Like He Owns The Place
That stupid Rudy, acts like he owns the gym.
Buck was busy soaping himself up when that fucking bastard appeared. The Rottweiler's ears flattened automatically as he smelled the musk of the Doberman, even through the mixture of his own ripe body odor, the sweat and the shampoo, He barely supressed a growl and bit his teeth closely shut, trying not to look in the direction of the Doberman strutting into the shower room.
Fucking shithead, he thought. Rudy always acted like he owned the damn gym, which probably didn't have little to do with the fact that he worked out harder than almost anyone else in this canine-dominated facility, pumping iron with his muscles obscenely bulging in his Lycra pants and shirt...yes...the fucking bastard wore a shirt, soaked in sweat, to show off every single flexing of his muscles and let everyone see what he was packing. In a way it was even worse than if he'd been shirtless...this was deliberate...this was stupid alpha dog behaviour, and it made Buck furious. Who was Rudy thinking he was, behaving iike that in a public space?
Buck tried to keep busy and not to look while the Doberman took off his smelly, sweaty gear and then walked over to the shower and turned it on, the one next to Rottweiler's. Buck turned his back towards the cocky shit-muzzle, both so that he wouldn't have to see that leering gaze, and to make sure that the Doberman saw that he wasn't such a puny pup himself- the Rottweiler packed some serious muscle himself, and wasn't afraid to show it off - especially to cocky dicks like the one standing under a rush of water and rumbling to himself with pleasure. It was loud enough to echo off the walls and reach Buck's ears. The Rottweiler chortled to himself. Who was Rudy to make the assumption that he was allowed to dominate the place with his noises, too? A whole lot of big guys populated tihs gym. You didn't make sounds like that unless you wanted to arouse some attention. Show who was the boss. Who was the big guy.
Buck decided to mind hs own business and began to soap up his ass. He'd been doing a lot of crunches and and squats and he'd felt all sticky under his stub of a tail. Had to get all that sweat off, and that meant rubbing the soap in good. Felt kinda nice, he thought, running his padded fingers through his crack. The stupid Doberman was whistling nearby.
Stupid, stupid....
"UNF!"
Paws grabbed him quickly and pressed his against the tiled wall, cold, slick, a bit painful when his muzzle suddenly slammed forward and hot heat covered his back. The paws grabbed hard enough to make marks on his arms, pinning him down evne when the massive, thickly muscled body pressed onto him. Buck growled. He felt a hot breath against his hear.
"Don't like how you look at me," the Doberman grunted, keeping the Rottwiler in a locked position where he couldn't move, no matter how much Buck strained against the paws that held him in place, "need to show you a lesson."
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
He could feel something hot grinding against his ass, thick, big like the rest of the dog, and definitely stinking of doggie musk. There was no mistaking what it was, not when something like that was pressing into your very ass crack.
Teeth nipped on his ear.
"You know what's gonna happen...bet a little punk like you knows how bigger dogs show who owns the place..."
Buck had a pretty damn good idea what it was, and showed it by baring his teeth.
"No way you gonna..."
The Doberman licked his ear, even with the water rushing over them, and began to grind his cock between the Rottweiler's ass cheeks, effectively humping him there, pinned against the wall.
"There's only one boss around here and that ain't you, dickhead," the Doberman huffed, "and won't have anyone thinking otherwise here either..."
The slamming thrusts came hard, quick and slick, pumping into Buck's wet crack with deep thrusts that made his muzzle smack against the tiled wall.
"YOU FFFFFF - "
"Not....damn...*huff*...even gonna stick it in...*huff*...don't....*huff*...deserve...."
The Doberman's thrusts jarred Buck to his bones, making his muscles strain as he took the alpha male's mark upon him, being shown that there was no challenging Rudy when it came to this gym.
"Little...punk..."
The Doberman's teeth clasped against his neck. The Rottweiler tensed. He thought he was going to be bitten now. The big dog's thrusts came faster, even.
"FFFFFFUCK."
Even with the shower still running, he could feel the hot splash of spunk against his taint, marking him with the scent ofthe Doberman for a few moments before the water mercifully took most of it away.
Buck fell limply against the wall when the Doberman showed him forward and stepped over under the other shower, still running, huge, pink cock bobbing ahead of him as he went back to soaping himself.
"Really needed that kind of a workout, too, thanks buddy," the Doberman said.
"I'm not gay!" Buck grunted, his cheeks burning.
"Neither am I, dude," the Doberman began to soap up his head furs, and gave the Rottweiler a grin, "just need to show you who's the boss around here."
Like he owned the place, the Rottweiler thought.