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Scottio teetered, one foot balanced on the other, arm outstretched and reaching up towards the shoulder of his friend. Inches away from his intended target, Scottio reigned himself in, recovering before he could fall on the pavement. The urge lingered, his fingers twitching, arm ready to shoot back out to offer a gentle touch. He steadied his breathing. While his shoulders relaxed, those of his companion reminded tightened. Scottio had been around Lorank long enough to not be completely awed by the sight of bunched up traps brushing against chin. Scottio swung his arms as he tried not to stare.

"It's okay," the horse soothed. "There's nothing to be worried about here. This gym is practically empty all times of the week. I checked it out for three weeks now. There won't be anybody here. I promise."

The bear eased his shoulders by a fraction of an inch, enough to have the sinew of his upper body no longer touching his face. He cast his gaze down, short muzzle stopped from lowering farther by pectorals. His body deflated with a puff of air that made no sound, the tightness and coiled veins given an opportunity to let the blood flow without restriction. Lorank breathed deep, flooding himself with renewed nerves. He turned away from the gym, back towards the road and the long walk that would take him to his home.

"Oh no you are not going to back away from this." Scottio grabbed hold of Lorank's kilt from the back, pulling on it to try and keep the bear from walking away from the gym. The pavement slipped out from under Scottio. He crashed, head turning at the last moment to prevent his muzzle from smashing into the ground. Lorank turned back to see the commotion, the battered horse still managing to keep his grip on the kilt.

"Look," Scottio said after getting pulled back on to his legs by a helping paw, "I know you're not particularly interested in being out here, but just give it a try. You'll find that you have a much easier time with all your work with the onsen if you try practicing with weights here."

Lorank's arms were folded under his barrel chest. Strands of hair poked through the fabric of flannel shirt he wore at Scottio's behest. He nodded once.

"And there's things you can work on at a gym that you can't do with just stones and heavy containers full of water. They have all sorts of machines. I'll explain them to you when we get inside. And if you don't like it, we don't have to come back." Scottio cast a pleading look to his companion, eyes enlarged by his glasses. "Just try it once?"

Wildy and unruly bear stepped into the air conditioned gym with clean and tidy horse. The receptionist stared at the duo where the smaller leader was larger in a world that expected the reverse. Scottio glanced into the gym as he passed the door that would lead them deeper into the realm of bodybuilders and muscle heads. Of the three gym goers inside, none were even close to Lorank's immensity.

"Welcome to Ape's," the receptionist greeted, a wide smile splitting her coyote muzzle. She tilted her head up to address Lorank. "If you're looking to bring a guest for the day, we've got a sheet right here in the front your friend will need to sign.

Scottio coughed into his paw. "He's not a registered member here. I am"

"If you'd like to register as a member, we will still need you to fill out paperwork," she addressed Lorank.

"He's not going to register. I'm bringing him in as a guest so he can see if he likes it."

"Our gym is the finest in town. We've got top athletes from the college football team who train here over the summer. Do enjoy your workout, and I hope you'll be switching to our gym after you've enjoyed a day in our facilities." She handed the clipboard to Lorank, along with a pen that the bear nearly crushed in his grip.

"Thank you," Scottio said as he and Lorank left for the changing room. The coyote watched them go, her eyes locked on Lorank's backside. The bear hurried his pace, rushing past Scottio to the safety of the male lockers.

Scottio got dressed into his workout gear in silence, his shorts and t-shirt stowed overnight in his personal locker. The faux lycra material accentuated his prodigious endowment, a thick bulge that bounced against his beanpole thighs. Compared to Lorank he was small there too, but the bear kept his goods reasonably concealed beneath his kilt. As reasonable as possible given the size. The horse didn't need to search to find the imprint of a shaft and cockhead under the plaid pattern. They had brought nothing else for Lorank to wear, as finding anything that could cover him in the first place was nothing short of miraculous.

"You look like an off duty lumberjack," Scottio remarked as they entered the gym floor proper. Excessive body hair peaked out of the slight tears and rips of Lorank's shirt, the fresh battle scars of a young combatant testing the grizzled resolve of a veteran. By the end of the day, the shirt would lie defeated after it learned the hard way that new blood should not challenge the old guard. Scottio had banked on that happening around the time he was planning on introducing Lorank to the bench press.

Shiny metal gleamed in the artificial light, the janitor's wax applied a bit too liberally to the machines. Pistons moved without a squeak as a badger worked on the leg press. Beneath the sickly sweet smell of sanitizing sprays and lemon cleaner, Scottio scented fresh male sweat. In the corner, standing in front of the dumbbell racks and blocking anybody from grabbing the weights in the range of 15 to 30 pounds, a wolf worked on his bicep curls, grunting each time he peaked in the exercise.

"They won't bother us if we don't bother them," Scottio explained as he lead Lorank over to the squat rack. "Just imagine that they aren't here at all, because that's what they are doing with us." He adjusted the rungs on the cage while standing on the tips of his toes, setting it so the bar would be level with Lorank's shoulders. "You'll need to place the barbell on the rests over there and then load it up with some plates so you can get started. Just try it with a 45 pound plate on each side to see how it feels."

Lorank positioned himself under the bar after loading the recommended weight. He straightened his spine, rolled his shoulders back, grabbed the steel beam with one hand on either side of his head, and pushed up, letting the unracked barbell rest its full weight on him. There he stood, staring at the full length mirror, filling it up with the clothed reflection of a bear too large for the container that was the squat rack. His eyes darted to Scottio.

"It's a squat. You know, when you bend over to pick up one of those boulders around the place, you bend at the knees like this, and then stand up straight while carrying it? It's like that. Watch." Free of burden, Scottio stuck his butt back, slowly lowering at the hips, knees bent without extending over his toes. At the point his thighs were roughly parallel with the ground the horse stood back up, pushing through his heels. "That's the motion. Give it a try and see how it feels. This one is supposed to be really hard, so I just do squats with my body weight."

The bear attempted a squat. His knees pushed a little too far forward and he couldn't quite get his butt to lower as far as he'd seen. The muscles of his hamstrings met with too much resistance with those in his calves. His dickhead grazed the floor as his member poked out of his kilt the deeper he tried to get into the squat. Scottio counted to ten, after which Lorank stood there, bar on his shoulder, still staring into the mirror.

"That looked a little easy for you," Scottio said. "Maybe we should double the weight and see how that goes, you might find it more challenging that way."

"Doubling isn't going to do anything. Beefcake like him should fill the whole bar with plates."

Scottio jumped. He turned around to find the head of an otter poking out from behind a leg press machine. The otter's whiskers twitched, his tongue lolled, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Bobert, just one day. Please. I'm trying to show Lorank a gym to see if he likes it and I'd appreciate if you would, just for one day, leave him be so we can do this without interference."

Lorank added four more plates to each side of the bar, bringing the weight up to nearly 500 pounds. He hoisted the barbell on to his shoulders, lowered himself as far as he could go, then pushed back up, the steel clattering as the plates rolled and shifted against one another.

"But I just want to watch," Bobert answer as he fully revealed himself from behind his hiding spot. The sweatpants he wore did nothing to conceal the lump around his groin. "No harm in watching a bara stud is there?" Scottio sighed. "As long as all you do is watch. No touching, no getting in the way, no recommendations. Just watching. From a distance. Where we can't see you."

"As long as I get to keep watching that huge dick show up I'm okay with this."

The horse swivelled, wide eyed to see the crown of Lorank's cock grazing the ground. "Out," Scottio demanded. "Out, out out out." He turned back to Lorank. "Let's try a different exercise, I think you get how this one works."

Lorank did another ten repetitions after Scottio recommended moving on before he gently placed the barbell on the rests. He lowered himself once more to step out from beneath the bar and remove himself from the squat rack, his broad shoulders bashing into the sides and setting the whole contraption rattling.

"Don't forget to put the plates back when you're done," Scottio said as he tried to pull one of the rounded metal weights off of the bar. "And try to take them off evenly from both sides," he warned when he noticed Lorank attempting to remove all five plates from his side at once. "Otherwise it'll get too heavy on one end and crash into the ground. I'll show you some of the other leg machines. The others that aren't the leg press."

"You're no fun." Bobert blew a raspberry at them.

"This isn't meant to be for fun. This machine over here is for leg extensions. The nice thing about a lot of these machines is they have instructions on the side of them that you can read to figure out how the machine actually works. This one is pretty simple and I can just show you."

Scottio took a seat on the leather equipment, his ankles tucked beneath a cushion attached to a pulley system. He adjusted the weights at the other end of the pulley by pulling a metal pin out from a stack of plates and then reinserting the pin higher up, closer to where the number 30 was. With his back straight against the seat and his hands around the handles near his hips, Scottio straightened his legs. The pulley whined as the cushion and the weights rose. Slowly, he lowered his legs, bringing them back to bent at the knee.

"It's an easy enough movement, though I always find my ankles hurt if I put too much weight into it." The horse performed eight reps before he got out of the seat and offered it to Lorank. "You can adjust the positioning of everything with all these various pins around the machine. This one here pulls the seat back, this adjusts the part for your legs, and this one is for the angle of the chair. Just take a moment to get yourself comfortable before you start using it."

"And make sure you keep you junk in your lap so you don't end up sitting on it," piped up Bobert

Lorank pushed the pin under the 300 pound marking. With everything set to the maximum accommodation that machine could handle, the bear managed to squeeze his legs into position as he took his seat to the sound of metal groaning under his weight. His kilt stretched over the mound of his genitals piled on to his quads. Each repetition caused the bulge to jostle as his thighs flexed from the extension. The weights banged into metal after they rapidly ascended the pulley.

"Take it slow," Scottio advised from his standing position between Lorank and the mirror. "You'll get more out of it if you go slowly."

"Plus I'll get to enjoy the view more."

Bobert popped up in the thin space between Scottio and Lorank's feet when the bear's legs were fully extended. The otter's tail twitched at the end as he watched the way the kilt seemed to slowly roll back, revealing more and more of Lorank's cock and balls. A paw dared to reach past the moving parts to grope. Scottio coughed.

"It didn't even take you five minutes to get in the way. So shoo. Or I'll ask the receptionist to call security or whatever it is they do to get people expelled from the gym.

"Oh alright fine," Bobert droned as he trudged away. Scottio watched the otter go until the rudder disappeared into the change room. The banging of metal on metal ceased. Lorank stood up, the kilt falling back into place, just barely concealing what was beneath the plaid.

"Right, next time we try and find you something bigger to wear to cover you up before we get kicked out for indecent exposure." Horse and bear were alone in the weight room as Scottio directed Lorank to the lying leg curls machine. "Try and lie down on your front, and hook your legs under the pad. Then you just bring your heels to your butt. I'll show you."

Scottio fidgeted with his bulge as he attempted to lay flat on the leather. He whined as he curled the 15 pounds worth of weight, his junk pressed beneath his quads and hips. His legs quivered from the stimulation, metal rattling with the uncertain movements, the control over the machine slipping away with arousal. He dropped to neutral position and rolled back to standing in one fluid motion.

"This one might be a bit difficult with your size. You can skip it if you want, there are other ways to do hamstring exercises without having to use this machine." Lorank smoothed out the wrinkles in his kilt. He straddled the machine, his junk taking up all the available space of the leather. Attempting to lie down either resulted in his muscled gut squeezing his cock or the pulley system getting blocked by his nuts. "I don't think this one is going to work, I can show you something else. Let's try the leg press."

Lorank fared slightly better on the new machine. With his legs up against a flat metallic surface, his cock and balls were free to drop down and rest awkwardly in the space between moving cylinders and the seat. Scottio winced with each repetition, certain that there was going to be a very angry bear the moment sensitive flesh got pinched. They added more weight with each set until the machine could handle no more plates hanging off the side of it, a total of half a ton of additional poundage moving easily under Lorank's push.

Small beads of sweat dripped down Lorank's forehead, wiped away by the back of his hand. The shirt, marked with microtears, had pockets of dampness around the chest and armpits. Nipples poked through, firm and glistening, begging to be tugged. Scottio shook his head and adjusted his erection, hiding it by trapping it between the waistband of his gym shorts and his t-shirt. The outline of his shaft was still plainly visible.

"This next one should be fine, even for your build. Standing calf raises. The machine for it is just over here, and the height adjustment can accommodate anybody. It's really easy to use, too, just put your toes up on the end right over here, with your heels hanging off, your shoulders under the pads, and then stand on your toes." Scottio set the weight to 200, half of what the machine's pulley system could handle. The horse banged out two sets of 15 repetitions. "It's not so hard, and it feels really good to do."

Even at the maximum height adjustment, Lorank still had to duck and squeeze his way under the shoulder pads. Getting his paws on the bottom bar compacted the bear, his muzzle buried into the top of his pecs, his stomach resting heavily on his bulge. The machine protested Lorank's weight with creaks at every movement. The bear stepped back after his sixth repetition. He seemed to regain two feet in height as he unfurled himself.

"Okay so I was wrong," Scottio said under the baleful gaze of Lorank. "I guess I didn't account for your height as much as I thought I had, but I promise the worst of it should be over. The other machines and benches don't require you to be in quite as cramped a position." Scottio gestured to the free weights. "We can use those first to finish up with legs before we do anything else, just so you can have some space."

Lorank shook his head.

"Oh come on, please? Free weights are going to be much easier to hold and use than those bulky barrels."

"It's easier for me to watch here, too," Bobert added, his head poking around the corner of the change room.

"Out," Scottio demanded.

"Spoilsport." Bobert vanished behind the wall.

"As I was saying," Scottio adjusted his glasses, "the free weights and the space allow for a more diverse set of exercise. I'll show you how to do lunges as an example."

Scottio grabbed two ten pound weights. He stood with back to the mirrors, spine straight and legs shoulder width apart. With an exhale, he stepped forward with his right, planting his foot solidly on the padded floor, knee bent without extending over his toes. His left leg remained straight but angled forty five degrees with the ground. He pushed up from the heel of his right foot and stepped forward with the left, repeating the exercise with the other side. By the time he reached the opposite wall, he had managed ten steps with each leg.

"It's way more difficult than it looks," he puffed as he carried the weights back to the rack and returned them to their original position. "My legs hurt so much right now and I'm not even able to do a reasonable fraction of what you can. You might want to start lighter," Scottio recommended when he saw Lorank try and grab the 100 pound dumbbells. The bear took the 50 pounders instead.

From the same starting position that Scottio had used, Lorank barely managed to squeeze in five steps. He turned around and repeated the exercise in the opposite direction before heading back to the weight rack to replace the 50's with the 100's. The same motions occurred, though on the second round Scottio was certain he felt the ground shaking as the bear progressed. Back and forth Lorank went, silently lumbering across the gym, the dumbbells hanging at his sides. Each time he lowered closer to the ground, his balls grazed the floor, leaving a round imprint of sweat on the pads. The gym, already saturated with the scent of hardworking men, grew more powerful, Lorank's musk overpowering the other lesser fragrances.

"You can stop when you get tired" Scottio stammered, his erection throbbing, the first spurts of pre darkening his shirt around the collar. "I mean you're looking really hot and it doesn't seem like you're having any trouble there but you don't want to tire yourself out too much before we get to other things right?" Lorank stopped mid stride, cockhead dangling beneath the hem of his kilt. "I can see your dick there too." A bead of sweat dripped down the head and splashed on the floor. Lorank stood up, and the flesh was once more covered, if barely.

As he racked the weights the bear nodded towards Scottio's shirt, causing the horse to flush. Lorank raised an eyebrow. The corners of his muzzle twitched.

"I think we should move on to something else for a little while since legs are probably all done and there's your whole amazing upper body to work on," Scottio rambled. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as Lorank continued to look at the horse's dampened shirt. "Let's do some chest press to start out that's always a good way to go to make sure you'll have a nice pump of your pecs."

"So why is it exactly that you're allowed to ogle him and I'm not?" Bobert was perched atop the squat rack. He wasn't wearing any pants, and his shaft bounced, hard and dripping.

"How are you possibly allowed to be naked in public like that?" Scottio demanded.

"It's basically the same as you, I'm just comfortable not pretending it's covered." A wad of pre splortched on the floor as Bobert climbed down. "Now don't be mean and share the hot stud with me for a little bit. I can give him a great workout too." The otter grabbed his dick and waved it in the direction of the workout buddies.

Lorank looked back and forth between horse and otter as they squared off, muzzle to muzzle, clothed erection to exposed erection. He picked up the 100 pound dumbbells and began to do more lunges.

"Look, can we talk about this at another time? I'm just trying to help Lorank with his work."

"And get a good show at the same time, clearly." Bobert poked Scottio's shaft. The horse shivered. "Why can't I watch the bara show too?"

"Because you want to do more than watch is why."

"A good show has audience participation." Bobert stuck out his tongue and winked.

"Go put some pants on before I tell the receptionist your naked."

"Oh alright fine," Bobert conceded, much too easily for Scottio's liking. The otter's bare butt wiggled and shook as he returned to the change room, like he was doing a little victory dance for himself. Between his legs, Scottio could see Bobert's nuts bounce and wobble. It was, the horse hated to admit, very similar to his own walk. Bobert had just a bit more strut with his movements, more keenness that he was showing off for the world. Scottio only really felt like showing off for one person.

Lorank was dripping when the horse returned his attention to the bear. A path of sweat smeared across the floor marked the path Lorank had taken while his balls dragged. The blue band around Lorank's hair was darkened and failing to capture anymore liquid. He only stopped doing lunges when Scottio stood in the way, arms spread wide, covered in a shirt that was as wet with pre as Lorank's was with sweat.

"The bench press is going to be your favourite I just know it," Scottio said as he loaded up the barbell with a two ten pound plates per side. "It's not like anything you really do at the onsen, but you'll see that working out your chest will help you with carrying everything anyway. You just position yourself under the bar like this, with your hands holding it at about shoulder width apart. And then you push up." Scottio grunted as he lifted the bar off the rests. With elbows shaking, he lowered the weight to his chest, hovering the metal just an inch about the outline of his dick before shoving back against gravity. He managed four reps before he had to put the barbell away, gasping for air.

Lorank lay down, the bench engulfed in the crevice made by his lats. His belly rose and fell with his breathing as he positioned himself as Scottio had, with muzzle just under the bar. His ass hung over the edge. The kilt rolled back. He steadied his core, kept his butt up and firm, managing to support the weight of his equipment on his quads. Lorank's cock rolled over his balls, the meat slapping against his gut before rolling into position between belly and hip. The bar rose and fell with the ease of inhaling and exhaling.

He racked it after twenty repetitions. Scottio helped the bear to add a 45 pound plate on each side of the bar. Lorank went back at it, pushing, his pecs straining against the moistened shirt, visible through practically translucent material. Up and down went the bar, up when Scottio's horniness, up when the amount of sweat that Lorank produced. Armpit hair, thick and matted, poked out from the sleeves of Loran's shirt as the pumped up muscles pulled the covering tighter across his frame.

Another pair of 45 plates were added. Lorank soundlessly continued to perform repetitions while the horse, content to watch, counted in his head the number of repetitions the bear pumped. 20 more. Scottio had one of the next 45 pound plates at the ready.

Lorank's shirt shredded at repetition 12 during his fourth set, but he did not stop his movements. As the tatters started to fall off him, or cling to his hirsute frame, he heaved the weight, letting it rest for a fraction of a moment on his exposed chest before straightening his arms. Torn fabric gave way to reveal plump nipples, firmed from the cool air blowing over the sweat slickened nubs. The large black areolae rose and fell with the bear's breathing.

He added another pair of 45s. Scottio hissed, his cock painfully hard, balls churning with the need to explode. Everything about Lorank begged to be touched in that moment as the barbell, loaded with 360 pounds, seemed to effortlessly glide through the air, held aloft by the powerful arms that had so easily manhandled Scottio in the past. The horse reached out, quivering, just inches away from touching one of those thick, begging nipples.

Another hand beat him to the punch. The plates shook as the barbell wavered for a fraction of a second before Lorank grunted and returned to his lifting.

"Bobert what the hell are you even thinking?" Scottio demanded as he yanked the otter away from the exercising ursine. "And why are you still naked?"

"Because it's more comfortable this way. And I wanna rub a stud, so I'm here to rub the stud." Bobert demonstrated his point by using his free hand to caress Lorank's muscular stomach, the dome of fat and brawn unyielding to the otter's pokes and squeezes. Hair tangled around Bobert's fingers the longer he stroked.

"Get out of here," Scottio demanded. Lorank kept on lifting. "You're going to get somebody hurt if you keep doing this and it's probably going to be you if he drops the weight right now."

Metal clattered. Lorank sat up, brushing off what yet remained of the shirt that clung to his stature. He had to pick a bit of stray cloth out from between his pecs. The leather on the bench was soaked in his sweat, a small puddle filling the indent that the bear's weight had left in the cushioning. He loaded up yet more weight to the bar, settled back into position, and resumed performing chest presses.

"See? Totally fine, doesn't even notice me," Bobert said as he rubbed at the exposed cock flesh that had peaked out of Lorank's kilt. The bear visibly shook from the touch, the throb of his member getting half hard pushing Bobert back.

"Okay you're going to have to stop that right now," Scottio demanded. His own cock ached with need. He grabbed Bobert around the waist, careful not to touch the otter's dick. Bobert struggled, squirmed, and used his oversized endowment to beat back at the horse. While they grappled, Lorank racked the weights and began to unload them from the bar.

"You want a massage after all that hard work, beef man?" Bobert asked before having his muzzle clamped by Scottio's hand.

"No he does not." Lorank tilted his head to the side. "Our friend here is just about to leave now that you're done with bench pressing and we're going to move on to chest flies. Isn't that right, Bobert?" Scottio kept his foot on the otter's tail, applying enough pressure to hint at causing pain, but for now was only mildly discomforting.

"You're still no fun," Bobert pouted as he left again, this time openly stroking himself as he walked back to the changing room. He left large globs of pre on the ground and surrounding equipment. Before once more vanishing, he turned around, shook his cock at them, and smeared some of his lubricant against his shaft. "But I bet you'd love having me slide this right up into those hairy thick pecs of yours."

"Out," Scottio shouted. The otter ducked behind cover. Scottio turned to Lorank. "I'm so sorry about him I get it though you really are super attractive and it's kind of hard for me to control myself around you too but this is not the place or time even if you're looking really amazing all pumped up what was I saying?" Lorank patted Scottio's shoulder. The horse nearly crumpled at the knees. "Right, I know, later. Chest flies is what we were going to do next right. These are really good for stretching out the pecs after working them on the bench press."

Using two five pound dumbbells, Scottio struggled to demonstrate the form for the fly. Holding the weights over his body was easy, letting his arms gently guide them to his sides a bit more difficult, and bringing them back together a monumental task. He punished himself by doing eight repetitions, the pained effort bringing his dick down a notch from rigid to firm. He looked at Lorank trying to duplicate the motions, the bear's body barely held up by another bench, his pecs spreading apart before coming back together to create a deep valley. Scottio's cock went back to maximum hardness.

The floor shook when Lorank dropped the dumbbells he was using after his sixteenth rep, the pair of 100 pound weights rolling in opposite directions from one another. Scottio scrambled to block one from bumping into the mirrors. "Finally found something too heavy for you here?" Lorank shook his head, droplets flying from his hair, coating yet more of the gym in essence. "Oh really that's probably going to be a problem. I bet we could ask them to order larger sets of things if you're still interested in coming back here and working out with me in the future because I think it's been going really well today."

Lorank put his weights back on the rack. So close to the walls, his chest pushed into the mirror, sweat streaks creating blurry patches of reflection on the glass. Scottio grabbed four of the complementary clothes the gym had hanging around the facility and quickly tried to dry off the moisture. He double backed to clean up the other equipment they'd used, but ran out of towels before he could even finish patting down the bench press.

"Alright how about bicep curls then,"" Scottio said as he dropped the soggy and now rank smelling towels into a trash bin. "You shouldn't really need anything other than dumbbells for this one and you'll have no problem doing the exercise I'm sure but well you can just try doing a few more reps each time to make up for the difference in weight. I'll show you how to do them, it's not so hard."

Lorank grabbed 80s and started to curl them, one arm at a time, his biceps mounding into exquisite peaks of power. He swapped for the 100s and continued to perform the exercise without a sound. Scottio counted aloud, inching closer to the beastly bruin with every completed repetition. At thirty, Scottio, was clinging to Lorank's right arm and getting lifted off the floor with the movement. The bear stopped the exercise, eyebrows raised as he looked at the dangling horse.

Scottio avoided the gaze and laughed without smiling before dropping down. His shirt was sticking to his thin body, the copious amount of precum still drizzling out of the top of his cock head that was outlined in such detail that the fabric was clinging to the outline of pulsating veins. His shorts hugged his balls as they roiled with need. A patch of wetness, hold over from his original excitement, was still present near the crotch.

"I just couldn't resist you were looking really amazing and sexy while doing it and." Scottio;s rambling was cut short by Lorank pushing a finger to the horse's muzzle. The bear nodded down, chin slamming into his own chest, to indicate the slight rise in his kilt. A wad of pre splattered on the ground between them. Scottio shivered, reached forward, then shook himself. "We've still got to finish up the exercises we haven't even done triceps and shoulders and back and even though yes I'd really like to help you there well I think I can wait a little bit longer. So ya. Triceps! Let's do those."

Trying to do tricep extensions put too much pressure on Lorank's head. He could not find a comfortable position that didn't result in getting squished between his biceps without compromising the form of the exercise. They settled for doing pulldowns, his grip encompassing the entirety of the rope that was attached to the pulley. The contraption trembled and clanked as he hoisted the full 300 pound limit up. He let the plates fall and walked away to give his bulge some room again.

Shoulders had the same problems as tricep extensions. Though Lorank had no issue thrusting the barbell up, he couldn't keep his head from getting pincered by his own brawn. The kilt rolled back, his erection getting more pronounced with each lift. His heavy sac rested on the floor as he sat on the bench, scowling into the reflection that was becoming blocked by his own erection. Beside, him, Scottio danced from foot to foot.

"You know maybe it'd be better if we end up skipping back so we can get on out of here and I can help you take care of that somewhere a little more private. That sounds good right I'll just show you how to do back exercises the next time we come. Works good for you? Ya it works good for you I'm sure come on let's get going." Scottio grabbed Lorank's kilt and gently tugged, completely unable to budge the bear who was staring into the mirror.

Lorank flexed, and Scottio understood why the bear was so fascinated with the reflection. Though the weights hadn't been heavy enough to be challenging, Lorank had still managed to get a sizeable pump throughout his muscles. By default he was larger than life. Now he was something on the border of imagination, a behemoth coated in sweat and hair. His dick curved around his gut, bouncing against the firmness of stomach and chest, with the crown hovering just in front of his muzzle.

"So is it okay if I come out now and enjoy the bara beefcake?" Bobert asked. Scottio looked around, but could not find any sign of the otter. "I'm up here."

The sound of dripping caught Scottio's attention. Casting his gaze up, he saw Bobert's cock hanging through a gap in the ceiling tiles, precum leaking from it as steadily as the sweat that was running down Lorank's legs. A rudder poked through another tile. Bobert's head looked at the horse through a third opening in the ceiling.

"How in the hell do you even get up there?"

"It was a lot of work. Let's not talk about it." Bobert dropped down, landing across Lorank's shoulders. The bear continued to flex for himself in the mirror.

"We were just about to leave, so you can just go back to your home and bother somebody else. This isn't a private area."

"Oh on the contrary." Bobert's hands were all over Lorank's arms as the bear held a double bicep pose. "This area is private for at least another two hours. And as thanks for the favour, I'm going to enjoy myself some stud pecs." From over Lorank's shoulder, Bobert buried his muzzle into the ursine chest, inhaled deep, and smiled.

"But. No. That's not. No. How. What?" Scottio sputtered. Lorank rolled his shoulders back and puffed out his chest, the shelf of muscle unable to stick out farther than the bulbous gut beneath. "What did you do to manage to pull something off like that?"

Bobert clambered over the bulk of bear. "The receptionist wanted a show too. It turns out," the otter said while clinging to Lorank's belly, "that lots of people think hot studs should be showing off more often. Hot, hairy, bara men are irresistible." Fingers crawled through Lorank's treasure trail until they reached a lush bush of pubic hair. Pre cum slapped the mirror as Lorank struck a most muscular.

The horse's shirt could not have been more soaked if he had simply been swimming in it for an hour. Lorank was enjoying the attention. Bobert was getting what he wanted. The receptionist was probably watching through the cameras. Holding back urges and attempting to create a safe and comfortable first time gym experience for Lorank had ended in a colossal failure. Scottio peeled off his shirt. It stank of his scent, hidden beneath the more overwhelming aroma that wafted off of Lorank. The horse's cock throbbed in front of his muzzle, his own pre adding to the mess on the mirror and the floor that would only get worse as the three hyper dicked fellows gave into their lust.

Scottio attached himself to Lorank's left arm. Bobert took the right. With the two comparatively miniscule worshippers adding their weight, Lorank lifted his arms as if he were repeating the bicep exercise that he had been shown earlier. Up and down they went with his movements, noses buried into biceps, cocks slapping into his belly, getting their seminal fluids intermingled with his sweat. Fur and hair matted to his physique. A deep rumbling rose from his chest while he watched himself manhandle his admirers.

Their hands were everywhere they could reach on his arms. Scottio's legs dangled as he kept holding on to the bear's bicep. The horse stuck his muzzle into the pocket of armpit hair, strands of maleness tickling his nose as he sniffed and sighed, dizzy from the punch of pheromones to his senses. A particularly powerful spurt of pre landed on Lorank's ass and dribbled down the crack and over the back of his balls before plopping to the ground with the rest of the mess they were making.

Bobert spread himself over Lorank's gut, head near the bear's shaft, cock resting between the stud's pecs. Lorank flexed his chest, squeezing dick between brawn. Precum coated his face as it erupted from the slit inches from his nose. He wiped the fluid away from his eyes. Without the aid of the mirror, he would have been unable to see Bobert, who had slipped lower, wedging himself between Lorank's belly and shaft. His cock throbbed and lifted the otter up, one repetition after the next, like he was doing an exercise to strengthen his groin.

"It's too soon to play with this," Bobert remarked as he patted the cockflesh upon which he rested, prompting a deeper growl from Lorank and another jerk from his dick, a volley of precum that splashed back after hitting the mirror. The otter wiggled his way out from his perch, taking every moment to rub and caress the stomach that pushed on his back, to feel the heft of the firm belly coated with hair. He inched his way up it, letting his cock drag across it and leave a trail of impending spunk that flowed over the curvature of gut. He reached the right nipple, the thick nub sticking through a veritable forest of hairs, and latched onto it with his muzzle. The majority of the areola was uncovered as Bobert sucked and nibbled, plumping up the flesh and getting Lorank to quiver from the pleasurable assault.

On the other side, Scottio pounced, mimicking Bobert's actions on the left. The second nipple found itself equally attended, engorged from another hot mouth slurping over the nub. Like lampreys they stuck to Lorank, even as the bear took a few steps to find some mirror that wasn't obscured by their combined precum. As he walked, their bodies turned, rotating on the pivot that was his nipples. Their cocks touched at the head, forming a V that pointed down to Lorank's shaft. The river of fluid grew from their combined production, a waterfall that splashed into the ever growing pond on the floor.

Lorank put his hands on their backs and pushed them into his stomach, both forms curving slightly to match the dome that was his midsection. Neither released their hold on his nipples. His right pec flexed. Scottio redoubled his efforts until the left side bounced. Bobert reached up and rubbed the areas of chest that their faces were not occupying. They pulled on their respective nub at the same time, causing Lorank to roll his eyes back as the next shot of his pre ruined another previously serviceable section of mirror.

A cock pushed into Lorank's muzzle. Bobert had rotated again, lying with torso across the bear's chest instead of belly now. The head of the otter's member spewed a steady flow of pre over Lorank's face until the bear opened his mouth and swallowed the dick. Endless fluid streamed down his throat as Bobert thrust into the warmth of a muzzle. The belly gurgled, realizing that it was suddenly hungry but sensing that there was going to be something to fill it soon enough.

The rippled that ran through the stomach shook Scottio. Alerted to the change in the situation, he released Lorank's nipple, cool air getting it to firm up harder than anything that Scottio had managed to accomplish. His eyes narrowed as Bobert flashed a wink and a bit of tongue to the horse. Lorank's sucking quickly brought the otter to a moan and distraction once more. Down climbed Scottio, feet landing with a splash into precum. He snuck his way around to Lorank's dick, the member held down and forward by its owner's stomach. Scottio climbed on top of the shaft to give it a hug. It bucked beneath him, hard enough to lift him with it but not so much that it threatened to throw him off. The bull was looking to be tamed.

Each pulse of the member in his grips smooshed him between dick and gut. The belly had enough give to it that it didn't hurt, but he could feel the power and solidity of it, held up by powerful abdominals that were buried somewhere in all that fat. His already slicked up body slid up and down the cock. He couldn't encircle the thing with his arms, though he found that if he lay across it rather than on it he could almost give the shaft a full body hug. Changing position didn't help him stroke and provide enough stimulation for the host, so Scottio reverted to the previous option, which allowed him to glide over the length of the cock with knees pressed into the sides to keep him steady.

Their precum was everywhere. Scottio could not see any floor around them that wasn't covered in the stuff. He felt like he was more precum than horse with the amount that he had been basting in before removing his clothing entirely. Now with Lorank's more copious additions, Scottio wasn't certain if he was more soaked in his own precum or Lorank's. Scottio wedged his dick between himself and Lorank's member, grinding them together while moving up and down the bigger phallus. The throbbing grew more violent. Bobert moaned.

Pump after pump of cum blasted down Lorank's throat. His belly seemed to visibly distend with the power of the shots that were filling him up before the jizz could settle down. Bobert's balls jostled as the load within was pushed against gravity, helped along by the sucking of the bear. Dribbles of white escaped the corner of his mouth while his cheeks puffed, like he was drinking too much milk through a too large straw. The otter lay there, sprawled over muscular chest and upper stomach, basking in the orgasm, letting himself be worked to and beyond euphoria.

The gut bumped against Scottio's butt while the horse was scootching back. He turned to see that it had grown more taut, the kind of roundness and solidity that might occur after eating a particularly large meal. When he thought that Lorank's stomach might actually begin to stretch and swell from the load he was consuming, Bobert squeaked, and the orgasm ebbed. Lorank released the still hard cock from his muzzle, strands of cum connecting his mouth to the slit. He licked the crown clean, getting another yelp from the spent otter.

Scottio moved quicker, legs and arms squeezing Lorank's cock for everything the horse could manage. Larger hands grabbed him, pushed him down, and began to move him by force, faster than what Scottio had been able to manage on his own. His dick stopped leaking pre as he felt his balls clench up. The impending climax shut down his brain to the discomfort of Lorank's overeager horse-assisted masturbation.

The cum blasts ricocheted off the crown of Lorank's dick, some of the jizz rebounding back to Scottio's face, some of it arching upwards before joining the spillage that had overtaken the rubber mats of the floor. Scottio's open mouth caught his cum, the taste of himself familiar and pleasant, but ultimately unsatisfying for his current craving. His limbs felt weak and sore. The overexertion of exercise and heavy sexually foreplay bringing him to the brink of ruin for the day. His eyes fluttered open to see Bobert looking at him, smiling, cheeky as always. Somehow, the otter was still rock hard.

"You gonna help the big boy finish what you started or I'm going to have to do it for you?"

Bobert licked the bear's shaft while Lorank continued to use Scottio as a toy. The horse, spent, exhausted, suddenly very aware of his position, did what he could to help the process with hands and feet. His dick, he noticed, was leaking again already, trying to keep up with the other two. Scottio worked his tired limbs to bring Lorank the satisfaction of a post workout orgasm. He moved hands and feet against turgid flesh as he has muzzle shoved into the head repeatedly as Lorank's stroking grew faster and more insistent.

The otter moved out of the way moments before Lorank climaxed. The mirror in front of them cracked under the pressure of the load and, much to Scottio's relief, the glass remained held up in the frame. Already wet, the trio were once more bathed in fluids, now the much thicker and viscous cum of Lorank. Globs of the off-white stuff clung to their bodies. And it just kept on going. Lorank released Scottio, but the horse continued to stroke, forcing himself to continue moving even though his entire body protested the idea of doing anything other than falling asleep. Bobert stood at the side, stroking the bear's hairy balls, letting himself get coated in Lorank's cum.

They caressed, fondled, and worshipped Lorank until, mercifully for Scottio, the orgasm ended. Lorank breathed in slow and deep, so much quieter than Scottio's pained heavy intakes. The horse's lungs burned. It felt like cum had gone down the wrong tube at some point and he was only now noticing it. He rolled off of the softening dick, landing on his back in the overflow that coated the gym floor. Parts of the ceiling, Scottio noted as he drifted off a bit, were dripping cum as well. His dick lurched, pointing to the damaged tiles overhead, before it overbalanced and landed against his torso. He grunted under the weight of his own cock.

"Well that was fun," Bobert said, his smug expression looming above. "And since you look like you could use a nap, how about you let me take this bara man home with me so you don't have to worry. I'll make sure he gets taken care of plenty."

"No," Scottio mumbled.

"Couldn't hear you, so I'm going to assume that's a yes. I'll even be the gentleman and walk him back to his place tomorrow. How magnanimous of me."

"No," Scottio repeated as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. Everything looking blurry. He patted through the omnipresent puddle of cum to try and find his glasses. "No you won't. We're going back to the onsen, putting this behind us, and never going to a gym again. This was a terrible idea. Lorank was right from the start."

The bear picked up his kilt from the wreckage of the gym. The equipment was painted in their semen, Scottio noticed, with much of the upholstery likely damaged from the exposure. Everything smelled of sex, Lorank's sex mostly. The stench was beyond the musk of guys and girls working out hard, unmistakable in its nature. Cum stains would likely not come out of the ceiling tiles. Lorank clasped his kilt around his waist. It dripped semen, and Scottio was pretty sure that Lorank was also still dripping a fresh supply.

"Ah don't worry about it, this sort of thing happens all the time." Bobert offered a hand to the horse and helped Scottio back to his feet. " They'll have this place cleaned up by tomorrow and nobody will be the wiser for what happened. But for now," the otter reached under Lorank's kilt to give the ursine's balls a squeeze, "we should hit the showers. I wanna scrub those pecs. And that belly. And all of this beef."

Lorank picked up the otter and horse, despite Scottio's protesting, and carried the pair to the locker room. Before they rounded the corner, Scottio caught a look of the receptionist staring through the open doors, here mouth open in something between shock and glee. The coyote had her phone out, snapping pictures of the scene of sexual carnage that they had left in their wake.

Scottio disentangled himself from Lorank's grip. "I'll be right there, I just need to take care of something first." He slogged towards her, conscious that he was still naked, still covered in cum, but that she had already seen everything and it wouldn't make a difference at this point anyway. He could not keep the red out of his cheeks from growing stronger the closer he got to her. His dick went down to semi-hard.

"That was unbelievable." She gaped, eyeing him like she had Lorank when they first arrived. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"I'm so, so sorry. I tried really hard to keep it under control but Bobert is kind of wild sometimes. I'm really, completely and totally sorry. What can I do to help fix the gym?" He wrung his hands in front of his crotch, like he was trying to cover himself but was fully aware that such an act was pointless given his size.

"The gym? Oh that's fine don't worry that at all. Your friend - Bobert, that otter - said he has it all under control. I mean that cock of his is just amazing, you know?" She licked her lips, and suddenly Scottio didn't really want to know any more about what had happened between her and Bobert. "Anyway ya, says he knows a gal, his words, that'll have this place fixed right up, and all I had to do was enjoy and take some photos."

"Oh. That's good." Scottio mumbled. "I guess things will be fine then."

"It isn't the first time this has happened either," she continued. "Never with somebody so well endowed though. Or three. Usually it's just two people, and I guess usually it's a guy trying to get a girl. Or it's me." She paused, looking at the clock above her desk. "Ya usually it's me and some guy. You get some really nice guys coming in here, and there's nothing quite like some sex in the gym after they are finished."

"I really don't need to know about any of this," Scottio tried to interject.

"And that bear. Wow, what a hunk. Now that's a real man right there. I guess he is gay though, huh? Damn, what a shame. What I wouldn't give to spend some time with a man like that." She glanced at her phone and sighed through a smile. "Pictures and videos are only good for so much, you know, but they'll be good for a lot for a while."

"I'm going to go shower now." Scottio hurried to the change room. He spared one glance behind him to see the receptionist back to looking through her phone, smiling, reaching down between her legs. The horse made for the showers, very aware of just how filthy the whole ordeal had made him in the end.

The floor near the showers was already more precum than water when Scottio arrived to find the other two. Lorank was trying to clean himself off part by part, his body simply too large to fit under one shower head. Bobert was helping by rubbing soap and shampoo into Lorank's back. The otter was also making sure to grind his cock between the bear's ass crack whenever possible, and was thus causing more trouble than help.

"Bought time you got here." Bobert shook his rear in Scottio's direction. "I'm helping this handsome beefcake out by cleaning his back. How about you return the favour and clean mine?"

"You know," Scottio said as he wet his hands with floral smelling suds and stepped behind Bobert, "I still have no idea why I bother putting up with you some days."

"It's because you love me."

"I somehow very seriously doubt that."

Lorank grunted. His cock throbbed. When he moved to the side to try washing his leg, Bobert and Scottio got to see precum getting washed away, down to the clogged drains. Both of them looked at the other's hard dick, at Lorank's, and there was nothing more that was worth saying for the duration of their time in the shower.

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"I'm sorry," Scotiio repeated. "I really was hoping that your first gym experience was going to be perfectly normal and that nothing was going to happen out of the ordinary. I should have known that Bobert would try something like that. So now I'm sure the whole thing is a bust and I won't force you to go again if you don't want."

Horse and bear were standing near the hot springs. Lorank was taking a small break from carrying barrels, his chest heaving as he breathed. That he could lift anything at all was an amazement to Scottio, who had been unable to crawl out of bed for thirty minutes after waking up. His limbs had never felt quite so heavy before, even when he had managed a more strenuous day at the gym on his own.

Lorank was shirtless and wearing another kilt, clean and dry, Scottio noted. It still did nothing to hide the prodigious equipment with which the ursine was blessed. Because Scottio knew to look for it, he could see the cockhead dangling just below the hem, shadowed enough that it might go unnoticed at a casual glance. It was in some ways more discreet than Scottio's attire, his pants rounded out around the crotch, outlining the shape of dick and nuts that were supposed to be concealed.

"But you see what I was trying to do right? I think the exercise could really help you. Maybe we can find some way to get a gym installed for you here, so you'd be able to work out with nobody else around and you wouldn't have to worry about any otters coming in and trying to get you to have sex with them and then it would just be you and me maybe instead."

Scottio hushed up when Lorank put a finger to the horse's muzzle. The twitching in Scottio's pants grew more noticeable, then slowed as Lorank went back inside to fetch another barrel. Scottio looked over the circle of stones, into the steaming water, seeing his face rippling in the reflection. He dragged his hand through the liquid, distorting his image until it could no longer be seen.

It wouldn't be very different, he knew, even if they set up a gym for Lorank at the onsen. Bobert would once more, as he always did, find his way to them and get involved. Having the construction happening to make space for a gym would disturb Lorank's tranquility. They'd have to buy the equipment, modify it so that it could properly fit Lorank's size and strength, and then maintain it on top of that.

Lorank tapped Scottio on the shoulder, causing the horse to jump. The bear walked towards the back of the main building, through a tangle of thickets that had been allowed to grow. Scottio followed, getting scratched up between thorns and branches that had somehow survived going up against Lorank's bulk.

A row of three crates, covered in a towel, lay between two wooden beams that had been driven into the ground. A log with a barrel on either end of it rested atop the beams. Lorank lay on the crates, grabbed the log, and pushed it into the air. He did a series of barbell presses while Scottio stared. Lorank lowered the log back to rest, where it fit perfectly into grooves that had been carved into the beams.

Logs, crates, and barrels were everywhere, waiting for somebody to come along and shape them into the equipment that would be necessary. Lorank had made himself a bench press sometime after getting back from the gym. It had worked. Scottio could already see how they could turn the smaller logs into dumbbells, or use some of the crates to make a squat rack. If he could get some steel cable and pulleys, he might even be able to help set up some of the more complicated machines for leg extensions. And he was going to have to demonstrate how to do deadlifts so that Lorank would have some way of working out his back.

He hugged Lorank as soon as the bear rose from his exercise. Without a word, Scottio left to find some of the things he would need to get Lorank's gym up and running. The biggest difficulty, he knew, would be keeping it a secret from Bobert for at least a day. If they were really lucky, they could even manage two. Either way, at least Scottio would have a place to watch Lorank work out in private.

Maybe, Scottio decided as he glance to the onsen, hidden away from prying eyes, his motivation hadn't been entirely pure in bringing Lorank to a public gym.