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Trained by the Tiger For Sokatak By Draconicon

Visiting the gym wasn't something he'd done in years, but with the weight he'd put on over winter break, Draconicon didn't have much choice. With the scale reading forty pounds heavier than the start of the semester, he knew he needed to take care of it before it got out of control.

Adjusting his sweats, the black dragon finally bit the bullet and stepped through the gym's front door. Ducking his head so his horns didn't scrape the doorframe, Draconicon was immediately assaulted with the sounds of heavy grunts and high volume, heavy bass music. The fact that it all came from a half open door all the way across the room left him nervous about how loud it would be inside. The dragon shook his head, rubbing his earholes as he approached the front desk.

As soon as he laid his hands on the counter, a surprisingly trim weasel jumped up. The dragon jerked back.

"JESUS! How'd you do that?"

"Sorry, man. I was just checking out some of the stuff under the counter."

"Ah, I...I see."

"Didn't mean to scare ya. Anyway, welcome to Super Fitness. What can I do for ya?"

With his heart gradually slowing down again, the dragon stepped back up to the counter.

"I'd like to, uh, see about signing up for a membership."

"Oh really? Well, ya picked a good time to come in," the weasel said, ducking out of sight again. He stood up with several sheets of paper and a pen. "We've got all sorts of offers on right now. Basic stuff, bonus packages, and even a guaranteed weight loss plan. Heh, lots of fatties signing up for that one."

Suppressing a wince at the weasel's word choice, he read through the various plans. Most of them were around the same cost, not much more than a ten dollar difference per month. That didn't matter much - he had plenty of savings - but he wanted to make sure that he'd keep coming instead of just dropping out, like the last time he tried signing up for a membership.

"So, uh, how good is the guarantee?"

"Heh, you like the look of that one, chubby?"

Rubbing his burning cheeks, the dragon shook his head.

"I didn't say that. I just want to know how you can guarantee anything."

"Oh, trust me. We got the trainers that'll burn off those love handles and that gut in no time."

"But how?"

"Just trust me, man. Ya don't have to worry."

The weasel pulled most of the plans away from the dragon, leaving just the guaranteed package on the counter. Scribbling a few extra bits onto it, the weasel seemed to be making some sort of adjustment to it before passing it back.

"Here ya go. Just sign it and ye'll be all set."

"But I -"

"Don't worry, I'm doing ya a favor. Our best trainer's got some free time now, and if anyone can melt those pounds off ya, it's him."

"...You sure?"

"Ya better believe it. Now sign it and get yer fat ass up to his office."

His practical side said he should leave. A guarantee for a faulty product was one thing, but to guarantee he'd lose weight was impossible. Draconicon had seen hundreds of weight loss guarantees fail, and this one probably wasn't any different.

But if it really was with their best trainer...

With a final moment of hesitation, the dragon signed his name on the plan. No sooner had he finished his last name than the ferret pulled it away.

"There we go. We'll bill your card later. Soka's office is up the stairs, first door on the left."

"Uh, don't you think you should give him a call or something?"

"Heh, it won't matter. He never picks up the phone anyway."

Wondering how any professional could afford to do that, the dragon hesitantly made his way to the back of the room. The stairs were near the half-open door where all the noise was coming from, and he couldn't resist taking a peek. Tiptoeing over to the door, he pulled it open just a bit further and peered inside.

It was quite the facility. He suppressed the urge to whistle as he looked over the mirror-walled weight room. It had to be longer than a football field in size, and nearly as wide. At the very end, he could make out a glass wall and what looked like a swimming pool behind it.

But it was the people working out that really caught his attention. There were all sorts of hunks, from slender foxes trimming up to big bulls and lions flexing biceps bigger than his head. Most of them wore the stereotypical tight workout shorts, too, which let him see that it wasn't just their muscles that were huge.

He turned away with a giant blush on his face. Slapping his cheek, he forced himself towards and up the stairs.

Just...keep focused, Drac. You know why you're here. You need to lose this gut or it's just going to get out of control.

He reached down and squeezed his scaly stomach. It wasn't a huge belly, but only because of his height. Being seven feet tall, he had a lot of body for the forty extra pounds to be distributed over, but it was still noticeable. His stomach already jiggled a bit when he touched it, and he'd really noticed it during his 'playtime' over the last few nights. Having it bounce up and down when he played with himself wasn't something he wanted to get used to.

As he reached the top of the steps, the dragon turned left. The office door was right where the weasel said, though the name on it read "Sokatak" rather than "Soka."

"Must be a nickname."

Please, please, please be as good as he said you were, Draconicon thought as he knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Cracking the door a bit, Draconicon poked his head through. Amidst an astounding number of weight training charts and muscle diagrams was a solidly built tiger, though his fur was black with white stripes rather than the other way around.

"Uh, hey, the guy down at the front desk told me to come up here."

"You're here for training, then?" the tiger asked, turning around.

The dragon was struck dumb. Most felines were blessed with a level of attractiveness - some sort of species thing, he supposed - but this guy was gorgeous. His shirt was stretched tight over wiry but hard muscles, obviously strong and fit. The muscles seemed developed specifically to draw the eyes down to the tiger's shorts and what lay -

He shook his head, and the tiger raised an eyebrow.

"Then what are you doing up here?"

"No, I mean, I am here for training, it's just, uh -"

"Heh, are you here for training or not, scaley?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Then get in here so I can see what I'm working with."

"Well..."

"Come on, don't be shy."

With a bit of a blush, the dragon stepped inside. The tiger covered his mouth with a hand and shook with what looked like suppressed laughter.

"What?"

"Well...You definitely got here at the right time."

"Come on, really?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." The tiger shook his head. "Okay, take off your shirt."

"...What?"

"Take off your shirt. I need to see what I'm dealing with."

"Do I have to?"

"No, you can just leave and go back to playing games and lazing around and get worse, but if you want to get better, you need to do what I say."

His jaw dropped at the casual assumption of his lifestyle. Yeah, he was chubby, but that didn't mean that Sokatak had to treat him like that. He should just leave.

So why wasn't he?

The tiger leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms. It made the feline look even better, like a mix between a teacher and a leader, and again the dragon had to fight to keep his eyes above the tiger's waist.

"Last chance, scales. Shirt off, or you can leave."

With the paperwork already signed and his agreement made, Draconicon bit the bullet and slowly pulled his shirt off. It revealed a scaly belly that wasn't as trim as it should be, and he felt it jiggle as he dragged his shirt off and balled it up.

When he looked the tiger in the eye again, it was clear that his fitness - or lack of it - was more than a little amusing. Draconicon's face went bright red as the trainer smirked.

"Well, looks like you're getting a bit tubby there. What's the problem, been eating too much and doing too little?"

"It's just some leftover weight from the break. I'll work it off quick, I promise."

"Yeah, maybe. Flex for me."

"Huh?"

"Flex your muscles. I need to see how developed they are. No need to be shy; I do this with everyone."

The dragon slowly nodded as he followed orders, flexing his arms as best he could. Even squeezing as hard as he could, it didn't do much. It wasn't like he had flab swinging from them, but they certainly didn't bulge like the other gym members. They were smooth and soft, rather than large and hard.

His humiliation increased when the tiger squeezed his arms and shaking his head. The furry paw slid from elbow to shoulder, and then down the other way.

"You don't do much with your arms, do you?"

"Well...not really, no. I mean, it's not like I was in a gym before."

"Good thing you changed your mind on that, scales. You're gonna turn into a fat-ass if you keep staying so still."

The tiger laughed, patting Draconicon's back as the dragon's blush got worse.

"Man, you don't have any real muscle. Nothing in the bi or triceps, nothing in the shoulders. Hell, I think you might even have moobs. What the heck do you do in a day?"

"Uh...I..."

"What?"

"...Mostly D&D and some writing..."

"Heh, nerd."

Sokatak shook his head. Draconicon wished he could have said something else, but that was how he filled the day. If he wasn't gaming or running tabletops, he was finding new worlds and writing them out. It didn't leave him much time for exercising, or...well, anything else.

"Look, I promise, I'll work hard."

"You better. I'm not going to let you join and then get away with nothing."

"Well, that's what I hoped to hear, what with your guarantee and everything."

The slight joke fell flat, the tiger shrugging it off as he stroked the dragon's chest with several furry fingers. They were soft, the dragon realized. Very soft, and very -

"You've got a long way to go, Scales, but I've seen your species get pretty bulky pretty quick. Maybe we can make it work out."

"Do you think, um, that I could end up looking like you?"

"What, like this?"

Sokatak held his arms behind his head, and as the tiger flexed, the wiry bands of muscles in his arms and chest suddenly popped out. It wasn't so much like an olympian as it was like a model in a muscle magazine, but no less impressive for it.

He started reaching out before he could stop himself, but froze before he could touch the bulging biceps. His cheeks burning, he started pulling his hand back.

"Hey, go ahead."

"Huh?"

The tiger chuckled, pointing a finger at his arm.

"Go ahead, touch it. Might make you a little more enthusiastic when you start your own workout, if you know what you're going to get."

"You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure; I'm a motivator as well as a trainer. Go ahead and touch it."

Though he was still nervous, he couldn't help but feel a bit excited too. Draconicon reached out and squeezed the muscle bulge. He couldn't even flatten it; it was too hard, too solid for him. All the other guys back at the college dorm were less fit than this, he realized; the tiger must have been working out for years to get this sort of result.

I wonder if the rest of his body is as hard...

He shook his head, trying to push the thought away, but he couldn't help it. The tiger was incredibly hot, even with his clothes on. The thought of the feline naked...

The dragon pulled his hand away, hoping that his pants weren't showing his developing 'tension' below the waist. The last thing he needed was to get humiliated by that.

"So, uh, is that all the examining you need to do?"

"Hell no. Now we need to do your legs."

Legs? The dragon stared as the tiger moved back from his desk, patting it with a few claws.

"Drop those pants and get on up, Scales."

"You...Are you a doctor or something? I thought people only did this for a check-up."

"This is a check-up. A check-up of what I have to start your fat-ass on in order to get you to drop all that weight. Come on, don't be shy; it's not like I'm seeing anything different than I would in the locker room."

Taking a deep breath and hoping it wouldn't be as bad as he feared, he reached down and undid his shoelaces. He quickly stepped out of shoes, the shift in temperature - hot inside, cooler outside - a slight distraction and relief.

Unfortunately, he couldn't linger on it. The dragon tugged on his waistband, pulling his sweats down to the ground. Stepping out of them quickly, he left them pooled over his shoes and stood up again. It didn't do much, but at least he could keep his balled-up shirt over his front so that he didn't look like an utter pervert.

Surprisingly, he saw Sokatak looking at his discarded shoes for a second before looking at him. Impatiently, the tiger tapped the desk again, and the dragon sat on it obediently. He was careful with his tail, laying it down between the various accessories scattered across the table before turning his attention back to the feline.

"So, uh, how does this go?"

"Well, I was going to start at the bottom, but you left your socks on. Take 'em off, big guy."

He curled his toes a bit.

"Uh, do I have to?"

"Yeah. Why, you got some sort of fungus or something?"

"Well, no, that's not -"

"Then take them off."

It wasn't like his feet had anything wrong with them. It was more that he enjoyed having them touched too much. It was, admittedly, another reason he'd been trying to join a gym. All the hot guys in the shower, and all the bare feet.

But if he wanted that, he'd need to get through this exam, and the tiger already looked annoyed with him. Just...just make sure that you don't do anything if he touches them, the dragon told himself. The socks were slightly damp as he pulled on them, leaving a residue of sweat along his fingers as he dragged them down his ankle and over his heel before pulling it off completely.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trainer looking at his feet. There was a strange look of focus in the feline's eyes, almost as if -

He couldn't...

As he reached for his other sock, the dragon turned his exposed foot from side to side, idle movements that nevertheless moved it around, and the tiger's eyes followed it. Every curl of the toes, every time he pointed his foot forward, the tiger seemed to watch.

Does he...like them?

It seemed impossible that the feline trainer would actually have the same fetish that he did, but it would explain having to 'examine' his feet as well. He couldn't help smiling a bit; maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Throwing his other sock towards its sibling in his pile of clothes, the dragon pointed his legs out straight, his shirt still over his crotch.

"There. Anything else?"

"No, just hold still."

Nodding, the dragon watched as the tiger went down to his knees between his scaly legs. Furred fingers picked his left foot up by the heel, holding it up in the air. Every now and then, he felt the slight prick of the tiger's claws against his sole, but it was never more than a gentle scratch. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound, but he could feel a familiar twitching in his underwear.

It didn't help that the tiger leaned in and gave his sole a sniff. The dragon's eyes went wide, and he swore that his cock started to leak pre at the sight.

"Uh, what, what are you doing?"

"I'm checking your scent."

"Why?"

"Different diets make different kinds of sweat smells." The tiger sniffed again, nose right under the dragon's toes. "Judging by yours, I'd say a lot of spicy foods and meats, but not much of anything else. Am I right?"

"Uh...yeah."

That was pretty close, surprisingly. He stared at the tiger as the trainer moved on to his other foot, that same scratching and smelling routine happening again. Draconicon almost thought that the tiger was enjoying himself as much as the dragon was, but he couldn't prove it, nor did he dare ask.

The tiger pulled on his toes, stretching them back, then pushing them to curl. Draconicon let the tiger do as he would with that as well as the slow turning of the ankle and pressure against his arch. Each one seemed to be akin to what he might get at a podiatrist's office, but he swore that he had never seen a foot doctor look at his feet like this.

"Well, everything seems fine enough down here. Whatever care you weren't giving your diet, you certainly were giving your feet. No problems in the ankle, no weakness either. Long as your legs are half decent, you should be able to start high with some of the lower body exercises."

Maybe I could start with some squats over -

God damnit, he needed to stop letting his crotch do his thinking for him. The dragon nodded, trying to pay attention, but his imagination was taking him to all sorts of different scenarios. Maybe he could even pay his way at the gym by showing off. Maybe the guys in the locker room would -

Sokatak jerked him out of his thoughts as the claws and fur dragged up his leg. They squeezed the back of his calf, then pressed at the sides of his knee.

"Is this still part of the exam?"

"Yes. I'm checking everything. Now hold still, and just talk if it hurts."

The tiger could probably make a living as a massage therapist if he wanted to, the dragon thought. Every little squeeze along his legs felt surprisingly good, even though he blushed when the tiger found the pockets of fat behind his leg. The feline seemed to take a surprising amount of pleasure by squeezing and jiggling them before moving on, as if he needed to remind the dragon of how out of shape he was.

But that embarrassment was nothing compared to how he felt when Sokatak reached his thighs. The shirt was only barely covering him now, the dragon's face burning as hot as it could get as the feline squeezed his thighs. It felt more like a partner might squeeze a lover than it did a trainer examining a client, particularly as the tiger's hands got closer and closer to the edge of his briefs.

"Uh, isn't that enough? I mean, I know you need to examine me, but -"

"I guess that's enough with your legs, yeah. Kinda flabby in the calves, but you got some decent thighs. Still a bit chunkier than I'd like to see, but it'll burn off quick enough with the right exercises."

Well, that was a close one. But at least I've got a chance.

"Now get off of the desk and take off your briefs."

...What?

His face must have reflected his thoughts, because the tiger chuckled.

"Sorry. I still need to check your glutes and make sure that they can handle some of the exercise I have in mind. So, get up and slide 'em off, Scales."

The dragon could barely believe that he was doing this. His body was moving on autopilot, getting off of the desk before turning around and setting his shirt on it. His fingers hesitated at the waistband, sliding along it. He wondered if he dared go through with this. What if Sokatak got offended by his erection? What if he -

SMACK!

Draconicon almost jumped out of his scales at the sudden spank, eyes wide as his ass burned from the sudden impact. He whipped his head around, looking at the tiger in shock.

"What was that for?"

"I told you, pull 'em down. If you want me as a trainer, you gotta do what I say, fat-ass."

"Yeah, but -"

"I got your best interests in mind, Scales. Just work with me."

The dragon's face felt like it was completely red as he reached for his underwear and pulled it down. He knew that his balls could be seen from behind - if only barely - but he hoped that his cock couldn't be.

As he stood up again, he felt the trainer's hands on his ass, and he knew that this was NOT a professional service. The way those strong fuzzy fingers groped him, squeezed his ass cheeks, felt more like he was a prostitute getting felt up than a gym client. Draconicon blushed, biting his lip again.

"Heh, looks like you really are a fat-ass. This thing jiggles when I barely poke it. What sort of exercise were you giving this before, huh? Just sitting on your chair, playing your silly little games?"

He tried to answer, but all he could do was gasp as the tiger pulled his ass cheeks apart without warning. One of his fingers rubbed against his hole, and it almost slid in before Sokatak pulled it back.

"Holy hell. Well...at least you were exercising one part of yourself, but that thing looks exhausted."

He whimpered, hanging his head in embarrassment. He could feel the tiger's finger running around his hole, knowing how wide open it was. The amount of toys that had gone up that thing between 'dates' was in the triple digits, and if the feline was like the typical jock he'd met before, things were about to get really bad. How long until -

"OOOOH GOD!"

The dragon's eyes went wide as three fingers went right up his hole, losing his balance and falling against the tiger's desk. The feline's other arm pinned him down as his ass was filled by those three fingers, fucked hard by them.

"What are...what the hell?!"

"You want a workout? After seeing this, I got the perfect idea of the workout your body deserves."

"What are you - FUCK! - what are you talking about?!"

"You weren't just playing games. You were playing with yourself. Little fat-ass ramming his little hole full of toys until it couldn't do a damn thing anymore. You want to work out? We're starting with the one muscle you know how to use. This."

'This' was punctuated with the addition of a fourth finger, the dragon's hole reluctantly squeezing down on it in a futile attempt to keep it out. Draconicon's fingers curled against the desk edge, clawing at it as he tried and failed to push himself up. His cock throbbed with each thrust from the tiger's fingers, starting to drool pre onto the carpet and onto his feet.

"Heheh, you like this, don't you? I saw the way that you were looking at me, chubby. You wanted me to bend you over since you walked into the room. What stopped you, huh? Thought I was some homophobic jock or something?"

That had been almost exactly it. The dragon nodded, whimpering.

"Well this is your lucky day. Heh, I've always wanted a little gym slut to do what I say, but I didn't expect it to be a fat-ass like you. Good thing you got such nice feet, though; too many guys out there don't give a damn about theirs."

So he had been right about the tiger's interest. He'd been half convinced he was a victim of wishful thinking, but apparently not. His toes curled against the floor as he remembered the tiger's sniffs, how eager they'd looked. Would they do more later?

He hoped so, but right then, he wanted more. He lifted his tail, panting hard as Sokatak's fingers pounded his ass, spreading it wide open with each thrust. He was getting so close to the edge, and at this point, the dragon didn't care if he was going to spurt all over the side of Sokatak's desk. He just wanted to -

And then the tiger pulled out.

Gasping at the sudden emptiness, Draconicon pushed back, trying to find them again, but there was nothing. He realized that he wasn't pinned down anymore, either, and he stood up, looking over his shoulder.

Sokatak lay on the floor with a grin just for him. The feline had pulled off his shirt and pants, and his fingers cupped his balls and the base of his cock. The sight of the throbbing eight inches standing up and twitching left the dragon's mouth watering. The tiger smirked, squeezing the base of his cock.

"See this? This is going to be the center of your daily workout, scales."

"You...you mean your cock?"

"I sure as hell don't mean your dinky little thing."

"Hey!"

"What, you think it's all that compared to this?"

The dragon's blush brightened as the tiger grabbed hold of that big cock. Every bit of him wanted to leap down and suck it, as humiliating as the thought was. He knew that he was a slut, and that he was...smaller, but the feline didn't have to keep rubbing it in.

Still, he walked towards the trainer, unable to resist the phallic lure that he was tempted with. With one shaky step after another, he made his way from the desk to the feline, and slowly squatted down to present his ass to the tiger. The big furry hands on his rump left him shivering slightly, and he went up on his tiptoes right away.

"Heh, someone wants it pretty bad, don't they?"

"Mmph...yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Heh, good dragon."

Draconicon whimpered in need as the trainer's fingers dug into his rump, squeezing his ass and making the chubby cheeks squish together. The feeling of being held, groped, even controlled like this was a heady sensation. It had his cock hard as hell, and he knew that he was dripping all over the tiger's floor. He barely cared; he'd lick it up later, if Sokatak wanted him to.

He was pulled down, his hips guided by powerful hands. Despite himself, he couldn't stop standing on tip-toe. It felt like the proper position, particularly as he was probably going to be bouncing up and -

"Ooooh."

He couldn't help moaning as the feline's cock tip touched his hole. The heat of it, the amount of pre on the tip and the way it left his spread hole slightly wet from the contact; it was too good. The dragon whimpered, arching his back as he was held there, unable to push back onto that cock he needed so badly.

"Heh, you're a bigger cock slut than I thought."

"Come on, this isn't fair!"

"You can take it. Come on, I bet you just fucked yourself before you even came to the gym."

"H-how did you know?"

"An ass like that doesn't like staying empty. It's gotta be used by something."

He wanted to argue, but he couldn't, not with his ass already stretched out like that. It didn't help that the tiger kept teasing him, dragging his ass down, 'kissing' his hole with that throbbing cock before pulling back again. Draconicon groaned, squirming in Sokatak's grip, but nothing worked to get him free.

"What do I have to do?"

"Just agree to your new workout."

"I agree!"

"Heh. You agree to ride my cock every day?"

"Yes!"

"You swear to ride it, suck it, and play with it the way I want?"

"Yes!"

"You swear to worship my body, my muscles, and my feet the way that a slutty little nerd like you should?"

"YES!"

"Heh, and you swear to let me play with your feet the way I want to?"

"YES!...Wait, wha-"

"Then we have a deal."

The tiger's claws raked across his hips as he was suddenly pulled down. The barbs along the cock head raked across his insides as that thick shaft slammed in, and Draconicon howled in pleasure as he was finally filled. Another male might have been in pain; he was so used to big toys, and so needy, that it felt good.

The hands let go of him, and he realized he was free. He looked over his shoulder, his ass flattening out a bit against the feline's crotch.

"Heh, what are you waiting for? Ride my cock, fat-ass."

"Y-yes, sir."

The dragon's legs bunched up as he lifted himself up, feeling the barbs rub against his insides again. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, but having a toy and having a real barbed cock in him was completely different. This one actually left him swelling, his ass getting tighter with just the sudden thrust and his slow rise.

He made it all the way to the tip before he collapsed again, panting as he fell. It was like the cock called to him, making him come back down, and he was as helpless to resist as a new bodybuilder who'd overloaded his weights. Draconicon moaned loudly as his ass clapped against the tiger's groin, his balls slipping back and tapping against the feline's as well. The tiger laughed under him.

"That's one, fat-ass. You got another fifty in you?"

"I, I think so, sir."

"Then get started. I want to hear you count each one."

"Yes, sir."

Unable to move from his tiptoes, the dragon forced himself up again. Once more that thick shaft rasped against his insides, leaving him panting as his cock throbbed and twitched from the feeling of it opening him up. Once more, he dropped down again, ass slapping against the feline's groin.

"1."

Up and down, stretching his ass around that thick, feline cock, having to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. His ass clapped against the trainer's crotch as he came back down, and his cock bounced, oozing like crazy.

"2."

Up and down, up and down he went, panting and grunting, even whimpering with need on every bounce. His cock bounced with him, slapping up against his belly and then swinging down as he plopped back down. Each time his ass made contact with his trainer, he counted off another number before rising again, and he felt the tiger's cock twitch inside him as he kept up his 'exercise'. In seconds, the smell of his pre and the subtler musk of the tiger filled the room, and the dragon felt like it was soaking into his scales, too.

Draconicon panted happily as he kept bouncing, his ass jiggling with each impact, and his need getting worse and worse. He wanted to stroke himself and get off so badly, particularly after all the finger teasing just a little while ago, but he stopped himself.

This had to be about the trainer, not about him. He wasn't supposed to get off without getting that huge, delicious, lovely cock in his ass off first. Not to mention that he had to meet that number first. The fifty squats were hard enough now, and if he stopped to cum, there was no way that he was going to meet that goal.

Still, it was so hard to resist. His ass burned with each squat, his hole stretching out and losing some of the tightness it had left as he forced it in again and again. The dragon loved the feeling, and wished the tiger would take him, wished he could have Sokatak ramming up to meet him instead of just bouncing. But the trainer had told him this was his workout; maybe if he did well enough, he could get the feline to give him more.

So up and down he went, counting off each squat with the slap of his ass against his trainer. His arms crossed behind him - much to the seeming amusement of the tiger, considering his laughter - as he bounced along, counting out each and every bounce..

"25....mmmph...26..."

He swore that his hole was getting stretched out further. Despite the barbs scratching inside and making him feel swollen, the sheer thickness of the tiger's cock felt like it was doing the job of opening him up again. The dragon...liked that. The feeling of being stretched, marked by that large cock was kinky, like the tiger was making a claim on some bit of territory. To be owned by someone this big and sexy wasn't a bad thing, that was for sure.

At any rate, it drove him to be faster, moving quicker and more eagerly up and down that cock. He groaned, having to lean forward for a while as he got so into it, his hands resting on the tiger's thighs. The thick muscles in those legs only turned him on more, and he whimpered as he came down again.

"T-thirty three."

"Again!"

Sokatak's spank launched him back in the air, and back into proper posture. He couldn't help it. The dominance of the tiger just made him want to submit like he'd seen before, and he flexed his legs harder, bouncing more, his belly and everything else jiggling and reminding him of his shame before the stronger tiger.

Around the fortieth bounce, Draconicon felt the tiger building up to his climax. The throbbing, the pre leaking faster, the way that he felt the trainer's hips jerking up every now and then; they were all the familiar signs of a guy about to blow his load. The dragon grinned, bouncing faster, shoving himself up and down with renewed vigor. All the sweat running down his body, all the strain of pushing himself so hard was forgotten as he realized he was about to get that load up his ass.

"41, 42, 43..."

Despite the wobbles and the quivers of his belly and his muscles, the dragon had never felt better. He was about to drive the tiger to climax. That thick, hard cock in his ass was going to fill him up good. He moved faster, his legs straining and aching from the constant squatting and standing, his hole on fire from the rough feeling of taking something so big, but somehow he felt better than ever.

Is this how they feel all the time? If pumping iron is their drug...guess taking cock is mine...

"46, 47...48...49..."

He was so close. Just one more. Just one more and he would earn that reward. He could feel the straining feline below him, could almost taste that load he was about to get. Draconicon panted, lifting himself up slowly. His legs shook as he slid towards the tip of that cock, his entire lower body burning, but not able to give up.

His legs collapsed underneath him just as he reached the tip, and he fell backwards, laying on the tiger. His trainer 'oofed' as Draconicon's weight landed fully on him, but it didn't stop the explosion. The dragon grinned as he felt the squirts of cum blasting up his ass, squirming along the barbed cock. It was so tempting to push himself over the edge, and he started to reach a hand down, but stopped.

No. Not without sir's approval.

He sat up, squirming and squeezing his hole around the cock inside of him. It was so warm, so wet inside his hole, almost slimy with how much cum the tiger had pumped into him. He shook his head, swiveling his hips a bit, before looking back over his shoulder.

"50."

The tiger smirked, patting his rump.

"Good dragon."

Draconicon blushed at that, squirming his hips back and forth. He could feel the trainer's cum oozing around inside him, and it felt like he was filled with almost as much cum as cock. He liked it.

"You can get off me now."

"Oh. Right."

Nodding, Draconicon did just that, pulling himself off of that shaft. Even after climax the thing was still hard, the barbs still stroking him in all the right ways as he pulled off of it. He reached back, stuffing the tip of his tail into his hole so that all that cum wouldn't start pouring out, then sighed in relief as he managed to get to a standing position.

Even with his tail inside, though, he was still leaking. He blushed, the feeling of it running down his legs quite humiliating enough without it making his cock bob and throb. Reaching back, he gathered some of it up, but rather than lick it up or wipe it off, he rubbed it into his cock. It felt...right.

He'd turned just enough for his throbbing cock to be seen when the tiger pointed at it.

"Still didn't cum?"

"I...I didn't want to without permission, sir."

"Heh, good attitude, scales."

Sokatak got to his feet. Though he had just cum, the feline didn't show the laziness that the dragon was all too used to seeing in other males. Instead, the cat sat on the edge of his desk, and held out his feet.

"You know you want to, scales."

"I, I'm sure I don't -"

"Cut the crap, dragon. We both know you like my feet. Now get over here and rub one out, or I'll make you go home without cumming."

"T-thank you, sir."

The dragon went on his knees before the tiger, and grabbed his cock. He touched the tip to the feline's toes -

"Mmmph!"

"Already? Man, you were pent-up."

Draconicon's cheeks continued to burn as he blasted his load all over the tiger's soles. He'd barely even touched the tip of his cock to them, and he was already coating them. He knew he'd been close from riding Sokatak's cock, but he hadn't thought that it was quite that close.

Keeping still while the tiger chuckled, the dragon eventually stopped squirting and lowered his head to the smooth soles. He dragged his tongue through his seed and the sweat there, letting the flavors swirl around in his mouth before swallowing each mouthful. The way that the tiger's toes curled, he was pretty sure that the trainer liked it as well.

After a few minutes of cleaning, the soles were back to normal. Probably a bit better, considering the lack of sweat on them now. Draconicon stood up, blushing still.

"So, I, uh, should come back tomorrow?"

"That's the contract you signed, isn't it?"

"Heh, I guess you're right."

"I'll see you tomorrow, scales."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and one more thing."

Draconicon paused, halfway through putting his pants back on. He looked up at the still-naked tiger.

"Yes?"

"Keep that fat-ass working on your toys. I want another hundred squats tonight before you go to bed."

"Heh, yes sir."

The dragon felt Sokatak's eyes on him the whole time, but didn't mind it this time. It felt kind of good to be watched as he got dressed, and he certainly didn't mind those eyes on his ass as he walked out the door.

After walking through the lobby and out to the streets, he looked back at the gym. It was really strange how just a few hours could change one's perceptions so much. When he'd first arrived, he'd dreaded even stepping inside. Now, he couldn't wait to come back tomorrow. Draconicon smiled, his hole twitching and wet as he made his way to his bus stop. Maybe losing this weight won't be as hard as I thought.

The End