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There were no pads to accentuate their chests and shoulders, but the pair of hybrid canines that exited the locker room looked absolutely _stunning_in their tight, clinging football pants and the jerseys that rested upon their torsos.

The only clue that they might not be the same person was the difference in the numbers on their jerseys: Aaron demanded that he be allowed to wear number 69, and though Zech was rolling his eyes at that the entire time, he picked 68, thinking that there should be one way to tell them apart once they were out on the gym floor.

"He's over there...doing curls like he's ever going to have the kind of biceps he needs to attract some attention," Aaron muttered, throwing Mauser under the bus before he even had a chance to defend his workout routine. "Think we should give him a lesson on what real muscles look like?"

Zech was naturally built like a tank, and even a little bit of time in the gym was enough to bring out the finer details and lines of his musculature: it was a blessing that he didn't take for granted, but he didn't have the same level of arrogance about his physique that Aaron did.

Even though he'd imparted a good amount of his personality onto Aaron just by virtue of the transformation, there were still small bits of the wolf that refused to be silenced. They were getting quieter by the minute; the tone of his voice was still catching up to the softer, smokier husk that came with the territory, but Aaron was taking all the motivation that Zech originally had for the prank and running with it.

"Just don't go shooting your shot before you're ready," Zech cautioned his clone, giving him a quick nudge in the curled hallway beyond the locker room entrance. "It's gonna be fun to play this prank, but we've gotta make sure we do it right...and for the second part...we don't want to get ourselves banned."

"You really think they'd throw us out for having a little too much fun with our prank?"

Zech snickered. "Considering that this is a public gym? I know that we've got the place almost entirely to ourselves, but I don't think we should push our luck too far," he suggested. "Let's get his attention, mess with him a bit...and see where the night takes us."

Though he still had the original inner voice screaming at him to do something more, there was a suppression of that voice; the overarching personality of Zech had overtaken Aaron, keeping him from acting out and shooting their plan in the proverbial foot.

"In that case...who's going first?"

Zech stepped around the corner and stretched his arms overhead, tugging at the edges of the jersey and seeing what level of mobility he'd have in the tight grip of the fabric. "My plan, so I suppose I'd better go first," he suggested. "Just don't wait too long to come around, hm?"

He knew Aaron was dying to take his first steps out onto the floor to mess with Mauser; making him wait a few moments longer was just part of the fun for him, at that point.

Guess we'll find out just how well that serum took. Still not sure he's gonna be able to stay on script, Zech thought, but at that point, the plan was a go: he was already around the corner and walking past the mirror, taking the moment to admire himself and the way the football uniform clung to his body.

He was a good looking hybrid, and though he wasn't arrogant about it, he was glad to see that the years of hard work were still paying off...and at that, paying dividends: he could already feel a set of eyes watching his every move, and from across the massive, empty gym, there was only one person who could offer such a piercing gaze.

"Seems we've already started, haven't we?"

His head turned, and he noticed Mauser was just starting to approach a flat bench and an open rack before the gripping uniform caught his eye.

"And he's going to a bench? This is gonna be even easier than I thought..."

There wasn't much rhyme or reason to the layout of the gym: whereas most gyms had areas designated for cardio machines, free weights and guided weights in separate places, this one was arranged with a little less logic than that, and for Mauser's convenience, the corner furthest from the entrance had a few random items laying around it.

The bench was the best of all, and he didn't have to fight the usual, daytime crowds of other gymgoers to claim it as his own...but he was silently hoping that the football team was about to go for a spontaneous, midnight workout.

He couldn't have guessed that he was about to be the target of a rather elaborate prank, and as he watched Zech walk past his bench and shoot a rather obvious wink in his direction, he offered a timid, confused wave.

The Doberman couldn't remember the last time someone showed that kind of interest in him on such a whim, but just as he was getting ready to lay back and do his first set on the flat bench, he looked to the exit of the locker room and saw the same hybrid exiting, wearing exactly the same uniform, and flashing the same wink a second time.

When he whipped his head around, the original Zech was nowhere to be found, and Aaron was coming closer to him, using that distraction to close the gap between them before Mauser had a chance to pipe up about what was going on.

"Probably not the best idea to be out here lifting alone, you know," Aaron suggested. Even before he properly approached the bench, he could see a shift in the focus of Mauser's eyes: despite being a gym rat, the canine was used to being able to sneak peeks at other gymgoers throughout the evening...but this time, he was being forced to be obvious about where his gaze was drifting. "You want a spotter? I could work in with you."

Just sitting there and staring probably wasn't the best response, but it was all that Mauser could manager for the first few seconds. He sat up from his flat position and rubbed his eyes: he was absolutely sure that he was seeing the man in front of him, but he couldn't keep from looking around again to see if he could find the doppelganger.

He was sure that he'd seen two of the same player, but as Aaron came closer, only one player absorbed his attention. Mauser was willing to accept that he'd just imagined seeing him exit the locker room twice, now that he was looking upon what he thought was the genuine article.

"Yeah, t-that...that's probably not a bad idea," Mauser finally piped up, his voice allowing a hint of that disbelief to slip into his words. "Dunno if I'm quite gonna be up to your level with a chest like that, but I'll do my best to keep up with you."

"We'll work at your pace," Aaron replied, his voice perfectly embracing the gentlemanly drawl of Zech's attitude. "I'm the one that's imposing on you, after all."

It was a good point, given the empty state of the massive gym around them, but this time in particular, Mauser was more than happy for the company.

"Not imposing in the least," Mauser assured him. "I've probably been playing a bit too fast and loose by doing this on my own so often, but...I tend to get a little distracted when I'm here during normal hours. I didn't think I'd run into anyone so helpful this late at night."

"Amazing what happens when you go out and take a chance on improving your health, isn't it?" Aaron asked, still finding it a little strange that even his manner of speaking was reminiscent of the way Zech would have addressed the young Doberman. "You just let me know if I'm pushing you a little too hard...I wanna make sure that you get the best workout that you possibly can."

The chance to workout with a star football player was such an enticing prospect that Mauser would have gladly just given Aaron the bench if he requested it, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he wouldn't have kept working out on the bench one stall over.

He would have sat there and watched Aaron workout, bewildered at the impressive bulk of his musculature, and retreated to the locker room after just a couple of minutes to take care of an already obvious problem.

"Just don't let me hold you back," Mauser carried on, doing his best not to sound intimidated and, perhaps worse, aroused. "Want me to help you load the bar up, or...?"

"Nah, just lay back and I'll start tossing the weights on," Aaron offered. "Like I said, I'm the one that's imposing!"

Having a lifting partner that was so attractive would have been a welcome bonus in the first place, but having someone that was willing to load the weights onto the bar for him was a step beyond that: Mauser felt as though he was being spoiled as he went flat against the bench and watched, drinking in the sight of the impressive hybrid.

With his new, larger body, Aaron could swing weights around with greater ease than he ever would have expected, and loading a pair of 45 pound plates onto the bar was a breeze...though it was still quite a bit easier to lean over when he was all done to pick up a pair of lifting straps.

"You might wanna use these, though."

Typically, the tough, leather straps were only used when doing a pulling motion in the gym, and they were perfect for those who needed to develop their grip strength for deadlifts and shrugs.

Mauser didn't quite understand Aaron's logic, but in the face of such a bulky, experienced lifter, the Doberman wasn't willing to question what he had to think was a trade secret.

"To...t-to do the bench?" Mauser asked anyway, but he wasn't stopping Aaron when the coywolf stood over the top of his head and began tying the strap around his wrist. "I guess it'd make sure I don't lose the bar..."

"Precisely!" Zech agreed, approaching from the other side and fastening the second strap to Mauser's left arm. "If you were to drop the bar on yourself with this kind of weight, well...that'd just be a disaster, and we can't have that."

Any amount of weight would have been problematic if it dropped on Mauser's face; he was just glad he hadn't lifted the bar from the catches when the second voice roamed over his ears and the presence of another hybrid, identical in appearance to the first, came and stood over him on the other side of his head.

He blinked hard , caught off guard more by the presence of a twin body than he was by the strap that bonded his paws to the bar.

"Looks like he's really struggling to get this weight up," Aaron suggested. "Maybe we need to help him out? I don't think he properly warmed up..."

Zech and Aaron shared a gaze that told just how much they had become the same person: there was a sense of encouragement to the entire act, stemming from Zech's naturally positive personality, but as Aaron had come to learn, staying upbeat about everything was just par for the course...and it added a different element of excitement to the act to come.

There was still force and control to his every act, but there wasn't a mean, domineering flair to Zech's approach, as he took the encouraging spot over the middle of Mauser's head. "Go ahead and head on down to the other side, then. I'll fire him up from here just fine..."

Even though they'd trapped him in a distant corner of the gym, Mauser could have screamed out for help, but there were a few things to consider before he did that...chief among them was the undeniable arousal he felt when it was just Aaron standing over his head.

Now that he was seeing double, he couldn't hide the bulge of his erection against the front of his tight, tiny shorts, and the reality was dawning on him that the straps around his wrists weren't just a part of the act: they were holding fast and keeping his paws against the bar, even when he tried to shrink his paws back into themselves.

He knew that shouldn't have been an even greater turn-on...but precum was leaving a damp spot against thin fabric, even before Aaron had a chance to reach down and stroke a paw over the messy, obvious stain.

"I think he's plenty fired up," Aaron claimed. "In fact, if we push him too much further, he's bound to pop...I think maybe we should be trying to cool him down."

Mauser gulped. "You know, you two are really_friendly, but I'm not sure how..._helpful you are to my exercise routine. I can handle this on my own; honest!"

There wasn't a massive amount of weight on the bar, but if Mauser was foolish enough to move it off the catches, he would only trap himself under another layer of cleverly designed bondage: the pair of hybrids thought of everything, and clearly, they knew their target well enough to know that their only real risk of getting caught was if they made too much noise.

Zech wasn't the most vocal lover in the first place, and with his body duplicated, Aaron would be following suit...but they'd have to make sure that Mauser stayed nice and quiet until they were done playing their prank on him...if they could still call it that.

"Sure you could," Zech agreed. "We both know that...but it's a lot safer to lift with a spotter, you know."

Settling his open legs around either side of Mauser's face and lowering himself just enough that the Doberman could smell the fresh scent of recent sex on his body, Zech pinned the smaller canine without ever properly touching him...and the presence of his crotch made it easy to muffle any of the groans of delight that came as Aaron went to work on the other end.

"Speaking of spotters...we can't see all around us all the time," Zech continued. "If you wanna have a little fun with us, you're gonna have to keep your voice down; would be a real shame if you got caught moaning like a little bitch between a pair of football players, wouldn't it?"

Aaron was surprised to hear that kind of language from Zech, knowing how upright and proper the hybrid was the majority of the time.

He knew Zech could be a proper gentleman when the situation called for it, but he was delighted to hear words that toed the line of talking dirty, and outright belittling their capture.

"Pretty sure that's exactly what he wants ," Aaron theorized. "Probably be harder for him to keep his mouth shut than it'd be for him to lift that bar from the catch..."

"He's not moving the bar anytime soon," Zech answered for Mauser, making sure the Doberman wasn't going to get any wise ideas. "He's got something else to lift that's plenty heavy enough...especially when he won't be using his paws at all."

The growing intoxication of the musk upon the end of his muzzle kept Mauser from forming a proper reply, but Zech was delighted with his efforts: the pressure and warmth of a struggling pair of lips tickled against the underside of the hybrid's sack, just as eager to know the proper scent of the coywolf as they were to express the same out loud.

"Not even gonna let him use them to guide it in?"

"After all the work you put in to make sure that he keeps a nice, tight grip on the bar?" Zech asked, lowering himself that much further and practically smothering the Doberman in the process. "I'd hate to undo all of that just to make things easier on him...he's gotta learn to push himself if he's gonna unlock his full potential."

If there was anything to be learned or unlocked from that moment, at least for Mauser, it was that he'd become entirely too trusting of strangers, and he thought with his dick more often than any other part of his body.

As he drank in the scent of the overwhelming male and pressed the flat of his tongue into the covered bulge, he still hadn't determined if the lesson to be learned was a good thing or a bad thing, but feeling the freedom of his legs as they spread over either side of the bench, he didn't think he could outright reject the lesson that was being offered.

"You might be onto something," Aaron agreed, grinning wide at the sight of a full, erect cock as Mauser's length sprang free. "And if you're right, I probably shouldn't just finish him off nice and easy, should I?"

It would have been easy: there was so much precum leaking from the Doberman that even a subtle brush across the shaft of his member would turn the casual drip to a full, messy gush...but the second coywolf wasn't going to give Mauser such an easy time with their first group workout.

He didn't think it would be much of a prank if the canine in the middle was the one who enjoyed himself the most, but there were some things they couldn't help.

Mauser's enjoyment was, for the moment, out of their realm of control...and with each added step of depravity, they only added to the heights of excitement that he would experience.

"Not if you want him to feel the burn," Zech played along, snickering at his own joke. "If we're gonna give him a proper workout, we've gotta stretch him out nice and slow, dude."

Clothes were coming off in rapid succession as the action picked up. The tug of Mauser's shorts was only the first casualty: he wore no boxers underneath, ever the risky gymgoer, but there was one extra piece of clothing for Aaron to remove before he was adequately prepared to start his own workout.

The jockstrap was completely unnecessary for what they were about to do, but it ended up playing a role that Aaron considered crucial...after all, when they reached the grand finale, they wouldn't be able to guarantee that the Doberman would be able to keep quiet.

That was all according to their plan, but with Zech dipping the tip of his exposed member into the smaller canine's lips, he remained none the wiser.

"I suppose you've got a point," Aaron agreed. "If you're handling his oral stretches, I suppose you don't mind if I start working on the glutes? I'd hate for him to pull something back here."

The little bit of positivity and humor about the act was a sign of just how deeply Zech's personality was influencing Aaron: the transfer of his physicality made them appear the same on the surface, but much to the surprise of the original coywolf, his clone was picking up his mannerisms in rapid fashion and even expanding on them as he went.

It all felt familiar and organic, making the entire scenario a little more comfortable and enjoyable for Zech...and the tiniest hint of narcissism and curiosity added to his arousal as he watched a perfect clone of himself slide into place between the legs of the helpless Doberman...all while the same, submissive canine leaned up from his pinned bondage and started eagerly sucking away.

"Give him a good, deep stretch, then," Zech suggested. "Don't be afraid to really get in there...always better to go a little too far with it than a little too short, after all."

That was the opposite of the truth, but they were far past the point of going for a genuine workout any longer: they were just keeping up the humorous words of their game, as if they were daring each other to be the first to break character.

"Speaking of going too far with it, you think you're gonna push him to his limits the old-fashioned way?" Aaron asked. Already, he was enjoying the display of Zech holding the smaller creature by the shoulders and using him as a platform to balance himself, but the real winner of the show was the impressive, growing flesh of the hybrid's cock, pushing right past Mauser's lips and growing into the comforting confines of a waiting muzzle.

Proving that he wasn't a stranger to such unusual training methods, Mauser tilted his head, allowing for easier passage and a simpler angle for Zech's length...but where he was used to the method, he wasn't used to the sheer, impressive size that the coywolf could offer.

He was gagging around his mouthful before the reality of that fact settled in: whether he'd been approached by twins, clones, or whatever the situation was, if they were perfect, physical matches of each other, he was going to be in for quite the stretch, when Aaron finally stripped away the protective casing of his jockstrap.

With his neck cranked back and his arms strung out above him, Mauser didn't have a chance to tilt his head forward and watch as Aaron tugged down at the straps, revealing the impressive, growing flesh of his manhood in the process, but he was able to feel the warmth of the same almost immediately: that flesh found it's way below the hanging flesh of Masuer's sack and right into the gap of his thighs without hesitation.

That wasn't entirely Zech's usual method, but if there was any part of Aaron's own thought process left about him, it was the aggression with which he approached a target...and right then, Mauser was nothing more to him than that, waiting to be nailed.

When did he even have a chance to lube that up?_Mauser wondered, able to feel the familiar slickness of the warm lubricant against the inside of his cheeks: his rump was already being lifted up and his thighs pressed toward his own torso as Aaron kept up his rapid, assertive approach. _Were they so sure they could win me over that they lubed up ahead of time?

Some of it was just the remnants of the first round that Aaron and Zech shared together, but as Zech had warned his clone, he was going to need to use a lot more than a bit of natural juice to make his length comfortable for someone smaller to take.

It was a lesson quickly learned, and even with a plentiful coat of the slick, clear fluid coating his shaft, he could feel delicious resistance against the tip of his member as he moved into place, ready to start the first of their official workouts.

"Feels like he's already at his limit," Zech admitted. He could feel the tip of his canine member brushing against the back of Mauser's throat, the tapered head brushing along the smooth, slick flesh and pushing further until the bulge of his length was visible through the unique stretch of Mauser's neck. "I'm more than happy to push him a little bit further, honestly...but I don't think I can do much more with him like this."

"Mind if I make a suggestion?" Aaron asked, through a quiet grunt. He could already feel the resistance that kissed against the tip of his member fading away, and with that quick, delightful penetration. "Because I've got a few ideas that I'm sure he'd love to try out."

"Switching up the routine already?" Zech asked, dipping his thighs slowly and giving himself more of a workout than anyone else, but with each shallow squat of his legs, his cock hammered against the back of the Doberman's throat, forcing long, full strands of spit to spill over the sides of his face. "And here I thought he was just starting to get the hang of this..."

Aaron nodded his agreement. "Probably because that's a little too easy for him," he theorized. "If you really wanna give him a workout, I think we're gonna have to try a unified approach."

Just taking inch after inch of Aaron's manhood was a struggle enough for Mauser, but with his throat completely stuffed, there was no was for him to adequately express that fact: gagging and whimpering around his mouthful wasn't doing the trick, and the added pleasure it conveyed to Zech kept him distracted from just how much the smaller canine was struggling.

If he could properly answer, of course, he wouldn't have admitted that he was struggling, especially when he didn't think that was the right word for his current predicament.

The Doberman was loving every second of the brutal treatment, down to the way that the pair of hybrids completely ignored his stiff, drooling cock in the process of stuffing him from both ends with their own.

"If you really think he can handle all that-

"Based on how much spit he's already poured all over you? I think you'll be lubed up enough," Aaron interrupted.

"I was thinking more about how loosened up he was."

Grinning and pumping hard into the waiting canine, Aaron shared a knowing gaze with the original coywolf: they were pushing the Doberman a bit too far too fast, but they were both enjoying themselves too much to stop the other from carrying on as they were.

If they acted on Aaron's idea, they ran the risk of splitting the poor boy in half, but if Zech was being honest, both with himself and the clone of himself, he was enticed by the prospect.

"Considering how easily he's taking me...r-right from the base to the tip...I think he might be ready to add a little more weight."

Zech was impressed that Aaron was keeping up the less than subtle roleplay that far along, but he let a knowing grin spread over his face as he chuckled and nodded his approval of the idea.

"We may have to make a few adjustments to his position, but that'll give him a chance to catch his breath, I suppose."

"The last chance he's going to get for a while?"

"And then some."

Mauser would have gulped, but swallowing around the impossible mouthful was already proving difficult enough...

**

The idea of strapping the Doberman to the bar and trapping him under it was a great way to get things started, but there was no practical way for the hybrids to share his asshole when his back was flat against the bench.

With a full rack set up around him and a set of pull-up bars overhead, it only took a few minutes and a little creative use of the wrist straps to leave Mauser dangling helplessly between them, with Aaron keeping his position in the front of the equation and Zech sliding comfortably into the rear.

"Totally helpless, strung up from a weight rack and still dripping precum? You must have really been eager to get in a workout tonight," Zech teased, still standing tall enough that he could reach the base of the Doberman's ear without having to adjust his posture. "Gotta say, you're coming along a lot faster than I thought you would when we first saw you..."

"He's a quick learner," Aaron noted. "And he's dedicated...definitely not afraid to feel the burn and keep pushing long after he's reached his limit."

Zech pushed the tip of his member into the Doberman's asshole first, taking advantage of the previous, pleasurable stretch that his clone left there for him. He only guided the first half of his length inside, however, before he held still and eased a pair of fingers into the gaping passage along with his rod, holding it open just a little wider and giving Aaron a knowing grin.

"Are we even sure he's reached his limit yet?" Zech asked, keeping his digits in place until he felt the tip of Aaron's cock brushing against the underside of his own and sliding up into the offered gap. "Not like he can really tell us, can he?"

Having the crotch of a warm, musky jockstrap stuffed into his mouth was degrading enough to start with, but Aaron made sure that the straps of the same were wrapped around the back of Mauser's skull before they tied him up to the pull-up bars.

Trapped between a pair of thick, powerful bodies, with every gasp bringing more and more of the tantalizing scent across his nostrils, Mauser couldn't have been happier about the unexpected turn that his exercise routine was taking.

"No, but I think it's better that he focus on the effort he's putting out: can't you feel the way he's squeezing us?" Aaron asked, pushing a little deeper until finally, both of the impressive, lengthy cocks were buried in the Doberman at the same time. "I'd hate for him to peter out because he wasted his efforts on meaningless words..."

"Especially when we're just getting started with our own workout," Zech pointed out. "After going to all the trouble to make this happen, I'm not stopping until my body gives out."

"Spoken like a man who appreciates the value of hard work," Aaron teased. "I'm almost afraid to admit that I feel the same way..."

"It comes with the territory," Zech assured him. "Trust me, it's nothing to be worried about...you might even find that there's some benefits in taking so much pride in your work."

Giving a deep, powerful thrust, Zech took the lead once again and held the cheeks of Mauser's ass in a tight grip and a wide, eager spread.

Keeping the pucker stretched, Aaron followed with a thrust of his own, leaving the entirety of both cocks to twitch and pulse against each other, sharing a space that was doing something amazing by handling even one of them.

To take them both at the same time was such an effort that Mauser was glad to have his legs held up from behind: if he was standing on his own power, he wasn't sure he would have had the strength to keep himself upright.

The paws gripping his ass and stroking down his inner thighs would have made things impossible, were he forced to keep himself standing...as things were, they were only adding to a pleasure that he failed to properly express, given the jockstrap in his muzzle.

Gagged by the fabric, the warmth and the scent, he would have been gushing precum without a single touch on his member, but just feeling a pair of trembling rods within, he was leaking such a plentiful volume that a puddle was forming on the floor, complete with a trail of the clear, messy overflow upon the base of his tummy.

Following the trails down his inner thighs and around the taut, firm bulge that was his sack, Aaron was able to enjoy the visual display as much as he was the silky bliss of feeling that mess spill over the base of his shaft.

"Maybe there's some...d-deeper benefits," Aaron tried to agree, but after the warmup round, he was pushing through the act a little faster than he would have liked, and feeling the twitch of Zech's length against his own was a pleasure that he hadn't properly anticipated. "Not sure I've gone deep enough to reach them yet, but I'm t-trying really fuckin' hard..."

Zech chuckled, feeling as though he really was standing on the other side of himself: the cloning process had taken so well that he was having trouble believing such a thing was possible, even when he could see the evidence standing there, and even feel it pulsing against him.

He didn't want things to come to a close too soon, himself, but there was no denying Mauser's oral skills...he brought Zech closer to the edge of orgasm than the hybrid was willing to admit out loud, but the trails of precum spilling back from Mauser's tailhole would have betrayed any lie he tried to tell.

"Of course you are...c-cause that's what I would do," he commented, adding a moment of confusion to the act for Mauser. The Doberman hadn't asked for an explanation of how the two might be related, and even if he thought to, they wouldn't have given him the chance to speak up...but the answer would have confused him, more than anything. "And if I'm right about that, you...y-you're probably about to give this little bitch his post-workout shake, aren't you?"

"A stickler for the theme to the very end," Aaron mentioned, but he wasn't able to fit in the brief giggle that he intended: the tension in his muscles was becoming too much as he pumped back and forth, matching Zech's pace but alternating the depth of penetration with him. "But I'm g-getting pretty fuckin' close, yeah...a sprint to the end, then?"

"With everything you've got left, big guy."

Muffled groans rang out in the depths of the jockstrap, but they did nothing to slow the pace of the massive pair of hybrids: their paws wrapped around Mauser and held him tight, crushing his body between their bulk and pounding into his stretched, ruined tailhole with a vigor that spoke to their endurance, as much as it did their intensity.

Even after the romp that turned Aaron into a clone of Zech in the first place, both of the coywolves had plenty left to give, and the uneven chorus of full, swollen orbs slapping against Mauser's backside and inner thighs proved to be a little louder than any of them realized.

They were so busy drowning in the carnal delight of the sound that they didn't even realize that they'd gathered an audience to themselves...and even when Aaron and Zech turned to see another gymgoer watching them with wide, curious eyes and a gaping maw...the pair didn't stop, deciding that they were better off finishing their first workout before they tried something different.

"Remember to clean off the machine when you're done," Aaron whispered to Mauser, grunting through gritted fangs and milking the last few seconds out of the act, even when the first gush of his cum was already spraying deep into the Doberman's gaping passage. "It's gonna be...one...h-hell of a mess, little guy..."

Feeling that burst of slick, sacred warmth against his own shaft, Zech knew he wouldn't be able to buy another minute by slowing down: he preferred to speed up to the limit of what his tired body could do, pounding Mauser from behind with such a thorough, powerful gait that the straps around the pull-up bar nearly came undone as the Doberman was lifted toward them.

A final, over thrust left his sack twitching and contracting against the base of Mauser's ass, and within, twin cocks continued to drain themselves dry, pouring every drop of cum that they could into the welcoming, gripping passage...but with every twitch they offered, another streak jettisoned down, joining the already impressive puddle that was forming between the three of them.

By comparison to their contribution, however, Mauser's own mess was pitiful; he wasn't allowed to achieve the orgasmic bliss that he so desperately sought after, and when Aaron and Zech gave each other another knowing look, he felt his legs slowly dropping from his side, while the cocks and a full, gushing mess of excess seed spilled away from his asshole.

The mess bled down the back of his thighs in such volume that the black fields of his fur were painted a creamy, thick shade of white, but all the while, he was left hanging on the edge of his release, dangling from the pull-up bar and getting the kind of hanging workout that would keep his bliss at bay just a little bit longer...

...Just long enough for the hybrids to move onto their next target, who was still watching them work.

"Pretty sure we need a shower before we can get to you," Aaron suggested. "Unless you wanted to cut out the middle man and play the role of a shower for us?"

There wouldn't be enough spittle in the world to clean up the mess that he and Zech could provide, but if a pair of thick, stacked football players encouraged him to try it...who was he to argue?