Mine
Vance Solano was not at all surprised when he noticed the rottie following him towards the locker room. He had intentionally waited until everyone but the two owners of the gym, a buff tiger and an even bigger rottie, had already gone home for the evening. He had been going to the gym for a little over a week now, and every time he'd encountered them, they'd been nothing but friendly to him. But he was hoping that maybe tonight, with everyone else out of the way, there might be something more.
He went to his locker and opened it up to grab a towel, and he stopped for a moment to check his reflection in the mirror inside. Vance was handsome and pretty buff himself from hitting the gym so often. The doberman had the typical black and rust colored markings of his species, and short darker brown hair. He had worked up a good sweat, and his white tank top was wet with perspiration. He threw the towel over his shoulder and grabbed his gym bag, pausing to rifle through it a moment.
He didn't hear the rottie approach, he just suddenly felt him towering behind him, wasting no time in invading Vance's personal space. The rottie leaned one huge arm against the lockers, effectively blocking Vance from turning as he pushed up against him. He was taller than Vance by almost a foot, which put his pecs pressing lightly against Vance's shoulders, and the rather large bulge in his gym shorts right around the small of Vance's back. He was so much taller that he actually had to lean over to talk into Vance's ear, his voice low and smooth.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Vance's ear twitched, and he turned his head just enough to look at the massive rottie out of the corner of his eye. His heart was suddenly racing, and before he could answer, the rottie was sliding his free hand up Vance's shirt, his massive paw nearly able to cover all of Vance's slender, muscular chest. The rottie chuckled, and it made Vance's whole body clench, his cock hardening in his shorts. The rottie's paw stopped to linger on the dobie's right pec, tweaking the nipple as he spoke.
"You're Vance, right?" All Vance could do in response was nod. "I'm Eric," the rottie continued. "I'm glad you stayed tonight. I've had my eye on you all week, and I've really been looking forward to this."
Vance was about to ask what exactly he meant when Eric's paw suddenly dropped from beneath the dobie's shirt and closed around the growing bulge in Vance's shorts. Instead of words, his breath came out as a low moan, his body tensed to the point that he was practically trembling.
The rottie chuckled again, his breath warm against Vance's ear. "You like that, pup?" Vance nodded again, practically panting. Eric smiled and licked the smaller dog's ear, setting him trembling again, his cock pulsing in the rottie's grip. Eric chuckled again, and stepped back, turning Vance around slowly, his hand still on the doberman's groin.
"Well now, let's get a good look at you," he said, moving his hands back and looking Vance over. "Up," he gestured, and Vance raised his arms accordingly, his armpits still sweaty from his workout. Eric stepped forward again, taking the doberman's t-shirt in his hands and lifting it off his head, almost the way a parent would undress a child. He grinned down at Vance, running his paws over the doberman's bare chest.
Vance grunted a little, having trouble standing up against Eric's powerful hands. Even unintentionally, the rottie was strong. Vance's heart beat quicker as he realized that he would be helpless if the rottie decided to get rough. The thought worried him slightly, but it was buried underneath the feeling of the huge paws fondling his chest. He couldn't even think of what to say, but Eric didn't seem interested in conversation anyway.
Eric continued to run his paws over the doberman's chest, kneading his pecs, sliding to his arms to test his biceps, tracing every rise in his abs. Vance was reminded of the way they inspect horses, thoroughly checking them for signs of age and fitness. The rottie's paws finally stopped at the waistband of Vance's red gym shorts, which were obscenely bulging in the front. Eric's face was eager but thoughtful, and he stepped back, his paws cupping Vance's ass and pulling him forward with him.
Eric sat down on the bench along the center of the room, which put his head at about Vance's pecs, so that he would have to look up at him to see his face. But it wasn't his face he was interested in. Without another word, he tugged the red gym shorts down, leaving Vance in only a white jock strap that was being stretched away from his body by an increasing bulge.
The rottie's paws followed the gym shorts down to Vance's knees, then slid their way up his thighs again until they were cupping his ass. He slid one finger from the top of his ass crack downward forcing it between his cheeks until he brought a moan from Vance as he spread his legs apart.
Eric smirked up at him. "That jock strap looks like it's getting just a bit small for you. Let me make you more comfortable." Vance nodded, and felt Eric's hands move up to clench the elastic band that sat just above his tail. Vance watched the muscles in Eric's arm move as the rottie gave one quick jerk and grunt, easily snapping the waistband in two. He dropped the loose ends, leaving it to dangle on Vance's cock. Grinning, he slid his paws along the uninterrupted plane of Vance's ass, teasing his stubby tail just a bit. He moved his hands back around, sliding them up Vance's inner thighs until they reached the dangling jock strap. Gently, he pulled back the cloth and let it fall to the floor around Vance's feet.
The doberman's cock was hard and pink, pulsing with anticipation, nearly 8 inches beyond the furry, rust-colored sheathe. Eric moved one hand down to cup the large rusty-brown balls in his hands, easily rolling them both in one palm. "Not bad for such a little, pup," he commented. He moved his paw along the base of the sheathe and gripped the shaft, chuckling. Only the very tip stuck out of his massive fist.
Vance gasped for air at the rottie's touch, and moaned harder as Eric slid his hand slowly back and forth along the shaft. He'd never felt like this before, so helpless and aroused at the same time, and he was already leaking a bit of pre in the rottie's palm. He swallowed hard, still gasping for breath as he tried to hold himself back. Eric didn't seem to mind, though. He pulled his paw back, slick with pre and stared up into Vance's eyes as he licked it from his fingertips, taking care to suck on each finger until it was entirely clean.
"Tasty," he declared, smirking. "Maybe now you'd like a taste of mine, eh, pup?"
Vanced gulped, eyeing the enormous bulge in the rottie's shorts. "Yes, sir," he said.
Eric stood, once more towering over Vance, and guided the doberman back down to sit on the bench. He realized with something of a shock that he was now nearly at eye level with Eric's abs, and his eyes immediately went to the bulge dangling just below.
Eric started to lift the sweaty gray t-shirt over his head, but then stopped, grinning. He took it in both hands instead, and with almost no effort, he ripped the shirt open, splitting it across the chest, laughing with delight as it hung tattered around him, framing his dark black and tan chest. He gave a little shrug and the remains of the shirt came sliding off, falling to the floor. Next he moved down to his gray shorts, but instead of ripping those off, he simply gave a quick tug, having to pull them out a bit in front to get them over his massive bulge.
He stood before Vance now in nothing but a bright red poser that was stretched far too tight. The rottie's balls had been forced out the sides of it by the massive, aroused cock that protuded from his rust-colored sheathe and extended up beyond the poser's waistband the head resting on his abs. With one hand, he unlatched the poser and let it fall away, revealing a gorgeous 11-inch cock.
Vance stared, wide eyed, and licked his lips, leaning forward. Eric put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, chuckling. "I like that you're eager," he said. "But I'd rather bring it to you..." He took two steps forward to close the distance between them, his massive cock bobbing and balls swaying, brushing against his thighs. He lifted one leg and placed it on the bench next to Vance, grinning as he brought his cock towards the doberman's mouth.
Vance reached out nervously, placing his hands on Eric's hips to steady himself as he brought his muzzle closer to the rottie's shaft. He licked the tip tentatively, and when Eric gave a small grunt of pleasure, he continued. He took the shaft into his muzzle and sucked hard, drawing another, louder moan as he began to work it, his head bobbing back and forth, lapping up the taste of the rottie's pre. Eric moaned and grunted, and began to thrust forward to meet the doberman's mouth each time, until they fell into a rhythm, the sensations building with each movement.
"Stop," Eric panted. "I'm close..." The doberman moved back, licking the slick sex from his lips, watching Eric's face.
Eric ran his paw along his cock, his fingers coming away wet with spit and pre. "Bend over," he commanded, and Vance complied, standing and leaning over the bench a bit, spreading his ass with one paw, supporting himself with the other.
He gasped as the rottie thrusted against him, his cock sliding along the crack of Vance's ass. The doberman's paw moved to help guide him in, and as it pressed against his asshole, he gave a startled moan as he realized just how big it actually was.
"Ooooooo, FUCK," he said as the rottie slid inside for the first time, forcing the doberman's legs further and further apart. The rottie gripped Vance's thighs in both hands and practically lifted him off the floor as he began to thrust, working further in each time, bringing moans and cries to Vance's throat every time. Vance couldn't think around it, the pleasure and pain of it as Eric increased his urgency, pounding away at his ass until both of them were moaning and crying out. He could feel the knot starting to form, felt it sliding in, and he gasped harder, unable to believe that he could take all of this monster's cock.
He cried out, and Eric let out an ear-piercing howl as he began to cum, spurting wave after wave of his seed into the doberman's body. His howl became a moan as his orgasm began to subside, his cock firmly buried in Vance's ass. Vance panted, exhausted and trembling, so absorbed in the rottie's cock that he only dimly realized that he hadn't cum yet himself. He was so exhausted that Eric was pretty much the only thing holding him up.
"Tsk, tsk," he heard a voice say from across the room. He looked up and saw the tiger, Kindle, leaning in the doorway in nothing but a blue poser. His body wasn't as muscled as the rottie's, but it was still impressive, with a more lithe, limber look. His tail twitched as he watched them, and the bulge in his poser was large but not quite hard. He took a few steps into the room and approached Vance where he was still dangling over the bench. "You didn't even let the boy poor finish, Eric," he teased.
Eric smirked. "I couldn't help myself. He's just so damn tight!"
Vance grinned meekly, but he could still only barely think around the huge cock in his ass, and the throbbing cock of his own. Kindle put a hand on his chin and lifted his head to look up at him. "You want me to help you out, kid?" Vance nodded and squeaked out a "yes," and Kindle grinned broadly. "Sure thing." He looked up at the big rottie. "You wanna help me out, since you've got him indisposed?"
Eric rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arms around the smaller dog, manuevering them both so that Eric was sitting on the bench now, legs spread wide, with Vance still on his cock, his legs draped over Eric's thighs, his body leaning back against that massive chest with Eric's big arms wrapped around him to hold him up. The feel of the big rottie's body all around him and inside him made Vance's cock dribble even more pre, leaving a small puddle on the floor. Kindle approached them, putting a paw on each of Eric's knees, and grinned.
"He's not as big as you, Eric, but he sure puts out a lot of juice!" He reached out and ran a paw over Vance's sac, giving it a little squeeze and bringing a moan from the dog. He leaned forward, looking up at Vance as Vance stared back down at him, and then focused on the doberman's cock, catching a drop of pre on his tongue with an "mmmm" sound. He licked his tongue along the length of the pink shaft, once, twice, like the proverbial cat with cream, his tongue rougher than Vance was used to. Then he took the length of him into his mouth, almost all eight inches.
Vance moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. He reached up behind him and ran a paw up over the back of Eric's head, and Eric grinned as the smaller dog squirmed around the knot in his cock. He massaged Vance's pecs with his big paws, while Kindle worked away at his shaft until the small dog moaned and yelped, overloaded by it all, and began to cum into Kindle's mouth, so much that Kindle had to draw back, wiping his lips and laughing a bit as the mutt continued to spray him with seed. A nice knot had formed in that thick pink flesh.
Kindle sat back on the floor and smiled, stroking himself a bit through the poser as he watched Vance struggle to catch his breath, collapsed against the rottie's chest. The tiger's tail twitched playfully and he stood slowly, lifting himself up with this hands on Eric's knees. "Well now," he said, "it seems it's my turn...I mean that's only fair, right?"
Vance swallowed hard, his body aching and exhausted, but he nodded, still catching his breath. Kindle smiled, his face unreadable, and reached down to his poser to unfasten it. To Vance's surprise, the tiger was barely half-aroused, his cock hanging almost limp from the sheathe. He glanced up at the tiger's face, confused, but the tiger just grinned. "You're gonna have to come down from there, first," he said.
Vance started to protest, but he felt Eric's strong paws on each side of his waist, lifting him up, and he gave a long moan as the knot slid out of his ass. It seemed to take forever to reach the end of the rottie's cock, and then he was just dangled in the air for a moment, before Eric lowered him down to the floor. Vance's legs were still shaking, and he had to lean on Eric's thighs for support. Kindle went to him, putting his hands on Vance's shoulders and pressing down, indicating that Vance should get on his knees.
Vance looked up at him, still confused. "I don't understand...," he said, glancing at Kindle's cock. "What do you want me to do?"
Kindle, leaned down, pressing his forehead against Vance's and talking low. "Well, first we've got to get that scent of rottie off of you." He grinned. "You know how territorial cats can be." He rubbed his forehead against Vance's again and then stood up, taking his cock in hand and aiming at Vance's chest. Vance still wasn't sure what was happening until the stream of urine hit his chest, warm and sticky against his pecs, and ran dripping down his abs to pool around his knotted cock and sheathe. The big cat sighed contentedly as he relieved himself, and he grinned down at Vance. "There, that's better. Now you're mine," he said. "Mine, to do whatever I want."
Vance looked up at him, part of him feeling humiliated, but part of him exhilirated as well, as the tiger stroked his head. He felt a strange sense of belonging, as he if really was the big cat's property now. He suddenly had a sense, too, that the rottie was just as much Kindle's as Vance now was, and that whatever they'd done together had been a warm up for Kindle.
The tiger grinned down at him benevolently, still stroking his ears. "Now," he said. "Fair is fair. I stroked your cock..." He took the doberman's paw in his and guided it to his sheathe, his cock barely poking out. "...so you stroke mine."
Vance gladly took the tiger's cock in his grip, working the soft white balls with one hand as massaged the sheath and head, coaxing him to erection with each short stroke. Each time he reached the head he swirled a finger around it, tracing the line of the slit and bringing a moan from the tiger. "Mmmm....you're...good at this...," Kindle gasped between stroke, grinning. His cock was fully engorged now, a good 9 inches above the sheath. Vance slid his hand along again and traced the veins, sliding along til he reached the slit again. He was about move his hand away when Kindle caught it in his massive paw, holding him there, his cock pulsing beneath their hands.
"Very good," he said, rubbing the doberman's head and ears with his free paw. "Very, very good. But now I want to do something a little...different." The rottie chuckled, and Kindle's eyes flicked to him, then back to Vance. Vance felt a knot of fear in his stomach as he looked up at the tiger, but he nodded all the same.
Kindle grinned down at him. "Did you know that I'm not originally from here?" he said. "Back where I come from, I was considered a god, a god of sex and fertility. I left them because I got bored, and I ran across Eric working here at this gym and couldn't help myself. I had to have him. Like I had to have you." He ran his paw through Vance's hair again, gently. "When I marked you before, it wasn't just something sexual. I was marking you as mine, a disciple, a part of me."
Vance stared up at him, his muzzle slightly open. "It sounds so weird, but...I felt it...like I really, truly, belonged to you."
Kindle smiled down. "Because you do, now," he said. "But now you have to undergo the next step. I want you to become a part of me."
Kindle's paw moved over Vance's hand, and Vance let him guide his fingers towards the slit of his cock. Suddenly his fingers were being pressed into the slit, bringing a moan of pleasure from the big cat. But it wasn't just about pleasure, as Vance suddenly felt a tug, almost a pulling sensation, as the cat's slit seemed to stretch around his fingers, swallowing up his entire hand. He looked up at Kindle, panic in his eyes, but the cat only pushed him closer.
It was like being eaten alive. Kindle's cock seemed to be growing, or at least stretching, swallowing the doberman up, his whole arm inside it now, and Kindle placed his paw on Vance's head, literally almost shoving him in as the cock stretched forth to gobble him up. Vance cried out in fear, but it was swallowed up in a moan by the sensations around him, as the tissues around him seemed to press against him. There aren't muscles in a male penis, but it was though some force was pulling him along, forcing him down inside until his entire body was enclosed.
Outside, Kindle's cock still seemed distorted, but was quickly returning to its normal shape. His balls, however, were full of doberman, though they, too, seemed to be getting smaller. Kindle purred, and walked over to Eric, who still sat on the bench, watching him, practically licking his lips in anticipation. The tiger approached him, and the rottie swing one leg over the bench so that he was straddling it and laid back, spreading his legs so that his ass was wide open. "I'm ready," he said, looking up the cat.
"Good boy." Kindle grinned, straddling the bench as well, so that his distended balls were resting on the wood. He leaned into the rottie, working his way inside him, and began to thrust in and out, bringing moans from them both.
Inside, Vance could feel every sensation, every thrust sending waves of pure pleasure through his body, as though there were nothing but pleasure in the world. His mind was still trying to process what had just happened, but his body was just reacting. He seemed to be floating, his cock hard, gasping for breath but somehow not needing it, his muscles clenching and flexing as he was suspended there, lost to everything but the pleasure.
He had no idea how long it was before he heard Kindle's voice moaning, "I'm close!" but somehow he knew that he would be cumming right along with him. He felt one last wave of pleasure and then he was suddenly moving, swept along as he released his load into the sea around, his whole world moving too fast for him to keep up. He felt as though he were airborne a moment, and then everything was still, his body wet and heavy, his eyes still adjusting.
He blinked and thought he saw the tiger, but something was...off. He blinked again, wiping something white from his eyes and realized that something was very off. The tiger towered above him, looming huge and ominous like a storm cloud on the horizon, stretching high into the sky. Before him, his cock dripped sticky white seed down onto the rottie's cock, which itself was dripping and wet, and looming up huge before him like an oil tanker.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows and found his body was drenched in jizz, awash in a pool of it. He looked back and saw the rottie's pecs rising above him, the rottie grinning down at him, and it slowly sank in that he was on Eric's chest, only a inch tall at most, probably less, staring up at a literal sex god and his servant.
Kindle reached down and plucked him from the sticky white mess, lifting him up towards his muzzle. For one frightening moment, when Vance saw his teeth, he felt a stab of fear that the tiger was going to eat him. But Kindle's tongue flicked out to greet him, licking the seed from him gently, though his massive tongue was rough as sandpaper. The sensation was overwhelming, as every sensation this evening had been, and all Vance could do was lay in his palm and pant, trying to catch his breath.
Kindle grinned down at him and the rottie looked on eagerly. "Now you are my true disciple," he proclaimed. "You are a part of me, sharing my power, and you will remain with me so long as we both will it."
Vance nodded eagerly. "Thank you, master! But...will I stay like this forever?"
Kindle's smile widened. "No, my pet, you'll return to normal soon. But until then, I'll take care of you." He nuzzled the little doberman affectionately.
"Because you're mine."