Working Things Out: Part 1
Working Things Out
Part 1: Gym Bunny
By Ouroboro
"Rude motherfuckers..."
Tony "Won Ton" Wong sighed as he pulled the jockstrap elastic against his thumb, stretching it out and letting loose towards the laundry bin. He held his breath for a moment as the thing sailed through the air and landed half-in, half out of the rapidly growing pile.
"Eh," he shrugged and turned back to the locker room. Half of it was nearly sparkling while the other half was still draped with filthy shorts, jocks and tanktops, looking as if Fruit of the Loom had just run a strategic air strike against Won Ton Fitness.
One locker in the VIP section seemed to have taken the brunt of the impact, and Tony knew whose it was right away.
Mullins. Messy fucking Mullins.
Spreading to either side, welling over with sweaty, cold cloth, Finn Mullins' most recent pile was probably one of his best executed.
"Prick," Tony cursed as he began shoving socks, shirts, and shorts under his arm. At last the pile was gone, and all that remained was a single, yellowed jock strap.
The big bear sighed as he considered it.
Finnegan Mullins. They'd gone to high school together, and even though Tony was, by far, the larger of the two, the tiny track star rabbit had made his formative years a living hell.
It wasn't until college (state, of course, he couldn't afford Mullins' liberal arts degree-via-Lawyer Daddy's-income) that Tony had shed the weight that had earned him his ignominious moniker, whose meaning had changed since he'd converted the bulk of his...bulk...into solid muscle. He shrugged to himself as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Hell, a six foot eight, two hundred eighty pound sixteen year old named Tony Wong...if he'd been Finn, he'd probably have come up with the nickname himself.
But Tony was Tony and Finn was Finn, and now, having both moved to the same city, Tony owned and operated Won Ton's while Finnegan Mullins, Esq. worked out late at night after finishing his days at one of the state's top law firms.
Seeing the rich little rabbit stride into the gym with that same confident smirk a year ago had nearly shattered his resolve, his strength, which he'd worked so hard to achieve through college and into his years of building the business. Hell, even the name came from Finn. Tony had decided to run with it, flaunting the former epithet to refer to his current power builder's body.
But when Finn had signed up for VIP membership that day, it was like sophomore year all over again. Sure, he was polite at first, but after a few weeks, the rabbit's claws were out once again and digging into Tony's resolve.
Of course, it didn't help that he'd been in love with Finn since he'd first seen him win that varsity relay ten years ago.
All the subtle glances in the locker room back then...all the stolen touches whenever he'd brush by, using his girth as an excuse for any, even the most fleeting and clumsy contact, had made blood race as a terrible romance blossomed in his chest.
Now, standing there with the jockstrap in his hand...he couldn't help but wonder...couldn't help but be close where there was no intimacy.
He brought it to his face and inhaled deeply.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Won Ton?"
Tony could actually feel the blood freeze in his veins--it was particularly unpleasant.
"Finn, I...I..."
"You...you...you...were sniffing my damn jock is what you were doing..."
That mocking voice, just like they were sixteen again. Tony could almost feel the fat on him again, the slowness, the weakness in his arms and in his legs.
Sneakered feet padded along the tile floor, and there he was, Finnegan Mullins, Varsity Track Champion of Gaffe County High four years running, Valedictorian, then Summa Cum Laude Ivy Leaguer, now one of the highest paid lawyers in the state.
Finnegan Mullins, all five foot ten of him, lithe, thin, and not even glancing at the bear as he snatched the jock strap from his hands.
"Lord it'd be an awful shame if it got out that you were such a fucking freak, Won Ton. I mean, as well as a faggot, but then that's not politically correct these days is it?"
Tony had no breath for words. Finnegan had stolen it as surely as if he'd given the bear a shot to the gut.
"I think a permanent free VIP membership should just about keep me quiet, along with carte blanche at the juice bar. Not that I can't afford it, y'understand, but...well...I've got a big mouth and it takes a great deal of effort to keep it shut. I wouldn't do it without compensation, and, well, you understand that as a business owner, don't you Won Ton?
Tony couldn't even nod. He just stood there, eyes wide, silently gazing at the pattern of the tiles on the floor.
"Well, I'll let you think it over. Meanwhile," he began to strip, "I'm gonna wash this stink off of me. Oh, and here..." Finn said, tossing both jockstraps at Tony's face, "Two for one special."
There was no sound in the locker room until the squeak of the faucet handle and subsequent rush of water from the showers. All the while, Tony stood there, still as a statue, staring blankly at the floor.
The thing that snapped inside of him made no sound as it did so, and, Tony thought as a smile began to creep across his face, no one was around to hear it if it had.
In fact, no one was around to hear anything at this hour.
Tony bent slowly and plucked a dirty jockstrap from the floor.
"Compensation..." he growled, "Now there's an idea, Finn...there's an idea."
***
Hands on white fur soaping pink nipples and low hanging balls, fondling a cock that was huge for his size. Finn loved that cock...it was what made the ladies love him...well, that and his hot as shit fucking car.
He grinned and chuckled as the water ran down his face and neck, thinking about how Won Ton had lusted after it for all those years. How kind the fates must be to bring them back together like this, to put the big fucking faggot right in the palm of his hand once and for all.
Kind, or totally fucking savage.
The water chased away the lather as he ran his hands over his hard won body, his runner's build slowly bulking up to be a bit more substantial than it had been in high school. After all, there's a thin line between hot and scrawny, and Finn wanted to make sure he was on the right side of it.
You had to look good in front of a jury...hell, you had to look good in front of everybody, all the time. Even Won Ton knew that.
Won Ton.
It wasn't hate exactly, that Finn felt for the bear...perhaps it was pity--the kind of pity you feel for a bird with a busted wing just before you put it out of its misery. Then again, Finn was usually the one to do the wing busting in the first place.
No, it wasn't pity. There was no place for pity in the rabbit's world, or for compassion. Those were traits of the weak, and Finn was anything but that. For him, strength was everything, inside and out, and you had to make sure both of those aspects of yourself were diamond hard or razor sharp. Any softness anywhere was a spot where they could get you.
And as Finn groaned, letting loose a stream of piss onto the tiled floor (something specifically forbidden by a sign on the wall), he felt only disgust for Won Ton's softness.
Once the shower was off, he stepped onto the floor, the water dripping into his eyes and blurring his vision as he searched for a towel.
So he didn't see the bear waiting with his back to the wall.
Nor did he hear the voyeur's soft, slow breaths as he watched the rabbit dry himself off.
But, as he wrapped the towel about his waist, his eyes fell on a small brown bottle glass bottle sitting next to his locker.
"What the fu...mmmph!"
A powerfully muscled arm wrapped itself around his chest, gripping him just in his armpit as a great, wide hand pressed a damp cloth against his face. In his surprise, he sucked in a deep breath, drawing a sharp smelling something into his lungs, causing him to choke and cough. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but he knew that he was in trouble. His hands flew up to the arms around him and he began to grab at them and pull, but they would not give. His legs began to kick for purchase against the tile floor, but he was quickly lifted into the air, around a foot or so...and there was no leverage to be gained.
Finn was suddenly very aware of his heartbeat. He remembered hearing somewhere that rabbits were so high strung that there was a big risk of them being scared to death during times of stress.
He struggled harder, but the arms just tightened in response, and for some reason...for some reason...his heart was slowing.
No no no no no no no no the word beat through his brain in time with his pulse.
He knew what this was.
He knew and he was scared...so fucking scared.
But not his attacker...no. The thud of the heart against the chest behind him was slow, steady, immutable...and...and...oh God.
No...no...no...no...
Slower now, slower the thing against his ass grew harder, pressed harder as he was held close, and he tried to kick but it was like swimming...like treading water.
I never cared much for swimming...didn't have the muscle for it...didn't have the muscle...too weak. I didn't do it because I was...too weak...weak...
The dangling feet moved less and less now, scissoring gently against the bear's legs.
The bear...
The bear...
No... ... no... ...no...
The feet went still and dangled, toes pointing towards the floor.
As the rabbit's hands loosened about the bear's arms and fell limply to his sides, Tony couldn't help but smile.
"Sweet dreams, Finn," he whispered, with something like pity in his voice.
***
Swimming.
Finn always hated swimming. No air...the muscle burn a hundred times worse than running. Running was natural. It was what rabbits did from the First. It was what they were born to do...but swimming?
He was swimming now.
No...not swimming.
Drifting...floating...
"Drifting...floating..."
Who was that? Who's there?
On the bench, the rabbit's head flopped to the side as he mumbled something incomprehensible.
"That's it, Finn...just drifting and floating..."
Tony's hand laid on the rabbit's stomach, huge and wide and brown against the tight, white abdominals, and it made him wonder at how vulnerable Finn was, lying there.
I could kill him if I wanted to...snap his neck like a twig.
The bear shook his head. First of all, that wasn't what he wanted and it wasn't what Finn deserved.
Second of all, it would be too easy.
"Finn, can you hear me?"
Another moan from that pretty mouth. The bear sighed and let his hand roam over the contours of the body before him, letting his hand rise and fall slowly with every breath. The workouts had certainly done their job--he remembered how scrawny Finn had been in high school...now every muscle was so well defined...so perfectly sculpted. And the face...as handsome as it had ever been, brow furrowed in his troubled sleep.
"Finn if you understand what I'm saying, nod your head."
With tin-man slowness, the chin rose and fell.
Tony grinned and continued to let his thumb drift across the pink nipples, making little furrows in the white chestfur with each stroke.
"Finn, this feels good, doesn't it?"
A bit of a groan now.
"No? Then...how about this?"
His hand reached down to the rabbit's thigh and stroked upward...upward...and with that he could see the towel pulse a bit.
"That feels really good, Finn. Just nod your head so I know that you agree."
A pause, and then a nod.
"Good...good boy. I bet you're pretty confused right now, huh?"
Another slow nod.
"That's a shame, Finn...but it's all right. I can help you. I know exactly what you need to do. Would you like some help? That's right. Good. The first step to getting help is knowing that you need it. And you need my help, don't you? That's right..."
The hand on Finn's thigh had stopped its ascent, but it kept right on rubbing gently, squeezing, and it was joined by its counterpart on the opposite thigh.
"Do you trust me, Finn?"
There was no nod this time, and his breathing increased. Sensing that he was getting too light. Tony dribbled a bit of the chloroform onto the fur of Finn's neck, just letting the fumes gently rise about his head. In a few moments, his breathing had slowed again.
"You trust me, Finn...don't you, I know you do...you know you do...so just nod your head, okay?"
"O...kay...."
The first understandable words all night! Tony's cock throbbed at the possibilities, even as his heart leapt into his throat at the thought of the consequences.
"Good...good boy, Finn." He grinned as his hand began to rise, inching closer under the towel towards the cock which was rapidly tenting the terrycloth.
"You're dreaming, Finn. This is a dream. Do you believe that?"
A pause.
"You trust me, don't you? Yes...good boy. Of course you do...so you believe me when I tell you that you're dreaming. Isn't that right?"
A nod and the hand rose higher and higher, finally reaching the warm, soft flesh of his balls.
"It's such a good dream, Finn. Such a wonderful dream. And I'm here to guide you through it...and you love this dream, don't you, Finn?"
Big fingers began to fondle the flesh, and the delicate orbs within. Tony's own member was rock hard, and his free hand began to stroke it as he sighed.
"Yessss...."
"Good boy. I make my living fulfilling people's dreams...did you know that, Finn? You didn't? Well I do. Most folks who come to me dream of looking better...being stronger or faster or healthier...and I help them with that. Just like I'm helping you with your dream."
The hand now moving up...up to the tent in the towel, gripping the cock...so thick and warm and long... Finn gasped in his half sleep and smiled.
"And I'll tell you what this dream is about, Finn...it's about being free and happy. You feel free and happy, don't you, as you drift here?"
A nod.
"Good boy," he sighed as he squeezed both his and Finn's cocks together. "Good boy," another squeeze, "And it feels so good every time I call you a good boy, doesn't it?"
"Yahhh...ssssss'hot..."
"Good boy."
Squeeeze.
"To be happy and free, you have to be a good boy. You know this is true, don't you?"
"Uhhh...."
"Good boy."
"Ohhhhhhyeahhhh...."
"What do you have to do to be happy and free?"
"Beeee...gooood..."
"That's right, pet..."
"Pet? Nooo...not...what?"
Tony's heart raced as his hand reached for the bottle again.
"Whasss...wasss...ohhh..."
Slowly, determinedly, Tony began to stroke in earnest as he held the newly soaked cloth just under the rabbit's pink nose.
"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"
"Yeahh...."
"And good boys do what they're told, don't they?"
"Uhhhh....oh yeahhhh..."
"And you're a good boy, so what do you do?"
"Duh...dunno..."
"You do what you're told. What are you?"
"Good boy..."
"And what do you do?"
"Wha...what'm toooolllld..."
"Good pet."
No resistance this time, and now both cocks were slick with precum, and a dark spot began to form at the tip of Finn's tent.
"That's right...that's right...and I can make you feel good...I can make you feel better than ever before....better than you ever thought possible. But you have to be a good boy. Can you do that?"
"Ohhhh...yeah..."
"Good boy. You have to do what your told, don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Good boy. Now I'm going to help you fulfill your dream of being happy and free...and good boys are happy and free."
"Unnnnnh..."
"And good boys do what they're told."
"Mmmmm..."
"And doing what you're told makes you feel happy and free, yes?"
"Yessssss...."
"It's good to do what you're told."
"It's good to obey."
"It's good to obey me."
The rabbit was breathing rapidly now, but not out of fear...this time it was from the arousal that was rapidly rising from deep in his balls, welling up from the base of his cock.
"I bet you're really close now, aren't you, Finn?"
"Uhh...uhhuh..."
"And you want to come really badly, don't you?"
"Yes...oh yes..."
"Good boy. And I promise it will be the greatest orgasm of your life."
"Please...."
"But you have to promise me something."
"Any....anything..."
Tony leaned in close, his face just next to Finn's ear. For a moment he was quiet as he breathed deeply. The smell of soap and fresh sweat along with a slight tinge of chloroform sent him over the edge, his cock spurting hot seed all over the rabbit's towel. He grunted for a moment and leaned in, licking the rabbit's bare neck before whispering in his hear.
"Yes...yes anything...anything for you...sir...please...please just let me cum."
When he was finished, he leaned back and unfolded the soiled towel, letting the huge, pink cock spring free from its confines. Again he stopped, just to admire it's length...the way the light softly accentuated its contours...the heavy balls dangling beneath it.
As Finn writhed in pleasured agony, waiting desperately for release, for the word that would give the rabbit the happiness and freedom he craved, Tony realized that it was the first time he'd ever felt powerful.
"Cum now, Finn."
Every muscle in the rabbit's body tensed as his hips thrust into the air, his cock shooting seed all over Tony's face and chest. His moaning and gasping echoed in the humid air of the locker room, and it seemed like an eternity before he collapsed back against the bench, his chest heaving with the afterglow.
In the silence that followed, save for the sound of Finn's breath, Tony wiped a gob of his own seed from the head of his cock.
Hand trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration, he brought his slick finger up to the rabbit's lips.
"You see, Finn, I've got a heart, and you've spent years of your life trampling it," he said, anointing the rabbit's parted lips with his seed, "and I wouldn't let you do that without compensation. As a lawyer, you understand that, don't you, pet?"
The finger slid into the rabbit's mouth, which responded by closing around it and suckling gently, hungrily...
"Good boy."