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As Zach pulled into his office parking lot, he was delighted to find his normal spot unoccupied by his new coworker's Jeep. Dan had instead parked one spot over. He had hoped arriving early would allow him to avoid yesterday's parking issue and instead found the wolf had arrived even earlier than him. Zach smiled to himself at the fact Dan elected to park next to 'Zach's spot." After backing into his spot, he looked nervously to his passenger seat to the freshly purchased gym bag before looking down to his stomach. He gave it a poke and pinch before sighing. He hadn't noticed himself gaining weight so quickly after Slade's departure but Garbo's food was delicious and stress drove him to snack constantly. Hopefully with Dan starting he wouldn't be so stressed anymore. With a heavy sigh he exited his car and slammed the door behind him. Alexis looked up from a cup of coffee in surprise when he entered the lobby.

“Zach?! Wow, you're…actually early! In fact, I don't think I've ever seen you here this early, is everything alright?"

“Yes, everything is fine. I'm just trying to get a jump on the day."

“Good on you," she said with a smile. “Your wolf came through here already." She dangled a paper coffee cup daintily between two fingers.

“Don't!" Zach said, sweeping a hand out. “Please don't call him my wolf. His name is Dan and I am just his supervisor." Alexis seemed to bite her tongue between her teeth before clucking. Even she seemed to be able to see what Zach could not, it was the talk of the office. The wolf followed the husky like a shadow, constantly observing the dog. It had been an uncomfortable thing to see at first. At first glance it looked like the wolf was hunting and his resting face was so fierce and intense. No matter how he tried to make it look friendly, hide his teeth, wag his tail, he scared people. It had been Dan's tail that betrayed him though. It swayed happily whenever he was near Zach, particularly when the husky looked at him. When alone or the husky was away, it simply didn't move at all.

“Dan then. As I said, he's already come through here." She sipped from her cup, eyes fluttering closed in a dramatic fashion as she made a delighted little squeak. “And I have to say, he makes an EXCELLENT cup of coffee."

“Is that so?"

“Oh, yes. Very much."

“I'll have to ask him about that. Just how early did he come through here?"

“Maybe five minutes ago, give or take?"

“Huh, okay. Early on the first day. I guess I got lucky with this one, huh?"

“I would say so," Alexis chirped back. Zach presses the button for the elevator as he had time this morning. He stood waiting for only a moment before thinking to hell with it, choosing to take the stairs instead. Starting today, he was going to make an effort not to be so lazy. When he walked into their cubicle, Dan looked up from his monitor and over his glasses.

“Good morning, Sir!" rumbled Dan as he leaned back in his chair.

“Good morning Dan." To Zach's surprise there was a cup of coffee sitting on his desk. He looked across at Dan's desk to find a matching cup and noted that it matched the one Alexis was sipping from when he came in. He pointed at it.

“Did you do this?"

“I did, yes."

“Well… thank you," Zach said as he settled into his chair.

“I guess you got lucky with this one, huh?"

Zach's cheeks were suddenly hot as he looked across to Dan.

“Heard that, did you?"

“Open lobby, empty building, wolf ears. It would be hard not to."

Zach picked up his coffee and sniffed it.

“I wasn't sure what you would want so it's just plain black coffee."

“No, that's perfect, I was going to start cutting out the extras," Zach replied, pinching his 'love handle' and sipping from the cup. He took a sip and was taken aback by the flavor. Zach was unsure whether he wanted to grimace, his expression instead looking like he licked something sour. It made Dan grin as he watched.

“Hot black coffee is an acquired taste, Sir. One that it doesn't appear you have acquired."

“No, I most certainly have not. It's good, it's just, a little strong for me."Dan nodded with appreciation.

“It's sacrilege to most but, I like to drop a few ice cubes in mine. I feel like it makes the coffee more drinkable and allows all the flavors to shine through on their own."

“I might have to try that," Zach said as he logged in. He paused for a moment before rolling around his monitors to look at Dan.

“Dan I … I thought about your offer yesterday. I brought my gym bag with me today. That is, if you still need a spotter."

Dan immediately brightened, lips pulling back in a toothy smile as he positively beamed back at the husky. It took Zach's breath away.

“You did? That's awesome, Sir!" Dan replied, letting out a quiet little howl as his whole body wiggled in tandem with his hidden tail. Dan blanched when he realized his professional mask had slipped, quickly stilling himself back to the reserved wolf he had been projecting since he started. His big hand covered his mouth, hiding his fangs away as he looked out of the cubicle to ensure no one had seen.

“Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to… I just got a little excited."

“I can tell," Zach chucked back. “But it's okay. I'm glad to see you happy, it looks good on you." Dan's only response was the slow 'swish swish swish' of a big tail moving against his chair back as he grinned back at Zach.

At 8:00 on the dot Miles walked past their cubicle on his way to the coffee maker and stopped. He took a step back in their direction and checked his watch before looking up at Zach. Zach's ears felt hot with embarrassment as Miles' eyebrow slowly raised.

“Good morning Zach! Good morning Dan."

“Good morning", they both replied. Zach looked embarrassed, the picture image of a scolded dog. Dan looked between the two before it clicked and then he surreptitiously chose to pick up his cup of coffee, taking a long slow slurp. Miles smiled at the wolf's antics and padded quietly away.

“Sir, care to expl–" began Dan.

“No I don't!" Zach said, hiding behind his monitor.

~~~~~~

As Zach turned off his hatchback, he examined the parking lot of the gym. To call it packed would be an understatement. Dan was once again in just his slacks and an undershirt as he pulled a large duffel from his Jeep. As he shouldered it, Zach looked to his right to see his own gym bag and sighed reluctantly. He had been debating on the merits and methods of how to gracefully back out of this and found his anxiety had been steadily increasing. Despite his deep breathing exercises he found himself curiously craving a burger. He was so lost in thought that he was surprised by the knock on his window.

“Are you alright in there, Sir?" Dan's large head was looming near the window.

“SHIT!" Zach seethed through gritted teeth. His window to leave had disappeared in a flashHe grabbed his bag and opened the door as Dan stepped back.

“Yes, I am fine. I just– didn't realize there would be so many people here. I don't like crowds."

“Understandable and unfortunately relatable, Sir." Dan had sagged a bit, tail stopped wagging behind him and looked ready to tuck between his legs.“If.. if it's too much–" Dan trailed off. This was it, the out Zach had been looking for! He brightened for a moment before realizing how much of an effect it had on Dan to even put that option forward. He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

“No, no!" He sighed, “I'm up for it, I'll get over it. Even if it's very 'people-y' in there."

“It may look busy now, but that's because of the time of day. I promise you, depending on how much cardio you're up for it will clear out soon enough."

Once through the front door, Dan signed Zach in as his guest. The Ram behind the counter kept looking back and forth between the big wolf and the husky, as if worried for the dog. Once Zach had signed in, he reluctantly handed them each a key to a locker. The locker room was surprisingly empty and spacious, several rows for storage with wood benches between them. Dan found the locker matching the tag on his key and inserted it. Once opened he set his bag down on the floor next to the bench behind him and sat on the bench to open his bag. He took out a set specially made tennis shoes and set them aside. Zach mirrored his actions and felt his anxiety begin to spike again.

“Where– are the changing rooms?"

“Changing room, Sir?" Dan echoed back in confusion, looking from Zach to their surroundings. “You're in it!"

“W–what?"

“Yes. This is where we change. Did you not do any athletics in school, Sir?"

“Not really, no." Zach said, turning red once more. It was something that happened more and more now that Dan was around. “I used to jog on campus but never had to use the locker room," he said, motioning to the empty and open room. Dan chuckled as he placed a hand on the husky's shoulder.

“Relax, Sir. You don't have anything I haven't seen before." Zach could feel the warmth of it and bit back a whimper. Dan didn't notice. The wolf continued. “I grew up in a pack home. All the facilities were all like this. I've seen more of my brother, father, and uncles than I ever wanted to see," He said as he removed his undershirt.

“So you just change here? W-where everyone can see?"

“Yes, Sir." Dan said, and unlaced his leather paw shoes and socks. His large foot paws flexed on the ground as he rose to remove his belt from his slacks. He rolled it around his hand, and tucked them into the back of his locker along with his wallet, keys, and phone. Zach felt heat wash into his cheeks as Dan unzipped his slacks, large sheath springing into view and barely contained in his silk underwear. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, and pushed them both items to the floor. Blue eyes dilated as Dan's muscular rear came into profile, his tail raising itself to aid in balance. Acres of beautiful ivory white fur draped over thick quads, strong calves, voluminous glutes, and a thick bushy tail. Dan folded his slacks up and put them in his locker and sat down nude on the bench. Dan then spread his legs to reach down to his gym bag and Zach could not halt the deep and sharp breath as the giant sheath came into view once more, this time without a layer of fabric concealment. Hanging loosely below was a pendulous sack that clung to his inner thigh and spilled over onto the bench. They moved with a vitality all their own as Dan beathed, calming searching his gym bag. Like most canines, the sack was sparsely covered in fur. The underlying flesh was visible, a shade of black that matched Dan's nose rather than the ivory white of his coat. In Zach's estimation, Dan's sheath alone was almost the size and length of his forearm. Dan pulled out a bright red jockstrap and slid his huge paws through the strap one by one, oblivious to Zach's watchful gaze. Then he looked up at Zach suddenly, studying his expression before standing and pulling the jock up. The strap snapped against the bushy pubic fur at his waist and Zach's eyes continued up the trail of thickened fur to the wolf's pecks and perky nipples. A fang peaked out as Dan grinned down at Zach. His large paws reached between his legs to adjust the jock. Dan's manhood was barely contained, the sheath pushing the thin waffle knit into little windows while a single testicle hung heavily outside the fabric in protest. Opposite that testicle, a portion of Dan's sack spilled out the side. Zach could not look away even though he knew the wolf was watching him, those paws pulling fabric into place as he shoehorned his sack into his jock. Zach's face was hot and he found himself panting at the sight, his tongue poking out of his muzzle. The sheath throbbed a bit at the attention and Zach looked up to Dan with a silent whine stuck in his throat.

“Sir, I believe you will find it uncomfortable to exercise in your slacks." Dan said, ignoring both the attention and his growing erection.

“Oh, uh– right. I'll uh– yeah."

Zach looked away and began to quickly strip. Like Dan, he had brought a set of gym shorts, tank top, sneakers, and a jockstrap. However, Zach had been expecting to change in privacy and his face was crimson as the neon blue jock snapped against his waist. It caused his “love handles" to spill over slightly more pronounced than without. The jock was from his college days. His little secret as it were, prancing around campus with the bright strap peaking above his shorts as girls and boys both watched. It had earned him more than a few lays. He was so focused on hiding his blushing face from Dan that he was completely unaware of the amber eyes observing him closely as he dressed. After all, it was only fair after the free show he'd given Zach. His nose twitched, taking in the husky's smell. It stunk of fear but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of arousal. Dan smirked, a fang poking past his lips as he continued to dress himself.

He's adorable when he's embarrassed, Dan thought to himself as he put on his gym shoes.

~~~~~~

As they walked out into the Gym, Zach could not escape the feeling of the eyes on him. The other gym goers were clearly eyeing them but try as he might, he couldn't find anyone who was directly staring. Wait, were they staring at him or was he just caught in the crossfire as they peered at the giant glacier white wolf standing behind him?

“So, what uh— where do we start?"

“We begin with stretches first, followed by cardio, then weights, and ending once again on stretches."

“Oh. Sounds easy enough," said Zach, bobbing his head. A big paw landed on his shoulder and Zach's tail almost tucked on instinct.

“We're about to find out, Sir. This way, please." Dan directed the husky to an open section of the gym floor and began to lead him through stretches.

“Please follow my example. Cross your arms like this and brace with your other like this. You should feel a gentle pull in your shoulder but it shouldn't hurt. Good, now the other. Okay, now spread your legs and reach forward your toes one foot at a time. Like this."

Dan paused a few of his own stretches to correct Zach's posture, invading the husky's personal space to place a paw on his back, or thigh, or side. Twice he caused the husky to tense up as he licked his nose nervously, unused to physical contact as he was. Each time, Dan would quickly withdraw with an apology.b

The treadmills were their first stop, a long line of the machines along the glass windows at the front of the building. Most of them were occupied by various prey species. Actually, that was true of most of the gym Zach realized. Luckily two spots were open toward the far wall as they made their way over. The gazelle next to open spots gave Dan a disgusted look as they walked by before deliberately ignoring them. Dan's expression was a careful mask as he took the machine closest to the wall leaving Zach between himself and the gazelle.

“I assume you know how to use the treadmill?" asked the wolf, looking at Zach with a small smile.

“Seems self explanatory."

“Good, let's start with a 5 minute casual jog to warm up and then we will see if you can keep up."

Within 20 minutes Zach found himself sprinting as fast as he could handle on the treadmill. To his left the gazelle was also pushing herself as she scowled at Dan from the corner of her eye. Looking at the readout of her machine, Zach saw she was easily clipping at a 16 mph pace, exceeding his own 8 mph pace. She was flagging in exhaustion but was trying to make a point in showing just how fast she was. To his right however, Dan was effortlessly thundering along at the same pace as the gazelle. He looked over to Zach and smiled as he pushed the plus button, pushing the pace up to 20 mph. His thighs began to roll out of his muzzle. Dan was reveling in it as sweat soaked through his fur and into his top. That woody wet dog scent Zach had been subject to lately had increased exponentially with the sour notes of perspiration. His nostrils flared, breathing in the scent as it overwhelmed his own as a flush washed over his body and his loins.

How can he run like that, it's unbelievable! Zach thought to himself as he huffed, desperately trying to keep his pace. Zach was pushing himself and nowhere near keeping up with the wolf. As a husky he could run for a long time, but Dan's pace was just unreal. Heavy foot paws thundered through the hollow machine as focused and deliberate breaths left his nostrils. The noise pervaded the room and began to draw the attention of other gym goers as they paused their own sets to watch. Dan's form was mechanically precise, like greased machine parts gracefully moving with mesmerizing speed. Had Dan's fur been black, the husky would have felt like he was running alongside a steam engine, expecting to hear the howl of a whistle any moment. The gazelle was watching in disbelief as she saw the pace Dan was setting. She bleated in annoyance and slammed a paw on the stop button.

“Unbelievable, stupid predator fuck. Can't even fucking run in peace," she fumed as she stormed off. “Scummy fuck, trying to show how fast he run one of us down. And you, hanging out with him. Is the little doggy playing predator?" she asked, pointing at Zach. He panted and gasped for breath as he continued his run, ears flattened as she berated him. Dan was actively ignoring her so Zach did the same until she gave up and walked away. She flipped them the bird the entire way to the locker room. A few other prey animals stopped their machines and left with dirty gazes in their direction. Zach tried to ignore prejudiced outburst, but he had trouble focusing on not tripping on his own feet. Dan took notice and called for a slowdown, then a stop. Zack felt like his legs were jelly.

Neither of them spoke as they wiped down their machines. Dan fidgeted, waiting for the husky to call off their gym session. Many would have done just that and Zach honestly considered it. After he gathered his breath, he decided instead to bump a fist against Dan's shoulder. It didn't move him a single millimeter but it did surprise the big wolf, his muzzle opening in surprise for just a moment.

“What's next?" Zach asked, tail wagging behind him.

“Free weights, Sir." Dan responded, his heart fluttering in his chest. A warm heat crept into his face as he averted his gaze. As they walked Dan explained that it would be easier and more considerate of other gym goers to swap between weight sets at one station rather than both occupying a standard and XL version of the isolated workout machinery. They would be able to focus on form instead as they swapped places on a bench or a rack. They began with dumbbells, Zach lifting fifteen pound weight in bicep curls. Zach marveled as Dan lifted more than three times the weight he could manage. From there they moved onto the squat rack where the trend continued. Dan took a leather belt and wrapped it around Zach's waist, cinching it tight before doing the same to himself. From there he took the empty bar and illustrated how to safely position the weight on his shoulders before imitating a squat, lift, and racking of the weights. Dan began to rack weights on the bar.

“Let's start at 60 pounds. The bar weighs about 50 pounds on its own, so 110 pounds total. A husky such as you should be able to handle that. I'll be right behind you if you need help."

Dan guided Zach into position, once again invading that personal space. Zach lifted the weights and stepped back as instructed. A pair of gentle guiding hands gripped him around the waist and his hackles rose for a moment as a shiver ran down his spine. Dan was close enough that he could feel his breath tickling the back of his neck, thumbs rubbing at his sides. Zach wanted to whine.

“Concentrate on your form. Ready, Sir?" came Dan's calm rumble. Zach nodded silently in a jerky motion. “Down" Dan said, guiding Zach until he was at the correct depth in the squat. “Good. Now back up. Very good. How's the weight feel?"

“It's fine."

“That's one, six more to go. It may not feel like a lot now but it will."

When it came time for Dan's turn, he racked up 400 pounds and effortlessly worked through his sets. Zach hadn't had the courage to place his hands on Dan the way the wolf had with him, but the amber eyes peering over his shoulder seemed to say they wouldn't mind. When Zach removed his belt, he felt like he could barely stand and chose to lean against the machine as his legs shook. Dan reracked the weights for them and wiped everything down.

“ That's the last set, Sir. Excellent work."

“Thank you, Dan. Having you as a spotter is like having my own personal fitness Coach."

Dan's voice tickled his ear and Zach blushed hotly as he spoke. “I like the sound of that, Sir."

“Oh?"

“Yes, Sir. But do not think I will go easy on you, I can already see you have good potential. Are you ready for the bench press?"

“THERE'S MORE!?!?" Zach barked before groaning in a husky howl of exasperation.

“Are you not up for it, Sir?" Dan's tail stilled behind him.

Zach sighed loudly, giving him an exasperated frown. “Fine, show me what to do."

As Zach laid his head back on the bench he was forced to look up at the tower of ivory fur smiling down on him and grip the bar firmly in his hands. The wolf had scooted forward into the proper spotting position and placed his hands on the bar. That brought the barely restrained package swinging into view over Zach's vision, presenting him with the opportunity to easily look up the legs of the sweat soaked shorts if he chose to make the effort. His nose twitched as the acrid scent of Dan's sweat was replaced by a spicier note he had yet to smell. His cheeks flushed a blistering scarlet as he realized it was from Dan's manhood. The scent was dizzying, whisking him away to a velvet-like red room, visages of a naked Dan beckoning to him. What happened in his shorts was virtually uncontrollable as he fought to keep himself within his sheath. As he picked up the weight, Dan repositioned his footing once more. For a moment Zach was actually looking up through the wolf's short gym shorts. The spot where the straps of his jock joined his pouch were an unavoidable sight and Zach found himself beginning to drip pre into his jockstrap as he bit back a whimper of arousal. He grunted and lowered and raised the weight, focusing on his form.

“Sir, are you there?"

“Huh, what?" He replied, turning his head away from the sight of Dan's taint.

“I said you've finished your set, rack the weights so we can swap."

In a dreamlike daze, Zach found himself in the opposite position looking down at a large lupine muzzle as Dan made himself comfortable on the bench. Given their size and height difference, Dan's large head was level with Zach's groin, large lupine ears brushing against his inner thighs. It became difficult to keep his package from brushing against Dan's head but the wolf seemingly took no notice.

I guess this sort of proximity is normal for a spotter? Zach thought to himself.

“I'm afraid I won't make a very good spotter Dam. I won't be able to lift much if it comes down to it," Zach said with dismay.

“Don't worry. Even if I need help, you won't need you to lift the whole thing. I'll keep my weight like I would if you weren't here just in case. Consider yourself my motivation."

Zach stared in awe as with a grunt the lupine hefted the weight into his grip and began to cycle through his reps. The sight of the beast grunting and flexing, tight corded muscle bunching and relaxing, his tank top clinging revealingly on his chest, and the scent of Dan wafting up below all combined into a hypnotizing effect on the husky. Zach became lost in the sauce, his own modest manhood parting his sheath without notice and spilling out between his legs. It pushed his jock out and tentined his shorts, swinging precariously between lupine ears. Dan's nose began to twitch as he continued to lift, questing for the source of the new scent. With a grunt he pushed the weight up and took a big breath, followed by another before his eyes suddenly darted to meet Zach's before looking at the obvious tent. He racked his weight but his hands stayed where they were on the bar as Zach froze. He was caught between fight or flight and his brain couldn't process what was occuring. Dan didn't move for a few moments either, merely breathing in the scent with loud huffs. The sound seemed to echo around the gym. Suddenly, the bridge of Dan's muzzle brushed back against the husky's tented shorts. Zach squeaked and looked around to ensure no one was watching, surprised to find that was the case. His own nose scented the spicey note he had smelled on Dan earlier and looked down to see a twitching mass growing ever larger in Dan's own shorts. There was a spot in all that sweat that had a different glossy sheen to it. As the bulge throbbed, lifting into the air before falling back, that gloss spot grew larger. The size and left of the thing made Zach mouth a silent “Oh wow." Dan smirked up at him from where his head lay on the bench. He licked his lips but fangs kept slipping out in his smile.

“Now that's… proper motivation…Sir." Dan growled out, his voice so low that Zach almost missed the fact that these were words. A large white paw roamed up along his hip, close as it was to his head. Dan wanted to stay there, on display for his new friend but he also knew, continuing this as they were would get them kicked out of the gym. He pulled his paw back and cleared his throat.

“Sir, maybe… maybe it is best that we both take a break and come back after we have 'cooled off'? We have several more sets to go."

Zach didn't say a word in reply, turning and hurrying to the locker room with paws covering himself. Dan sat up and began a calming breathing routine, his erection diminishing rapidly. When Zach came back, the stains of pre were still evident on both their shorts.

“Shall we continue?" Dan asked the husky. Zach nodded nervously, taking his place near Dan's head once again. As Dan lifted his arms to the weight once more, he leaned back and sniffed at Zachs crotch quickly, before casually going back to his lift.

“Dan–" the husky started, unsure why the wolf had done that once more. Was he trying to get them thrown out?

“Just motivating myself, Sir." With a grunt, he began to lift the weights once again as Zach watched from above. When it was his turn, Zach had looked around to make sure no one was watching and snuck his nose up Dan's shorts to sniff as well. The wolf rumbled down at him happily.

“Motivation?" He asked.

“Motivation," Zach replied with a grin.

~~~~~~

Exercise completed, the sweaty wolf led the husky back to the open floor to stretch out the tense muscle. Once again, strong fingers gently guided him through the positions prodded along his back before a palm gently began to push him deeper into the stretch. This time however, Dan's proximity to him was ever present and he didn't pull back in the slightest.

“Sir, you are tense. You must relax. Breathe with me. Deep breath in. Now Hold. Out through your nose. Again, deep breath in. Hold. Out through your nose. “

As Zach followed this exercise, his nose filled with the sour notes of Dan's sweat and the spicy undertone of his own arousal once more. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find his nose was very nearly touching the floor. As the palm left his back he groaned and sat back up feeling deeply relaxed and sort of giddy. He felt good. Shockingly good. Dan effortlessly helped the husky to his feet and they both made their way to the locker room. Zach wobbled a few times but Dan's strong hands steadied him along the way.

Silently, they stripped in front of each other, fleeting glances growing bolder until they both stood in their soaked jocks. Eyes quested over the other taking in everything they had to offer. Despite the inadequacy Zach felt compared to Dan, he could see a hunger in the wolf's eyes. He was shocked at the genuine attraction he received from the wolf. Zach has always felt average, nothing special in the looks department. He didn't look particularly sexy, maybe handsome, or slightly chubby. Dan on the other hand belonged on the centerfold of a fitness magazine. And yet the wolf was standing here in a precum soaked jock, drinking him in. Dan wanted him… and was waiting.

“So–" Zach said, unsure of what to say.

“So–" Dan replied in kind, closing the space. “Would you like to join me in the Sauna?" The back of Dan's hand gently brushed against Zach's hip, fingers trailing up his side before setting gently on his shoulder. Zach shivered as he looked up into those amber orbs. His own paw began to explore the short coarse fur of Dan's exposed midriff, before roaming up to his muscular chest. There was a quiet fire of desire in those lupine eyes and it sparked something within himself. It was a powerful want and it was electrifying. And then the doubts set in.

Zach heard the voices of his coworks in his head, '...termination for inappropriate relations with a subordinate..' and 'I heard Zach used his authority to make the wolf fuck him…' and '...sexual harassment in the workplace...'

“I–" Zach paused, Dan's tail swished behind him, waiting. Ready. Wanting. Hungry. “I need to go." Dan winced and whined. “I can't do– I can't, Dan. I'm your supervisor, there's implications there. I have to draw a line, for both of our sakes. I could lose my job."

Dan's eyes searched Zach's before he nodded, stepping back with a sigh. “I understand, Sir. Will you– continue to join me? Here I mean."

“I'll need to think about it. I really enjoyed this. Like REALLY enjoyed this–"

“I did as well, Sir. Obviously," Dan said, motioning to his crotch. Zach was surprised to find him half way out of his sheath, jock lifting away from the wolf's hips as the husky balked at the size. It looked like it would rip the jockstrap if it got any bigger and Zach let out a little whimper.

“Don't worry, Sir. While I'm not unused to letting others set the pace. Though that's not to say I'm not– Flexible with the positions I can– fill. But I also understand the meaning of the word 'no.'"

The husky gulped and nodded before grabbing a towel and quickly walking away to the showers. Dan watched him go before grabbing his own towel and heading to the sauna. As Zach let the water wash over him, he tried to calm himself. He just couldn't seem to get his half chub to go down, not after all the teasing and motivation he and Dan had done. Once more, he once felt eyes on him. He looked around to see a clear view of the sauna, a glass wall revealing Dan as the only occupant. The gray towel draped across Dan's waist did nothing to hide the sack resting loosely on the wood bench below. The rise and fall of the towel over one side of his hip suggested the damp spot growing from the large lump there was not the result of the sauna itself. Zach flushed red, feeling himself throb out from his sheath once more. Turning off the water, he waved goodbye to the lupine before turning to the locker room. His curly tail did little to conceal his rear as he bent down to dress, accidentally giving Dan a show as he attempted to leave in a hurry.

“Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave," the wolf mumbled to himself before splashing more water on the rocks. He used the palm of his large white hand to grind down on the twitching, towel covered lump draped over his thigh and an aroused growl tricked up his throat. He felt sorry for anyone that would come into the Sauna after he left, the pheromones would be enough to knock them flat on their back.