Workout
WORKOUT.TXT - M/M, Nudity/Muscles, Canines - May 23, 2005
A good workout
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association
Thon sat behind the desk swishing his tail. Late shift.. Sometimes it was boring as hell, and all the day guys ribbed him about missing the cute furs who came in to work-out before going to their jobs. Cute was ok, but he eyed enough butts and bulges to become somewhat blase'. Same with the muscly furs who thought he would swoon over them. He was polite but definitely not interested.. At least not in going Out with them. Watching was quite another matter. Sometimes the trainers would sell copies of hot-tub and shower tapes that he jerked off to frequently. Thon looked at the 4 monitors again - Shower/Bath, Weight Room, Exercise/Courts, Lobby. There were 10 security cameras - All color - he could choose from but those 4 were the most watched. An average looking middle aged jackal with the clasped-paws symbol of a Med-Tech on his shirt, was at the desk looking bored in the last one. 2 years of working on dead bodies and 2 of working on live ones, with a couple of tours of the Tamash Border War tossed in for good measure.
Even some scars to brag over.. So it was a herd of spooked Tamashi goats that over-ran the Med-Camp and knocked him out for a day - It was still dangerous! He sipped his coffee, watching the 2 other males in the building, both wolves, both in the weight room. Thon looked out the windows to make sure no one was coming in and the wolves were ok, turning the sound up enough to hear them grunt, keeping an ear out for the unusual - Like a dropped weight pinching a tail - and opened his bag, removing a well-worn copy of Mercenaries Internationale. It took but a moment to find the article on Wolven Clans. 6 in all, a dying breed of creatures who would spit in the face of helldom itself. Rumored to have a lifespan of 4 centuries, the rarely lived half that long, preferring to die in battle than of age.
They ranged from 6 to 7 feet tall, looked like Go-Dem had tried to fit half-a dozen wolves in 1 skin, and made him pant.. A dwarven friend had sent him a photograph of 3 of them, all nude. They had a mug in one hand and a cock in the other, with wide lewd smiles that made his heart beat faster. On the back was the inscription "A squad from the HellHome Brigade salutes a sexy jackal, and Invites him to the Minion of Tyrr to be the filling in a 4-way sandwich." Later he learned all 3 died, found in the battlefield with arms linked. He rubbed one of the photographs carefully - A large male rushing into battle with nothing more on than his dark fur, and a pair of Huge axes. Deliberate or not the shot captured the warrior's furry butt in such a way as to make Thon's jackal-heart beat faster.
"If I had something like that to come home to I swear I would get in my knees and kiss it every single day."
Yeah Right! This is the city, not the backwoods. And that magazine was 3 years old.. Like something That scrumptious is going to walk through those doors, plant a kiss on his muzzle, and ask for a Private exercise room.. The jackal had to re-arrange his pants a little. 'And if he did, I would Cum all over this desk..' A *Thunk* followed by a *Yelp* brought him out of his daydream, made him shake his head and close the magazine, carefully putting it away before grabbing the splint kit.
"Don't move anything, I will be right there."
Some soft curses followed him down the hall. Bet it was another 5-pounder.. For some reason those were the ones that caused the most 'minor' injuries.. Jocks were sometimes careless because they weighed so little, and paid for it in sprained tails, crunched toes and His favorite - KnotLock. Some fur with more muscle than brain slides one of the weights on his dick and parades around.. Until the base of his penis swells up and he has to wear it while Thon used creams and 'other things' to get the ring off. Of course he wasn't the Only One to bring a client into the backroom to help 'adjust' something. The security camera's were hooked up to a tape recorder and the staff handed around copies of the more interesting scenes..
His favorite was the shower.. There was something about seeing a fur nude that made him yiff. Especially the overweight ones - They had so much more Butt to drool over... And it made a change from the same old muscle bound woof that he saw day in and day out. One splinted tail and two paw-prints on his back-pockets later he was sitting back at the desk, chuckling.. Dusty and Rein were a pair.. The came in together, worked out together, showered together. After working on Dusty's tail, he gave them the standard lecture about safety. After which they gripped his butt, and growled in his ear that they don't play around, but if he ever wanted to be thanked personally... Thon told them he would think about it, and got back to his duties of watching the two, and running his fingers ever so lightly over the pictures that made him sigh.
* * * *
Raven growled to himself as he walked along the darkened streets.
"Civilization.."
He would have spat in the gutter but there was probably a law against it. He was on a 'Leave of Absence' ( War is over. Here's Your Money. We'll contact you if another starts. ) and decided to visit a Cousin in the City. What stupidity! He couldn't wear his weapons. He couldn't help his relative by mashing an enemies face in and paper was the used currency, but Silver was accepted. He couldn't go nude as he preferred - Hard to hide a dagger on a naked fur - having to tie on a cloth that covered his genitals ( Barely ).
Used to sleeping light and for short periods of time, he was awake and restless. Rather than wake his cousin he went out looking for Something to do.. Raven had Almost been mugged, Almost seen a few crimes - Every time someone jumped out of a dark alley at the sound of his soft footfalls or was about to break/hit/beat on whoever it was, They found themselves staring at 7 feet of Black As Death monster that had a shape like a canine, with Way Too Many Muscles, and 'Smiled' at them, showing enlarged canines that could probably chew up the cheap steel blades they dropped in their hurry to be else where.
He would pick-up the item and disdainfully crush it between his leathery hands, tossing the mangled remains in the trash. Another disappointment... His cousin had 'warned' him about the rough streets and dangerous characters, and he had been looking forward to knocking some heads together, mashing some muzzles.. You know - Good friendly fun - But so far except for getting whistled at a few times, the City was about as enjoyable as having ticks removed. Then a light caught his eye.. a Gym! Raven rubbed his hands together. Maybe they would have those 1,000 Kg (2,200 lbs) weights he liked so much.
* * * *
Thon was sitting at the desk, filling out daily reports when he noted out of the corner of a brown eye something big and dark entering the place.. Something that had to duck to get in the Door... Then his jaw hit the floor, his cock exploded from it's sheath so hard it popped his fly open. If his tail was on fire he couldn't have moved as a legend stood, stretched, revealing he Was very much male as the skimpy cloth was pulled up, then walked over to the stunned jackal.
"Hello," he rumbled deeply, "Is this a private gym or may anyone use it?"
Thom's heart kept falling to his feet, then leaping up into his throat.
"Anyone.." He managed to squeak out.
A big hand patted his in sympathy. "You should do something about that cold.."
And turned. Thom's eyes went wide as not a paws length away was the most beautiful ass he had ever seen! The magazine didn't begin to do it justice.. The ebony fur that he wanted to groom with fingers and tongue, the bushy tail that lifted at his gaze showing off even more of the rounded, muscular cheeks... The only thing that kept the jackal from ripping his clothes off and falling at the male's feet begging to be allowed to worship those mounds of hot canine flesh was the fact he couldn't move.. Then the Hips did. Not a swagger or a swish but a masculine swaying, that shoved Thon over the edge and he came all over himself and about half-passed out from hyperventalation. Somehow he made it to his feet, ripped out whatever tape was in the machine at the moment and stuffed a new one in, close to breaking a nail on the Record button. It whirred, and he turned the sequencer off, so it would Only record one camera - That one being the weight room. Ignoring everything else he sat, tongue hanging down to his chest as he watched the big male enter.
* * * *
Dusty and Rein were playing Grab-Tail, having finished their last set and wanted to rest before starting the next batch of exercises. The sound of feet made them stop long enough to see who was coming in at this time of night.. Tails fluffed out, eyes bugged, and jaws dropped as the Monster walked in.
He nodded to them. "Clothing - Optional?"
They both nodded, wincing at the growl as the male ripped the cloth off him, tossing it aside and walked over to the bars. The 2 wolves couldn't beleve it! This Hunk had no sheath!! His cock just hung down, a big long worm of muscle that swayed as it's owner moved. It was Obscene! It Was outrageous! It was... Thon was busy cumming all over himself again. Both Wolves had hard-on's, the knots popping out audibly. Raven picked up the thickest bar he could find and put all 4 100kg weights on it, then grabbing it with one hand, started lifting it up and down..
The 2 males were not sure what to stare at next - The arm bulges as he lifted the weight up and down. The chest that flexed with the arms, The nipples beginning to harden as a trickle of sweat moved down the back and across one well-rounded ass-cheek. Then the bar was shifted to the other hand, the big body moving. He turned and look at the 2 wolves, almost spell-bound..
"Don't let me stop you from doing - Whatever.."
His eyes went to their crotches, the corners of his muzzle turning up just a little. Of course as he turned his dick swayed, showing signs of being a Monster piece of meat when it was totally erect.. The furry nuts promised a Lot of cream from their size and the way they pushed off the dark thighs, leathery skin asking to have a tongue run across it. Another eternity of watching the male play with the weights and he dropped another bomb-shell...
"I smell.. Maybe I had better shower before continuing..."
His scent was filling the air, a powerful, earthy male smell that made both wolves giddy.. At the thought of that big hunk in the shower, water dripping from the muscular body, the to-die-for ass, the long cock that made him whine like a puppy, Dusty fainted. Rein's mouth was opening and closing but he wasn't saying anything...
Raven put the weights away, and padded past, stopping long enough to growl softly, "Sure I can't help you?"
Rein got his act together long enough to shake his head no..
"Ok Sexy.."
The brown wolf's head swiveled to watch the dark-furred rump until it was out the door and gone. He inhaled as deeply as possable, eyes closed, getting close to orgasm just from sensory overload. Somehow he managed to get his Shorts on over his hard-on, dressing His lover with shaky hands.. Then Rein dragged Dusty past the desk which smelled of semen so much he damn near came right there, but somehow managed to get outside, and revive his wolf-mate..
"Let's go home," He growled huskily in the other's ear, "If we are lucky, he will be here tomorrow.."
Dusty whimpered, grabbed his lover's ass and they both made record time to their house - Where moans and growls and a few screams rent the air for some time..
Thon somehow managed to get cleaned up And to get the camera in the shower area recording.. Gods - He was going to have to burn this one to disc.. A tape would wear out in a few.. *Gulp* The male entered, squeezed his cock making it rise up like a black snake, the head filling out. He made it to the sideroom, cleaned up as best he could, took a few stim-pills with some water, changed pants and got back to the desk to pant and drool.
* * * *
"Hey Fag!"
Not Him.. Not Now...
"Quit playing with yerself and tell the other Fags to clear out of the Weight room - I'm gonna be usin' it.."
The bulldog grinned and dropped his locker-bag.
"Get Going Twink.. I know you want to sigh over my Hot bod, but I don't Like Fags lookin at me.."
He had a Year's membership. And he Did have a good looking body.
"A Fag, pronounced Faggot, is a stick or twig used to make fires with, Also used to as slang for a Cigarette.."
Carlie sneered.. A Professer, Eh? Well.. He would have to put the little fuck in his place.
"An just who are you to say..."
The bulldog turned with a smirk.. That fell off his muzzle and hit the floor about the same time his Jaw did.
"ShadowRaven, Lord of WolvenHelm. A Mercenary Commander currently in between Wars."
Thon was trying Very hard not to break out laughing, Or fall off his chair. Carlie picked up his bag, and quietly walked back out the door, deciding he would come back Another day - when Living granite statues didn't stand around with nothing on. The jackal let go and laughed til he was gasping..
"That was Wonderful.. Absolutely wonderful!" He picked himself up and wiped his eyes.
"Actually I came to the desk to see if you had any Bigger weights."
His blue eyes were deep.. One could look into them for hours.
"Uhhhh. No Sir - Just the eight 100kg weights."
A nod and wink and the jackal felt like he had run the mile in 30 seconds - Heart racing, breath shallow and fast..
"You're cute.."
Then turned and walked off, Furry ass moving in an Ever-so masculine way. Thon didn't move for a full 5 minutes, replaying that deep, husky voice saying 'You're Cute.' over and over again.
* * * *
Fun was fun, but day was coming. And he was getting tired of lifting just enough weight to make him grunt. Grinned. Reyy used to lift horses.. Said it was for exercise but kept sucking on their cocks while he had them in the air. Ah well. Maybe there would be a message waiting for him. Doubtful - Peace had broken out all over. Showered, wiped down and grabbed his lioncloth, re-trying it in place. Raven stretched, hearing other voices.
Morning crew was showing up, making fun of the jackal.. Until they got around to looking at the monitor. Great God of Sex - Who Was That? That came out to the lobby and tossed a towel at one of the foxes.
"Nice place.. Perhaps I will come again. But Dawn comes, and Food is wished for."
Thon took the tape from the recorder, added a new one, slipped it in his bag with the half-dozen others he had managed to record. Clocked out.
"I think I can help you there.."
Grinned at the wide-eyed, slack-jawed stares.. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting time - Demands and pleadings for what he had would be fierce. Especially if he was nice and pulled a few stills to upload on the the local board.
Bag over shoulder he dared to put a paw on the firm ass and squeeze it softly..
"Don't forget to wash that.."
Wash it? The towel would be in shreds, held to muzzles so the rich scent could fire sex drives while jerking off. Patrons coming in early also stood and watched in amazement as the pair left the building, walking towards the avenue. The big male rubbed his head-fur, liking someone who had balls enough to grip his butt. Few of the mundane males did.. Most were too frightened or in awe of him and his kind to even bother asking if he would Like to be touched. or Fucked.
And he was covered.. Too bad if a breeze came and lifted his cloth up. Or a smaller fur could look up and see Everything under it. Not his fault. Food and the promise of sex.. Maybe he could find some mugger or thief to beat on - That would make it a perfect day. One could only hope.
The End