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Ah, the gym.

If I want to watch people put themselves through various degrees of hell, I go here, though hell doesn't necessarily mean it's bad; after all, there is little enjoyment is the act of improving one's body and health, and to phrase it one way, there is little enjoyment in improving, but much enjoyment in having been improved, or something like that.

Cardio is one such example of not enjoying improving one's self.

Running on the treadmill is the least interesting thing I do in the gym. Plodding away as the track runs underneath my feet is not my idea of a good time. But, my entertainment is a small sacrifice for my cardiovascular health, so I just keep going in hopes that I won't experience my first heart attack before seventy.

I guess if there's one advantage of running without going anywhere is that as long as my legs move, I can focus on other things. The owner decided to place the cardio equipment towards the windows so that we may be amused by passing cars, debris, and people as we trotted along. These windows have a particular tinted film on them that also allows for those on the cardio equipment, namely the treadmills, to see the reflection of what's going behind them while still seeing the passing cars, debris, and people in front of them. So naturally, I was looking behind me at the studs that frequented the gym.

One of my good friends, Kellen, was training one of his clients. The muscle bound stud was the centerpiece of the gym, though he didn't own it. He brought in the most revenue, and it was easy to see why. Kellen was a tall black stallion that was nearing 300 pounds, all of it was muscle. Sexy as hell, confident, and perhaps the best deal for personal training you could get anywhere in the city; it always made me wonder why he didn't go elsewhere to search for clients that were closer to his skill level. He's won numerous bodybuilding contests, both on the local and national level; trained half of the Olympic weight lifting team at one point; and best of all: he only charges forty and hour. That's right; for forty bucks you can be trained by one of the best guys in the field.

Of course, I might have a high opinion of him because he was my trainer and one of my first...clients, so to speak, so we knew each other really well.

He was helping some poor rabbit with the bench press, who was barely managing the bar. Those early days are the hardest; you feel like everyone's watching you, making fun of you behind your back as you head to the showers in defeat...but we've all been there. Everyone has started somewhere and made mistakes along the way. But, I had to applaud the guy for coming up to Kellen for help. It's better to struggle with someone there for support than struggle and not knowing what you're doing correctly.

But enough of that.

My run was nearing its end, and soon I'd be free of this hell on tread. I'm no bodybuilder myself, but if there's one group of people that workout I would never understand, it's the runners. I don't know how anyone could secretly enjoy running, especially for long periods of time or distances.

With a final ding from the treadmill, my tedious run was over. The tread underneath me gradually slowed to a stop, and I was finally allowed off of this forsaken device. I grabbed my small white towel and rubbed my face, wiping the sweat that threatened to blind me. I took a sip of water from my bottle, completely emptying the contents. I walked over to the water fountain to fill it, joining the small queue that had formed there.

"Hey, there's my sexy panther!" Kellen greeted me as he joined the queue behind me.

"Hey," I greeted, finally able to fill my water bottle. "How's the bunny doing?" Kellen shook his head.

"He'll get there. What he doesn't lack in strength, he makes up in enthusiasm. I just don't want to him to overdo it and hurt himself."

"Yeah, I know what's that like," I muttered, remembering back when I first started, almost killing myself on the bench press as well.

"Speaking of over-doing it...So, one of my friends is opening up a massage clinic thingy here. He's giving free full body massages, so you should check it out," Kellen told me, bracing himself up against the wall as my bottle finished filling.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and he's fucking fantastic. You won't regret it."

"Huh. I just may take him up on that. What's his name?"

"Damien Voda. Also, you should mention 'the special' to him," Kellen whispered in my ear.

"And what does this 'special' entail?" Kellen grinned.

"You'll see. You'd enjoy it, probably much more so than the massage. Anyways, good seeing you, I'll talk to you later!" Keller propelled himself to an upright position, and left the room, exiting out the lobby.

Free full body massages...I do like free things.

I walked into the lobby where Javier Tull sat, punching away at the front computer. The tiger was in his mid-forties, and though he looked like a grumpy old man, he was actually an extraordinarily generous guy, let alone a superb athlete. In addition to being the owner of the gym, he ran his own Tae Kwon Do school in the other room that was adjacent to the lobby. He himself was a very well-known fighter, and though he was steadily growing a belly of sorts, he could still kick anyone's ass without much effort.

"So I hear you've allowed a massage therapist in the building," I greeted, throwing my sweaty towel in the hamper. Javier grunted.

"Yeah, Kellen recommended him, saying it'd bring in a lot more additional revenue. You know, get professional grade people in here with cheap sessions...word o'mouth does the rest."

"Where is he?" I asked. Javier never looked up from his computer as he pointed to the hallway towards the showers.

"It may be a bit cramped in there, but it's the only place I can have him. He was fine with it though, so to hell with it," he mumbled again, fingers punching the keyboard as he talked.

"Thanks." Another grunt, and I was dismissed.

I headed down the hallway, and entered the shower and changing area. Inside, was a partitioned off area that occupied one corner. Thick white sheets made a mock room, allowing for ease of setting up and for privacy. The air in the showers, beyond the typical musky smell, had a hint of sea salt about it I noted as I sniffed , but I wasn't sure if it was a scented candle or something else entirely.

"Hello?" I greeted, seeing if our mystery therapist was here. "Mr. Voda?"

"Oh! Give me a moment, had to replace the sheets. Ah, what can I do for you?" The sheets opened up, and out came Mr. Voda.

The sea scent was explained right away; as it turns out, Mr. Voda was an orca, and a very large one at that. He was maybe about two inches taller than me, but he outweighed me by a good forty pounds or so. I can see how Kellen got to know him, as he was definitely a body builder as well. He wore a tight fitting grey shirt without sleeves, though the color would have been the only difference if he were naked, it was so tight on him. With as arms as muscular as his, it was no wonder he chose something without sleeves. Melon sized biceps that peaked even without him flexing made up the top third of him arm, and the thick triceps made up the other two-thirds, which was a very impressive proportion to observe. Thick veins ran from his shoulders and through his arms, easily seen under his sleek back skin. Corded forearms and strong hands perfect for massaging held up the towel flap, already showing their power.

Under his shirt, his pecs jutted outwards, thick and round. His nipples were present as the shirt stretched so tightly over them. Eight ridges lay directly beneath his pecs; those hard muscles rubbing against the shirt as he drew breath. Thick obliques hung over the waistband of his gym shorts, which did nothing to hide the prominent bulge. It was hard for it not to be seen, for not only was the bulge itself large, but his massive quads didn't exactly leave a lot of space either. Three out of the four heads were visible through the shorts, which instantly made my cock throb in my sheath. I have a thing for massive quads, and this guy certainly had them. His calves flared out nicely, both outer heads were in nice proportion to each other. Traces of veins could be seen fueling them even as he stood there waiting for me to state my business. I looked his face directly, and just over his thick shoulder, I could see his dorsal fin. It was chipped, which wasn't entirely unusual, but it was still prominent enough for me to take notice.

"Is there anything I can help you with today, sir?" he warmly greeted me with a smile.

"I've heard you're giving out free full body massages. Is this where I sign up?"

"Yes it is! Come on in! As I said, I just changed the sheets so they'd be nice and fresh," He held the partition towels over me as I walked in. The partition didn't allow for much light to carry through, but massages are more based on feel than sight, so it didn't concern me too much. What concern me was how Mr. Voda was going navigate through the tiny space between the partition and the black table he had set out, which was covered in white sheets. A ring jutted out from the side of one edge for my head.

"So, why would you need to change the sheets?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Some clients sweat a lot under pressure, so for sanitation purposes, I have to change them. Unless, of course, you prefer to simmer in someone else's back sweat," he laughed good and hearty laugh. "So, Mr..."

"Gage," I shook his hand introducing myself.

"I'm Damien. Now, is there anything I can do for you specifically, or should we just get started?"

"Well, Kellen mentioned 'the special', so I guess I should get that today if I can."

His green eyes flickered.

"Ah, so you know Kellen? I will have to treat you very well for his sake. Now, I will have to ask you to strip of your clothing, and wrap this towel around your waist. Don't worry, I'll be outside," he said with a wink. He did as he said he would, and I removed my shirt, shorts, and underwear. I folded them neatly and set them aside on the floor, and hopped up on the table. I heard a faint click near the doorway to the locker room, but I figured he was messing with a lock or something.

"You ready?" He called.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Awesome. Let's get started," he said, stepping back in the partitioned area. "On your back, please."

I laid down on the padded table as he instructed. He quickly got to work, those strong hands pushing into my chest, moving the muscle around. It was a very firm touch, but it was gently applied. He was only here for relaxation purposes, so there was no need to jam his thumbs into me as most massage therapists would do. I watched the muscles in his forearms twitch and flex with every little movement he performed. Veins rose to the surface of the skin, captivating my interest.

"So what do you do for a living?" Damien asked to start mild conversation.

"I work for the Symphony."

"Nice! You play anything?"

"A little bit of piano, but I work as the librarian."

Damien stopped his ministrations for a moment.

"Why does a symphony need a librarian?" he asked. I sighed as this was a very common question for me.

"Basically, I control all of the sheet music. I pull it for concerts, set it out on stage, make sure they're nice and neat, make sure we actually have it in our library or order it, etc. It's tedious sometimes, but I enjoy it," I shrugged, letting him continue rubbing my muscles. I purred lightly as he hit a particular spot towards the edge of my chest where my lymph nodes were; though not necessarily an erogenous area, when touched correctly, it can be relaxing at times.

"Wow, didn't know they had someone special for that. Learn something new every day, I guess," he laughed to himself.

"Well, Mr. Voda, what do you do? Surely your entire living isn't based on touching others," I said with a slight smirk, wondering is he caught my little subtle hint in there. He certainly was a very alluring orca with an air of sexual prowess about him.

"Oh please, call me Damien. I'm not important enough to be called by my last name. But yeah, this is it. I mean, I just moved here, so I'll be eating ramen and simple stuff for a month, but once customers start rolling in, I'll be financially stable."

"You sure they'll come?"

Another (not so) subtle innuendo.

"They always have."

I'm sure they have, Damien. I'm sure they have...

Damien's strong hands moved down to my stomach, rubbing ever so lightly against my abs, taking great care of each one. He took care in rubbing my sides; I wasn't ticklsh, but I think he expected me to be since each once was light enough to not hurt, but firm enough to surpass the nerves that caused most people to flail. I'm sure he had many experiences with that.

I felt his hands edge to my groin through the towel. I jumped lightly as he hit the edge of my adductors, and I swear he was teasing me. He never actually touched my pubic area, but I swear he was trying to get a good feel in there. He would come close to it and then shift away as soon as he got a certain distance from my crotch.

"So what are your hobbies, Gage?" He asked, moving down to my legs, his rhythmic rubbing reminiscent of ocean waves.

"Oh, nothing much. I work out, visit places around town, write music sometimes...you know, the usual. You?"

"I used to be a mechanic at one point. I still tinker around with stuff; I'm not afraid to get down and dirty with things that need some mechanical attention. Beyond that, I guess we both like working out, but in addition to that, I play some mean volleyball."

"You work out? I had no idea!" I said sarcastically, purring as he began to rub the bottom of my calloused feet.

"Yeah, I take it pretty seriously," he said with a laugh. He hummed to himself as he gently twisted each of my toes, delicately twisting and wiggling them.

"So how does being a mechanic turn into becoming a massage therapist?" I after he asked me to turn over onto my stomach. I placed my head through the padded ring. Everything became slightly muffled, but I could still hear him talk.

"Well, physiology is just the mechanics of the body, right? I mean, it was an easy transition. Instead of dealing with spark plugs, wrenches, motors, oil, lubricants, and batteries; I now deal with bones, nerves, natural body movements, cartilage, fascia tissue, muscles, ligaments, and tendons. Each part has a function, and in order for the entire vehicle to function, everything had to work together, just like if I cut off the electricity here," he said, jabbing his thumb into a spot on my shoulder that hurt like hell, "you'll find it's very difficult to lift your arm, see?" His warm hands brought my arm up tenderly. He was right though; it was now difficult to bring it up myself.

"I see. Interesting analogy, Damien."

He hummed along while finishing up my back. As with the front, I swear he was teasing me with how close his hands got to my ass. They would head in that direction, and then veer off into a new direction, gently rubbing along my hamstrings and calves.

"Alright, that should do it!" Thirty minutes had passed since the massage started, though it seemed to go by much faster.

"Well, I will definitely recommend your services," I said, sitting up, smiling at him. My body felt good, better than it had before I got into the gym.

"Oh wait, what about the special-"

I didn't get to finish as the massive orca tackled me, suddenly clamping his mouth over mine, knocking my towel off in the process. His thick smooth tongue barged in my mouth as I realized what was going on. His massive arms embraced me, holding me tight against his hard body as I opened up for him, fully allowing him to do as he pleased. He tasted of fish, though not in a pungent way. There was a refreshing bit about it that definitely counterbalanced the fishy flavor, almost like a cool breeze from the sea. His blunt teeth were smooth and blunt, something I took care to note as I explored him orally as well. Our tongues danced together, his taking the lead.

Damien pulled away a bit from my mouth, breathing deeply as he nuzzled against my neck. His strong hands wrapped around under my ass. Picking up his message, I wrapped my legs around his thick body as he held me tightly. My cock was slowly hardening, the pink flash spilling out onto his clothed abdomen. He sat down on the table, and gently lapped at my nipple as he slowly maneuvered underneath me. I had no idea what he was planning as he laid back while still keeping my body at his head level. Soon, my crotch was right above him; my half hard cock flopped on his face, his hot breath heating up the still hardening member.

Surprisingly, he moved past my cock and balls, and went somewhere deeper. Finally realizing what he was after, I arched my back, revealing the treasure he sought. His strong tongue glazed over my hole, lightly coating it in saliva. Shivers went from my ass to my cock, making all eleven inches fully hard. I braced myself forward, using the part of the table he wasn't occupying. I'm surprised that it hadn't tipped over from the uneven weight distribution, but I had no desire to truly find that out why it hadn't; there was a ravenous tongue knocking at my backdoor.

I relaxed as best as I could. The second I let up, the thick tongue speared my asshole, sending delicious waves of pleasure through my body. I groaned as the slick muscle slid around in circles, trying to cover every inch of my insides with saliva. A small droplet of pre formed at my tip, viscously falling onto the cloth covered table. I panted and moaned as he basically tongue fucked me. In and out his tongue went, rolling around in the antechamber of my innards, my own cock throbbing all the way.

"Stop...please..." I moaned as he hit one particular spot. It wasn't that it was becoming too unbearable; rather, I wished to please him as well. In situations like this, I feel bad if I'm the only one receiving some sort of pleasure. I mean, yes he was most likely enjoying himself, but I wanted to guarantee that pleasure.

"Yes?" he asked with a huff of warm breath on my wet entrance. Without saying a word, I gently turned around so that my upper body was now facing his body rather than the unoccupied space on the table.

"I see," he grinned, gripping my hips and resuming his oral attention to my hole. I groaned as he continued, finding it somewhat difficult to do what I wanted. My target was the growing bulge in his tight shorts. A thick cock was worming an uncharted journey through the fabric of his shorts, and it'd be a shame to let it wander aimlessly. Reaching forward, I slipped the elastic band around my thumbs and pushed his shorts down. His thick cock flung forward, striking him on the stomach with a small thread of pre flinging onto his chest. The black veined shaft was a nice ten and a half inches long, and looked to be plenty thick; easily thicker than my own cock, which was six inches in circumference. The white head was doused in pre; apparently he had been preing for a while now and it made me wonder when it started-

"OH fuck..." I breathed, as he jabbed my prostate with his tongue. I ground my hips, making the slimy muscle go deeper inside of me. It may have only been a small amount, but it was still noticeable. A shot of pre lanced out of my own cock tip, landing on his tight grey shirt. He maneuvered his legs and kicked his shorts off. Seeing as I was able to balance myself quite well over his head, I began to work on pleasing him. I noted his nipples, which were erect and poking against the fabric. I lightly grazed his left one with my fingertip, making the hardened flesh move under the shirt. I felt his head jerk slightly as I did so. Grinning to myself, I rubbed it with a little more force, eliciting a groan from him that resonated through my body. A spurt of pre shot out of his cock, landing on his chest.

I pinched both of them, making his body writhe underneath me. His cock jerked upwards, pointing straight at the ceiling, flinging more pre in my direction. He let out a long throaty moan, even with his tongue stuck in my ass, making continual motions. Damn, he was good at this!

His rhythmic pulses with his tongue were getting to me. My cock was now continuously leaking pre on his chest, and the familiar ball of energy that resonated within my balls told me that I was close, which was an indicator on how fucking awesome Damien's tongue felt inside of me, thrusting away and coating it with his warm saliva. One of his hands released my thigh and grabbed my throbbing dick, stroking it as I grinded against his face. The other one came underneath and grabbed my balls, gently massaging them as they pulled upwards.

"Fuck, Damien...." I moaned as I came, several strands of cum lacing upwards out of my cock before splattering down onto Damien's tight shirt. He groaned underneath me as I sprayed him, his own cock lurching upwards as his pre added to the stains on his shirt.

"So this was the special, huh? Damn well worth it..." I commented as my orgasm neared its end. He mumbled something underneath me, and I lifted my hips up. He grinned before sliding his body out from under me, giving my balls a slurp on the way.

I gently fell back onto the padded table, feeling the damp spots from where Damien had been working. He turned over and removed his stained shirt, and I gasped as a perfect torso came into view. Though his shirt hid nothing, it was still amazing to see the perfectly round pectoral muscles covering his upper torso, and a perfect set of eight abs and obliques forming the lower half. He grinned and leaned forward, spreading my legs in a gentle manner. He got up on his knees, presenting his thick black cock to me. It was leaking a copious amount of pre onto my sheath and balls, drizzling them in the clear fluid. My cock throbbed again, ready to go. Without a word from either of us his, he lifted my legs up, aiming the white head at my hole. I nodded my head, and he entered.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned as the thick head penetrated my hole. The feeling of being filled once more was bliss to me, and the fact that it was with a much warmer and thicker tool made it that much better. He leaned over me, kissing me on the lips as he slid inside, his cock lubricated by his saliva. I felt large hot balls touch my rear as he filled me, the heat from them radiating outwards.

"If you thought that was the special, wait till I get going..." He breathed low and husky, voice filled with lust sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. He pulled out, but only half way. With a forcefully slow push, he thrust his thick cock into me once more, making me feel every inch that shifted inside. Every vein, bump, ridge, and indent was felt as his tantalizingly slow pace sent my nerves into over drive. His body was kept low almost against mine, teasing me there as well. If I arched my back, I'd be pressing my body against his hard chest and abs, something that I looked forward to doing. Even his mere presence had a heavy weight to it, almost having its own gravitational pull.

I groaned as his cock pulled out half way, and slowly reentered me once more. The crown of the glans rubbed all along my prostate, stimulating the production of pre within my sexual organs. A small bead made its way to my tip before the power of Damien's thrust caused it to spill over onto my abs. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the contoured mountains of muscle he had developed back there.

Another heavy thrust was followed by another, and like a steam engine train, he slowly worked into a heavy rhythm, never letting his cock fully leave me, not that it needed to. I don't know what it is about him, but every movement he did felt five times better than it should have. Even a simple action of rubbing my nipple sent sparks through my body, reaching ends I never thought that could be pleasured from such actions. My fingertips tingled as he kissed me again, his tongue caressing my own. My toes wiggled as his cock powered its way through my hole; easy enough so he wasn't hurting me, powerful enough that I felt it through my entire body.

But I could handle more.

I gave him a push of my own, meeting his ass with a little more force. I moaned at the feeling of his skin slapping against me, urging him to go faster. Again with the nonverbal cues, he nodded and braced himself on the table. I momentarily watched his arms flex as they supported his weight, veins popping out from under the black skin.

"Fuck!" I yelled as he rammed his dick inside of me at a faster speed. The thickness was much more apparent now, but it only added to the pleasure. A small jet of pre lanced from my cock, almost reaching my face. Moans and groans filled the locker room as he forcefully thrust into me, using all of his cock this time. It jabbed against my prostate, sending waves of bliss through my body, most notably my cock. It throbbed in time with his thrusts, swaying back and forth.

I arched my back, and as I predicted, meeting his hard muscled body was heaven. There was no malice in his presence. Even though it was significantly rougher than what it was, he was still very careful about where he thrust his cock deep inside of me. My own cock rubbed against his hard abs, the tip jabbing the underside of his pectoral shelf leaving a slimy trail of pre. He leaned down and kissed passionately once more, unleashing himself inside of me.

I had no air to moan. He moaned, practically screaming inside of my mouth as his cock swelled and twitched within my bowels. A torrent of hot semen flooded my guts. Simultaneously, my own cock erupted, dousing our chests. Damien pressed himself against me stopping the blasts of cum short, but making a complete mess of our chests as he continued to make out with me. His cock throbbed deep inside of me, seemingly filling me up to capacity as more and more fluid flooded my innards. He ground his hips against me and I yowled, another stream of cum exploding in the small spaces left between our bodies.

Everything was hazy now. The room now reeked of cum and sweat; Damien's cock still throbbing lightly within me. He nuzzled against my neck, relishing in the feeling of my splattered cum on his body. After an unknown amount of time, he pulled away, his now soft cock flopping out of my hole. Juices covered the sheets, making them somewhat sticky. I was a mess, but I was still in post orgasmic bliss, so I didn't care. Damien's black chest was covered, and he gently rubbed the fluid into his skin as if it was some form of oil.

"Fuck..."I groaned, rubbing my face. "That was definitely worth it." He smiled brightly.

"That's why it's called 'the Special'. If I did that to everyone, it'd be called a massage," he laughed again

"Well, my ass certainly got its fill of the massage," I said, rubbing my behind. It pulsed slightly, but if anything, it pulsed out of satisfaction.

"Good thing we're in the showers, right?" Damien joked, laughing a bit.

"Yeah, I'm surprised no one came in, honestly."

"Well, that's because I locked the door."

That explains the mysterious click.

"Javier won't be happy about that," I commented, raising my eyebrow.

"Well, when he gets several compliments on how awesome my services are, I think I'll get some slack."

"Let's hope so," I said, hopping off of the bed.

We showered and played around a bit more. Damien was not only good at rimming, but also at sucking cock as well. He had me erupting in less than two minutes across his chest and abs, which was very impressive considering I'm pretty decent at holding myself back. He let the cum soak for a minute before washing it off and wiping himself clean. We dressed after our shower, and Damien changed the sheets once more, getting ready for his next session.

The scent of our session slowly melded with the normal smell of the showers, and unless you smelled the sheets disposed into Damien's hamper, you probably wouldn't have guessed how much fun we really had.

"So, will I be seeing you again?" Damien asked with a wink.

"You should be. Actually," I said rummaging through my gym bag, locating my business card, "Take this. Call me if you want to meet up outside of here."

He glanced at the card and then pocketed it with a big smile on his face.

"Definitely will do, Gage! Good to meet you!" We shook hands and paws, and then I left the room as the next guy came in for his free massage.

"I hope you didn't make too much of a mess," Javier scolded me as I passed the front desk.

"You know I clean up after myself," I reminded him.

"Uh-huh. So how is he at massaging?" He grumbled, making sure he was specific in his question.

"Great! Definitely worth keeping around. His own room would be nice, though."

"We'll see." He returned to his computer, grunting a farewell as I left the building.

There was an odd hop to my step as I headed to my car. I was relaxed, sated, and best of all, I made a new buddy. I guess the massage really was worth it, even aside from the special treatment I received. Once he started charging people, he'd definitely make a lot of money for his massages, and I certainly might consider becoming a regular.

But of course, I really couldn't wait for him to call me so that I could give him a special of my very own.