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Getting Ripped

By Duffin Caprous

This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!

Ahh, the gym. The best place to check out the buffs, the twinks, and those who have juuust enough low self esteem to accept assistance from someone like Victor Pokrovsky. The opossum laid on the bench press, wearing his black workout shorts and a white tank top which did nothing to hide the various tattoos which adorned his shoulders and back. The male's arms strained as he lifted the barbell, large weights on either side of it, pushing it up above him while lying back. Sweat had matted down his fur some and he grunted, setting the bar back down.

Breathing a bit heavily, he sat up to look out at the various males and female working out in the gym. He didn't really like the local gyms, preferring the chains, oddly enough. For him, he liked the variety of equipment and also being left alone. Everyone in this local gyms always wanted to chat with him while he worked out or ask him about his routine or offer him steroids. Not that he was against steroids, per se, but he wasn't looking to be a body builder, just keep up his strength and that shit had more side effects than he was willing to risk. Plus, the chains tended to be twenty four hour and none of the local gyms around were.

Rip reached for his water bottle, lifting it up and squeezing it to spray water into his muzzle, drinking it down. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glance of someone and took a look over, a chubby looking mouse quickly looking down, pretending he was futzing with his phone. Rip eyed him over a little, knowing the male was new. He was probably in his mid-twenties, thinking he'd come and get in shape. The dark green basketball shorts and World of Warlocks t-shirt made him chuckle softly. After taking a short break, the opossum laid back on the bench only this time, his legs spread a bit. With his loose shorts, there was no doubt the chubster had a clear view right down them to his crotch. With a grunt, the opossum lowered the bar to his chest and pushed up, every muscle straining again, his thick sheath even jumping slightly. He couldn't see the mouse, but he could sure feel those eyes boring a hole in his junk.

Lifting his head from the bench, the opossum grunted, the bar on his chest, "Kid...come 'ere and gimme a spot," he said, making the mouse jump suddenly in surprise, not quite expecting to be addressed. And the blush on his face confirmed where he'd been staring. Of course, Rip didn't _need_a spot, but....

The mouse jumped up and came over, at least apparently knowing that it meant to be a spotter, "Uh, s-sure..." he said, his voice meek and unsure, paws trying to hold under the bar. Rip grunted and made a show of needing the mouse's help, pushing the bar up and finally seating it in the brackets with a grunt.

"Whew...thanks, kid. Ain't seen you here before. New?" he asked, remaining down on the bench, looking up past the mouse's paunch.

The mouse had a cute little blush on his face, running his fingers through his short, but shaggy headfur, "Yeah, just joined like a week ago...I don't...really know what I'm doing..." he said with a bashful laugh.

After a few moments, Rip pushed himself back to sitting and turned to face the mouse. This time, he eyed the boy up rather openly, looking him over, "Yeah, looks like you need it," he said rather bluntly, causing a blush from the mouse to grow.

Standing up, he pointed to the bench, "Sit."

Before he could reply, the mouse was sitting on the bench, looking a little bit nervous. He next found himself lying on the bench, taking about three quarters of the weight off the bar.

"Awright, so really you should be eating better. You know, give up the Twinkies and shit," Victor told him, the mouse blushing again as the opossum lectured him on his weight, "And you better start running. Or walking, even. But, here, I'll show you something. Now, grab here and here..." he said, grabbing the boy's paws to press them to the perfect position on the bar.

Rip positioned himself behind the bar and guided the mouse to lift it up. He clearly had no strength and struggled with even the little weight on the bar. Of course...it could also be that the much older male was straddling his head, giving the boy an even clearer view up the opossum's shorts.

"Focus!" Rip said, jolting the boy out of his reverie suddenly. He continued the instruction and nodded his head, helping him to do his first bench press, "Good, good...keep it up. Need to see you do five of these, kid."

It certainly seemed as the the heavy mouse was getting the hang of it and Rip nodded his head, knowing the rather musky scent was hitting the boy's nose. Sure enough, he looked over and saw the boy's shorts beginning to tent up. The boy gasped and tried to push the bar back up again as he realized what was happening.

Rip glanced around the mostly deserted gym, one of the perks of working out later at night. He looked down at the struggling mouse, "Come on, chubs, get that bar up just like you're already up somewhere else."

The boy's face was bright red with embarrassment, struggling to push up the bar, "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Come on, kid, let's go. Come on...one more!" Rip grunted, urging the embarrassed mouse. The louder, more authoritative voice caused those shaky paws to push up on the bar, Rip's fingertips just lightly touching the underside, ready to catch it at a moment's notice. The clang of the bar hitting the bracket filled the gym and Rip chuckled softly, giving a smack down to the boy's chest, saying, "Good one, kid. Come on, let's hit the showers."

The boy's arms no doubt felt on fire after doing more work than he ever did playing those silly video games, Victor thought, leading the mouse to the showers. Without an ounce of self consciousness, the opossum tugging his tank top off and tossed the soaked thing into his locker, soon pushing down his shorts, revealing his grey-furred ass and bits. Victor could just feel those eyes staring at him, even hearing a soft little yelp from the mouse.

"What's your name, kid?" Victor asked, causing the mouse to jump.

"Um...Ra...randy," he squeaked out, seeming like he was having trouble keeping the naked male's gaze, wanting so bad to look at his sheath and balls.

"I'm Rip. Best get those clothes off before I just rip them off you. You got about ten seconds," the large marsupial daddy said, causing Randy's eyes to widen.

He wasn't exactly sure what to make of Rip, but the boy seemed as if just the order itself was enough self confidence needed to quickly pull off his shirt and push down his shorts. As he suspected, the mouse wasn't all that big, which suited him fine. Rip wasn't the type of guy to get down and blow a guy, you know? Rather boldly, Victor reached out and grabbed the mouse by the scruff, leading him into a shower stall, turning the water on hot. Randy followed quickly, struggling to kick his shorts off, mffing as the much older male suddenly forced a rough kiss against his muzzle.

It wasn't a loving kiss, for sure, but one to exercise further dominance over the tubby mouse. Rip's tongue pushed past the mouse's lips, causing the boy to whimper softly in excitement, his cock hard as a rock. Rip wasn't too far behind, either, his pink thick opossum cock throbbing up against the mouse's belly. After a few more moments, Rip broke the kiss, fingers tangling into the boy's headfur.

"I'm thinking you best get on your knees now, kid. You've got some work to do thanking me for giving you those tips," Rip told him with a smirk.

This, of course, drew a blush from the boy's cheeks, but he wasted little time in sinking down, getting an eye-to-cock view of the opossum. Rip groaned out as those lips didn't even hesitate before going down on the six inches of his thick pole. He chuckled, seeing the eagerness of the boy, not even seeming daunted by his rather thick length. He did have trouble getting a lot of it in his muzzle, but at least he was trying.

"Rrrr...lemme help you with this, too, boy.." Rip said before pressing both paws to the mouse's head, a sharp thrust forcing the entire thing into that chubby muzzle. Randy's paws quickly came up to press instinctively at Rip's hips, the opossum grinding those hips against his nose, again asserting his dominance over the kid. He felt the boy's throat gagging around his length, making the older male groan softly.

He drew his hips back, letting the boy gasp for air, one paw gripping at the base and whacking Randy in the nose with it. Rip looked down at the submissive-looking mouse and chuckled, "Ain't got any rubbers, but I think you want this up your fat ass, don't you, kid?" The deep blush revealed the answer without the mouse having to even reply. With a rough tug of the mouse's headfur, he pulled him up, pressing him up against the wall.

"B...but, wait, I...I don't know, it's...my...my boyfriend and I said we have to use..." Randy began to say, only to be cut off by the muscular opossum pressing up against him from behind.

Rip smirked as the water sprayed down onto them, not caring if the boy was with someone or if they were open or closed. He wanted to get off, so the opossum hawking some saliva lewdly into his paw. The mouse moaned suddenly as the slickened middle finger pushed up his asshole roughly, "Like he'd fucking know. Better decide, boy. You tell me no and we're done."

Rip knew exactly what he was doing and the indecisive mouse suddenly moaned as that finger found the boy's prostate, rubbing firmly at it, sending rather intense shocks of pleasure. If the water wasn't instantly washing it away, a string of precum would already be dribbling down the boy's small balls. With a whimper, the mouse suddenly moaned, "F...f-fine, please, j...just...pull out before...before..."

After a winning grin, Rip replied, "Sure, kid," and within moments, finger was replaced by fat cock. Randy squealed out at the pain of being suddenly penetrated in the shower, the spit only doing so much to lube him up. Rip didn't know what species the kid's boyfriend was, but he figured he most be on the small side, too, from how tight the mouse was. He groaned, teeth suddenly biting down on the scruff of the mouse's neck as those hips slammed forward with a wet slap, forcing all that cock into the boy.

There was little time wasted, the opossum drawing back and thrusting back into the tight warm ass in front of him, his heavy balls slapping those chubby thighs as the mouse cried out. Virgins were quite enjoyable, but sometimes you wanted someone who could take a dick and this kid was at least experienced in doing so with how well he was accommodating Rip's.

The opossum released the grip on Randy's scruff, "Fuuuck...damn, kid...you step out on the boyfriend a lot?" Rip asked while fucking the mouse in the shower, making Randy blush deeply.

Through whimpery little moans, Randy replied, "I...uhn...I-I...we have an open...o-open..." he said, moaning out louder as the opossum's hips began to fuck him faster, driving that thick almost soda can-like shaft into his ass.

"Oh yeah? Not lying to me are ya, boy?" Rip asked with a little growl, the opossum always having a sixth sense for lying and he was right in this case, too.

With a smack to that chubby ass, Randy cried out, "Ah! Ok...okay, we don't, pl...please, just don't s-stop!"

Rip growled, his arms wrapping around the boy's waist, pounding away at him roughly, Randy's fingers curled as he tried to grip at the wall, "Thought I wouldn't fuck this fat ass if I thought you had a boyfriend, did ya? Fuck...makes no matter to me, but I don't abide people lyin' to me, so..."

Rip left it lying there, those hips suddenly speeding up, making Randy wail out, feeling the growing sensation deep in his belly. The rough thrusts brought the mouse up on his toes as Rip once again sank his blunt teeth into the mouse's scruff, growling dominantly as he fucks his way toward an orgasm.

"U-uhn...uhn....w..wait, are...you saaaaaaaaid--" the boy started to ask, but soon enough, his arms wrapped tightly around the chubby belly of the mouse and with a rough final thrust, he sank all six inches into the boy's ass, firing off rope after rope of his potent spunk.

Randy squirmed in the firm grip, feeling that thick cock throbbing in his hole, dumping its load into him, knowing nothing about the stranger suddenly cumming inside his ass. With a grunt, Rip pulled out of him slowly after finishing up, "Shiiiit. Yeah, I said, but then you fibbed. Gotta teach you a lesson about fibbing."

Looking down, Rip chuckled, seeing his cum oozing from the boy's ass. Randy was blushing intensely, quickly turning to face Rip, saying, "Oh...oh my god, he's gonna kill me!"

Rip reached up to firmly grip at Randy's muzzle, looking at him, "Kid, be a man. You clearly want to fuck other people. Tell him that. He don't like it, then maybe he ain't the guy for you."

The mouse's heart was clearly trying to beat out of his chest as the opossum lectured him further like a father. Soon those fingers released his muzzle and Rip left the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. Randy also nervously left the shower after a few minutes after thinking over his words, looking at Rip's back.

"What's...Satan's Servants?" he asked curiously, seemingly out of nowhere.

Rip was at his locker, pulling a pair of white boxers on. He seemed to stop a moment, glancing over, "Pretty nosy there, kid."

Randy's tail stood up on end, the opossum's voice a little bit deeper, more...dangerous, "I...I'm sorry! I just...your tattoo, it...I'm sorry, nevermind..." the mouse said, words tumbling out as he quickly went to his locker to try to get his clothes on quickly as well after drying off.

Emblazoned across his back, a pair of black words in stylized lettering said 'Satan's Servants'. The words were positioned in a way to appear to be resting on a pile of skulls. Along the opossum's left shoulder was a large image of a grim reaper figure holding a scythe, it's head that of an opossum skull. His right shoulder displayed a Leather Pride flag, with black and blue alternative stripes, a red heart in the upper left of it. And just below the flag, a black coiled up bullwhip had been tattooed just above his elbow. It appears to wind around his bicep, the handle sticking up right below the flag.

"Just something from the past, ain't nothing you need to worry about," Rip said, finally, pulling up his blue jeans, buttoning them up and pulling on a plain black t-shirt. Pulling out his wallet, he tossed a business card to Randy, who looked down as it landed on the pile of the mouse's clothing, "Gimme a call sometime, kid, wouldn't mind tapping that fat ass again."

Randy looked down at the business card. Rip's name was listed at the top, his title showing as Motorcycle Mechanic for a place called Rev It Up. The address to the place along with the business and Victor's cell number showed as well. The mouse looked up with a bit of a blush, "Um, s...sure, uh...I will!"

Victor nodded his head, pulling on a black leather jacket and finally lifting a motorcycle helmet from his locker, slamming it shut. He regarded the mouse once more, "See you round, chubs," he said, before pushing the locker room door open, and leaving. A few minutes later, Randy could hear the revving of a motorcycle before it sped off.