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Another quiet night at Atari's Gym. The wide swinging doors to the hallways leading into the various areas of the gym hung still and closed, muffling somewhat the grunts of exertion emanating from the free weights room. Past the plain white walls decorated with motivational posters or occasionally hung with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, around the various benches and racks of weights, a tall and muscular white tiger pumped his arms steadily, rocking a fantastic amount of weight up and down in steady rhythm. His barrel chest stretched outwards with every deep breath, causing the thin cotton to form tiny tears around the biceps and neckline. Black gym trunks clung to his beefy thighs and outlined his considerable maleness as he finished out the set, struggling only a little on the last few reps.

Atari racked the weights and sat up, palms on his knees, breathing hard. He leaned up straight after a few moments and stretched his arms over his head, then stood and headed for the leg machine in the main room. The faint ring of the front counter bell caught his attention, however, and he detoured through the empty gym to the front desk.

Jeremy stared at the huge white tiger from the moment he appeared in the doorway, one big paw shoving the hinged frame out of the way to make room for the rest of his muscular figure. Still panting hard, Atari was a sight. Jeremy, standing a good foot shorter, couldn't help but watch as the bigger male trotted over behind the counter; the sharp-eyed ferret licked his lips as he watched the tiger's heavy bulge bounce across his thighs.

Atari leaned over the counter on his elbows, looking down the bridge of his muzzle at the ferret, who had pale tan, nearly cream-colored fur under his chin, but a rich coat of dark brown spreading over his face and down the back of his neck. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black hoody. Jeremy set his gym bag on the floor next to his feet and stepped in closer to avoid displaying the sudden erection that jumped up in his pants at the sight - and smell - of the feline.

"Help you?" Atari asked, tail flicking behind him. He still wanted to get the leg machine.

"Yeah, I was hoping to sign up for a month," the ferret said, reaching for his wallet.

"Fill this out," Atari said. The tiger reached below the desk and withdrew a piece of paper and a pen, which he slid across the counter to the other male.

Jeremy nodded and wrote in his name carefully, filling in the details as the tiger watched. Atari wrinkled his nose once or twice, but the feline could scent the ferret's arousal easily. Rather than give anything away, he waited for the ferret to finish filling out the form.

"I'm Atari. I own the place, so I'll give you a tour of the place before we finish the paperwork," Atari said. "You can start your workout and I'll have your card ready when you're done."

"Sounds good," Jeremy said, following the tiger's invitation. He followed the large feline through the gym, nodding and okaying as Atari pointed out the various rooms and equipment. In truth, the ferret couldn't stop staring at the tiger's wonderfully muscular body and fantasizing about what the big male looked like in the buff. Jeremy had managed to discreetly adjust himself so he wasn't quite tenting his jeans so badly, though he kept his gym bag across his front side to avoid embarrassment.

"Through here's the free weights," Atari said, swinging open the door. "You work with weights much?"

Jeremy shook his head. The ferret was lean and tall, more of a runner than a lifter. "No, I usually work on cardio and some weight machines," he said. "Used to be a swimmer. You have a pool?"

It was the tiger's turn to shake his head. "No, but we do have one of those lap pools, some hot tubs, and a sauna or two," he said. "They're over on the other side of the building."

Jeremy didn't answer, so Atari turned around only to catch the ferret staring at his rump and hips, muzzle slightly open. The tiger smirked as Jeremy jerked back to reality and hugged his gym bag more tightly to his crotch.

"Uh... sorry," he said, trying not to blush.

The muscular feline smiled and let the door swing closed behind him. "Enjoying the tour?" he asked, tail swaying idly behind his legs.

"Yeah, yeah... it's a great gym," Jeremy said.

Atari let out a purr and advanced on the ferret, who backed up against the mirrored wall behind him, to the side of the door, until his back was flat to the cool glass. The tiger's large palms spread across the glass to either side of the ferret's head. Jeremy shivered as he felt the tiger's warm breath on his face and peeked down at the feline's crotch. The bulge strained outwards against the tiger's gym trunks so enticingly. Jeremy let out a small moan.

"Course, it looks like you might be interested in something besides working out right now."

Atari's purrs rumbled through the air as he slid one paw down the back of Jeremy's head and pushed him to his knees. The ferret went willingly, eyes widening the closer he got to the huge tiger's impressive bulge. As for the feline, he was determined to get his leg workout in one way or another. His knees bent and his hips pushed forward, rudely sliding the thick, jiggling sheath in his shorts across the ferret's pointed muzzle. It helped that the tiger's paw was still wrapped around the back of Jeremy's skull, giving the brown- and tan-furred male little choice, not that he'd have chosen differently in any case. The ferret's moans and squeaks drifted up to the tiger's ears, so he pressed forward and held himself there until his sheath throbbed four or five times against the smaller male's cheeks.

"You're not even hard," Jeremy gasped, finally lifting his paws to gingerly squeeze at the tiger's cloth-wrapped maleness.

Atari grinned and bowed his head, watching as the ferret's paws reached up to tug at the waistband to his shorts, eventually pulling them out and down, down, down. Jeremy's cock ached as he watched every inch of revealed sheath fall loosely from the tiger's hips, held to his lower belly by a thin strip of white-furred flesh. The ferret had to nearly pull the shorts down to the tiger's knees to get them under the swollen white orbs hanging from the fat sheath. The shorts snugged in against Atari's muscular thighs, between the muscular legs and the heavy balls.

The masculine stink of the tiger, especially coming off a long workout, hit Jeremy full in the face. The ferret moaned, nostrils wide and twitching as the pheromone-laced scent invaded his brain, leaving him unable to concentrate on much but the tiger's meaty package. Brown-furred fingers swept across the smooth fur, squeezing at the meat hiding inside, urging out several thick inches of dark, ebony shaft: first the broad head, glistening and smooth, then the impossibly thick stalk, rising upwards in a never-ending arc. Jeremy's fingers played across the length the whole while, both paws barely able to wrap fully around the girth halfway to full erection. The ferret's nose bumped into the base of the sheath, forehead against the stalk, so that it draped over the top and backside of his head. The ferret's rear end wriggled, tail twitching with eagerness, as he felt a few warm drops of pre-cum dripping against the back of his neck, soaking into the fur under his hoodie.

Two massive white paws swept down, one squeezing around the back of the ferret's head, the other gripping the base of that ungodly thickness. Jeremy's eyes widened as he opened his muzzle. The paw on the back of his head pushed him forward roughly, popping the tip of the thick shaft past his lips with little trouble. Jeremy closed his eyes when he felt the tip grind against his throat and groaned with lust. The taste was just as masculine, sweaty, salty as he'd imagined.

Atari grinned and leaned back, watching in the mirror as the ferret's hips danced, body straightening out, leaning into the tiger's downward-pointing cock. The tiger pushed forward, roughly shoving a few more inches into the ferret's muzzle, stuffing his cheeks full. The smaller male's throat didn't quite yield, so Atari paused and pulled his hips back. His thighs strained as he shoved forward again, then again and again. Both paws wrapped around the ferret's head, taking full control as his thickness expanded to its full length and girth. Jeremy's paws wrapped around the base, pushing the tiger's sheath down, but the ferret's fingers couldn't connect as the huge pole throbbed against his palms.

The tiger kept up his steady rhythm, expertly abusing the eager ferret's throat, getting it to open just a fraction with each crushing thrust. Jeremy, for his part, was already soaking his underwear with pre-cum. His paws groped at the tiger's fat balls, palming each of them. He couldn't see them, but they felt massive as they draped into his paws, sliding between his fingers, easily as big around at this point as large cantaloupes. He gurgled for breath when he could, especially once the tiger's thickness jerked against his tongue, spurting out even larger bursts of salty pre-cum to the point it ran out of his nose, the corners of his muzzle, soaking into his chin. A few wet strands waggled back and forth, hanging from the tuft of fur under his lips, before flying off and splattering against the front of his hoody. The tiger's paws kept their firm grip up as the huge male worked his cock deeper, stretching Jeremy's throat to the fullest, cutting off his breath each time.

"Come on," Atari grunted out, biceps straining. "Swallow it all... you can... nngggg... do it!"

The ferret's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his arms and legs went limp as the tiger's powerful hips drove his cock deeper yet. Jeremy's throat bulged obscenely as the tiger's girth stretched deeper and deeper. Only a few huge inches remained to go and the tiger's fingers squeezed roughly as he forced them down. The hardest part was the tiger's fat urethra; it could only squeeze against the ferret's lips so much before the flow of pre-cum would get cut off, leading to a severe backup. Atari had to pull back, splattering the ferret's throat and muzzle with pints of clear seed, and give him a moment to choke it all down without ever pulling his cock more than halfway out. Then the muscular white feline would pump his hips in just as rough as before, driving his pole deep, forcing the gagging ferret to swallow every inch. Jeremy couldn't remember ever being pounded so hard. He could feel every vein on the tiger's meat throbbing deep in his throat. Cum spit from his nostrils as he struggled for breath, but there was no denying the ache in his balls. He wanted this tiger. He needed this tiger.

Atari's eyes closed as he felt the ferret's paws wrap around his testicles and squeeze, pulling at the same time. The muscular white tiger let out a roar and ground his hips in deep, forcing each and every inch down the willing ferret's engorged throat. Powerful thighs straining, fingers digging into the ferret's soft fur, the tiger pumped away, thrusting in hard and deep, dragging the ferret's head back and forth as much as he drove his own hips in and out. Jeremy wrapped his arms around the tiger's thighs, struggling to hold on as the bigger male handled him roughly.

How long did it go on like that? Jeremy couldn't tell. Cum was in his eyes, coating his face, running down his chin and neck, soaking the front of his hoody. His pants were wet in a large circle from his own emissions, not to mention the growing pool of pre-cum between the kneeling ferret's knees as more of the tiger's seed ran down his length, his sheath, dripping from the tuft of white fur at the end of his low-hanging sac. Minutes passed by as the insatiable tiger's steel pole jammed into the ferret's throat over and over and over. The tiger varied his stroke, sometimes pulling out until only his tip was between Jeremy's stretched lips, sometimes holding his cock in deep and hilt-fucking the poor ferret's muzzle. No matter what the tiger was doing, Jeremy couldn't help but do his best to swallow and stroke and rub the huge feline's monstercock. The masculine scent, the feel of muscles grinding against him, the sheer girth of the maleness claiming his throat... the ferret swallowed hard, over and over, as he came spontaneously in his underwear.

Atari noticed and smiled. The ferret, as far as the tiger could tell, was enjoying himself just as much as he was. Familiar twinges of pleasure echoed up the tiger's spine, signaling an imminent orgasm. The white tiger's hips pulled back, dragging every inch of his beast out of the ferret's gaping throat. As splurts of pre-cum rained down over the panting, wretching, gasping ferret's backside, Atari kept one paw firmly stroking his maleness. His thighs felt good, but he hadn't got quite the workout that he wanted yet.

Reaching down, Atari grabbed the ferret by his black hoody and hauled him upright. He pushed Jeremy against the wall before pulling the hoody off him, then ripping open his jeans and throwing them to the side as well. The ferret's cum-filled underwear dripped as the tiger grasped the smaller male under the armpits. Jeremy leaned forward, groaning as he struggled to catch his breath against the tiger's barrel chest. The thudding rhythm of the excited muscle-tiger's heart drowned out all other noise as he was squished back against the glass.

Atari's fingers tugged Jeremy's underwear down to his thighs, revealing his toned rump. There was little fanfare for what came next: Jeremy, squeaking and moaning, both paws battering at the much larger tiger's pecs; the feline, shoving forward, working his maleness into the ferret's tight hole.

It was a battle the tiger would inevitably win. With a cry, Jeremy felt the tiger open him up. His belly bulged outwards as an incredible amount of maleness filled him in moments, then sawed out and in in rapid succession. Constant streams of thick pre-cum made his tight passage hot and wet, and the tiger's thighs strained as he pumped into the air, leaning forward to keep the ferret's back pinned to the mirror.

The tiger wrapped his large paws around the ferret's hips, lifting him bodily up only to shove him down into each gut-wrenching thrust. The ferret's cock spasmed, spitting seed into the tiger's lush bellyfur. Jeremy clutched at the feline's pecs, nipples, pelt, anything he could get a grip on as the beast fucked him mercilessly, in and out, grinding him wider than he'd ever been before. His back slid up and down against the mirror as, half-clothed, he wriggled and moaned, pushing one paw against his belly so he could feel the serpent writhing inside him, filling his belly with sticky, warm pre-cum.

Atari's twinges of pleasure grew in intensity. He swung around, the ferret hanging from his hips, bouncing over his shaft. Spying a bench, the tiger leaned over it, paws wrapping around Jeremy's biceps and pinning the ferret down against the bench. Straddling the seat, forcing Jeremy's legs even more widely around his hips, the tiger leaned forward and pumped in and out of the ferret rapidly, again and again, as the pressure built in his heavy orbs. The ferret leaned his head up, watching with wide eyes as the thick stalk forced his belly to bulge outwards with every pounding insertion.

Atari suddenly leaned over, arms going around the entire bench. His hips pumped hard, fast, hilting and drawing back only an in inch or two each time. The tiger's muzzle hovered next to Jeremy's, the feline's muzzle baring fangs and growling as an intense orgasm spread through his loins, causing his whole body to shiver. Every muscle tensed, squeezing the air out of Jeremy's lungs as he felt the huge feline twitch with lust.

And then it was upon them: Atari's hips stopped moving and, hips straining to keep himself held deep inside the squirming ferret, he came. Jeremy's paws squeezed into his belly as it fattened in a short time, each massive burst filling his body with creamy tiger spunk. Atari's growls and moans echoed through the air as he kept his flexing, spurting shaft deep inside the squirming male's body. The tiger's muscles rippled and flexed as his churning balls bounced of their own accord with each huge blast of spunk delivered straight to the ferret's insides.

More cum spilled out of the smaller male than stayed in, flooding the floor and dripping from the bench, adding to the overwhelming stench of masculine tiger already present in the weight room. Jeremy's whole body shook and shivered as his cock jerked, a constant orgasm making coherent thought impossible until the tiger's thickness was through plowing him. Atari leaned up after a few minutes, balancing himself on one arm, and grinned down at the ferret beneath him. His large paw closed around Jeremy's good-sized erection, though the pale pink member was nowhere near the tiger's own sizer. A few thrusts and squeezes had the ferret wailing anew, bucking his hips into the tiger's paw as he filled it with another load of ferret cum, albeit not as much as the first half dozen or so orgasms.

Atari grunted, flexing his cock in the ferret's belly a few times, before pulling back, dragging each and every inch free accompanied by Jeremy's delicious moaning. Soon his cock flopped over his thighs, half hard and still dripping thick cum onto the floor. Jeremy remained flat out on the bench, legs falling to either side, arms draped down so his wrists hit the floor. The ferret's chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted, belly jiggling back and forth with every gasping wheeze.

Atari grinned and leaned forward, using a paw to wipe his huge shaft off on the ferret's distended belly, smearing his cum into the smaller male's fur. The scent, Atari knew, wouldn't come out for a few days at least no matter how the ferret scrubbed. Satisfied with his clean-up job, Atari pulled the waistband of his shorts out and fed his semi-chub down into it; the tip poked out of the left leg, near his knee.

"Glad you enjoyed the tour," the tiger said, rumbling under his words. "You wanna sign up for a month, leave a check with your application on the counter up front. Meantime, feel free to use the showers to clean up. I'm gonna finish my workout and then... maybe I'll join you in the locker room."

Jeremy only moaned in response, chest still fluttering. The mere idea of getting another helping of monstercock from the tiger made his erection churn up one more orgasm as his ruined tailhole clenched down on thin air.

Atari licked his lips as he pushed open the swinging doors to the main part of the gym. He was settled on a leg press machine and halfway through his first set before the ferret staggered through the doors, limped across the room holding his belly, and disappeared into the shower room. Atari's ebon shaft throbbed outwards against his shorts, bowing from his hips down to his thighs in a lewd display. His erection firmed up with every rep on the leg press machine, until his stiffness wrapped around his hips, pulling his shorts taut. He pushed the weights up again, but his movements were unfocused and undisciplined.

Eventually the tiger paused and let the weights settle into their resting place and sighed. He sat up and placed his broad feet on the floor before standing up, huge cock swinging and swaying in his gym shorts wildly. A grin spread across his lips as he headed for the locker room. Working out while thinking of the ferret was too difficult. Leg day would just have to wait. Atari stalked towards the locker room, tail lifted behind him, ears swiveling to pick up the faint moans echoing from within.

A growl, a dash through the door, a splash, and a high-pitched squeal, abruptly ended as the tiger's thickness slid back down Jeremy's warm, tight muzzle. The door swung all the way to the other side, briefly hiding and then revealing the tiger at various parts of throatfucking the ferret anew: hilted in the bulging-bellied male, then pulling back to drip cum over his chest and cheeks, only for the door to swing again, showing the tiger's hips driving forward, burying every inch again. As the door settled into place, Atari's paws wrapped around the back of the smaller male's head, forcing him down to the hilt again, so that the tiger's sheath tickled his nostrils.

The tiger shuddered as he forced himself upon the ferret, whose throat swallowed and suckled as best it could around the invading python. Hot water steamed up around them, whisking much of the tiger's gooey emissions down the drains, though the steam amplified his powerful scent.

It was a little over an hour and a half later when Jeremy emerged from the gym. His fur was dry, freshly showered, straining over his inflated stomach, only somewhat hidden by his cum-soaked hoody, the thick rivulets already turning white as they dried out. The ferret held a receipt and a membership card in his paw, gym bag in the other, as he walked unsteadily towards the parking lot.

Inside, the tiger locked the doors and retired to his upstairs office, taking the spiral staircase behind the check-in desk. He relaxed with his feet up on the desk and smiled as he reached casually over to click a few buttons on his laptop. Soon the screen filled with images of the ferret moaning and crying out as the huge feline pounded his rump and throat. Atari smiled and saved the videos to his hard drive, tail twitching happily under the chair.

Another hard day's work was finally finished.