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It was late into the evening and the sun had long since set, leaving the outside world blanketed in a veil of darkness, the lights of the gym one of the few places still showing any signs of life at this time of day. Within the building itself was just as quiet, almost devoid of life with the exception of only a handful of people, mostly staff cleaning up and preparing to go home while the last of the members finished up their routines.

Of those still around was a green scaled dragon clad in a pair of black shorts and a white shirt, both dampened with a sheen of sweat from his prolonged workout, having been there for quite some time. Zhinrak enjoyed the gym at this time of night because of just how quiet and peaceful it was, with only the sound of the radio to keep him company. Occasionally there would be other members using some of the equipment, but much like him they would usually keep to themselves, focusing on their exercise while blocking out the rest of the world with headphones.

Checking the clock upon the wall, it seemed there was still quite some time before the gym officially closed, meaning he could do a few more exercises and still fit a shower in before heading home and took the opportunity to try some situps. Strolling to a rather open corner of the gym he pulled one of the benches over to one side and began to set it up before laying himself upon it. He had kept it fairly level, not wanting to push himself too much as his body already ached from his work out. Hooking his legs over the end he ensured his form was correct with arms held to his side before starting on his first set. After inhaling deeply he began the set, the dragon grunting quietly each time he lifted his torso up, focusing on controlling his breathing before lowering himself down just as gradually, taking each one slow and steady. In his head he counted every situp he successfully completed, each one getting harder than the last as his muscles began to ache once more, yet he prevailed, knowing that the pain meant progress and continued until he reach his self imposed goal. The last few were slow and arduous, the dragon visibly straining to complete them, muscles on the verge of giving up until finally he slumped back onto the padded bench and relaxed. Panting heavily he slowly regained his stamina, enjoying the comforting afterglow while leaning his head back, preparing himself both mentally and physically for the next set.

All that preparation did not have him ready for what was about to happen though. While Zhinrak thought he was alone in the gym, he was unaware of one of the other patrons who apparently had their eye on him for quite some time and was taking advantage of the reptiles weakened and distracted state to approach. The first indication the dragon had of their presence was being enveloped by shadow, the ceiling lights above him blocked out by a hulking mass of masculinity, a figure casually stepping over the bench to stand tall over him. Next was an intense scent that filled the air around him, accompanied by a radiating heat that surrounded him.

Peering upwards, the dragon simply stared in confusion, looking over the black scaled T-Rex that had decided to interrupt his workout, shocked by the attire he was adorned with. The male was wearing just a jockstrap that was ill fitting at best and it struggled to contain an immense bulge so much that he could already see a weighty sac and shaft exposed at the sides. Eventually his gaze met that of the large dinosaur, the black scaled beast simply grinning down at him in return, showing off those bright white teeth of his with a toothy smirk, his whole body glistening under the artificial lights revealing that he had been just as busy as the dragon working out.

"Erm. What are you doi..?" The dragon questioned the males presence, too nervous to make any movements with such a huge male looming over him, knowing that the rex was easily twice his size or more. However, before he could finish asking he received his answer in the form of the the brute casually squatting down upon the dragon, squashing him beneath that intense weight and heat. In an instant he was smothered under the black scaled male, thick thighs framing either side of his head and that massive ass planted right upon his chest. The sudden pressure forced him to grunt and exhale outwards and just as he attempted to regain his breath he was rewarded with a deep lungful of ball sweat as that hefty bulging jockstrap draped right over his muzzle, nestling his nose deep beneath that sac, ensuring it was worked deep under it.

"Hope ya don't mind me using the bench, just need to do a few curls. The name is Flint by the way, nice to meet ya"

The bulky rex growled out in an perverted yet casual manner, that knowing smirk spread across his muzzle making it clear just how intentional his actions were. This was punctuated further by him reaching down with one of those powerful hands to grip the back of the dragons head tightly and really force his muzzle deep into that crotch to prevent any chance of escape.

The feel of those claws scraping lightly at his skull quickly demonstrated the unbridled strength Flint held. Despite this clear demonstration of dominance over him the dragon still struggled as best he could but had been caught in quite a predicament. Those thighs ensured his arms remained stuck by his side and no matter how much he flailed in his panic, he could not free his legs from the bottom of the bench either. The equipment rattled loudly, groaning under the strain of the two sat upon it, yet it did not give way.

Zhinrak was desperate to get free, his mind flooded with so many panicked thoughts about getting caught, while also being filled with the overpowering aroma of sweat soaked rex balls. Each breath he took flooded his lungs with that oddly arousing and addictive scent, filling the room with the audible sound of him snorting it up, having no other choice. Along with those sounds were his muffled moans of protests, growling at the rex who showed no signs at all of listening to those mumbled pleas.

Flint's grin remained spread across his muzzle as the hand upon that dragons head continued to casually grind that snout back and forth, smearing his balls all over those scales shamelessly. The occasional clank of weights rattled at the same time while Flint used his free hand to lift a dumbbell and continue his workout as though this were all normal. All the while he was listening intently to the sounds of struggling and it made his jock pulse and swell in arousal, twitching against that smooth snout while rumbling contently.

"I've seen you around boy, pretend all you like, but I know deep down you love this" Flint teased with a lustful snarl, staring intently at the male trapped beneath him while rocking his hips back and forth, ensuring his scent really stained those green scales, barely able to see that face underneath the rapidly swelling and strained jockstrap clad around his dick.

Desperately the dragon wanted to contest that claim and prove him wrong, but it was hard to deny just how good it felt to be pressed under that musky sweaty stud, having eventually recognized him as one of the many guys he had eyed up in the locker rooms. Trapped between those thighs the heat from earlier only grew stronger along with that scent, stuck within a humid prison of masculinity enough to leave his own scales glistening. Each breath he took intensified his own arousal rapidly to the point of painfully straining his shorts, his struggling gradually fading away as his claws gripped at those powerful legs wrapped around his head.

With every lungful of that rich, heavy ball musk, the dragon become less focused on getting much needed air and more concerned with savoring that smell, letting it overpower and saturate his senses until he was whimpering for it, thrusting his own hips upward in a lust driven craze. By this point the dragons arousal was so strong that he had all but forgetten where he was, eyes rolling back into his head while moaning in bliss.

"You like papa's scent little guy?" Flink asked with a soft chuckle, licking hips lips while relishing the sight of his latest conquest, having ruined his mind so quickly. A deep groan of his own escaped past his lips, basking in the sensation of that warm breath bathing his balls over and over again. Finally his grip on the dragon would loosen, knowing the musk huffing, sweat slurping slut would stay there of his own accord and used opportunity to swap the dumbbell to his other hand. Resuming his reps, the now free hand would rest onto the broken males head, caressing the dragons mane affectionately while allowing him to bask in the rex's intense heat and sweat at his own leisure for a while.

Having succumb to his own perverted desires, even the torrents of fresh sweat drizzling down upon his face no longer deterred the dragon. How much time had passed was lost on Zhinrak, being too intoxicated on that smell to keep track, reveling in the sensation of those heavy, leathery orbs draping over his snout, smothering his muzzle to the point of almost suffocating him. Yet at this point he no longer seemed to care. Instead he nodded in response to Flint while letting out a long, drawn muffled moans, being so bold as to let his tongue lash out and lap beneath that sweaty sack and between the males musky thighs to savor that taste, gradually closing his eyes in bliss. Finally he had submit himself to his new found desire. There was no way he could force himself free so why not enjoy it?

"Mmm. That's it. Right there!" The rex growled out, briefly distracted by the sensation of that warm, wet tongue dragging over his scaled balls and taint, intentionally pressing himself down harder upon the horny dragon to spur him on.

Twitching noticeably, it would be clear to any onlookers (if there were any) just how much the trapped dragon was truly enjoying himself squashed under the rex. Even over the music, the sounds of him snorting and slurping at that sweat stained jock could be heard and his efforts were rewarded with a new and equally intense taste of thick pre. Little encouragement was needed to keep him going now and that hungry tongue lashed at the head of that concealed cock, eager for more of of that rich flavor and drug like smell. The dragon had been driven into a frenzy, saturated in the heat of the rex, able to feel every twitch and throb of those massive balls and swollen cock as they pressed down upon him through that dampened jock.

Unfortunately for Zhin, it would all end just as quick as it had started. With an audible creak of the bench Flint lifted up without warning, relieving the dragon of that overwhelming heat and scent, finally giving him a chance to breath once again. The exposure to the fresh air made him shudder, having grown so accustom to that warmth in such a short time.

Just as casually as he had stepped above him to start with, the rex stepped away, leaving Zhin sprawled out on the bench panting in a lustful daze, watching the stud walk away to return his weights to where the come from. Everything had happened so suddenl that it took the poor dragon a good few moments to remember where he was and to realize that he was now sporting an incredibly obvious erection within his shorts. His own scales glistened with more than just his own sweat, so much so that he could still smell that lingering scent of rex upon himself, his shirt richly saturated with it too, but it was a pale excuse compared the raw aroma he was subjected to mere moments ago.

Just as casual as he ever was, Flint wandered by once again, this time heading towards the locker rooms, making no efforts to hide just how much he enjoyed staring over that dazed and broken dragon still reeling back from the taste of his crotch, knowing that the effect he had on him was very profound indeed.

"I'm heading to the lockers now. If you hurry, can join me Zhin." He growled, revealing that he knew the much smaller males name, making the dragon to wonder what else this powerful rex knew about him and how.

Giving him little chance to reply Flint strode towards the locker room, leaving Zhin to replay the scene of what just happened back in his mind, watching that powerful, jock clad and sweaty ass of Flints sway from side to side before disappearing out of the room.

Looking around the gym, Zhin was incredibly thankful that it seemed like they were only ones who were in the room the whole time, allowing him to sit quietly for a few moments while he regained his composure. Gradually the reality of Flint's offer slowly sunk into mind, a rush of excitement overcome him as he quickly decided this was an opportunity he did not want to let slip past and soon made his way towards the locker room as well, walking hastily while poorly attempting to conceal his excitement.