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With the last of the moving boxes broken down and packed away for next week's recycling run, Cosimo had finally finished not just unpacking, but moving in. Stretching his arms overhead, he cracked his neck from side to side and admired the new place.

It wasn't much, little more than a studio apartment that had been transplanted to a tiny lot and termed a house for better resale value, but it was suitable for him. With everything going crazy in the bigger cities and Zoom culture becoming more of a thing, there was no need to be paying so much for an apartment that he didn't need when he could enjoy a house in a small town for the same price or less.

At least, that's what he told himself. Cosimo shook his head as he looked out from the living room to the attached kitchen and out the window, blanching slightly at the crosses on the house across the street and on a dozen more down the road. He hadn't seen those on the flyers that he'd glanced through before coming here, and that? Well, that had him just a trifle concerned.

After all, it was one thing to be gay in the big city. He'd always had a nose for finding his community and the people he'd be safe with, and the big cities had a larger sampling of people. Even if you weren't in a majority population - and no gay male ever was - you could still find people like you.

Not so much in the small towns, and those crosses were already making him feel like he'd be a shut-in if he didn't do something about it.

Not again.

Not after the disaster of taking nearly a year to come out of his shell last time. Cosimo shook his head, the husky deliberately pulling out his phone as he sat on a kitchen stool.

"Gym. Gym's a good place to start," he muttered to himself.

Not just because there'd be guys there, and hopefully some hot guys, at that. Most gyms had at least a token nod towards giving their customers some fairness. Sure, the guys on free memberships were given a fair bit of shit and ignored after the first month or so - that was just economics, he was sad to admit - but the ones that had paid memberships tended to look after their members. He'd only been beaten up once as a result of someone finding out he was gay, but that was more than enough to make him happy to be considered a 'cash cow' if it meant that someone was going to look after him in a public place.

Of course, he hadn't reckoned on the fact that most of them would be organized by how cheap they were. He stared at the various ads that popped up with a quick google search, shaking his head at the various 'six free months' and other deals that were on offer. If he'd been in the city, he might have taken that - though even then he would have been choosy - but here? Not a chance in hell. Not when there might be others far less friendly taking advantage of the same deals.

His tail, once wagging at the thought of getting back to those familiar scents and big guys, slowly went still as he went down through one listing after another. There were a dozen gyms here in Ravensworth, but they were all targeted towards minimalistic payments, and they screamed 'straight jock energy'. Sure, that was kinda hot, thinking of getting some straight-guy dick, but he'd tried that. Half the time, it backfired, and you ended up running off before they could get angry enough to do something about it.

Wasn't worth it, really. Not these days.

Eventually, one of the gyms stood out above the others. Called the Dropped Bass, it immediately got that old soundtrack playing, and he chuckled at the stupid name. If nothing else, it was worth checking out because of that.

"And just four blocks off...Heh. Convenient."

Cosimo almost left for it right then and there, but the husky stopped himself, looking in the reflective front of his fridge.

He was a distinctive figure, and no doubt about it. A slender husky in tight yoga pants and a skin-tight top that pressed down on abs that didn't need much in the way of maintenance, he turned to look at his profile and shook his head at the way that his butt popped out in the back of his pants. It was as bad as a feather boa for showing him to be some swishy boi, and he sighed.

"Back to the jeans...hmmph."

He arrived at the gym in some baggy jeans with a twist-tie bag thrown over his shoulder, tennis shoes rather than his fancier polished black shoes, and a top that was still tight enough to show off what muscles he did have. The Dropped Bass had a bass clef in neon over the door, and he chuckled.

"Well, true to form."

Stepping inside, he was a little surprised to be surrounded by mirrors right off the bat. He looked left and right, seeing endless repetitions of himself going off into the distance, and he shook off a wave of dizziness as he walked toward the front desk. Even the wall behind it was mirrored, bouncing reflections of himself back.

"Oof. If I hated my body in any way, I'd be so gone already," he muttered, leaning over the desk. "Hello? Hello, anyone there?"

There was no immediate answer, though he did see two doors leading out from the lobby. They were just hidden by the mirror walls, and were labeled by sex. Male, female, so, the lockers, he imagined. Shaking his head, he knocked on the front desk again.

"Helloooooo?"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming."

A poodle emerged from the female lockers, shaking her head and pushing her head-pom back into place. She was dressed in all whites, he saw with approval, and rather immaculate considering she'd just come from the lockers. Puffy purple poofs stood out from the tip of her tail, her wrists, and in a cut-out around her elbows, which made her look quite continental. Cosimo smiled, nodding in approval.

"Looking quite nice, Miss..."

"Karen. Karen Tanner." She offered her hand and he took it, giving it a firm shake. "Here for a free membership?"

"Actually, I was hoping to get a paid one."

"Paid?" She blinked. "That's a first."

"Well, it can't be that much, can it?"

"...Don't you want to know the benefits?"

Not really; all that mattered was that they saw him as a viable source of cash to siphon so that they didn't let any jerks fuck him over. He shook his head, leaving the poodle arching an eyebrow before hesitantly pulling out a stack of papers.

"It's $100 a month for the paid membership."

"Done."

"You serious?"

"Completely."

"...You're not from around here, are you?" Karen asked. "I didn't hear it at first, but that's a definite accent."

"Let's just say that work pushed me out, but kept me flush," he said, taking the papers and flicking through them.

The benefits were a trifle vague, but had the usual exclusive rooms, extra time, personal trainers, and - hmm, something about clarity benefits, but they were particularly vague. But the important part was that there were no clauses that left him unable to leave if he wanted to. He could afford $100 a month for this sort of thing, considering it would be the majority of his social life for a while, but he didn't want to just be trapped there if it ended up being a bad idea.

He signed on the dotted line and passed the papers back. Karen shook her head.

"Well, you're in for a treat, uh, Cosimo. The regulars are all here, so why don't you go and get changed, and I'll meet you on the other side to give you a tour."

"You're better than most Karens, Karen."

"What can I say? Might as well keep the name from being hated by everyone."

They shared a laugh and split, him going to the male lockers and her going to the females. As soon as he stepped around the corner, the familiar smell of deodorant, sweat, and the little rank undertones of guys that didn't care that much about how much they smelled hit him hard, and he sighed to himself, taking a deep breath and enjoying it. God, he'd missed being around men.

He walked down the aisles, taking in the sights. Big country guys mixed with some of the smaller species, going from the big horses and bulls that looked and sounded like stereotypical farmers to some of the bouncier, hyped-up rabbits and mice that were clearly coming off a dopamine high from their workouts. He kept his ears perked up for any sort of gay tones, whether that was the stereotypical - and offensive - lisp, or the slight shift in topic, or the usual cultural tones that meant that a friend of Dorothy might be around, and caught none.

A pity, but he could be on unfriendly ground. There could be people just as scared as him of showing their true colors.

He picked out a locker at the back of the room, flicking it open and hanging a new lock from the door. He was just starting to pull off his top when a grunt dragged his head to the left.

A brown-white rabbit had just sat down on the bench beside him, pulling his shirt off, too. White back and sides, brown along the neck and under his chin, he was a bit on the chubby side, though not by much. Cosimo would bet that he'd been coming to the gym for a month, maybe two, and had started getting some results in his abs, since there were some definite bulges beneath the bits of fat remaining. He chuckled, giving the rabbit a thumbs-up.

"Results."

"Ey, thanks man."

"No problem. How long have you been here?"

"Eh, three months."

Ah. Slacker.

Still, not doing bad. He nodded to the showers.

"Going in or coming out?"

"Just got here. You new?"

"Yeah, moved here last week. Cosimo."

"Cosmo?"

"Co-si-mo, please."

"Heh, fancy-ass name, Cosmo."

You're very lucky that you're cute, dick.

And the rabbit was cute in that way that was a bit more manly than boyish. There was a sense of slight ruggedness to the lapine's face beneath the pudge that would look particularly nice if the rabbit was able to stick to his exercise routine, and despite the fact that he had an ass that filled his pants with jiggles rather than firm flesh, it was a nice one. Cosimo took a moment to think of his mother's sagging tits that he had the misfortune to see every summer at the family pool party to keep his sheath from filling up, and kept the conversation going.

"Well, maybe you can show me around a bit," he said.

"Eh, what the hell. I've got time. Name's Chris, by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

"Heh, we'll see about that."

Edgy, but friendly enough. There was that hint of possible problems there if he didn't watch his step, but Cosimo knew the dance. He watched the rabbit get up and slide off his underwear, exposing a decently thick, if short, humanoid cock before pulling up a jockstrap to hide it. Didn't do anything to hide that ass, though.

He kept his eyes up after that, not wanting to out himself by accident. Chris got dressed in a pair of green shorts and a white shirt, pulling on a pair of tight running shoes in the process.

"See you on the other side, man."

"See you there."

Cosimo chuckled, pulling his pants down once Chris was on the way through the showers. He was just pulling his underwear down - after making sure that his sheath wasn't going to spill open and embarrass him with a boner - when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned -

And stared. Chris was stripping down again, his shoes, shorts, even his jock going right into a bin at the side of the showers. The rabbit didn't even seem to be entirely aware he was doing it, staring off into the distance as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the bin.

...Well, that's a view, he thought as he stared at that ass for a moment, only to shake his head. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't start staring now. Who knows what people are going to say? He might be testing you, or...

Or something else, something really weird, was going on. Something that meant that there was something really weird about this place.

$100 a month...

They might have a high price tag for a reason, if the free-guys were acting like that. And with an attitude like that, he had no doubt that Chris was a free-guy. Someone that so casually trash-talked others was the kind of person that went for 'value', going for the free stuff and looked down on those that were willing to spend money on quality. Or safety. Or other things.

Well, there was no point dilly-dallying. Might as well see what happened when he walked through the showers.

He passed through the tiled opening, half-expecting to be stopped as soon as he set foot into the shower since Chris had done the same, but nothing slowed him down. However, as he looked around the shower, he noticed something else.

All the naked men - oh, they were good, hot men, too, and his mental camera was taking snapshot after snapshot for later masturbatory material - were staring into space the same way that Chris did. They might have been looking at the wall, but their minds were a hundred miles away, thinking of something else, not even aware of him as he passed through. All kinds of species, from rock-hard bulls to thick muscle-gut elephants to little field mice with toned bodies and tubular weasels that were just getting fit were all on display, and none of them seemed to notice him staring at all.

I bet I could sneak a camera in here and - no, bad Cosimo. That's the horny brain, not the smart brain.

Shaking his head and counting his blessings that everyone seemed too out of it to notice him feasting with his eyes, he moved on, walking through the showers and out to the main part of the gym. He had just rounded the corner when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Holy fuck."

It wasn't just a shower full of oblivious people, but an entire gym. His eyes flicked from a lion to a rhino to a giraffe, and then over to the other side of the gym, to a wolf bitch - not an insult, she really was a bitch, dripping and smelling of heat - and a couple other females that were as on-display as the men. Every single member was naked, and all of them had the same distant stare, as if they were seeing things that he wasn't.

Cosimo slowly reached up and pinched his neck, only to yelp as his claws nearly broke the skin. The husky shook his head, tail wagging slowly despite himself.

"Okay, not dreaming. Not dreaming at all..."

He walked between the exercise machines, his eyebrows going up and his eyes going wide as he took in more details. Some, like the bench press and the free weights, were actually normal - though the latter had a standing dildo attached to the benches - but the machines ranged from slightly altered to completely different. The husky had to stop and stare when he reached the bikes, watching as some thrusted dildos in and out of their rider's hole to the tempo of their pedaling, while others pumped fleshlights over cocks to the same sort of speed. The males and females making use of them didn't even react, their eyes straight ahead, their mouths hanging open in a soft pant, even as they dripped in excitement from it.

And that was only the start. So many machines had been tweaked, either to directly molest their users or to merely tease them. There were leg presses that had iron bars to press against bare feet, some of them heated up almost like some sort of playful torture device, while others were tipped with tickling rollers. There were seated chest pulls that forced a dildo down your throat every time that you pulled the arm bars to the right position, and then yanked it out again when the user relaxed.

Everything, everywhere, was sexual. Cosimo's tail wagged, and despite every trick he could think of, he couldn't keep his sheath from filling up and spilling out slightly.

"Oh, you're dressed?"

Karen. He whipped around to find that the poodle had walked in naked, small breasts completely exposed between the much longer pom-poms along her limbs and tail. She chuckled as he looked away from her.

"Didn't expect it, huh?"

"Uh, no. I feel a warning might have been useful." Cosimo blinked as an elephant walked by, a tree trunk of a cock pointing his way and a hard, thick ass swaying as he moved, driven by its own bulk. "Or a flashing advertisement. 'If gay, $100 for this is the steal of the century.' Or something along those lines."

"Heh, nobody would believe it. Or, you know, they'd brag about it."

"How is this even possible? Some sort of deal with the devil? If so, I want in; I don't believe in souls, but if he does, I'll sell mine."

"Don't worry. I don't know how it works, but it was like this when I took over the building. Just the owner and the paid members get to see the real thing; everyone else thinks that they're just working out."

"Wait." Cosimo blinked, turning back to her. "How do you know that?"

"...I may have been a free member before I became the owner, but nevermind that," Karen said, shaking her head. "Look. You're the first person to actually pay for a membership since I took over. So, let's just lay down a couple of ground rules for sharing these guys, okay?"

"...Sharing?" He could feel the smile growing on his muzzle as he heard that. "Oh, you had my curiosity. Now you have my attention."

"Overused line." She chuckled anyway. "But seriously. Here's the short story. Magic building, simple rules. You come in without paying the dollar-fee, you pay with this. I don't know who's collecting, but nobody seems to see you. They think that they're just exercising, no matter what happens to them.

"The more important thing that you should know is that they do what you tell them. As far as they're concerned, a paid member is GOD. So, be very careful what you tell them if you don't want them to go nuts, okay?"

"Okay, okay, simple enough. So...what kind of rules are you thinking?"

"You got a type?"

"Guys. Preferably with a thick ass, but just...guys."

"Right. No girls? Ever?"

"Nope."

"Well, I'm bi, so equal options there, long as they're buff."

"You get first shot at all muscular men, and I get first shot at anyone else?"

"Heh, look at you. Barely had a chance to see them, and you're already raring to go. What, did you have a place like this wherever you came from?"

"No, but I know what I like, and if there's no chance of them getting pissed -"

"Heh. Safety first, huh?"

"You know how it goes."

"I'm glad to say I don't; they don't pay much attention to bi girls." Karen nodded. "Right, well, I have a lion I had my eyes on for a while - that tight-assed boy on the treadmills - so I'll go and take him for now. Take your pick of anyone else; I'll be doing my squats over his face for a while."

The sheer frankness was oddly refreshing, and Cosimo chuckled as she walked off, grabbing the lion by the tail and whispering something to him. That must have been all that she needed to get him to obey, because he walked off without a word.

He turned around, panning his eyes among the males. There was quite the selection; from the looks of things, he imagined that most of the males of Ravensworth that weren't on the job at the moment were here building muscle. Or at least, thinking they were.

I think I might like it here...

There were a few temptations. A rhino, who he'd later learn was named Ed, was doing a leg-press and showing off both large, dampening soles and a fat ass that looked perfect for him, but there was someone else that really held his attention. Just a few dozen feet away, working in the squat racks, was Chris the rabbit. The bunny's ass cheeks were spread wide as he went down, his hole clenching just as hard as the rest of his muscles, and he panted softly as he worked out.

It would have been a little more mundane if it wasn't for the fact that his arms were shackled to the weight bar, and if he wasn't restrained in iron shackles for proper posture. Must have been some sort of bondage rack.

He walked over from behind, his cock throbbing harder and harder in his sweat pants until he gave up and tossed them aside. His shaft, twitching and wet at the tip, was fully out of his sheath, and the knot at the base was already starting to get stiffer, harder, and more eager for play. He gripped it just behind the base, shaking his head.

If they'd had anything like this at his old house, he never would have left. The sheer opportunities for fun - and safe fun, at that - had his mind racing. He could order almost anything and the rabbit would go along with it, and from what Karen was saying, they'd never remember being ordered to do it. He could...he could enjoy everyone here, straight, gay, anything, and they'd just...go along without ever knowing it had happened.

Was it a bit non-con? Maybe, but...were they ever going to realize it had happened?

He might have wanted to ask more questions, but at that moment, his dick was running the show, and there was a nice, thick bunny ass bouncing up and down in front of him.

"Chris. Spread your legs a bit further."

The rabbit adjusted his posture without further explanation, his legs parting until there was just enough space for someone to slide between them. Cosimo did just that, the husky lying on his back and wriggling down until he was in the perfect position. He grinned to himself, aiming his cock upward.

"Put the bar away, but keep squatting. Right onto my dick."

No answer, save for the rabbit doing just that. The bar went back on the rack, but the rabbit squatted down anyway. A shiny layer of sweat graced that pucker, and Cosimo enjoyed the sight of it coming down right to the tip of his cock, and then that little bit further.

"Mmmph..."

The feeling of velvety flesh parting before the tip of his cock and letting him in was just as good as he remembered from the clubs in his old city, warm and tight and clenching hard. Not that experienced, so he imagined that there weren't too many tops that got a paid membership. He groaned, lowering his head to the ground as the rabbit sunk right to the bottom, and then slid right back off with a -

POP!

Cosimo groaned, shaking his head at the short-lived sensation, only for the rabbit to bounce back down again. The soft clench around the head of his cock, the rapid descent to the base, a nudge to his knot before going right back up. All the way up to the tip and -

POP!

Another slide up and off. It was surprisingly intense, and he groaned as he waited for the rabbit to come back down again. As that hot ass reached its height, he watched it twitch, Chris's muscles clearly struggling just a bit before it came down again. The fur, the sweat, the flesh, all before sliding in again.

Once more, the velvety confines gripped his cock tightly, pulling him deeper, sliding in all the way to the knot again. He panted hard, not sure how far he could take this, but at the same time, he knew that he'd need more than just the rise and fall of the squatting cheeks. That hole was already sliding up again and -

POP!

"Nnngh..."

His legs felt tight, his cock tighter, almost painful from how hard he was. It was so strange; even at Pride, it had never been this casual or open when people had fun together. This was something completely different, something where he was completely safe, where everyone was willing so long as they were in the building.

It.

Was.

Glorious.

That soft embrace returned again, and this time, Chris's legs shook. Rather than allowing the rabbit to slide up again, he grabbed the naked bunny's thighs and pulled him up and back. As the shorter man tumbled into his arms, he bucked his hips up, power-fucking the bunny from beneath. In, out, in, out, each thrust smacking his knot against that pucker and ramming it almost halfway in. In, out, in, out, his balls swinging up to slap the rabbit's own sac.

Across the room, he could hear Karen moaning. No thrusting, though. Horny poodle must have been enjoying some tongue action, alright.

But he wanted this bunny, and he was going to take him.

Thrust after thrust, he pounded at that jiggling ass, feeling it parting that little bit more every time that he ground his knot against that pucker. It swelled and stretched, loosening up bit by bit until -

POP!

"Oooooh..."

Most of his partners didn't want to get knotted, not interested in being stuck together for so long, but this time, it didn't matter. All that mattered was pleasure. So much pleasure.

POP!

POP!

POP!

POP!

He went nuts knot-fucking the rabbit, ramming his cock forward and back, unable to stop himself even when he felt Chris's ass slowly giving in beneath him. Each thrust was easier than the last despite the fact that his knot was swelling bigger. He must have been breaking it, ruining it, and that...oh fuck that was hot.

He panted, pulling the rabbit's legs up high as he humped away from underneath. The soft popping sound got quieter, replaced by the wet squelching sound of sex, and that kept getting louder, too, until -

"OOOOOH!"

Cosimo howled, hilting deep inside the rabbit's ass. There was no fellow moan, but there was the soft splat of cum being milked out by a thick knot against one's prostate. He panted hard as he saw and felt each spasm, huffing and puffing in Chris's ear.

I think...I think I'm going to like this place...

The End

Summary: When a new guy moves to town and fears being outed, he has to take steps. Those steps, strangely enough, keep him safer than he expects.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, F/solo, Rabbit, Husky, Rhino, Poodle, Gym, Mind Control, Casual Sex, Anal, Nudity, Musk, Sweat, Gay, Orgasm, Cum, Knot,