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Eddie sighed. He couldn't quite get the bench to rest centered beneath the bar track. Most guys used the safety system just for squats, but the tiger did his presses on it as well, just in case. His background left him a bit of a square in his public life. Minimize risks, maximize results. He laid down once more, and idly wished the bar in this rack had a groove marking its center. That'd make it easier. He carefully placed his hands on the bar and twisted the bar, disengaging the hook. Now the full 500lbs was being supported by his arms, pressing his shoulder blades into the workout bench. Inhaling, he bent his elbows, feeling the tension, but making sure to be focused on his chest. This wasn't primarily a tricep exercise, after all.

He felt the center of the bar press into his mountainous pectorals, right at the level they should, and then, exhaling, tensed them to start bringing his elbows back towards one another, like a scissor lift. This time, he didn't feel the unbalance of one side working harder than the other, and grinned. "One."

He took his weight training seriously. After all, body building was part of what paid the bills these days. The tiger worked up a sweat, matting down his orange, black, and white fur, and making his tight top cling even more.

Eddie twisted the bar again at full extension to hook it back into place and stood up. He stretched out his arms and shook them out at his sides, before looking down and seeing the bench all sweaty. Dutifully, the towering tiger scooped up a bottle of cleaner the gym provided and spritzed it down, before taking a nearby cloth to wipe it all up, bending at the hip.

As he worked to clean up his station for the next gym member, he felt eyes on him. His law enforcement training told him to tense, but he released that feeling. He was at a gym, and he was a big guy. Of course people were looking. He allowed himself a smirk, glancing at the mirror to see if he could catch who was gawking, casually giving his striped tail a flick. A quick casing through the mirror gave him quite a few onlookers, but the ones most obviously gawking were a slender wolf, and the toned human he was spotting, a couple bench stations down.

Making a note of this, Eddie stood upright and tossed the thoroughly damp cloth into a nearby bin labeled 'dirty gym towels'. Starting his way towards the multi-machine in the center of the gym, with rack and pin weights feeding to a variety of pulleys. The tiger, unlike a majority of the gym members, stood tall enough that his shoulders were about level with the top pulleys in the center. Carefully using the karabiners to swap out for larger grips, he set about getting ready to work his lats and delts.

After having set the pin at the bottom plate for the rack on either arm's pulley, Eddie stood back, gripping onto the handles, making sure his back was straight, and leaned back slightly, his weight tightening the cables until the racks clanked with the plates coming to rest on the pin. He inhaled slowly, torso swelling from his lungs filling with air, before his shoulder blades pinched together, forming a crevice in the musculature just above his spine while he bent his arms, keeping the grips at an imaginary distance apart from each other, as if they were on a single bar.

Exhaling, Eddie slowly straightened his arms out again, and let his eyes wander as his body followed muscle memory to continue the exercise. In the mirror and directly within his field of view there were more eyes peering at him, appraising, envying, and in two still quite obvious cases, lusting. He could clearly see the wolf from before panting with his tongue out, with his hands on a bar, while the human from before gave the barest hint of making it look like he was spotting while staring at the masculine mountain at the center of the gym.

Each station of his workout, this trend continued. The tiger wondered if he should wear more to the gym. Usually people had to pay to watch his body move. He headed to the cardio area, wiping off his face with a gym towel, and paused. The treadmill he always used was out of order. "The hell?" He always used that treadmill, since it was rated for up to 650 pounds, and at his mass, Eddie weighed in 40 pounds short of that, when he wasn't bulking. He started to walk down the line of treadmills, peering in close to the unoccupied machines to see the weight rating, muttering. "500... 500... 350? Ugh." He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the cardio area, deciding to just clean up. He could get plenty of cardio in at work.

He strode into the locker room, and headed to his locker, carefully spinning the dial. Once he got it open, he pulled his gym bag out, and opened up the plastic bag inside for his workout clothes. Eddie peeled his top off, damp and heavy in his hands, and dropped that into the bag.

A low, echoing clang came from a nearby locker. He looked around, to see if anyone had slammed their locker or anything, but he didn't see. Might have been in another row. He shrugged and kicked off his training shoes, slipping those into his bag as well, and peeling his socks off one at a time, bracing with his free hand to not topple. Into the bag went the socks, and he felt that sensation of being watched again.

Eddie flicked his tail, then bent at the hips, making it look like was digging in his gym bag for something, while getting a peek behind him. Even upside down and seen between his defined thighs, the tiger recognized the pair watching him. Human and wolf, here to gawk again. He licked his lips. Perhaps he could get his heart going hard after all...

With an exaggerated grunt, the towering tiger stood upright, and shifted his hips, working his thumbs into his waistband. Using techniques from the stage, he rolled, before jutting his built glutes back towards his audience. In the same motion he tugged down on his shorts, bending forward again, the arch in his spine designed to emphasize the shape of the watermelon-sized ass cheeks. He kept his thighs pressed together enough to keep his junk obscured for the moment. Those two would have to earn the right to that part.

Carefully stepping out of his gym shorts, he tucked those into the bag as well. Eddie dug through his gym bag until he pulled out a big bottle of fur shampoo. He stood up, equally as teasing, before casually heading towards the showers. When he got to the edge of the row of lockers, he looked back.

Both men were seemingly gasping for breath and squirming in place at the very sight of Eddie's body. It took them far too long to notice that the tiger had looked right at them, freezing in place, until the feline's head inclined toward the shower, meaningfully. The wolf and the human looked at each other, and started stumbling over themselves to get out of their clothes to head to the shower as well. They opened their lockers, conveniently next to one another's, and stripped haphazardly.

By the time the pair were naked, and gotten to the communal shower, they found a misty curtain separating them from a faint shape of the muscular tiger. All the showerheads were turned on at full blast, full hot water. The human winced, and did his best to stay out of the direct sprays as he ventured into the tiled chamber.

Eddie grinned to himself, as both of the peeping toms entered the mist. The heat would fool the infrared sensors in this part of the locker room and...

The lights switched out. The wolf yipped in alarm, looking around. He could only see the light from the skylights above the rows of lockers, through a cased opening, separated from the showers and restroom stalls. The shape of the tiger they had come to see was no longer able to be made out in the faint light and heavy steam.

Pupils wide open, Eddie had no need for the electric lights. He could see his quarry perfectly, especially when the human was groping his way blindly towards the tiger's body. He ground his thumb along his foreskin, palming the head of his shaft as he stimulated himself in preparation. Silently, he shifted his hips, and rotated slightly, adjusting the angle of attack, following the smoothskin's motions.

As the human turned back towards the opening of the showers, his hand slammed into something hot and moist. He turned his head, peering into the darkness, unable to see what had happened. Something round with a dimple pressed against his palm, and something snug was pinning his fingers to the round thing from all around.

Eddie growled to himself. Hand shape was wrong for that to work as he'd planned. Of course. He grasped the human's wrist and pulled his hand free of the tiger's foreskin, smirking as that forced the fingers into the proper arrangement. He thrust forward with a grin, breathing out a single, rumbling word. "One."

The wolf turned his head as he heard a deep voice, but he couldn't make out what it'd said. He thought he recognized it as the tiger's voice from before. "Hello?" He called out, taking a step towards where he though he heard the voice. Another voice, muffled, and higher pitched just barely made it over the volume of the falling water. "This isn't funny..."

Taking a short break after getting the human's head fully buried inside his shaft, Eddie licked his lips. The wolf would probably make a better squirmer than the smoothskin was. The man's feet slipped and slid along the water-coated tiles as he tried to gain traction to pull himself free, and the cock itself held him aloft enough that that slipping didn't just result in gravity yanking him right out. The tiger rolled his hips and flexed, feeling his heart pound in his chest as he worked on consuming the peeping tom without his wolf friend noticing.

Said lupine whined quietly, confused and wondering whether he should just head toward the light so he could trigger the sensor and get the lights to turn back on. As he turned, he felt the oddest sensation on his back. A pair of human feet against his shoulder blades, toes pointed down. "w-What?"

Growling, the tiger reached forward and grasped each of the wolf's arms in one hand, his broad palms nearly taking up the entire forearm of the smaller male's own, and lifted effortlessly, holding the lupine in an iron cross position, legs dangling in the air.

"What's going on?" The wolf asked, as the unseen assailant started to walk, carrying him along in the air. He kicked his legs and squirmed, but the grip didn't budge, hands kept the exact same distance apart as they held onto his arms. As they crossed the threshold out of the shower, the lights came on all at once, and the Lupine blinked, squinting at the light. He tried to look back, and saw a familiar orange-striped hand and arm. "It... it was just... I couldn't help myself!"

"I know." Came the bass voice from behind him. "You just can't stop looking at my body. But in my line of work, there's a price associated with that." They passed through the cased opening, into the locker room proper, and the tiger turned to face the wall-sized mirrors.

The captured wolf stammered. "A-A price?" He finally was facing the mirrors, and saw the tiger holding him out at shoulder height, and down below, his enormous black shaft, foreskin pulled back to reveal the equally black glans. But that wasn't the most striking thing. A pair of human feet was protruding from the slit at the tip of that shaft.

Once the tiger was convinced the wolf had seen that, he rolled his hips, and the whole shaft flexed, those feet getting dragged into the stretched meatus, leaving behind a momentary gape, which closed up. Another flex made his shaft stand more upright, enough that the wolf could watch the bulges travel down the urethral ridge on the underside of that meaty dick, before finally settling into the left side of his pendulous sac, swelling out that ball to even greater proportions.

"Wh-what did you do to him?" The wolf tried to squirm again, kicking his legs around.

"Same I'll be doing to you." Eddie half-chuffed, happy his look of pleasured elation was hidden from the lupine by his own body. Not giving the wolf a chance to respond to that, he drew his arms in towards his chest, keeping his quarry's arms outstretched the same way, and flexed his shaft again.

The struggling canid yelped as he realized he was directly above the carnivorous cock, which was gaping open with every pulse, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. He pulled his knees up, trying to keep his feet away from that hungry opening, folding his tail up against his thighs.

Little did he know that Eddie was grinning at his luck. The tiger thrust his arms down, flexing hard with his pelvic muscles, and stuffed the wolf's hips a foot down into his gaping girth. His thighs were now pinned to his chest.

Yipping like a startled pup, the wolf tried to squirm, but the powerful pressure around him turned into an equally powerful suction below him, and his legs were forced to straighten up alongside his head.

At the same time, the tiger lifted his prey's arms to be upright, and pushed with them again, in line with the torso being rapidly claimed.

The lupine got one more glimpse of himself in the mirror before his only light was coming from the stretched space between his parallel held arms and ankles above his head. When his feet passed the threshold it got even darker. And when those massive hands let go of his arms entirely, they were forced against each other by the powerful penile walls.

Eddie licked his lips and shook his hips playfully, watching the wolf arms flailing, until the elbows were too deep for them to bend that much. He flicked one ear, glad no one else had entered the locker room just yet, and made his way back into the showers. The tiger chuffed as the hands of his second cockmeal groped at the opening of his urethra with both hands, fingers gripping, but to no avail. The only success was in pleasuring the predator on his way out of the world.

Working his way through the burning hot streams of water, he came to the back, and carefully reached around to cool off the stream a bit. He didn't need it turned down too much, but all the way up was even a bit much for him. He left the rest of the showers though. He didn't need any other gym members coming in and seeing his sac until the meals inside had fully melted.

Eddie stood under the spray, feeling it strike his pecs, and bent down to get the stream to flow over his head and shoulders as well. He wondered if he could convince the gym owners to put in a shower head on the ceiling, or maybe just a hand held one at the end of a flexible pipe. The tiger stood back up and took a step to the side, out of the flowing water and grasped his bottle of shampoo, waiting for him since he brought it with him to the showers the first time.

Sighing at the warmth still suffusing his body, the mountainous feline squirted a heavy dollop of the viscous detergent onto his meaty palm. A flick of his thumb capped the bottle again, and it was replaced where he'd picked it up from, before the tiger brought his hands together and started rubbing them together, starting up the froth, before he began to rub it into his fur. He felt over each of the muscle groups he had worked on in the gym while spreading the shampoo through his pelt. Then he brought his hands to grope over his balls, appraising the weight inside each.

The human was barely there, slight bits of hardness his fingers could brush against, very difficult to distinguish from the structure of his own testicle. The wolf however, was still squirming, albeit very weakly. He could feel a hand pushing against his palm, but it couldn't budge the tiger's hand. Thinking to himself he would appraise again after he had rinsed the shampoo out, the tiger resumed lathering his pelt.

Once he was sure he had gotten his whole body, having even double checked his back by grinding an extra-soapy tail along his spine, Eddie finally stepped under the showerhead again. He focused on the sensation of how the flow traveled along his body, clinging to every curve and valley, taking the path of least resistance towards the ground. And so much of it decided that was along the curve of his heavy sac, and atop his semi-flaccid shaft draped over his balls.

The tiger casually flexed his pelvic floor, and felt his sac tense and grind. He ducked his head under the stream again, and felt the flow of water redirect down over his back. Eddie took the moment while in the stooped posture to feel over his sac again. No sign at all of the human, and some twitching movements from the wolf, though nothing hard enough to write home about. It might be enough to cause undue attention to his loins if anyone was to watch him in the locker room.

Eddie started to flex his sac again, in conjunction with kneading with his hands. He turned to make sure more of his body was rinsed off as he made a concerted effort to melt the rest of his cockmeal while still in the showers. The tiger flexed and kneaded for about ten more seconds, before standing upright with a sigh. "There we go..." he turned off the showerhead, then made a round of the showers, turning off each of the others. As he walked, he licked his lips at the way the new weight between his legs swayed and squished against his powerful thighs. Once all the water was shut off, he scooped up his bottle, and walked back into the locker room once more.

This time there were a couple people at their lockers. He waved with a friendly smile to each, and they waved back, though every person's eyes lingered on the tiger's prodigious loins. Eddie was certain that they were only surprised at the size, as there was nothing suspicious left. He made his way to his locker, and pulled his towel from home out of the gym bag, taking his time working the moisture out of his coat until he was no longer dripping. He put the towel in with his dirty clothes, and pulled out his street clothes. He stepped into his jeans, pulling them on up, until he met a problem.

There was no way his balls were going to fit into his jeans at their new size. He let his head drop backward and groaned with annoyance. Eddie would have to do something about this before he left the locker room. He pondered, as he heard the others in the locker room either heading out or back into the shower, no more sounds of clothes or lockers. The tiger slipped out of his jeans and checked every row, confirming no one was around, before coming to the last row. There were two open lockers, adjacent to each other, and in front of them, in bags, were the clothes of his prey.

A devious, perverse idea formed in his head, twisting the corners of his mouth and causing his black shaft to pulse back to alertness, rising up from where it had rested upon the striped sac. Eddie felt a bit of a niggling idea that it was a bad idea to do this, but he just scoffed mentally. It would be fine, and this would be so good. He sat down with his thighs spread in front of the pair of lockers, licking his lips. He wrapped one meaty hand around his girth, and started to pull on the looser skin, feeling his heartrate rise again as he pulled his foreskin back and smooshed it forward, closed over his cock's head, before repeating, getting faster and faster.

The tiger panted, closing his eyes, his free hand reaching down to cup his balls as he jerked. He just thought about what he was going to do, and the mess it would cause, and how fitting it would be. He ground his bare ass against the wooden bench and felt his shaft's skin getting too taut to moosh around anymore, loosening his grip to stroke properly. The tip of the shaft gaped open with every pull backwards, pre welling up until it started to dribble, slickening the stroking even further. He gripped on his sac, feeling the mass of seed his meals had become sloshing heavily between his fingers.

Eddie snarled and cried out, as the underside of his shaft swelled out, the remaining pre in his system firing off, followed by a soft hiss. It was the last of the air his meals had taken with them on the way in, being propelled by the mass to follow. The single spurt of pre could have fooled the lay person into believing he had finished his orgasm, but it only truly started once the viscous white cream lanced forth from his black cock and splattered the back of one of the lockers, resounding with a metal rumble.

The triumphant predator kept stroking his shaft and gripping over his sac, firing gallon after gallon of unneeded seed into the pair of lockers, the tail end of the shots splatting down into the bags of clothes as he pointed his rocketing dick to either one of his targets. The tiger felt his sac return to normal in his palm, shortly before his shaft spasmed, and the shots stopped coming, the end of his orgasm coming dry.

Panting heavily the muscular male took in this afterglow, in his perverse pleasure of returning his meals to their belongings. The haze of afterglow threatened to overtake him, but he sat up straight, slowly removing his hands from his spent junk, and stood up. He looked down at the mess he'd caused, and sighed. He'd gotten quite a bit on his legs, matting down the fur. He hadn't noticed until he saw it. The other problem was he saw he was no longer alone in the locker room. Several peeking faces ducked back as he looked around.

Eddie sighed again, and then smirked. He turned, and casually started walking back to the showers. He had to clean off again. Nothing could change that. The tiger looked back over his defined shoulder, catching a few more peeking faces, and winked, before heading on towards the shower. He couldn't change that he needed to clean off again, but his balls were almost achingly empty now, and he sure could do something about that.