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Turning the lights on in The Woof House, a well-toned goat executed his morning routines. However, he couldn't help but shake the feeling of being watched. Jason had always felt a bit out of place working here as this was a gym that only catered to canines, but as he needed a job and seeing as this place was hiring, he figured why not. After all, it's close to his favorite park, or that's what he kept telling anyone who asked.

After finishing his tasks, Jason crashed at the desk, where he noticed that he had left his bag there the other day. His heart immediately stopped as he looked around the empty gym to make sure no one was around before opening it. Upon opening it, he was hit with the scent of undergarments, a variety of them laid in his bag, from used underwear soaked in sweat to thongs covered with bits of pre. However, none of them were his.

For the past few weeks he had been working here, Jason had made it a habit of his to steal a few of the male gym-goers' discarded underwear as he made his way through cleaning the locker room. After the incident at the park with that German Shepherd officer, he had developed an addiction to the smell and taste of strong canines, and he needed a way to scratch that itch. Though he couldn't believe he was so careless as to leave his bag there.

Jason's mouth began to drool as he took in the scent of all the different canines. Looking towards the door and making sure none of the early birds had come, he inhaled one of the more pungent jockstraps. Its peppery scent sent him into a tizzy as he huffed it for the next few seconds.

As he pressed it to his maw, Jason could still taste the canine's salty-sweet sweat with a hint of pre in the mix. Being lost in the act, Jason used his free paw to touch his hole. As he inched closer to fingering himself under the desk, a loud sneeze echoed above him.

Jason immediately shot up, slamming his head on the desk and nearly sending his horns through it. Throwing the jockstrap on top of his bag, he began to crawl out.

“You okay there, boy?" asked a familiar voice.

Looking up, Jason saw his boss, Alvaro Powell, looming over him on the other side of the desk. A massive six-foot-four alaskan malamute wore a tight black shirt with loose-fitting shorts with a stare that sent shivers down the spines of even the hardest of criminals. Seeing as the man used to be an officer before he busted his leg in a sting operation, now he is a proud owner of a small-time canine-only gym.

“Good morning, Boss! Wasn't expecting you to be here this early," Jason said as he fixed his shorts.

“Well, truth be told, I never really left. I've been here all night doing some paperwork. Came out to get some coffee," Alvaro said as he made his way to the beverage station. Ignoring the panicked look on the goat's face.

Jason watched his boss like a hawk as he stealthily tried to zip up his bag. Praying that he hadn't smelled anything weird.

“What kind of paperwork would that be?"

“Nothing that concerns you, so don't worry about it."

Jason kept his ears down as he feared any further question would lead to the imposing dog to bark at him again. Though as he looked at his boss's arms, his maw began to drool at the thought of them putting him in a headlock.

“I've been getting reports from a lot of the members about their clothes winding up missing. Do you know anything about that?"

Jason just looked at his boss with a blank face as he tried his best not to give anything away.

“Um… every now and then, I find a few missing clothes when cleaning, but I usually toss them by the end of the night, you know, seeing as everyone has left and it's usually just me here," Jason gave an awkward laugh as Alvaro just stared at him while drinking his coffee.

The malamute takes a seat on the desk, his curled-up tail wagging in the goat's face as he looks over some papers on the desk.

“Well, they've been hounding my ass to do something about it. So as a way to minimize it, I'm setting up a lost and found box, so those sweaty mutts can get their smelly shit," Alvaro said in annoyance. “And if some people do come up collecting their shit, make sure you tell them the next time it happens, I'm gonna shove it down their throats so they won't forget it again!" He said before howling with laughter.

Jason wouldn't mind if someone like him were to shove their jockstrap down his maw, but he wouldn't dare say something like that. Not to his boss, at least. Instead, he just nervously laughed with the malamute.

“Don't worry, Mr. Powell, I'll be sure to do that. You can count on me!" Jason said while giving the man a salute, much to the dog's embarrassment.

“I told you, you can call me Alvaro when it's just the two of us, kid."

“Sorry, Alvaro, forgot," Jason said with a smile.

Though Alvaro said nothing else and returned to reading the papers, his tail wagged in Jason's face. As the goat went to zip up his bag, he noticed a small hole in the side of it. His heart sank as he feared that his boss might have smelled its contents, but seeing as he had said nothing, he just zipped it up before continuing with his morning duties.

As Jason typed away at the desk, he couldn't help but admire his boss's back. Despite the man not being able to work out as often as he wanted, the malamute was still able to keep in shape. His shirt wrapped tightly around his muscles, leaving little to the imagination as it outlined every detail of his body.

Jason had always dreamed of running his fingers around the outline, but on his first day working here, he saw Alvaro throw one of the wolves through the window for trying to pick a fight with him. If a seven-foot wolf was no match for him what chance does Jason have. But that didn't stop him from fantasizing about being held under his boss's arms.

“Jason, just so you know, I've been getting some complaints about a smell from the desk," Jason immediately stopped typing but refused to look at Alvaro.

“What kind of smell," Jason sheepishly asked.

“Well, some of the members are saying someone is trying to mark their territory, and seeing as mostly canines come here. It's like that person is trying to issue a challenge," Alvaro just scratched the back of his neck as Jason stared at the monitor. “Just, just make sure you use some stronger stuff to get rid of the smell, okay."

“Got it! I'll make sure to keep that in mind," Jason stared into the ground, hoping nothing would come of this.

“Good…," Alvaro gave the goat an awkward smirk before patting his head. “We don't need a bunch of horn dogs around here, Kid!" The gym was filled with howling laughter from Alvaro as he went back into the office.

Jason crashed back into his chair, exhausted from the whole conversation. He looked down at his bag, and right behind it, you could see a faint stain on the back of the desk. He had thought he'd done a good job at cleaning up his mess, but it seemed like people had noticed.

Putting his bag in his personal locker away from the public locker, he grabbed some cleaning supplies.

“Okay, I need to be more careful," he mummers to himself as he grabs the air freshener and scrubs.

It wasn't long till The Woof House opened up, so after a few final checks, Jason opened up, and soon after, a few members came in. Most of the males paid extra attention to Jason, while most of the females just gave him the side eye while giggling amongst themselves. It wasn't anything new to the goat, though, as it had been happening for the past few months now. Though remembering what Alvaro said this morning, he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.

One of the black wolves came in after his pre-workout run, reeking of freshly cut grass and sweat. He gave Jason a wink when he checked in before making his way to the weights. Jason tried his best to ignore it, but his hooves rapidly tapped on the floor as he tried to make his face not seem so flushed.

Jason watched the wolf as he did a few reps on the bench press. Watching this, he began to wonder what it would be like to have the wolf do that to him. To be picked up and played with by such a strong animal. To be held in their arms, would they be gentle or rough? Would they take care of him through the whole process or use him like a toy? Shove his face right into their pits and use him as a rag, or kiss him tenderly? He slowly moved his paw to his crotch as his dick began to emerge out of his sheath.

“HEY! YOU THERE, KID!" The sudden shouting from the belgian malinois pulled Jason out of his fantasy.

Fixing his shorts as he snapped out of his fantasy, Jason came face to face with Herbert, an accountant who loved spending any time he had at The Woof House, even though he is a father of four, he has been able to maintain his physique.

“Sorry about that, Herbert," he scanned the dog's ID, “how's your day going? How are the wife and kids?"

“Er, well, the wife and kids are out for the weekend. Stupid mother-in-law fell down the stairs and sadly lived. So the wife wanted to make sure she has help." He seemed annoyed by the whole situation. “Would have gone myself, but last time I went to help the bitch she called me 'God's mistake'!" Herbert let out a growl of annoyance. “Probably for the best. The bitch tried feeding me chocolate just because I said her cooking couldn't be considered 'edible.'"

Herbert tapped his foot on the ground while he continued to ramble on and on about how much he hated his mother-in-law. While that went on, Jason looked down at Herbert's crotch. He wondered what jockstrap he was wearing today as the malinois was Jason's favorite victim. Jason's maw filled to the brim with his saliva as he thought about sneaking in when Herbert showered to steal his strap for his collection. It wasn't till the slamming of a paw on the desk that he snapped back out of it again.

“Come on, Kid, you need to pay attention! What is Alvaro paying ya for your mind to be wandering off like this?" At first, Herbert had a look of annoyance on his face, but it was soon overtaken by a cocky smile, “Of course, if you need a little cash, you could always come over to my house. Could use a cute maid to clean up the place."

Taken aback by the sudden forwardness, Jason's mouth just hung open as the malinois burst into laughter!

“I kid, kid! Don't take it so seriously!"

“Have a nice workout, Herbert," was all Jason could muster.

“Sure thing, kid," he said with a wink before heading off. “AND STOP DAY DREAMING ON THE COCK!"

Jason felt the eyes of the gym on him as Herbert began his reps. Jason tried his best to hide his face behind the desk.

“Oh, don't worry about him, kid. No one here is shocked about it," a smooth, calm voice ranged above him. To his shock, he saw an old robust australian cattle dog before him.

Lucas had been a long-time member of the gym long before Alvaro took over it and re-branded it. He always made sure Jason was looked after whenever Alvaro couldn't.

“It's fine. I'm used to it anyway," he said, though he wouldn't mind if he was teased more. Though the goat feared what would happen if any of the members knew of his inner desires. The thought stirred his groin.

“Oh! The other day, Alvaro mentioned something about a lost and found box. Apparently, people have been losing their clothes," Lucas said while laughing. “They're probably being stolen by some young pup! Probably have a thing for that big dog smell!"

Though Jason laughed with him, he prayed that no knows it was him doing it.

“Well, we'll be on the lookout for such a pup, plus we now have a lost and found for clothes, so hopefully, it won't happen as often," Jason said, mustering up a confident smile.

“Really? What a shame. I was hoping to meet the kid who kept stealing my clothes. I wanted to know if he liked the smell," he said, giving Jason his usually calming smile.

Jason couldn't help but feel his whole face get flushed as he tried to fix his shorts.

“Well, if they decide to turn themselves in, I'll be sure to let you know."

“Thanks, Jason, you're a good kid," Lucas pats Jason's shoulder before making his way to the locker room.

As he left, Jason's mind wandered off to the first time Lucas had left one of his shirts on the bench before taking a shower. He was the only dog in the gym at the time, as it was after hours, and the two were alone. Taking the opportunity, Jason had his shirt and began huffing it while the cattle dog showered.

The peppery smell of the man's musk hit Jason like a mean right hook, sending shocks throughout his body. Not knowing how long it would take the old dog to shower, Jason made quick work of his plan and began jacking off. With each huff, the goat would quickly beat his meat. Speed up with every whiff till he couldn't take it any longer and came all over the bench. Ropes of cum painted the brown bench, and in a panic, he used the shirt to clean it up.

Jason later blamed it on not paying attention and added it to the dirty towels when Lucas asked what happened to his shirt. It took about a week till Lucas stopped asking for it back. He and Alvaro just chucked it up to it being lost with all the towels. However, in reality, it was in Jason's dorm room.

As Jason typed away on the computer, a shadow loomed over him. Looking up, he was eclipsed by the angriest-looking black wolf he had ever seen. Dwight, a seven-foot-four beast of a wolf, said nothing as he just glared at the meek goat.

“Oh, hey, Dwight…how are you doing today?" was all Jason could ask as he scanned Dwight's ID.

“Fine." there was a twitch in Dwight's eye as he said that, causing Jason to sink back into his chair.

“That's good to hear. No major fires, right?"

“None."

Dwight was always a dog of few words. Never said much, as he would usually scare off anyone who saw his face. The fact that he towered over everyone he had ever met and had the face of killer didn't help. He joined the gym a couple of days after Jason started working there. Alvaro told him that if Dwight scared him, he'd kick him out, but as much as Jason was scared of the mountain dog, he was equally aroused by his presence.

Though he has been here for months, Jason hasn't been able to get more than a few words out of Dwight. He wasn't even sure if his boss had made any real progress in getting the giant to open up.

“Have a nice day working out, Dwight!" Jason enthusiastically shouted, catching Dwight off guard.

“OH…um…yes, thank you. Have a nice day at work," Dwight said, his tail softly wagging behind him.

To the goat's surprise, he was hit with a fragrant musk. It filled his nostrils, causing his maw to overflow with drool. It wasn't till a gentle paw was placed on his head that he realized he was still at work and that it was Dwight holding him back.

Before the two could say anything, a corgi tapping his feet called out to Jason, “Hey, hurry it up. I wanna check in! Stop smell-!" Dwight, who doesn't normally growl as even he knows how people view him, bared his fangs at the little dog as a deep, murderous growl emanated from him

“Sorry about that, sir!" Jason pushed Dwight to the side as a way to defuse tension. Taking the hint, Dwight went to do his workout as Jason continued to check the corgi in.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. As more canines came in, The Woof House filled with a mixture of barks, howls, and laughter from its members. Jason made sure to keep the place clean with the help of Alvaro as the two alternated between who was to clean and who manned the front desk.

“Hey, kid! Mind picking up some of the towels? A couple of dumb mutts decided it would be funny to leave them around," growled Alvaro.

“Sure thing!" Jason almost jumped for joy at the thought of grabbing them, but he was able to keep his composure as he made his way down to the gym floor. His tail wagging behind him.

As he gathered the towels, many of the members threw them his way as he walked past them with the bin. Some would use this time to exchange small talk, but a quick shout from Alvaro shut them down real quick. A lot of the more sweaty mutts loved hugging Jason, covering him in their musk, pissing off some other members. Though he enjoyed the attention, Jason still had a job to do and wasn't too happy about smelling like someone else while on the clock. He threatened to have Alvaro kick them out if they did such a thing again. Though it was an empty threat, they still backed off.

As he continued to collect towels, he bumped into Dwight as he was changing the weights on his machine. Though scared, the goat still kept his composure.

“Hey Dwight, how is everything?"

“Fine."

Short as always Jason had no idea why he even tried. When he turned to leave, he felt the mountain dog right on him. Sniffing him like crazy. Taking a step back, he looked at Dwight with befuddled eyes.

“You smell like others. More than usual," there was a twinge in Dwight's eyes as he said.

Before Jason could respond, Dwight picked him up and squeezed him before rubbing Jason's face in his chest. Despite knowing better, Jason took the opportunity to lick the wolf, coating his tongue with the man's salty, bitter sweat. That had gotten Dwight to pull Jason closer.

Neither said anything as Dwight set the goat back down before resuming his workout. Jason stood there uncertain on what to do next as now he was covered in the mountain dog's musk and sweat.

He just stood there as Dwight opened and closed his legs with each rep. As he stared and watched the dog's crotch, he could see the outline of the man's dick poking out. It was only the tip, but clear as day, and Jason was able to make it out.

As time seemed to stand still, Jason took one step closer to Dwight, who slowed down his reps as he watched the goat.

“JASON HURRY UP WITH THOSE DAMN TOWELS! I NEED YOU BACK HERE!" Alvaro barked across the gym.

In a panic, Jason dropped the few towels he was holding, getting a laugh from those watching. As he gathered up everything, he looked back at Dwight, who went back to his reps, ignoring him completely.

It didn't take Jason long before he had recollected everything and made his way back to the desk, where Alvaro chewed him out for taking so long. He even got an extra helping of chewing out for letting Dwight mark him and was forced to take a shower before he got any complaints, which Jason reluctantly did. Avoiding any of the already naked dogs in the room as he took a quick shower.

As Jason manned the desk, he switched between watching the members workout and doing his homework. Though he was more focused on the men than his studies.

He'd often thought about asking them to spot him when he worked out, having their bodies pressed against him. Their sheath brushed up against his butt as he bent down to lift some weights. Or, better yet, as he laid on the bench, their balls pressed against his nose.

His fantasy was soon stopped as a familiar cattle dog poked him in the face.

“Hey, Kid, I'm pretty sure Alvaro wouldn't be too happy to see you zone out," Lucas laughed as he wiped away a bit of drool off of Jason's maw. Much to the goat's embarrassment. “How's school treating you, kid?"

“Fine," Jason replied, wiping away the rest. “Not really getting most of this, but hopefully, I'll be able to get some of it. I'm not the smartest student you know."

“Oh, I figured that out long ago!" Lucas said before giving him a wink.

Before Jason could question him, Lucas handed him his towel. It reeked of the cattle dog to the point that Jason had to throw it to the ground as the smell was getting too strong even for him. Something to keep for later was the only thing that went to his head.

“You know canines have very good smell, far better than most animals."

Before Jason could say anything, another towel was thrown on his face. Its musk was something that Jason was very much familiar with.

“Shit, kid! Thought I told you to pay attention while on the clock!" Herbert's laughter filled Jason's ear as he removed the towel. “Oh, Lucas didn't see you there. How's it going?"

“Fine, Herbert. You should really be nicer to the poor boy. I've heard he's not the brightest."

“Oh, I knew that longer than anyone else at this damn gym."

The two old dogs shared a laughed with each other at Jason's expense. Not wanting to be laughed at, Jason gathered the two extra towels and added them with the few he kept below before heading towards the laundry room.

“Well, as much fun as it is to be laughed at, I'm going to do some more of my work. Mind watching the desk for me, Lucas?" The cattle dog just nodded as Jason headed out, and the two dogs continued their laughter.

The laughter of the two dogs stuck with him as he headed farther back into the gym. As he made his way down the hall, bag in toll, he was starting to get tired. As much as he was used to working twelve-hour shifts, everyone had their limits. He leaned up against the wall, taking a quick breath, and a familiar face loomed above him.

Dwight stood over him, tail wagging.

“Would you like some help?" Dwight asks as he has already taken the bag from Jason, not giving the goat any time to reply.

“Thanks… sorry, guess I'm a bit tired," Jason replied sheepishly. However, the mountain dog didn't seem to care as he walked toward the laundry room.

The two mostly walked in silence, only accompanied by the sound of Jason's hooves hitting the floor. Occasionally, Jason would take a peak at the mountain dog; his whole body was still drenched in sweat, and his clothes were sticking to his fur. His scent was particularly something Jason took particular interested in as it was more pungent than usual. This caused the goat to move a bit closer to the dog.

Though they didn't say anything, Jason couldn't help but notice Dwight's tail slightly wagging as he got closer to him. That had brought the goat to chuckle, much to the giant's dismay.

“What is so funny?"

“I'm sorry. I just think it is a bit cute that your tail is wagging. I always thought you hated me or, at the very least, couldn't stand my company."

Jason ended up crashing into Dwight as the man abruptly stopped. Looking up, he saw Dwight staring at him in his usually menacing expression.

“Jason, I don't hate you…," was all he could muster before dropping the bag and heading back to the gym.

Rubbing his nose, he saw that he was right in front of the laundry room. Not wanting to put much thought into it, Jason just took the bag into the room and got to work.

As Jason put the towels in, he made sure to put the more ripped towels in a separate washer. A lot of the more aggressive canines have been complaining about the fact that some of their towels still smelled like someone else, and they weren't interested in having another canine's scent all over them.

A few of them even gave Jason a predatory look as they said it, but they were quickly shot down and threatened with a ban if they even tried anything from Alvaro. To correct this, Alvaro had brought extra strong detergent just for them.

As he got to the last of the towels, it seemed that only Herbert's was left. Seeing as he was alone, Jason made sure to lock the door to the room, buying him time just in case his boss decided to interrupt him.

It had been months since the park incident with the officer, and Jason was never able to get the taste of his underwear out of his mouth. He laid on the floor with Herbert's towel in one paw and his dick in another.

As he slowly began huffing the towel, the thought of Herbert coming into the room filled his mind.

“Oh, what do we have here? Do you love my scent so much you'd even jack off with it at work, kid?" It would probably be something he'd say if he saw Jason.

Jason then laid on the floor flat on his stomach as his ass up. He stuffed a bit of the towel into his maw, imagining that it was Herbert's fingers as he used that now free paw to massage his hole.

He slowly stroked his dick as he inserted his first finger, nearly bucking himself over.

“Come now, it was only one finger. You can do better than that."

Not wanting to disappoint, he bit harder on the towel as he went to add another figure. Taking the previous one out, he used two of them to slowly massage his hole. Once he was relaxed enough to get the tip of both figures in, he slowly made his way with his knuckles.

Jason's hooves scraped against the floor as both of his fingers went further in. He dragged his face across the towel as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climaxing. His penis was fully out of its sheath and burning hot in his hand. His ass pulsated around his fingers as he began fucking himself.

He had practiced every night, and a few weeks after the park incident, he had bought a special canine dildo to help him recreate the sensation. As he slowly moved his fingers back and forth, his inside tightly wrapping around them. His insides felt warm to the touch as everything pulsed around him. Without thinking, he soon found himself with a third finger in.

He was getting close, and he could feel it. Jason sped up his rhythm as he moved deeper in. He sucked more of the towel further into his maw, to the point it felt as if he was gagging himself. The taste of Herbert's sweat was over his tongue, but he didn't care. The only thing Jason focused on was finishing.

The moment Jason hit his sweet spot with his figures pressing down on it, a knock could be heard at the door. “Jason, you there? Why the hell did you lock the door for?" the sound of Alvaro's deep voice was all he heard before ropes of cum shot out of his dick, spraying the towel with his spunk.

In a panic, he immediately shot up, but his fingers were still inside him, and cum was still coming out. He ended up crashing into the wall, nearly getting his horns stuck in the process as his cum coated the floor and his face.

“HEY YOU OKAY IN THERE? HOLD ON!" Jason saw the door handle jiggle and figured and immediately wiped himself off the best he could with Herbert's towel. As he reached for his shorts to put on, the sound of the door unlocking rang in his ears. He quickly threw his shorts into the washer with the towel and wrapped himself in one of the fresh towels.

Alvaro came in with a worried look on his face, only to see Jason sitting on the bench awkwardly and smiling at him.

“Hey, Alvaro! How's it going?" Jason sheepishly asked.

“Fine, I came to check in on ya, seeing as Lucas is manning the front desk and all," Alvaro just stared at the goat before walking back out. “Finish up with washing the towers. And don't expect me to let you clean your clothes for free."

Jason let out a sigh of relief as his boss went back down the hall. Not wanting to push his luck any further, he immediately cleaned up what cum was on the floor before heading back out with a spare pair of pants he kept in the room for emergencies.

As the rest of the day went by uneventfully, Jason made sure to finish up any further paperwork for the gym and to wrap up any assignments he might have left or do whatever Alvaro wanted him to do. Alvaro never questioned him on why he had locked the door, and Jason was too embarrassed to ask if he had seen or smelled anything.

Upon seeing that the sun had set, Jason saw that it was time to close up the gym. As he made his way around, kicking a few remaining stragglers out, he noticed that Alvaro was talking to Dwight, Lucas, and Herbert about something. Not wanting to interrupt them, he continued with his closing duties.

Once he was finished putting away the last few pieces of equipment, Alvaro tapped him on the shoulders.

“Hey, kid! Just so you know, I already gave those three the okay to stay a bit later than usual, so don't worry about them, okay? They'll let you know when they're ready to leave. So I'm going to head out for the night unless you need me to stay?"

Jason looked at the three men still working out. Knowing that he hadn't had any real problems with them and he was somewhat certain Dwight wouldn't try anything, or at least won't, with Lucas and Herbert around, he just shook his head.

“Nah, I'm fine, Boss! Enjoy the rest of your night," Jason gave the malamute a cheeky grin before locking the door behind him.

While cleaning the gym floor, he couldn't help but feel eyes on him, but every time he looked over, both Dwight and Herbert would just be in the middle of their reps, and Lucas had stopped working out a while back and went to the locker room to shower.

Not being able to shake off the feeling of being preyed on, Jason went to the locker room to see if anything in there needed to be cleaned up. Or, at the very least, see if anyone had left any random clothing.

Upon turning the corner into the room, he was greeted with a pair of fuzzy white balls as Lucas was flexing in the mirror. The old cattle dog, despite his age, still looked good; his brown fur mixed with bits of white really showed his age, and his gut wasn't something to laugh at as he worked it enough to be firm, though it still hung a bit over his waist.

As Jason continued to look at the cattle dog's sack, it began swinging back and forth, mesmerizing the goat. The sound of grandfatherly laughter snapped Jason out of his gaze and looking up; he saw Lucas just staring at him, with the bright red tip of his dick poking out.

“Why hello there, Jason. Wasn't expecting to find you here, staring like such," Lucas cupped his sack and gave it a quick shake. “See something you like?"

Though Lucas was laughing, Jason felt a wave of embarrassment overcome him as he resisted the urge to nod. Even though the goat would love to have a closer look, he knew better and quickly brushed it off. He went back to work while Lucas continued to pose in front of the mirror.

Every now and then, Jason would look over while he cleaned, but whenever Lucas saw him in the reflection of the mirror, he would wink at the young goat before shaking his junk.

It wasn't long before Lucas got bored with teasing Jason. He grabbed a spare towel and headed to the showers. Leaving the young goat alone.

As Jason cleaned a bit more, he noticed that Lucas's jockstrap was left out of his bag and on a nearby bench. Many things went through his head as he stared down the jockstrap.

When the sound of a shower running hit his ear, he checked out front only to see Dwight and Herbert talking amongst themselves. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, though risky, he went to grab it.

It was still dripping with Lucas's sweat, and as Jason felt it between his hands, his own dick slowly emerged from its sheath. With one more check toward the bathroom door, Jason pressed the jockstrap into his nose. Taking one huge huff, he trembled when the smell reached his mind. As he was about to reach down to grab hold of his dick, footsteps could be heard behind him.

“Well, shit, you actually took the bait!" Herbert exclaimed as he walked toward the goat.

Dwight just stood in the doorway, blocking Jason's only way to escape. Jason could only stare and watch as Herbert inched closer and closer to him. Not sure on what to do, he backed up until he hit a row of lockers.

“Um…hey, Dwight, Herbert! It's um… not wha-!" Before he could say anything else, Herbert shoved something into Jason's maw.

It had a familiar, a real sweaty taste to it. It was then he noticed that Dwight wasn't wearing his pants, and his cock was fully out of its sheath. Looking over, he saw that it was the same for Herbert.

“You know, if any of the other guys who frequented this gym knew of what we were going to do, they'd probably have a fit about not getting to play with your goat ass!" Herbert howled with laughter as Dwight sheepishly looked to the ground.

“Oh my! That took a bit longer than I thought, you know. I thought you young folks were all about the action. What took so long?" Jason saw Lucas emerging from the showers, though it was clear he hadn't even touched the water.

“It seemed that he was trying to make sure no one was nearby. Before he acted, Dwight saw that he was checking on us, so he figured that it was go time." Herbert took his strap out of Jason's mouth. “Whether the goat was ready or not."

“What are you guys talking about? Ready or not for what?" Jason let out a nervous laugh as he tried not to feel overwhelmed by the situation.

The three men just looked at each other before shaking their heads. Herbert in frustration, Dwight in embarrassment, and Lucas in pure joy.

“Well, you see, we were talking to Alvaro about letting us have a taste of you tonight. And to our surprise, he was more than fine with it, as long as we don't go overboard, of course," Lucas gave a knowing look to the malinois before making his way to Jason.

“What are you talking about?" was all Jason could stammer as Herbert took off his shirt.

Despite showering at the gym often, this was the first time Jason had seen Herbert with his shirt off. The goat was mesmerized at the malinois's muscle gut, and he felt compelled to touch it.

“God, is the kid really this dumb? Where the hell did Alvaro hire a moron like this," Herbert snarled as he tossed his shirt to the side.

“Jason, you know we canines have a great sense of smell. Far better than most animals, right?" Lucas asked, and Jason just nodded his head. “Did you really think none of us was able to tell that you were stealing our clothes? Especially with you, who would come back smelling like one of us every day. Did you think we didn't realize that you were jerking off to our scent behind the desk?"

Jason's ears fell to his side as his face turned a bright shade of red. He was kinda hoping that no one really noticed. He just looked at the other two dogs, who only nodded their head in agreement.

“Do you know how much the others have been begging that old man to let them breed you? Shoot, after noticing you coming back smelling like me from your laundry trip early today, I almost fucked you then and there."

Jason covered his face as the thought of Herbert doing that got him even more aroused.

“I overheard these two talking to the owner. I also wanted to participate," was all Dwight could muster before looking away.

“How long did everyone know it was me?" Jason asked as he made his way to the bench.

“It began a week after you started taking the clothes," Dwight spoke up again. I remember some of them wanting to file a report, but Alvaro talked them out of it. Soon, a lot of them wanted to see who you went for. And whose scent was your favorite? A lot hated the idea of sharing you," was all Dwight said before he also began taking off his shirt.

Dwight was always a big wolf; even for other black wolves, he was still huge. He could barely fit in most hallways as he towered over a lot of animals. His fluff fur hid most of his muscle underneath it. Jason had thought he was being sneaky in the past when he would poke at the wolf's fluffy without him knowing, but now he figured that Dwight probably let him do that.

Feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole situation, Jason tried to slink off but was immediately halted when Herbert grabbed Jason's wrist, pulling the goat closer to him. Jason's face was inches away from the malinois's tip, and he could just taste its strong aroma.

“You're not going anywhere, kid. Not until we're finished," and with that, Herbert grabbed hold of Jason's ball, giving them a few playful but rough tugs before letting go of Jason's arm.

Jason yelps in pain but clutches onto Herbert's arm. His tongue splayed out onto the malinois's arm as he breathed heavily. That got a soft pet from the cattle dog behind him.

“How cute. I think he likes it, dontcha kid," Lucas said as he kissed Jason's neck. The goat could only nod as he held tighter onto Herbert.

“What a good kid," Herbert exclaimed as he stuffed a hand underneath Jason's shirt and cupped a feel of the goat's chest before twisting one of his nipples. That only caused Jason to moan in delight.

“How about we remove these pesky clothes before continuing?" Lucas says that before lifting Jason's shirt off, Herbert soon followed suit and removed the goat's shorts.

Jason was no slouch as he was part of the track team, and having access to the gym, he was able to keep in shape. He was still as well-toned as he had been before, if only with a bit more muscle. It is not too noticeable if you aren't paying attention. If anything, the only thing that had increased was the firmness of his ass, as he didn't like how much it jiggled when he first started playing with himself.

Dwight just stood in the corner, watching the two older dogs undress the goat. Covering his crotch as he wasn't sure on how to proceed with the three of them.

“My, what a beautiful body. I can see why Alvaro hired you," said Lucas before kissing Jason's forehead. “Tell me, did the two of you ever do it?"

Jason just shook his head.

“Oh! So does that mean where you're first?" asked Herbert as he lifted Jason's legs to get a better angle of his hole.

Jason shook his head again.

“So, you've had sex before. With who?"

“An officer in the pa~ARK!" Herbert began licking Jason's hole, “he had caught me streaking, and instead of turning me in. He forced himself on me."

“Oh, sorry to hear that. But don't worry, we'll be gentle," was all Lucas could say as he petted Jason, who now had Herbert's tongue deep inside him.

Jason wanted to say more. He dreamed of something like this, but he was starting to get cold hooves. He reached out to stop Herbert, but his arms were restrained by Lucas. When the two looked at each other, the old cattle dog just smiled.

“Now, now, kid. We don't want to ruin his fun now, do we?" Jason let out a soft whimper as Lucas kissed his forehead before laying him on his back.

The room was filled with the sound of Herbert eating Jason out. With each moan coming from the malinois, the deeper his tongue went, and the more pre Jason produced.

Jason wanted to protest, but before he could say a word, Lucas placed his sack on his head. Inches away from his nose.

The pungent smell coming from his sack was driving Jason crazy as he tilted his head back in order to get a better smell of it. As soon as it hit his nose, Jason took a big gulp as his mouth was filled to the brin with his drool. As his mouth trembled with anticipation, he tried to extend his tongue to at least get a taste of the knot, but Lucas held his head still.

“I'm sorry, kid, but not yet."

Jason could only whimper like a dog, getting a laugh from his two assailants. That's when he felt the cold air breeze on his taint. Looking down, he saw Herbert licking his maw when he felt a familiar sensation grace his hole. Herbert had inserted two of his fingers with ease, much to the dog's surprise.

“Wow, the kid is looser than I thought." Herbert let out a long, drawn whistle before inserting a third finger. “Tell me, did you play with yourself after I gave you my towel?"

Jason just nodded.

“I also have a special canine dildo, mhmm, at home!"

“Oh, really now?" Lucas tilled the goat's head back to where it was before. “And what makes this dildo so special, kid?"

“It stays in while I run. So whenever I move, I can feel the knot move with me, and I don't need to worry about it slipping out."

Herbert inserted a fourth finger after hearing that. All but his thumb was inside of Jason, and the goat could feel it. He felt the malinois spread his fingers inside of him as they played around with his insides as he laid helplessly.

“Well, I think we've teased him long enough, don't you agree?" Lucas asked as he tilted Jason's head back further.

“I couldn't agree more," and with a forceful yank, Herbert removed his fingers from Jason, leaving his hole gasping for air. Begging to be filled.

Lucky for him, he wasn't left waiting for long as he felt the tip of Herbert's cock press against his ass. But the malinois abruptly stopped and sniffed the air before letting out a deep growl.

“HEY MUTT! GET OVER HERE AND BE A PART OF THE ACTION! YOU FUCKING ASKED TO BE HERE WITH US!" Herbert barked at Dwight, who was jerking himself off in the corner.

As the wolf approached, Jason could only see a bit of his dick from underneath Lucas's fat. It was almost as big as his fist with a lovely red hue, kinda like a rose. Jason wanted to reach out and touch it, but his arms were still restrained by Lucas.

“If you wanna just jerk off, then jerk off over the kid. Let the others in the gym know that you were able to fuck him before any of those bastards could," both Herbert and Lucas chuckled at the joke.

It didn't take long for Herbert to slowly insert his penis into Jason, and before he could scream out in pain, Lucas inserted his dick into Jason's mouth. The two older dogs were spit-roasting the goat while the third stood over him, jacking off.

Jason gagged on Lucas's cock, it was all most as thick as Jason's arm, but luckily it was half the length of a soda can. It couldn't reach far into Jason's throat, but due to its thickness, it was still able to fill his maw. His knot was no joke either, as it was still the size of tennis balls stuck together.

As Lucas fucked Jason's face, rocking his hips back and forth, letting his gut brush against the goat's chest. Jason felt his knot pressing against his teeth. Begging to be let in, as his tongue was coated with the old dog's salty, bitter pre.

Meanwhile, Herbert was halfway into Jason's rear end. He wasn't as small as Lucas; his dick was very much average in both length and weight, something his wife always commented on whenever they had sex. But it still hit that special spot that got her going.

With a few adjustments and a couple of prodding, he found what he was looking for. Jason's g-spot. The goat immediately jolted up but was pushed back down by Lucas. Upon seeing this, Herbert wrapped the goat's legs around his waist before slamming his dick into him. While being extra careful not to knot him.

As the goat laid on the table, both ends being filled with dick, Dwight couldn't help but watch as Jason's dick bounced against his stomach. Without a second thought, he got on his knees and began sucking Jason off while still beating himself off.

This was the first time Jason had anyone suck him off. Most animals were always hesitant when it came to his dick, and others with the same type of penis as his never really felt bold enough to try. The inside of Dwight's maw was very warm. Dwight bobbed his head slowly. Jason could feel his tongue wrap around his dick with every bob.

The room soon filled with the sound of Jason and Dwight gagging while Lucas and Herbert panted in the background. To Jason, this was one of the best feelings of his life, and without thinking as he came in Dwight's mouth, he pulled Herbert into him, giving the malinois enough force to lock his knot inside of him.

Soon a wave of warm cum shot out of Herbert in quick succession as the dog's tongue rolled out of his mouth, as sweet bliss crept on his face. The others looked at him in shock.

They weren't sure how long it'd take Jason to cum, as they had planned to go all night. Whether he was able to or not really didn't matter. But Herbert had bragged about how great his stamina was, and for him to cum the moment he knotted was a sight to see.

But before anyone said a word, he ripped his knot out, causing Jason to gasp for air as he spat out Lucas's dick.

“Herbert! I know you're upset, but don't rip out your knot! We don't want to damage the kid now," Lucas scolded the dog.

“Whatever, move it, mutt!" Herbert shoved Dwight in front of Jason's exposed hole, with bits of his cum leaking out. “You fuck him! I need a drink."

And with that, Herbert left the three alone as his dick continued to drip all over the floor as he left.

“We will be sure to clean that up for you before Alvaro comes in, so don't worry, Jason," said Lucas as he presented his cock to the goat, who immediately went back to sucking it. “And as for you, though a bit messy, it is nice and loose. Why not give it a go."

Dwight just stood there looking at Jason's pulsating hole, with bits of cum leaking out of it. Without thinking, he stuck three of his fingers in, getting a good feel for the mess he was about to get into. Each movement of his fingers caused Jason's hole to twitch around the wolf's fingers. And the further he went, the louder Jason moaned.

Once they were well and covered, Dwight slowly removed his fingers and began coating his dick with the other dog's cum. But before he inserted his own dick, he bent down and gave Jason a kiss on the ass. Shocking both spectators.

“What a true gentleman! Ho ho~!" bellowed Lucas as he quickened his pace.

It didn't take long before the wolf inserted himself into the goat. His red rocket was a nice combination of both Herbert's and Lucas's dicks. He had the length of Herbert but the width of Lucas. It filled every inch of Jason, and as he slowly moved in, he made sure it was still comfortable for Jason.

He didn't move if it looked like Jason couldn't handle what he was pushing and waited until he settled down or until Lucas gave him a nod, letting him know he should proceed.

Jason, on the other hand, was being suffocated with not only Lucas's dick but also the musky scent that came along with it. Every time he opened his mouth to take in more, the old cattle dog would pat his chest, telling him not yet as he continued to push his knot against the goat's teeth. He could barely take it.

As for Dwight, when he was about halfway in, he grabbed hold of Jason's waist to help push himself further into the goat. He had never felt such a tight, warm sensation in his life. He felt empowered by it. He had to keep reminding himself that he must be gentle. He must not break the goat. But the urge to impale the goat became harder and harder to keep back as Jason swallowed up more and more of him.

When he finally got to the hilt, he could see the tip of his dick bulging out of Jason's belly. He immediately pressed down on it, causing the goat to cum once again, coating the back of his arm with Jason's cum. Without a second thought, he licked it off before taking his dick out and slamming it back in. Driven by the passion of seeing his tip jut out.

As the two men moved their respective dick inside the goat, Jason couldn't help but touch himself. This time no one stopped his arms from moving, so with one hand, he grabbed his penis and with the other he wrapped it around it to pull Lucas closer. He wrapped his legs around Dwight's waist, pulling him closer to him and preventing the wolf from going too far out.

Which was fine with both canines as they didn't want to move to begin with.

“Open up real wide, kid," Lucas grunted out as he rapidly banged his knot on Jason's maw.

The moment he did, the cattle dog just shoved his whole knot in with no warning. It felt as if a fist had just been forced into Jason's mouth. Then a howl ranged out in the locker room as spurts of hot cum rapidly shot into the goat's mouth. Hitting the back of his throat.

Having no other choice, Jason began swallowing each and every shot that came. One, two, five, eight. It seemed like there was no end to it. It soon began to get harder and harder to swallow as Lucas clamped down on his throat. Even when Jason frantically tapped on his ass, he still didn't let up.

“LUCAS! HE STILL NEEDS TO BREATH!" growled Dwight, snapping Lucas out of whatever fuck he was in, as he immediately let go and pulled out of Jason.

He came a few more times as the goat gasped for air. Bits of cum landed on Jason's face and chest. For the most part, it was over, and Jason laid there with his tongue hanging out of his maw as he breathed heavily.

“Sorry about that, kid. It's… it's been a while," Lucas tried to play it off, but one look at Dwight made him shut up real quick, and he just went over to another bench and sat down.

Herbert came rushing in only to see Lucas looking like a beaten pup, Dwight still fucking Jason, and Jason drooling out a mixture of his own saliva and Lucas's cum.

“Shit seems like I missed a lot. You alright, kid?" Was all he could ask as he watched Dwight ram his cock repeatedly into the goat.

Jason only gave a curt nod. Though weak, it was enough for him. He looked over at Dwight, who was too enamored with fucking Jason to pay him any real mind. However, when he tried to place a finger into the goat's mouth, he heard a faint growl coming from the wolf. He thought better than to test fate with that.

“Jason. I want to knot you," was all he could say as he felt his twitch with every beat against the goat's hole. Jason couldn't really give much of a response as he was still a bit out of it, but he was able to give a weak nod.

Taking that as his sign, Dwight worked to give his knot on final push. It was a bit of a struggle; even though Jason was loosened up from earlier this day and from his short sexcapade with Herbert and his constant practice with his toy, he still wasn't used to taking in a knot so big. It took several attempts, but Dwight was determined to make sure he got it in.

Slam! Grunt! Slam! Grunt!

With every single slam, Dwight let out a fierce grunt as he fought with Jason's hole to let him breed him. It was a battle he didn't plan on losing, and whether Jason wanted it or not, Dwight was determined to knot him.

Undoing Jason's legs, Dwight took each one in his paws and spread them as wide as he could before taking his dick out to where only the tip could be seen.

Jason looked at the wolf in confusion before Dwight slammed his full body into the goat, getting his knot fully inside him. Letting out a mighty triumphant howl as he shot ropes of cum inside him. His knot pulsed with each pump.

Jason let out a scream, shocking the other two dogs. But when either of the two tried to get close, Dwight would just growl and bark at them while holding onto Jason.

“HEY! Don't growl at me, pup!" Herbert shot back. “This is a group effort, and if you think I'm going to let you have all the fun, then you have another thing coming! I don't care how big you are. You're still a pup, and I can still kick your ass!"

Herbert hesitantly moved closer to the bench. Dwight kept his eyes on the malinois. Wanting to reclaim his glory, he hatched an idea.

“Hey, lift him up, pup."

Not sure what he was getting at Dwight did what he was told. Herbert climbed onto the bench and lined his dick up with Dwight's.

“He can't handle it," Dwight said.

“You don't know that pup," Herbert shot back as he managed to get just the tip in.

“You're going to break him!" growled Dwight

“Oh, shut up! The damn kid was broken the moment you slammed your fucking rod into him. Besides," Herbert patted Jason's face. “I'm certain he'd enjoy having two canines in him again. Wouldn't cha, kid?"

Jason just nodded as he held on tighter to Dwight's back. The goat buried his face deep into the wolf's chest, inhaling as much of his musk as he could as he awaited for the second dick to enter.

As Herbert inched more and more into Jason, bits of Dwight's cum spilled out. The goat dug his claws deeper into Dwight's back. Though it hurt, Dwight still brushed the goat's head as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

While he enjoyed the tight squeeze, Herbert was only able to get half of his dick in. Parts of it were squished up against Dwight's knot as it was too much for anything to get past, which was no real issue for Herbert as he met his goal and slowly began thrusting. Dwight followed his lead.

As the two worked in unison to fuck Jason, the goat gripped the wolf tighter. As he felt his insides being rearranged by what was going on down below. He could feel Dwight poking his stomach while Herbert poked around his G-spot with Dwight's knot. With both of them moving around in him and being filled with both of their cum already, Jason began to lose himself.

As he looked up to Dwight, he was mesmerized by his crystal blue eyes and leaned in to kiss him, much to the wolf's surprise. But wanting nothing more than to make Jason happy, he obliged and went in for the kiss.

The two tongues wrapped around each other, swapping spit and bits of Lucas's cum. As Dwight fought to take control, as Jason tried to have some control of the situation. But ultimately, the goat gave up and let the wolf have his way, as it pushed further than Lucas's dick could.

“I'm close," Dwight called out.

“Same," responded Herbert.

“Ready?" Dwight lifted Jason's head and was met with a quick nod and a swift lick on the muzzle.

With a few more thrusts, Herbert came first, yet again, but this time due to Dwight taking up so much space, he wasn't able to knot Jason and had to settle on letting half of his cock pulse in the goat.

As bits of cum filled the goat, the malinois slowly made his way out, taking care not to hurt Jason this time. As he wasn't in the mood to deal with whatever wrath Dwight would have in store.

Dwight didn't take long after, as his knot was already in. It only took a couple of thrusts for him to cum again. Ropes of it came pouring out, and Jason could feel his gut filling to the brim as it just kept coming. It didn't stop even when Dwight fell back and landed on his ass, dislodging his knot from Jason. Instead, as he still came, an ample amount of cum came pouring out of Jason, who lay spread out on top of Dwight.

Too tired to move, Dwight laid on the floor, knocked out while Herbert was asleep against the lockers. Lucas, on the other hand, had a different idea. He pulled Jason off of Dwight and placed him on the bench.

“What are you doing?" Jason asked, too tired to move.

“Don't worry about it," Lucas bent down to Jason's ass. “You don't want to go to sleep with cum still inside, you know."

And with that, Lucas began to insert his tongue and eat what cum was left in Jason. His tongue reached places that not even Herbert's penis could and got pretty far up there. Though it wasn't long enough to reach the heights of Dwight's cock, it was still pretty impressive how far it could go.

“Well, how was the show?" Lucas asked, confusing Jason. It wasn't till he looked towards the hallway where he saw Alvaro standing there with his arms folded.

“It was quite entertaining, but," Alvaro walked over and picked Jason up, carrying him bridle style. “I don't trust you three enough not to mess with him first thing in the morning. Get some rest. I'll be closing the gym tomorrow. Need to get you guys's scent out of the here."

And with that, he left with Jason.

Before the goat could ask him any question, he felt a couple of fingers shoved up his ass. Look up at Alvaro, who had a wicked grin was plastered on his face.

“So, did you have fun with those guys?"

Jason just meekly nodded.

“Good. Cause we're going to have to make sure you're covered in my scent before we even consider reopening the gym."