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The sound of metal weights clanging against each other echoed throughout the almost empty gym, followed by the periodic grunts of two men each in mid-workout. It was late at night when the rest of the other patrons had already left for the evening, having finished their exercise already. It's how they preferred it as it meant there was no waiting on someone else to wrap up their set before they could take their place at a station.

The beefcake belting out reps on the bench press was Zak, a rhinoceros-looking Digimon with a golden-yellow and black-striped leathery hide and a mane of luscious dandelion-yellow hair running from the top of his head down his neck. He was currently straining to lift the bar to the apex of his reach, the weights fitted on it being some of the heaviest the gym offered. This, of course, wasn't the most he could've hoisted - far from it, in fact - but he didn't want to go too far as he was the only one who could keep himself safe at the moment.

Sitting up on one of the benches was Brawnto, a blue and cream coloured dragon of considerable heft and thickness, sporting little, ineffectual wings that did nothing for him but give him a cute appeal to contrast against his overwhelming size. One of the biggest differences between him and his buddy, Zak, was that while the Digimon preferred to have both some kind of top and bottom on him when working out, Brawnto rocked just a pair of gym shorts that looked practically painted on.

The dragon was hunched over, curling nearly the largest dumbbell the gym offered. It took the pair of them a while to search for a place that could cater to their larger-than-average needs and were thrilled to bits when they found the establishment they were at now. They'd each pushed themselves farther than they ever could've before, far beyond what the normal clientele could.

They were actually here past closing, not something normally allowed there. It took years of good behaviour to build up enough rapport with the owner to even get the chance to ask him to let them stay after hours, but that coupled with the promise that they'd keep the place in pristine condition when they were finished with their workout won them the privilege of exercising without anyone else getting in the way. It was a pretty sweet deal if one were to ask either of them about it.

In a huff, Zak finds himself finishing up the last rep of his final set, setting the bar back on its rests. He'd zoned out a bit by the end of his routine, something that happened due to being so familiar with the exercises he did. One by one, he carefully loosened the weights on the bar and reracked them in their appropriate positions so that they could be easily found again. He then diligently wiped down the equipment he was just using, making sure to catch all the sweat caused by his exertions.

Grabbing his water bottle and taking a swig to rehydrate himself, he looked over to where his friend was and saw that he still hadn't completed his set yet. He sauntered over to one of the benches beside and plopped his muscled rear down, relishing the chance to rest after pushing himself. "Hey Brawnto." A cheeky grin grew across his face.

"Hey," Brawnto snorted through grit teeth, "what's up?" The last part of his sentence nearly came out as one indistinct noise.

"Thought I'd pop on by to see how you were doing. I just did all my stuff, got myself pretty worked up." The yellow Digimon straightened up his back and brought his sumptuously beefy arms in close to his sides, puffing out his barrel chest as a result. "It gave me a really good pump going on, wouldn't you agree?"

Brawnto was struggling to keep the peak of his curl going when he foolishly decided to shoot his gaze up to the mirror the pair of them were facing. In an instant, he felt his face going flush and his grip falter slightly from the sight staring him right in the face. Those deliciously stuffed pectorals were stretching the fabric of the tank top his friend was wearing to its absolute limit, not even able to contain all his bulk as some of it poured out the sides. Even the straps of the shirt weren't entirely touching his skin when he flexed his upper torso, triangle pockets of air separating the fabric from his body due to how far the Digimon's traps and chest pushed out from his frame.

The dragon gave his head a gentle shake and brought his focus back to his exercise. Readjusting his grip, he pulled his hand in an arc towards his bulging bicep, an act that was harder than it looked due to fatigue setting in. Slowly, but surely, the blue scaly brough the dumbbell closer and closer to where he wanted it until he finally reached the zenith of his curl. "Fifty!" Brawnto wheezed as he held the heavy weight in place for a moment before letting it gingerly drag his arm down to the floor.

"Are you doing your other arm now?" Zak inquired, leaning his hand back on the bench.

Brawnto shook his head, a few sweat drops hitting his massively brawny quads. "Nah, that's the one I started my curls with." He let the dumbbell onto the padded floor with a soft thud before he doubled over, resting his arms on his knees for support. A couple months ago he'd have struggled to just do even one rep with that weight, let alone fifty with each arm. It was a testament to his dedication and perseverance that he was able to achieve the gains he did in such a small amount of time.

"Come on," Zak reached over and nudged the dragon, "keep that water intake going."

"Yeah, I know. I got it." Brawnto leaned to the foot of the bench and snatched his water bottle, bringing it to his mouth and squeezing a gulp down his gullet. Just the sensation of the water hitting his parched throat was enough to revitalize him a bit.

"Feeling better now?" Zak slumped over somewhat, his head resting on his hand while his arm leaned on his gigantic thigh.

Brawnto stretched out one of his arms, his opposite hand clamped onto his bicep and feeling it flex and contract. "Much." He gave off a wry smirk. "Enough to recognize that you were playing dirty with your reflection back there."

"Me?" Zak sat up and brought his hand to his chest in faux offense. "Surely you jest!" Sarcasm dripped from his words.

"Not this time, I'm afraid." Brawnto chuckled before standing up in front of the Digimon. "But I do know that I can do it better."

"Oh," Zak chortled, knowing where this was going, "Them's fighting words."

Brawnto rested his hand on his hips, a competitive gleam in his eye. "Oh, but it's true. You know I do it so much better." He twisted himself every so slightly, bringing his arm up and flexing every muscle in his body needed for a side chest pose. The arm in front of his body bulged out immensely, complimenting his prodigious pecs in their act of flexion. Confidence radiated off the dragon, seemingly emanating from the smirk he wore on his face.

"Yawn." Zak pantomimed the motion of covering his mouth before shooting his buddy a cocky grin. "Please, we both know I do it better!" In one fell swoop, the Digimon brought both arms down and towards the middle of his torso into a most muscular pose. His entire upper body bulged out, showcasing all the hard work he'd proudly put into himself over the years. Pencil-thick veins snaked their way down each of his biceps, though they didn't mirror each other.

The pair of them maintained eye contact the entire time they held their poses, neither wanting to be the first to give up before the other. They both remained resolute in their posturing before simultaneously slackening their bodies, letting their arms go limp at their sides. The two of them had to catch their breaths as each of them were holding onto them when they were tensed up.

"I totally had you beat there." Zak playfully chirped the other bodybuilder, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth.

Brawnto wiped the sweat off his brow with his meaty forearm, his blue hair matted against his head. "Not a chance in hell!" He stood straight up and crossed as much of his arms along his enormous chest as he could. "I had that in the bag."

"Agree to disagree." Zak dismissed the banter with a wave of his hand. "Shall we call it a tie?"

"Yeah, that's fine by me." Brawnto nodded his head. "What now?"

Zak grabbed the cloth he'd been wiping down the equipment he used with. "Clean then shower?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Brawnto had to search for where he kicked his cloth to but was then able to take the spray bottle of sanitizer and use it to thoroughly wipe down everything he just used before putting it back in its proper place.

Tired and looking forward to the soothing feeling of water cascading down their aching bodies, the pair of them made their way to the men's locker room where the showers were located. This was unironically one of their favourite parts of their workouts, but not for the reason one might expect from them.

On every other occasion, the pair of them would stick close by to each other to tease the other one while they cleaned themselves off, but at the gym they had both had discovered stalls on the opposite sides of the showers that they ended up preferring. It hampered the fun they could've had with each other, but at the very least it sped up their bathing by a fair bit.

Their routines had grown incredibly synchronized over the years as they both finished their showers at roughly the same time. Pleasantly exhausted, the both of them made their way to their lockers and opened them, grabbing their stuff out. They sleepwalked through getting themselves ready, putting on their clothes and freshening up without even thinking about it. The last thing they needed to do was down the protein shakes they brought with them, both of them shaking their bottles with metal whisk balls inside and subsequently guzzling every last drop of their nourishing drink.

Exiting the change room, the pair of them did one last survey of the gym before they left for the night. They didn't see anything left out of place or obviously needing to be wiped down so they headed straight for a back door that you can only open from the inside if you don't have a key to the building. It was the only door in the entire facility that had that feature, which is why they were able to stay so late in the first place.

The drive back to Zak's house was mercifully relaxing and uneventful, allowing the two to unwind a bit with tunes and air conditioning before having to get out into the summer air again. Thankfully for the both of them, it was later in the evening, so it had cooled down considerably. Stepping out of the Digimon's truck, they made their way inside his home to the laundry room where they threw the stuff in their gym bags into the washing machine, all except for a certain pair of garments they were imminently about to use.

They grabbed their swim trunks and headed off to Zak's pool for a nice dip in the heated water, a way to soothe their tender muscles and to unwind any tension they still had. Neither of them wanted to waste any time so they shucked their clothes off as hastily as they could and slung their shorts on before getting in.

Zak edged into the warm water by way of the steps built into the side of the pool closest to his back door. Each stride brought him further into the pool, the surface getting broken by more and more of his bulk. It wasn't long before he was standing on the bottom, though he dropped to his knees to submerge as much of himself as he could. He then dunked his head underwater to thoroughly immerse himself. Pushing his feet against the floor, he propelled himself upward, breaching the surface and catching his breath. The act of emerging from the pool splashed water all around him, as did wiping the hair out of his eyes.

Brawnto, meanwhile, opted for a different approach to entering the pool. Making his way over to the deep end, he positioned himself in such a way that gave him a bunch of room to work with and jumped, diving into the water. He wouldn't have ever dared to do that in any other home pool, but he knew the Digimon's was deep enough to accommodate that. Plus, he just liked showy entrances.

The commotion caught the attention of the other bodybuilder, however he couldn't help but raise a brow and wryly smirk at the aftermath of the jump. Floating daintily on the surface of the water was the dragon's red swim trunks. It seemed like their owner realized they were parted and rapidly swam to them, snatching the shorts and reclothing himself under the water. Zak had to snicker when his friend surfaced to catch his breath. "Someone was a bit too eager it seems." He leaned along the side of the pool.

"Yeah, yeah." Brawnto's cheeks glowed a rosy pink as he tied the drawstring tighter, making sure it was secure this time. "Like that's never happened to you before."

"Can't say that it has. Unlike you, I take my time with things." Zak began to swim over to the blue dragon. "Honestly, you'd lose your head if it wasn't secured to your neck."

Brawnto rolled his eyes, unimpressed at the quip. "That'd be a little difficult with the traps I've got." He shot back, flexing his thick neck as best as he could. "There babies are stronger than most people's arms!"

"Relax," Zak cooed, treading water with his feet, "I'm only joking." He pulled the other man in close to him with a beefy arm. "You're too wound up sometimes."

"It's just that these things tend not to happen to you." Brawnto cocked a brow. "You're just lucky like that, somehow."

Zak went and swam a lap around the scaly. "Mmm, I wouldn't call it luck, per se, moreso that I don't rush into things like you do." He twirled delicately in the water, the only place where someone as elephantine as he was could be graceful with his motions. "Come on and swim with me."

"Alright, I'm coming." Using the power in his huge legs, Brawnto pushed off the edge of the pool into a swimming motion. He was able to catch up to the Digimon with ease. "And I'm here now."

Zak pushed himself along with his rippling arms, creating a bit of a current while doing so. "Good, now enjoy yourself. That's why we're here." He lunged for the other man's hand and pulled him simultaneously as well.

Brawnto used the momentum generated by his buddy to carry his weight forward. Now in control of his own motion, he was soon able to pass the rhino with the force he was able to generate from his powerful limbs. The dragon was exquisitely elegant gliding through the water.

Swimming lost its lustre at some point so the pair of them looked for something else to pass the time in the water. They happened upon a beach ball off to the side of the pool, though it got a fair bit deflated due to neglect. A single puff from the dragon was all it took to get it operational again. The two of them tossed it around for a while before moving on to pretend sword fighting with pool noodles. Eventually they grew tired of swimming altogether after being in the pool for about an hour and opted to get out and go back inside.

Each of them grabbed the towel they brought with them, drying themselves off as best they could. Grabbing their clean clothes, they ambled their way back inside the house to Zak's washroom, though the Digimon made a pitstop in the laundry room to rotate their gym clothes into the dryer. They each hung their swimming trunks and towels on the shower curtain railing so as to give them a chance to let the water drain out into the shower basin. All that was left to do now was put their clothes back on.

They both decided to get changed in Zak's room, even though there was plenty of space in the rest of the house to do so. The Digimon savoured the warm, dry feeling of his clothes, taking his time to put them on. That's when he let his eyes wander over to the other man in the room, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat.

The very first thing he saw was Brawnto's muscled rear right out in the open as the other bodybuilder was facing away from him. He'd been trying to fit a too-tight jockstrap over his junk, not realizing that he'd outgrown that size ages ago. Zak had to regulate his breathing so as to not let the blue-scaled dragon hear otherwise.

Zak's eyes couldn't help but jump up to that mountainous, scaly back, observing how each muscle moved in regard to continuing trying in vain to get that jock on. It gave the rhino a good view of those lats, salivating over the wide wingspan, as if large enough to land an airplane on them.

He couldn't help himself from letting his eyes wander back down to that dimpled booty, now clad in those ass framers Brawnto struggled to slip on. The straps seemed like they were stretched to their limit by the globular cheeks, nearly shearing at the seams in some areas. Zak was taken aback by just how inviting the whole display was.

The yellow rhino then laid his gaze upon what he believed were the largest quads he'd ever seen. The hamstrings that stared him in the face were currently in flexion due to the tension the dragon was currently feeling from wrestling with the jockstrap still. There was barely any space in between his legs because of all the bulk stuffed into them, forcing his junk to sit in front of his thighs where it was presently cradled by strained fabric. They were capped off by teardrop impeccable calves that the scaly worked hard to achieve.

Brawnto turned around in a huff, his lips pursed in frustration. "Damn, I really don't fit into these anymore, huh?" He looked down at his crotch where part his cock could be seen peeking over the brim of the jockstrap.

Zak's nostrils flared at the sight. "I'll say. They leave nothing to the imagination." He hoped the dragon would just give up and take them off.

"Yeah," Brawnto snorted in annoyance, "these aren't comfortable at all." He took a claw and ripped them clean off, not even giving a care about them at all.

Zak's breathing instantly increased at the presentation of dragonhood he unwittingly was attending. Even flaccid, the other man's cock and balls were an impressive specimen that would make any other guy envious. His eyes flitted upwards and he gasped, not expecting the dragon to be making eye contact and wearing an impish grin across his face.

"See something you like? I don't blame you for looking, I think I'm pretty impressive myself." Brawnto proudly boasted between the pair of them. He placed his hands on his hips, allowing the Digimon to get a good view of his expansive torso. "Though, that's not the only thing you should pay attention to. Between the gym and the pool I think I've still got my pump going." Flexing each side of his chest, he bounced his pectorals in a rhythmic pattern to really get his friend going. "Wanna feel for yourself?"

"Oh, uh..." Zak blushed something fierce, feeling his loins stir in his own briefs.

Brawnto could only smirk at the rhino's bashfulness. "Go on." He flashed a warm smile, indicating that he didn't mind being felt up.

"Okay," Zak agreed shyly, "alright, yeah." The yellow Digimon made his way to the other man, holding out his hand to gingerly caress that barrel chest. Immediately he was met with rock-hard resistance, which inadvertently caused him to be fondling that pec instead, bringing his other hand on board to do the same. There was sinewy bulk wherever his hands travelled, all except for those fat nipples which his fingers found purchase on.

"Ooh." Brawnto moaned in ecstasy. His titanic tool was beginning to chub up from the stimulation caused by his hardening nips being played with. "Guess I should get in on the fun too." He uttered sultrily, running his meaty hands down his buddy's brawny arms. His many ministrations coaxed out tiny, involuntary flexes along the yellow biceps, their owner feeling a shiver rip through his spine. The dragon continued his full body massage along the other man's back, inadvertently bringing him closer to himself, not that either of them minded.

Zak gasped at the feeling of his pecs suddenly contacting his friend's prodigious pair, his hands smooshed between them. He could feel the scaly's hands wander along his sides, the fingers contouring around all his muscular nooks and crannies. They eventually got to his briefs, stopping for a second, before plunging past the elastic waistband and into the plush fabric.

"You don't need to be wearing this thing." Brawnto spread his hands apart, pulling the underwear away from the Digimon's pelvis. He then tugged them down, revealing the bodybuilder's totally erect phallus. "Oh ho, ho, ho! What do we have here?" With a little more vigour, he yanked the briefs down even further to the point where he let gravity do the rest, them eventually resting at the rhino's ankles.

"Ah." Zak's cheeks lit up a crimson red. Any words he came up with got caught in his throat, unable to be spoken. He exhaled sharply and retrieved his hands from their muscled prison before wrapping them around his friend.

Brawnto chuckled. "Seems you're as excited as I am." His monolithic prick throbbed with every heartbeat, one that the Digimon could feel as they were sandwiched against each other between their cobblestone abs.

"That might be something too close to tell." Zak felt a rush of giddy energy shoot through him as he ground his cock onto the other member.

The pair of them could feel the upper halves of their bodies heating up, though for the life of them they couldn't understand why. That is until they uncontrollably found themselves drawn closer and closer to each other, their muzzles now scant centimetres away from the other. Heavy breathing came from both of them as their mouths seemed to magnetise together, forming a strong kiss neither of them wanted to break. Their tongues danced with one another, with one taking the lead after the other. This heated embrace lasted several moments, the passion so powerful between them that they found themselves on top of Zak's double king-sized bed.

They continued making out, grunts escaping their throats as they thrashed against each other. Brawnto suddenly pulled his mouth away and puffed, a string of saliva connecting their tongues. A low whine sounded from his throat as he repositioned himself. "God, I need this so badly." Grabbing a hold of the rhino's sides for stability, he angled his pelvis in such a way that his dick was lined up with the other man's asshole.

Zak couldn't help himself and moaned when he felt that cock brush against his ample butt. He shifted his legs in such a way his rear entrance was more open, displaying his pucker to the other bodybuilder. The thick rod then pressed against his delicate ring of muscle, smearing the pre oozing from the tip all over his quivering hole. He moaned again, the anticipation of what's to come almost unbearable for him to take.

Brawnto spends several moments with his cockhead teasingly pressed up to and around the hole, even using his hand for better guidance. Finally, he felt he'd done a good enough job of lubing up and went to give the signal to the yellow Digimon. "Alright, here it comes."

Zak loudly gasped when he felt the girthy shaft start to penetrate him. The length pushed inside him, using the pre drooling out the cockhead as a means to get in deeper. He was grateful the whole thing was taken slowly as the blue dragon was an incredibly large man to take quickly.

Brawnto kept going steady until he eventually felt his pelvis touch asscheek - he was in balls deep. He let himself linger there a moment or two before signalling to the other that he was about to go. "Ready?" He called out. Slowly, but surely, he pulled out gingerly, eliciting a pleasured groan from the man underneath him.

Zak was taking everything like a champ. Despite his fingers firmly grasping his bedsheets, he was actually enjoying himself getting split in two by the scaly's thick dragonhood. It eventually got to the point where that meatlog was nearly out of his anal cavity, and though his buddy asked him if he was good to go, he didn't need to hear anything to know what was coming next.

Brawnto pressed forward even harder than last time, plowing into the other bodybuilder with much more force. He then repeated the same motion, it becoming easier than the last time. Not only was the lubrication allowing for his rod to glide in and out at a much faster rate, but the rhino was also loosening up a lot more. This got him to build up a much faster pace, now pistoning in and out of that cavity like lightning.

Zak could only lay there, letting out a staggered laugh as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His arms had migrated above his head, now gripping onto the headboard, and flexing with every thrust inside him. He could feel that mighty cock jackhammer against his prostate, flattening it like it was a button meant for pleasure. It got pressed again and again, the euphoria rocketing through his nervous system coaxing out a lascivious moan.

Brawnto's tempo remained steady, humping against that globular booty with animalistic ferocity. Sweat was building up along the ridge of his brow because of the exertion. His hands had moved to the Digimon's overly stuffed pectorals, groping the diamond-hard musculature when it tensed up. He snorted, feeling the pressure build up inside his taint. He was getting close.

Zak, meanwhile, felt the dragon's cock throb from his heartbeat inside his anal cavity, a sensation so exhilarating that it threatened to send him over the edge right then and there. He held on, not wanting to blow his load so early. His balls were absolutely roiling with seed and were ready to blow.

Brawnto could sense his thrusts coming to a halt, the slowdown an obvious indicator that he was about to nut hard. All he was able to muster was a few last good humps before his balls pulled up and the floodgates opened. He cried out in lust as his cum tanks drained, his dragonbatter having nowhere to go but through his girthy cock and into the bowels of the rhino. He knew that he was a productive guy as he'd filled condoms many times but translating that to another guy was a whole other story.

Having a load blown into him was all that Zak was waiting for, allowing his prick to finally erupt. He howled in glee as his testicles released everything they were storing, causing him to shoot long, sticky ropes of Digicum all over his wall, his bed, and himself. He was painting everything in the line of fire a pearlescent white.

Brawnto wheezed, keeping his crotch as close to the other man's ass as possible to coax out the last remaining dribbles of his jizz. When it was all said and done, he stopped his gyrating and went to catch his breath. Running his fingers through his blue hair, he looked at what he caused the man underneath him to do to himself and chuckle. He wouldn't laugh much longer as he gradually pulled his cock out of the rhino's gaping anal cavity and watched as the cum poured from it. "Oh shit!"

Zak didn't have to get up to understand what the dragon was surprised at. "Ah, it's nothing. I can take care of it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Zak panted heavily, "don't worry about it."

Brawnto shrugged his shoulders - his host knew best. "So what do we do now? Wanna go watch some TV?" He gently picked himself up, careful not to drip all over the carpet as he gathered up his clothes.

Zak groggily lifted his head, cocking a brow when he looked at the other man. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I was gonna put on my clothes." Brawnto was unsure of how to answer that question.

"When you're like that?" Zak asked incredulously. "I don't think so. You're showering now." Needing both hands to move himself, he gets out of bed and makes his way over to the other man. "Move it, mister!" The Digimon slapped the blue dragon on the ass.

This caught Brawnto off guard. "Yes, dad." He replied snarkily.

Zak gave Brawnto's asscheek a firm squeeze. "Keep that up and I'll have you calling me that for real."