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The air in the city was icy at 2am. I kept my hoodie up and my gaze down as I made my way through the night. I felt like a fool for doing this, I bet to anyone else it wouldn’t be so monumental of a task, but I had to start somewhere or nothing would ever change.

A car horn blasted a few streets over, I jumped immediately and glanced around like something was coming. My belly twisted itself in a knot and it took all I was to not turn around and hurry back home. I just didn’t like to be reminded that there were others out at this hour. I tried to still my racing heart as my destination came into view, a monument of light amidst the dark and grungy city.

The bottom floor of an office building was lit up with brilliant fluorescent bulbs, pale white light spilled out of large glass windows that left the entire space exposed. I felt uneasy as I approached, anyone would be able to see me within. I picked this time hoping nobody else would be around but I was still nervous and jittery as I entered the gym.

My therapist had finally convinced me to try something new. Do something physical! You’ll never get better if you can’t get out of your head and back into your own body, sometimes it seemed like it was all she ever talked about. I wasn’t even sure I liked my body, I was a maned wolf in my early 20s. I was skinny, lanky and awkward, I never seemed to know where to put my hands or how to stand without either being in the way. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to get into my body, the most it had ever given me was a near constant prickle of anxiety in my belly.

I eyed the empty reception as I slunk by, I placed my feet carefully to avoid making any noise. I really did not want anyone to notice me in here, I had no idea what I was doing. I had signed up online so I had no clue what I was walking into. A gym was an alien space to me, full of people and fitness and equipment that seemed impractical for the shape of my body.

I froze the moment I tapped my swipe card at the entry gates. A rhythmic clanking echoed out of the space before me, someone else was here. My heart beat a little faster as my gut preempted the awkwardness that would surely ensue the moment I had to exercise in sight of anyone else.

I tiptoed past a row of machines, my eyes scanned about as I sought whoever else was weird enough to go to a gym at 2am. I tried to find solace in seeing how empty this place was, perhaps it was just one other person.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw him.

There was a lion with rippling muscles sitting at a machine. He pulled ropes from over his head which lifted a thick stack of weights behind him. He might’ve been the most muscular guy I’d ever seen, I stared for a moment in amazement. He wore a dark green jersey with some brand I’d seen around but knew nothing about. From where I stood I could see his bulging pecs tighten and release through the loose sleeves of his jersey as he completed each pull. Sweat dampened his dark mane and matched the exertion on his face.

I was mesmerised until he dropped the ropes with a hefty exhalation. He sat forward with his eyes closed for a lengthy moment, when he opened them our gazes locked. He shot me a grin before he stood, wiped down the equipment and sauntered off towards another machine. It took me a second more to realise I’d been holding my breath, embarrassment and a hint of shame bubbled up through me. I shook myself down and tried to settle on what to do, but I was faced with a grim realisation.

I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing here.

I hadn’t done any research, I just thought I’d do some exercises or something at a machine. It all seemed simple enough from the outside, even in here now that lion had just repeated the same motion a few dozen times. Surely I could manage that.

I picked a random machine, this one seemed to have a plate that I had to push with my legs. I fiddled around with it, at first unsure how to sit comfortably, and then I had to adjust the weights on it three different times before I could even budge the damn thing. I grunted outloud before I could even push the plate the full distance and felt so utterly defeated when it crashed back against me.

I took a moment to wallow in my shame before I adjusted the weights down once more. I stretched my aching back before I sat back down again and happened to notice the lion settling into a machine nearby. We made eye contact again, I nodded at him and then fled. I scurried to the furthest corner where the treadmills were, the adjusted weights entirely forgotten.

I scrambled at the controls of the treadmill until it started. The digital display ticked by with the words HILL CLIMB. I stared, stupefied by them as the pad started to move. Though startled, I walked in sync with it until it sped up enough that I broke into an awkward trot. It was too slow to run but too fast to walk, and it was here that the blasted thing decided this was its maximum speed. I seemed to tall for it, why was it that I was so incompatible with everything? It just made me feel incompetent even though I knew I wasn’t to blame, though other maned wolves never seemed to find the same troubles I found.

I stared off into space, vaguely aware of the giant mirror that covered the wall in front of the treadmills. My thoughts coalesced around these frustrations, I was so absorbed in them I hadn’t noticed the elevation shift. My ankles ached as each step now felt like I was rushing up a flight of stairs. My body protested as it continued until I felt the heat in my lungs and a burning sensation down my legs.

Why on earth did I come to a gym? In what world was that the right thing for me to do? I scowled down at the controls of the treadmill before I hit the emergency stop. I leant against the side of it and panted, my throat was dry. I hadn’t brought any water. What kind of moron forgets to bring water to the gym? I was about to take a seat to catch my breath when the lion appeared once more in my periphery. I froze. Thankfully he had chosen the furthest treadmill from me. He was drenched head to toe in sweat and had a damp towel slung over his shoulder. He prodded at the treadmill’s controls before it started and then stayed at a comfortable pace.

It truly seemed like everything was just too easy for him. I held back a grumble as I slunk away.

I moved to a bench that had a few dumbbells scattered around it. I picked the smallest and idly lifted it while I stared at the ceiling. My thoughts buzzed furiously inward, I chewed on my own brain until it ached. This was a terrible idea and I was a terrible, stupid person for even trying it. My gaze dropped when I swapped hands, I twitched as through the giant mirror on the wall I made eye contact again with the lion. He’d been watching me. I pumped the dumbbell in my left hand a few dozen times before I scrambled away to the locker room with my heart in my throat.

I groaned as I fell against the bench, I slumped forward and panted. It smelled funky in here. I had no idea what I was doing, I hadn’t even brought a towel which again seemed like a bleedingly obvious thing to bring to a gym. I think I just needed some quiet to gather my thoughts. I did want a shower, otherwise I’d stink on the bus home and I’d spend the whole time being self-conscious about it. I resolved to go look for towels in a moment, surely they’d have some somewhere.

I don’t know how long I sat there, buried in my own thoughts. I was prone to losing time chasing demons in circles in my mind but the door opening broke the cycle.

Nerves chomped at my belly as I prayed for it to be anyone else. The lion waltzed around the corner and snickered as we made eye contact. He paused, I froze. The moment stretched out between us. “Always love an admirer.” He tilted his head to the side, I couldn’t read his expression.

I jolted back into myself, muttered an inaudible apology and wrenched my gaze away. He laughed as he made his way to his locker, I had hoped that would be the last time I ever had to see, hear or think of him.

“Just yanking your chain, I really don’t mind.” My ears twitched as he spoke. He braced a hand against the wall so he could look at me while he entered his code, it only made the thick musculature of his forearm and shoulder stand out. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes dropped to the dark plume of fur in his armpit, it was dishevelled and damp with sweat. “Haven’t seen you around before. You’re new?”

“Uhuh.” I dry swallowed.

“Your form was a giveaway.” He nodded.

I grit my teeth. “Sorry.”

“Bah. Don’t apologise to me, apologise to yourself tomorrow when you feel the strain.” He tugged a back out of his locker then sauntered over beside me. Without a care in the world, he pulled his sweaty jersey off over his head and let it drop to the bench with a wet slap. I had to fight to keep my mouth shut as he towered over me, bare-chested. His huge pecs were draped by the bottom of his mane which ran in a line down to his chest but couldn’t hide the firm shape of his abs. A dozen other muscles were visible up his sides, I had no idea what they even were but each one only added to my amazement. I couldn’t tell how old he was, forty to fifty maybe. He looked incredible for his age and my thoughts burned up the longer I stared, I needed to do anything else but look and yet I couldn’t avoid it.

My vision wavered back and forth over his pecs as I tried not to stare at his broad nipples. I wanted to hold still but I think I squirmed.

It took me far longer than I’d like to admit for me to realise he was holding a subtle flex. He held a pose with his arms tight and his paws curled outwards. And I still stared, silent, until with a hefty exhalation he released the flex. I blinked as the definition of his muscles faded into round shapes that still sent my thoughts spinning. “You spoil me.” He spoke with cautious tenderness.

“Sorry.” I cut my gaze away and wanted the fire in my cheeks to engulf my entire body. “I- I just…” I let whatever excuse I was considering go, he knew I was looking.

“Looking is both welcomed and encouraged.” He brushed his damp fringe back into his mane and flashed me a toothy smile that lit an anxious spark within me. “I work damn hard on these, it’s nice to get some recognition for that.” He squeezed a bicep. “Cop a feel if you need some motivation.”

“Oh.” I kept staring off to the side. “Um.” I wasn’t at all sure how to respond.

“I take it you haven’t spent a lot of time in locker rooms.” He stretched out his back. If I even tried to muster up a response I failed utterly, I felt like a pencil in a knife block. “So what’s your goal here?”

“Hm.” I took a moment to suggest I had thought about it. “Have a shower, I guess.”

He looked at me for a long moment before he roared with laughter. My cheeks burned. “I meant at the gym.”

“Oh.” I blinked. “Um, I, well.” I froze again. “Well,” I repeated the word and expected thoughts to come to me. “I want to get better, get a better body.” The relief I felt as I stammered out a halfway reasonable response was palpable.

“Your body’s not bad as is.” He shot me a wink that seemed easier to ignore entirely than to process how it made me feel. “But what does that look like to you?”

I flushed and stared bug-eyed at him.

“Stronger? Toned? You want to look fit? Big arms?” He paused and bit his lip. “You wanna feel hot? That motivated me.” His voice dipped lower as he said that.

I could only shrug, but the genuine curiosity in his eye goaded me into a response. “I’m um, kinda here cuz a therapist told me it’d be good for me.” I expected him to respond with distaste, like he’d know I didn’t belong here.

“Ahhh.” He nodded enthusiastically. “They’re right.” He tilted his head back and forth, like he was unsure he wanted to say more. “I saw a shrink until the gym became my therapist.” He wrinkled his nose. “I dunno what you’ve got going on, and you don’t have to tell me, but I’ve seen how life changing it can be for someone to just pump iron, or work on cardio, or whatever it is you gotta do.” He rubbed at his nose. “You’re not the first sullen face I’ve seen around here, and I wasn’t in a great place when I started working out either.”

I nodded as he spoke. “Thanks.” I wished I had the words to say more. I felt a little easier as I exhaled. He sighed as he sat beside me and folded his arms. I was surprised to see we were almost of a height, the peaks of his ears were only a few inches higher than mine, but his body was stacked with muscles while mine felt deflated and empty.

“If you need some guidance, I’m here most nights. Or maybe just a friend? The gym can be lonely at this time.”

“Thanks,” I felt like a dullard for repeating the word. “Um, it, yeah, that would be nice actually.”

He smiled at me and held eye contact long enough to make me squirm. “If you have any questions, you can ask ‘em, even if you think they’re ridiculous.”

“Oh.” I sucked at my teeth. “Yeah, thanks.”

We lapsed into silence, I didn’t feel like the well of conversation had entirely dried up, I just wasn’t sure how to press it further. I found myself caught up in his gaze until the eye contact felt too uncomfortable. I found myself looking at his muscular arms, then his chest. Then the trail of thick brown fur that passed below the waistband of his shorts. I felt an urgent need to lift my stare to something less weird, and while I thought I managed to make that motion look as natural as possible I found him still looking at me in my periphery. He must’ve seen where my eyes had gone, a blaze of embarrassment erupted within me.

I gulped, which I swear must’ve made me look guilty of something. “All good?” he asked.

I nodded. “Y-yeah.” I stammered. “It’s fine.” Why’d he sit next to me? He made it so much more awkward, I just wanted him to just go about his business. Fuck! What if he wasn’t doing that because he knew I’d stare at him and he felt stuck too?

“Cool.” Another lengthy moment stretched out between us until he started a rhythmic pattern of deep breaths. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“I-”

“Oh.” He stretched his arms up over his head. “I’m cooling off before I hit the showers. Don’t let me keep you, just feeling chatty.” His fingers interlocked above him as he straightened his back and made a pleasant sound. I stole a glance at his side, my eyes lingered on the dark fur of his armpit. Embarrassment welled up within me as I caught the masculine scent of his body in the air. I tried not to breathe and failed as I found myself rapidly and audibly sniffing. A brick of embarrassment clattered through my skull as a glance confirmed he was watching me.

“No it’s, yeah it’s alright.” I flinched away from him and sniffled. “I’m not um, not good at chatting, I guess.”

“That’s alright, you’re alright. Just thought I might be bothering you.” He sniffed the air under his arm. “Or maybe I just stink.” He made a face and released the stretch.

“No, no, it’s just-”

“Don’t be so nice, I do stink.” An emotion I couldn’t place fluttered from those words, confidence perhaps.

My brain fizzled. “No, you’re fine, I just think I’m, I dunno, I dunno what I’m doing here.”

“You think this is fine?” He sniffed at his armpit again and wrinkled his nose, a guarded grin shaped his muzzle as I shrugged. “Maybe try it closer then.”

My breath caught. “Huh?”

He kept his hand behind his head. “Give that a whiff.” He spoke command in a direct tone that sent an impulse crackling through my entire body.

“I- I, ok.” I’d never done anything of the sort before. To my rational mind it seemed wrong, maybe even gross. But I was trembling as I dipped my muzzle forward and inhaled. I wasn’t truly in his pit, going any closer than I was seemed obscene. My forehead prickled as the raw scent of his body climbed down my throat.

“How’s that?” he asked in such a warm voice I could’ve melted. I grunted an affirmative. “Yeah? Is it good then? Why don’t you get closer? That’s it, that’s good.” His voice was smooth as silk as I inched towards him. His scent was rich, intoxicatingly so. There was a sour edge to it that pickled my mind, but it was blanketed by a dampness that made it hard to discern more. I breathed in the aroma of his body and shuddered as blood rushed to my crotch. I couldn’t process whatever the hell it was that I was doing, but so long as he encouraged this, I’d do it.

“That’s a man’s hard work.” His voice was firm as I breathed deeply. “Why don’t you get your nose right in it?”

I was woozy before I felt the warm, damp touch of his fur on my snout. I tried to breathe as normal but my body moaned instead, I would trade my life to rewind that second and keep that moan silent. Awkwardness burned so hot it blistered the inside my cheeks.

“Good, isn’t it?” His arm lowered slightly so it weighed on my head, I was buried in the crease of his armpit and my world had narrowed to an infernal sensory overload. Somehow his affirmation dampened the flames of my embarrassment. His body was warm and ripe with the scent of his exertion. An image flashed to mind of the instant I first laid eyes on him, his arms raised overhead as he pulled weights down. Many weights. I felt I breathed in his strength itself and I whimpered as I welcomed it.

He stank so completely of him, a scent unique to me now. The dark fur of his armpit was coated in the striking essence of his masculinity, a stern scent that curled with vigour and courage like his own confidence emanated from him. I wanted to cling to this, to possess the same self-certainty and power he embodied.

I shuddered as I huffed at his body like I was starving for even a scrap of his composure. He stared down on me, I felt his gaze bore into the back of my head as he drew in deep breaths that only guided me to do the same. “That’s it. Good boy, keep it up.” He placed his hand on my back and rubbed me affectionately. Nobody had ever touched me like that before, I could feel how strong he was and yet he touched me so gently. It made all the fur on my body bristle, nothing else had ever felt so good.

I drifted back from him to try ease the overwhelming stimuli, but the scent of his body clung to my face. I blinked as he lifted my chin and moved forward to kiss me. Startled, I stared into his eyes before I had to clench them shut. Dimly, I was aware that this was my first kiss. I felt I had to do something, I think I pushed my tongue against his lips first and he made a pleased sound.

“Eager boy.” He smiled as he pulled away and guided me towards his pecs. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off that before.” I needed no prompting as I rubbed my face into the firm muscles of his chest. His mane held a fraction of the scent of his underarm.

He gasped as my nose glided across his nipple. With a meaty hand he nudged me back towards it. “Taste that.” His words became a direct command that seized my brain again. I licked his nipple, a faint sour and salty edge crept down my throat. His sweat even seemed to taste of confidence itself, emboldened I lashed my tongue across him and rubbed my muzzle against his pecs with a fire in my belly. “Good, good boy,” he cooed between tense breaths.

I nearly jolted out of my body as his paw roamed my chest, he squeezed my nipple through my shirt. I almost screamed as the pleasure crackled through me. He smirked as I pulled away to gather my breath. I could feel my own spit across my muzzle, my thoughts started to trend towards the blistering self-awareness I was used to.

“You wanna sniff something else?” He sounded so innocent, his words cut through my shame.

“Uhuh.” On some level, I knew exactly what he meant but to my musk-hazed mind I had no idea what he was about to do.

“Good boy.” He grunted as he stood up in front of me, his hands came to rest on the waistband of his gym shorts and framed his descending mane. He pushed his shorts down the tiniest bit, the curly fur of his pubes bristled over the edge of the fabric. My eyes lit up. I quivered and waited as I held my breath.

I’d never done- never seen. Never touched. At least not someone else’s… never smelled. Tasted? Was that what was about to happen? I grasped at sense and found none, this just wasn’t the sort of thing my life had offered me before. The world did not behave this way until so suddenly, now it did. So many feelings thundered through my body I couldn’t make sense of them. I felt like eyes on a stick, watching and waiting for him to expose himself.

His pubes puffed out of his shorts as he bared himself to me. My eyes widened as the base of his cock came into view. He was thicker than me despite being only semi-erect. His cock bounced out of his shorts and pulsed in front of me. I sniffled, my eyes drifted elsewhere. I couldn’t process what was happening until he spoke again. “Go on, give that a whiff.” I had never been good at counting inches. Eight, perhaps. And he wasn’t even fully erect.

It pointed right at me, there was nowhere else to go. I leant forward and pressed my nose right under his head and inhaled so sharply it was audible to the both of us. My lips parted as I drew in a thicker breath through my mouth, the scent of him was so ripe I could taste him on my tongue. There was a murkiness to it, a saltiness that was forbidden. The notes of the scent were different to his armpit and yet it was still so firmly the scent of his body. “Like that?” he asked. I swear his cock throbbed and grew as I gasped an affirmative. “Sweaty cock smells great, doesn’t it?” There was something so subtlety forceful to his words, I couldn’t deny them if I tried.

I grunted an agreement.

“Good boy.” He rubbed himself against my snout, some cautious part of me screamed danger. That this was filthy, that this was disgusting and wrong in so many ways. All it took was the slightest recognition of how his dick smelled, and those alarms silenced. I wanted this so bad that any consequences only made it worth it. “And my nuts?” He prompted. My fingers were numb until the warmth and weight of his balls awoke me to the sensation of touch, I had no space in my mind to process the action. I felt he’d snatched control of my body, I’d do whatever it was he wanted.

He had a pair of hefty low-hangers that were still damp with the sweat of his workout. I let his cock rub against my face as I pointed my muzzle down towards his sack. I buried my nose between his balls and breathed in the musk that clung to his fur. I jolted as the thick scent cascaded through my mind, my crotch tingled and ached as my own arousal pressed urgently against my underwear. I placed a hand over my tenting pants to try hide my shame, but even thinking about how the scent of his crotch coated my face made me twitch and ache.

“What’s it taste like?” he asked. I gasped as the possibility opened in my mind. “Go on, find out.”

My tongue darted past my lips and the instant contact was made it was like the scent of him redoubled as I felt it on my tongue. He was so warm, the firmness of his balls were strange and unfamiliar. I was shaking, full body trembling as I licked him again. No part of me was ready for this and yet it seemed all I ever wanted. Saltiness clashed with a flavour I had no reference for. Man, my brain labelled it. The dark, tangy flavour of his masculinity. It clawed across the surface of my tongue as I nuzzled his sack, my jaws spread and my tongue curled around his sack.

He exhaled, his body seemed to ease and his meaty paws cupped the sides of my face. “Try this.” He guided me to the shiny tip of his cock, his glans flared at full mast. Nine inches, probably more. I wanted to faint.

I didn’t realise he was coated in precum until a thin layer of it covered my tongue. My heart pounded in my chest as the sweet taste of his pre mingled with the murkiness of his sweat. “Good boy, damn it, keep going.” I lashed my tongue over the head of his cock and delighted in the thrill that raced through me. Pleasure leapt out over the confused emotions that bubbled in my chest, I trembled with joy.

Somehow it felt like the most significant thing I had ever done, or ever would do. Every choice I had made in my life led to this moment, me in a gym’s locker room, desperately lapping at a stranger’s sweaty cock. Every gasp he made, every gentle moan, the way his body shifted in reaction to my tongue only made it seem more important. This was maybe the only thing I’d ever done that felt natural, the only thing I seemed to be good at from the instant I tried it. A cock licker, had I always wanted to be a cock licker? Was it not a fantasy of mine?

The thoughts compounded in my urgency. I wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, my lips smacking over a weighty cock. It felt divine to me, so important, so essential. So necessary. The way it filled my mouth, the tightness of my jaw released as I stretched to welcome it further into me. He glided over my tongue until my body reacted to the touch at the top of my throat.

I held back a cough and grunted, my nose pressed firmly into his dark pubes. The scent of him was so intense, I stared up at him with watery eyes.

“So eager,” he cooed as he squeezed my cheek affectionately before his fingers crawled to my ear, he left his paw hanging loose against me. The gentle weight of his hand was enough of a nudge that I tried to go further. His eyes widened as he groaned. His voice bottomed out into a rumbling purr and his entire body relaxed. “That’s it, that’s it. Good boy, wow.” Hunger strained in his words. His hips jerked once, I spluttered and he made a breathy sound. He tried to ease back into me with gentle motions and as I held myself steady he grew bold. His paw slowly closed around my ear until he gripped me in a fist. I felt trapped by his hold, I opened my jaw as wide as I could and tried to breathe as the tip of his cock threatened my throat.

I startled as he growled. His body arched, his breath changed and his hips bucked wildly against my face. His balls swayed into my chin. “You love my sweaty cock,” he spoke the words like an affirmation to himself but they sparkled true within me. I made a gulping sound as I tried to nod which only brought another deep purr out of him.

My body had never served me, but to see the proof that it could serve him made it seem worth having. I ignored the fear that blasted through me as I let him enter my throat. My gag reflex kicked but I held firm against it. In the darkness of my mind I accepted a world in which he choked me in search of pleasure, to be destroyed could be worthwhile so long as he enjoyed it.

I made a gurgling sound as he thrust into my muzzle with force and passion. I scrunched my eyes shut to hone my focus, I wanted him to penetrate me whatever way he enjoyed best. He growled, the sound more vicious than before such that it tweaked within my mind as a warning from a predator. I glanced up at him, he was utterly fixated on using me. His calm demeanour had faded in the throes of passion and I braced myself for him to take whatever he wanted from me.

His belly slammed into my nose so hard it hurt, his balls slapped against my chin. My throat burned, the sensation quickly travelled to my lungs. When was the last time I’d breathed? I so suddenly felt shaky, the ties that held my body to my mind were loose. He charged forward into my throat and my gag reflex reacted violently. I hacked a wretched sound as my entire body recoiled from him.

My spit dangled from my cock before he smeared it over the top of my muzzle, his hips thrust a moment before recognition dawned on him. His impassioned stare widened as he regained composure. “Shoot.” He panted. “You alright?”

My hand drew to my throat as I nodded. I heaved in a lengthy breath and reached for his throbbing cock, whatever concern darkened his eyes faded as I jerked him.

“Good boy.” He snickered. “Careful, if you’re too eager I might want to train you to take that.” He licked his lips as he placed his hand over mine. “But maybe you’d like that too.” He pulled me to my feet, I was so jittery I couldn’t tell if the nod I gave was perceptible. “Sex is the best cooldown from a hard workout.” He placed a paw on my chest, I gasped as his fingers teased up the bottom of my shirt.

I felt light and floaty as he pressed his hand against me. I quivered as his fingers stroked my belly directly, he walked them in a circle before he let them fall to the top of my shorts. He stared into my eyes as he slipped past my waistband. I gasped in deep breaths, my tongue was dry. Fireworks burst through my stomach, nerves quivered through me at a feverish intensity.

As his hand drifted lower my cock flexed reactively, I moaned outloud as his paw swept past my aching boner. He pinned the waistband of my shorts under my bulging underwear.

“My.” He clicked his tongue. “Look at you.” He prodded my bulge with a pudgy finger. My entire body arched. “So wet.” He traced a visibly damp spot at the peak of my bulge. I could feel the warmth of his pad through the fabric and it made me squeal. “Sensitive.” He gave me a fierce grin, then lifted my shirt. His cock jabbed against my belly and left a smear of spit and pre in my fur. I blanked as I felt exposed before him, that seemed to be my limit. My brain could no longer process whatever was happening, all I knew was I wanted more of whatever he was doing.

He stepped closed to me and pressed our chests together, his thick arms wrapped around me and he smooshed our bodies together. I had never felt so warm before, I tucked my muzzle into the hug and found the rich scent of his armpit. I hadn’t aimed for it, my nose just led me there.

“Awh fuck boy.” He moaned as I buried my snout under his arm. “You’re insatiable.” I audibly huffed in his scent before I ground my tongue into the coarse, sweaty fur of his pit. My head flooded with the raw masculine stink of his body, this time it was edged with the lighter note of fresh sweat.

I felt his cock throb against my hip, mine gave a reflexive twitch. He inched backwards and reached for my crotch, my own body felt frozen and numb, I felt unable to articulate anything in any known language. He squeezed my cock and I swear it restarted my heart. I shuddered almost violently and he quickly released his paw before my desperate thrusting and rapid breath drew his hand back.

The surprise faded on his face as he stroked me through the cloth. “You want me to see it?” he asked, I hoped he already knew the answer. He didn’t wait for a response, he pulled my undies down and made a satisfied sound. The warmth of his pawpads felt intense against the most sensitive part of my body. I could hardly keep my legs from shaking as he reached a finger out to stroke my balls.

Never had I ever thought anyone would want to do something like this to me.

“Good boy.” His voice was velvet. “You’re gorgeous.” His words bounced off of my skull. I felt so tiny compared to him at an average six skinny inches. He placed my cock on top of his, he must’ve been at least twice as thick as I was. I gawked, he made a low rumble. “That’s just beautiful.” He snickered as he wedged a finger between our cocks, he stroked gently under my head. I felt the breath leave my lungs, my neck crooned. “You’ve got a nice dick you know?” He tugged on me, it felt like he was pulling on my soul. Every fibre of my being twitched towards him, my mind silently grovelled and begged for him to keep going. His paw was slick with my own precum. He lifted it to his face and lapped eagerly at his pads. “Damn you’re sweet.” He jabbed a finger in my mouth, my eyes went wide as he ground his sweet finger against my tongue.

I felt a rising surge of feelings within me, a rampaging sensation of pleasure I couldn’t control. I squeaked. “Too- too much.” I barely gasped the words. He released me with a smile.

“Yeah?” He eyes prowled my shaking body. My cock twitched in time with my breathing. “You look shell-shocked.” He laughed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the way his cock bounced. He noticed. “Go on.” He reached for the back of my head and nudged me down towards him. “Back at it then.”

If I was desperate before, I was craven now. Sucking his cock seemed like the only thing I’d ever do that would matter to anyone. My paws cupped the tight muscles of his ass as I lunged forward, jaws stretched. He throbbed against my tongue as I slid down his length. His wide shaft pressed out against my lips as his head touched my throat.

“You’re a natural boy.” He left his paw on the back of my head. I growled as I nearly gagged myself, I rocked my head far too eagerly. He loosed a satisfied sound as the wet gulping sound of my efforts filled the locker room. My cock bounced wildly in the air, pre oozed and dangled from my tip as I envisioned myself completely submitting the pleasure of my body to his whim.

He leant over me, I gagged as the angle of his body changed and forced his cock into my throat. Neither of us stopped. His paws reached down my back as he stretched until he found my ass. I quivered and yelped as he spread my cheeks, strange sensations and urges blasted through my body. Somehow this was more overwhelming than than gagging on his fat cock, I jolted and felt myself retreat. I stood before him, panting in time with my throbbing cock.

A curious glint filled his eye. “Lemme see that.” He raised a finger and circled it through the air. Hesitantly, I turned around. “You’ve got a damn fine ass.” His voice was a silken purr, he reached out to jiggle my cheeks again. I felt tense but too drained to react. He must’ve detected something because he stopped. “C’mere.” He lay down across the bench, his cock pointed out ninety degrees. “Sit.” He grinned as he pointed a finger to his muzzle. Trembling like a leaf, I went to climb over him. “Turn around, face that.” He nudged me towards his fat cock.

I felt insane as that made me relax, like no matter what was about to happen at least I could return to the one thing I knew. I lifted my leg over his face. “Mmh, good boy.” My balls dragged across his snout and embarrassment flushed my face. It didn’t seem real that anyone would want that part of me. His paws parted my ass cheeks, he made a tight sound. “Am I right in guessing nobody’s ever touched this?” he asked. I shook my head. “Even you?” I hesitated before I shook my head again. “Then lemme start by giving it a kiss.” He leant forward, I felt his warm breath a moment before his lips. I felt him draw in a deep breath against the base of my tail as it jittered across his forehead. It took me more than just a moment to register the contact.

The fidelity of contact staggered me, his lips were wet and edged by the shape of his fangs. I wanted to press back into him, I wanted to leap away and run.

Previously unused nerves tingled, new synapses fired. I recoiled from the strange pleasure at first. “Nice and tight.” He purred as he flicked his broad tongue up the back of my balls and over my taint. I jolted and reared my head but his firm paws held me against him. His warm tongue painted a perfect O around my hole. I jerked, overbalanced and only succeeded in smacking his cock against my forehead.

He made a low sound as he breathed out, his cock rubbed precum into my muzzle as he worked his hips. The bristles of his tongue dragged through the crease of my ass and left me crackling with pleasure and fear. I didn’t know what to do with these sensation, on instinct that terrified me but I had nowhere to go. He lavished the moment as he growled into my crack, the tip of his tongue flicked rapidly over my hole.

I shuddered and made such a sound I had to make sure I hadn’t started weeping. It felt so good I could only doubt that it was real. My hips bucked on instinct and ground my cock against his belly. It already seemed too much but my body refused to quit, this pleasure was foreign but all I had ever wanted. His tongue bunched against my hole before he pushed into me. I gasped and shouted as I tensed up and forced him out. He giggled. “Relax, relax, let me in boy.”

His wording stilled my fear. He wouldn’t force himself in, he was telling me to let him. I exhaled and tried to hold myself together as I relaxed. He wasted absolutely no time, his tongue punched back into me. I clawed at his thighs as I scrambled to hold onto anything. My head raised as pleasure roared through my entire body. His heavy paws pressed my cheeks wider as his tongue wriggled. I made noises I didn’t think I was capable of, moans escalated to voiced exhalations that seemed far too loud.

It was only now I realised we were in a locker room that anyone could walk into at any moment. Embarrassment crackled so heavily through me I almost lost myself to it. This was the lion’s territory and surely he wouldn’t initiate this if he didn’t think it was safe. I forced myself to the only distraction I had available, his sticky cock as it rubbed against my face and marked me with his precum.

I licked his cock and a shiver passed through his body. He growled as he worked his tongue deeper into me with renewed vigour, such an immediate and encouraging response sparked gratitude through me. I wanted him to feel good, I wanted him to make me feel good. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock and coated myself in his pre, he made a low rumbling sound and pressed firmer into my ass. Through the overwhelming pleasure that glowed in belly I found enough sense to open my mouth for him.

He thrust in, not far but enough to startle me. His hips worked as he moaned into the crack of my ass which only made me moan in turn. My cock ground into his chest as he moved, his tongue flicked wildly in my hole and his cock punched into my muzzle.

Too much. The pleasure within me cracked as I seized. He only growled and gripped me tighter against his body. I couldn’t take it, there was no escape from the thundering rush that wracked my body.

I bucked against his chest, unable to control myself as pleasure blasted through me. He pulled his head back to growl an emphatic “Fuck yeah!” His broad tongue dragged back up my taint before he buried it in my asshole once more. I squealed and thrashed against his hold on me. My cock ground into the coarse fur of his chest, my hips strained as I raised them and the world burst apart. Sensation flowed so wildly through me I couldn’t control myself. The bodily sensations I had always rejected punched a hole right through my skull and demanded attention. Every muscle in my body contracted. I held onto his thighs for dear life as my hips bucked so suddenly I swear I must’ve bruised my pelvis on his ribs.

My cum splattered on his belly with such force that I heard it before anything else. The world around me resumed as I heaved in a ragged breath.

“Good boy.” His voice softened. “Such a good boy.” He nuzzled my ass and then licked at my hole again. I scrunched my eyes shut as a second wave of pleasure boomed through me, my balls ached as another spurt of cum erupted over him. Dazzling euphoria prickled through my limbs, I nearly froze up entirely.

I tried to hide from the feelings by pinning my attention on his cock. I was jittery and could hardly control my bucking hips but I still pushed forward to swallow his cock. He exhaled, the sound was drawn out and ripe with the pleasure he felt. He sat up, his paws drifted down my body. I didn’t understand as he started to lift me away. I stretched my neck to try keep my lips around his cock. “Damn boy.” He wore a toothy smile as he put me on the floor between his knees. “Look at the mess you made.” He put a hand under my chin and lifted it towards the chaotic spray of cum I’d left on his belly. From the base of his pecs all the way down to his hips I’d painted my spunk on him.

I felt like maybe I’d done something wrong. I lapped at the mess, it seemed like my only way to fix it. He sucked in a breath, I kept going. If my cum had a flavour, it was lost under the notes of his precum and sweat that clung to my palate.

“You really are a good boy.” He spoke in his silken purr, a look of awe on his face as I finished cleaning him. “Good, good boy.” He rubbed my head affectionately, the same action pushed me back down between his legs. “Get your reward.”

To my logical mind there was no explainable reason why I lunged forward to gulp him down to the hilt. He struck the top of my throat and I my entire body shuddered as I suppressed a retch. I buried my nose in his crotch and sniffled eagerly at the sweaty stink of his pubes. His heavy paws fell to the top of my head as he cradled me in place.

“Fuck yes, now hold still.” His words cut lower than before, so full of force and passion. He wasted no time, his hips bucked so hard my entire body lifted. Both of his hands pressed against the side of my head, my vision blurred as he squeezed me. My skull felt anchored in place as he thrust into my muzzle, his cock weighed down on my tongue almost painfully. He slammed into my throat and moaned as I jerked through a poorly suppressed gag. “Take it boy, good boy.” Every repetition of the word boy felt like it reprogrammed my survival instincts to focus on his pleasure instead of my existence. He stabbed into my throat and the choking sounds I made only excited both of us.

The tips of my fingers buzzed, be it from excitement or a lack of air I didn’t know or care.

His exhalations grew voice, a strained breathy sound that only grew in intensity as he pounded my face even harder. His balls slapped against my chin and somehow he found the strength to tighten his grip on my skull even more. Time slipped through my fingers, I was so focused on keeping still, steady and open for him that nothing else mattered.

“Swallow it.” His voice jolted me back to the moment, the order was backed by anger I could only place as rage. He grunted as his entire body trembled. He growled as his hips bucked forward, his eyes scrunched shut and his claws twitched outward, I felt each one as a prickle of sharpness through my fur. I knew what was about to happen but I did not feel ready.

His cum sprayed off of the back of my throat and filled my mouth, I strained against the burning of my lungs and swallowed it as he shot more into me. I gulped it down again and once more before he let up. I gasped in a desperate breath, only now did I even taste his spunk. It was intensely salty, the flavour masked by his sweat before it gave way to something unique. It was broadly sweet, steeped in the darkness of his masculinity which only deepened in intensity as it clung to my palate. Another spurt of it warmed the roof of my mouth, I gulped it down and found myself probing the slit of his cock for more.

“Damn.” He still squeezed my head between his legs. His entire body rose and fell as he panted. “Damn,” he repeated. His hold on me eased, I made a squelching sound as I pulled back. “That’s the result of a man’s hard work.” He grinned at me, I knew I must’ve looked a mess.

I nodded, I felt I understood something of that now.

“I gotta train you, could go even further.” He exhaled again and scritched under my chin. “You really are a natural.” His words bounced uselessly off of my skull.

The world seemed quiet in the wake of his orgasm. I clung to his leg, unsure what to do with myself.

I kept licking at him, my tongue snapped up every residual drop of his cum until he picked me up and stood me on my feet. In a blink he was crowding over me, his thick arms around my body and his face in front of mine. He kissed me with a passion that drained me of any strength I had left. I felt myself go lax in his hold as our tongues mingled. He purred with our bodies intertwined, the vibration echoed through me as a tremendous weight fell from my shoulders.

I could barely stand as he released me. “That was so damn hot.” He raised his eyebrows as he puffed out a quick breath. “You taste like my cock and smell like my nuts.” A satisfied grin settled on his lips. “Like that?”

I nodded so quickly that I felt dizzy.

“Good boy.” His smile widened. “Lemme getcha cleaned up.” He herded me into a shower, I think he could tell I lacked the resolve to have any agency here and rather than abandon me he helped me stand under the steaming water. I trembled when his paws found my shoulders, he worked the muscles there and it felt like he was prodding around in my soul. I could scarcely breathe but this kind of touch was a delight, a joy I’d never known before.

He produced a bar of soap and without asking he dragged it through my fur. I let him wash me, whatever shame I might’ve felt had run dry the moment I stuck my snout in his armpit. As he started to lather my crotch, I couldn’t control the reaction of my body. He so seamlessly shifted me in his paws so his cock ground between my cheeks while he jerked me off. I shot rope so hard I stumbled forward, I slid down the wall and found myself curled around his ankles. The sensations of my body were so overwhelmingly pleasurable that I was thankful the shower hid my tears.

He watched me for a moment before he went about cleaning himself. I was glad to feel ignored, it gave me a space where I felt I could recover. I couldn’t tell if I felt overwhelmed because I’d been stuffed full of so many sensations or because so much tension had released in so short a time.

I struggled to reflect on what I’d done. My physical actions were a mystery beyond my comprehension, but I knew how I felt. I knew what I thought, and it was insane to me. I was unrecognisable. Had I really accepted death? The thought was jarring. I distinctly remembered… what on earth? By choking on his cock? Wow. Processing that thought was so out of my capability I had no idea how to even start. Instead, I felt silly and more than a little grateful. What a ridiculous thing to emerge from such an amazing experience.

He cut off the water and reached a hand out to help me up. My cheeks warmed as my gaze tracked past his hand and towards his crotch. “Thanks.” I stood, my legs ached from all the shaking I’d been doing. He nodded and sauntered out of the shower to grab his towel.

“Do you um, did you uh…” I blinked at him. A rueful smile lit on his face as he reached into his locker and produced a spare towel for me. “Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Not a problem.” He watched me dry myself, his gaze warm against my exposed body. For a frigid moment I wanted to cover up, but it seemed a foolish thing. He’d already seen and uh, tasted everything.

As I finished towelling off, he retrieved his sweaty jersey from the bench. “Lift your arms.” He spoke in that direct tone again. I did as told and he draped it over my head. “For being such a good boy, why don’t you keep that?” It didn’t fit at all, but that only emphasised the billowing scent of his body that rose up to meet me. I could’ve drooled, it now seemed both important and good for me to stink like him. He picked up his boxers, turned them inside out and took a hearty sniff at the front of them. A dull smile grew on his muzzle before he thrust them in my face, I gulped at the scent of his sweaty cock. He made an approving sound as my tongue flashed out to lap at the damp cloth.

“Such a good boy.” He clapped his hand down between my ears and scritched at me until I cooed. “You’re adorable, but you don’t seem very familiar with your own body.” He wore a look of pure understanding. I shook my head. “That’s okay. You can get familiar with mine, so it can help you get familiar with yours.” He leant forward to kiss me on the lips. I froze at first, but when his tongue darted forward I welcomed it. My hands were shaking as I lifted them to his mane and tangled my fingers through his hair. When he pulled back, I was reluctant to let him go. “Same time tomorrow night?”

“Tomor… oh, I- yeah, I can.” I couldn’t grasp thoughts but excitement made my tongue stumble over itself.

“I’m here five nights a week. Why don’t you try that too.”

“Yeah! I, okay, yeah I can do that.” I couldn’t contain myself. Could I do that? Bloody hell, I’d do that if every night ended like this.

“Gym buddies.” He extended a paw. I shook his hand before he squeezed and tugged me closer to his chest. “And fuck buddies,” he voice was a gravely purr in my ear. I had no answer but to nod. As he held me against his body I could feel how still his heart was compared to mine. “Drives me crazy to smell myself on you. Why don’t we swing back to my place tomorrow?” He put a meaty paw on my ass and squeezed it. I jumped but didn’t try to pull away. “We’ll skip the showers, I bet you’d like that.”

I squeaked.

“Good.” He turned to dress himself, I stared longingly at his muscular ass and nearly squealed as I watched his heavy balls dangle from behind. Once more it took me a moment to realise he was putting on a show. I laughed, he glanced over his shoulder to beam at me. My cheeks ached as I smiled back, it had been a while since I felt this kind of lightness about me.

I drifted in his wake to the front of the gym, where we traded numbers and agreed again to meet back at 2am tomorrow night.

As I stepped outside, a cool breeze carried the refreshing night air to me. For once when I breathed I felt the energy in my lungs.