic book, Evan has me tapping out fifteen times in the space of five minutes.

He's far from the only one. Today I learnt that muscles count for next to nothing when it comes to fighting like this. Sure they help, but solid technique counts for so much more.

With thirty seconds left on the buzzer for the round Evan ties me up with his legs, stretching my arms out above my head with my muzzle right in his crotch. Antlers in the ground, he whispers, "Breathe kitty. You wanted me musky, now breathe."

Oh god... out in public like this and he wants me to... fuck... Well I don't have much choice in the matter as he has me completely pinned and I have no way out of it. So I do just as he ordered and sniff in his earthy scent. Immediately I shiver before letting out a purr that I hope no one hears. Sweat drips onto my nose from his drenched gi making my dick strain in my sheath until I fear I'm going to rip the piercing out.

Evan then twists my wrist at an uncomfortable angle until I tap out again. Right on the buzzer.

A few minutes of speech in a circle ensues after and I am congratulated on my effort tonight before we are bowed out. It's a nice way to finish a truly brutal exercise and one that I have a great deal more respect of Evan now for.

"Might I ask why you never told me you trained in martial arts?" I ask of him as we're getting changed. Well as I strip out of the loaner gi anyway and he starts on his own.

"I like the assumption that I'm some weak herbivore except for those who know me. If we weren't boyfriends I doubt it would have ever come up." Evan explains to me.

"But you're seriously awesome. I mean I couldn't do anything to you."

"Yeah I noticed and you purred when sniffing my junk."

"Crap you noticed that?" I'm horrified to think that maybe he wasn't the only one.

"Course I noticed. You purred against my balls. It felt good. Now usually I'd stay and chat with some of the guys but today I think I'm interested in getting home." Levelling a glare at me, he turns my spine to jelly when he adds, "And you're coming home with me."

"Yes Sir." I excitedly murmur because by his tone I know I'm getting sex out of this. Sore as I may be, I'll never be too sore to have sex with Evan.

Soon as we get back in the car Evan orders me to put my rings back in, which I do. Then he's driving back to his place, yet as excited as he may be he's still sensible on the road.

Passing the trip with little bits of small talk, we arrive back at his place only for him to slam doors on his way to his bedroom. Peter yells out, "Get a room." to Evan who just glares over his shoulder once more sending jets of ice through my veins. How Peter laughs it off is beyond me.

Slamming the door to his room, he bolts it and turns on me with this predatory glint in his eye. "Fuck working out always makes me so horny. Glad I have someone to relieve some of that ache on now." Grinning Evan tackles me onto the bed where I fall like a sack of potatoes. Working his way up my body on his knees, Evan grinds his junk into my chest before resting it all on my chin. "Well, take a whiff bitch."

Don't mind if I do. Craning my neck up, I stick my nose straight into the sweaty fabric of Evan's shorts and take a long winded sniff. Ball sweat coats the inside of my nose, and I lose my mind to the powerful blast of manly musk that emanates from Kyle's nuts.

It's so powerful that my head falls back onto the mattress as I purr in absolute bliss. So zonked out am I that I miss half of the show as Evan stands up above me and removes his shorts and jocks.

I'm entirely unprepared for what comes next as Evan spins about and drops back to his knees above my muzzle. Spinning his torso about, one hand grabs the back of my head before pulling me up as he sits his ass down right atop my nose.

It's like finding Nirvana in Heaven as I go from sniffing ball sweat to huffing ass musk for the first time. If it weren't for the hand holding me in his crack, I think I would have passed out from pure unadulterated bliss as every breath I take presses sweat and musk deeper into my nose. The scent imprints itself on my mind as my new favourite smell so when Evan says, "Get licking slut. I'm too horny to give you a show so enjoy what I'm offering." I stick my tongue into that sweaty and musky place without a second of thought.

It's not my favourite taste. I know that right from the beginning as salty sweat and earthy musk coat my tongue, but the way Evan reacts above me at having my tongue press against his tailhole may very well make it one of them. Arching his back, he growls at the ceiling which I can just make out past his thin tail with his antlers thrown back.

"Don't stop licking. I'll tell you when you're done." Evan growls over his shoulder at me when I pause at seeing him so into a single lick from me. So begins my first attempt at giving a rimjob. "Oh yeah that's the stuff. Really get under my tail bitch. Lick it all clean of my sweat, I know that's what cats like you are good for. You my little sweat rag?" The teases make my pants feel tight as my sheath strains to keep my dick locked up.

Letting go of my head, I get the idea that I'm not to stop as one hand twists my new nipple ring and I yowl into Evan's musky crack. Meanwhile Evan starts pumping away at his long dick as I rim his ass. "Mmm, yeah work that tongue on my ass bitch. Push it in to my tailhole. Get it in deep you dirty musk slut. Oh yeah, that's the spot. Fucking work that prostate kitten. Make me cum just from your dirty sweat lined tongue." I get so much encouragement from his orders of me only to get more from the twists on my nipples. My dick is throbbing in its prison and I'm filled with such need to please my boyfriend that I feel like I might just cum from him treating me like a sweat rag.

I'm so needy that a single touch to my cock would be all it would take, yet none comes and I hate it. Yet at the same time I love the sting of being denied all as Evan takes his pleasure from me.

So when that juicy ass is torn from my face I yowl as if I've had my favourite meal taken away from me. Then it's replaced by dessert as that long cock is pressed between my lips and straight down my aching throat, all as Evan strokes his base. "Sshiit." Evan looks like he's struggling not to scream before I feel that telling throb in my throat. "Swallow bitch."

It's the first time I actually have to swallow as Evan's barely lodged his tip in my throat when his orgasm hits. It feels like gallons of cum is being pumped into me as I work to swallow the treat I'm given only to have some flood my muzzle when I can't keep up with the stag's output.

It's surprisingly the first time I'm actually tasting his cum and like his musk being imprinted on me as my favourite smell, this imprints as my favourite taste.

"P-ppleeasse?" I whine when Evan pulls his dick from my muzzle. "Please let me cum Sir." I beg of him, my cock feeling like it's going to explode. It would only take a single touch, yet my arms are pinned so I have to beg. "Just a touch. I'm so, so close Sir. Please."

"No." It's the single cruellest word I have ever had spoken to me.

The tone of it is also the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life as I mewl in distress.

I'm about to beg again when Evan says, "Don't make me repeat myself Kitten. You will not like what happens if I ever have to repeat a command."

I'm half tempted to take him up on that, yet his tone is so scary that my spine turns to jelly again as I whimper below him.

He holds me like that for another minute before getting off of me and starting up one of his consoles. "Well time for a different sort of game."