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MAX

"Where's Butch?" asks Rex, as he unlocks the gym door for me. His huge frame blocks the low light coming from the back of the gym as he stands in front of the door; his face being cast in shadow makes him seem bigger than usual. He intimidates me, unlike most of the boys I see walking around campus every day.

I shrug, answering, "Probably fucking some whore? I'm not his keeper." Right now, I'm not sure if I should be annoyed at Aleksy, or jealous. He's older than me - by only a year - but he acts like the young wild child. This time, I can't really blame him; I'd ditch cleaning up the gym with Rex and my brother to fuck some hot bitch if I was him.

Squeezing past Rex, I know the gym bag resting on the reception desk is his. While Aleksy and I fight, he usually goes through his own routine, checking in on us from time to time to make sure we haven't wrecked anything. I hear Rex lock the door, and tail me to the changing rooms. Glancing over my shoulder, I look between gym bag and owner, and I can't decide which one seems more overstuffed. Rex is frowning. "I need you guys for a couple of hours every night to clean," he growls. "Every night. He wants to fuck his whores? Fine. You two can pay to use the gym like everyone else."

"I'll talk to him," I promise Rex, trying to keep him on side. "Aleksy's older than me, but he's still a stupid boy who thinks he's a big man." That seems to calm him down a little, which lets me relax my ass. I go through the gate Rex leaves open so we can come and go as we want. I head into the changing rooms with two changes of clothes: workout first, then clean. I give room a sniff. You can tell when "they" have been in here, but tonight's like most nights and it's just normal man funk.

Some nights it really smells like sex, and we find lots of cum on the floor. Whenever we leave after one of those shifts, Aleksy keeps go on about all the faggot sex, laughing off his dumb ass. But he's stupid, and I tell him to keep his mouth shut. I don't care if they fuck a million boys in here; it's not our business. If it was just faggot boys fucking, that would be one thing, but something else is going on too. Why be so secret about it? I think they make porn movies here. That's why he has us work when nobody else is around, and why I tell my brother to keep his mouth shut. Fuck Aleksy. If you have porn - even gay porn - you have mobs sniffing around. This place stinks of mob. What is he thinking pissing them off? Besides, it was his idea to come here and fight in the first place!

I try to change quickly. I'm just about to pull my underwear off when Rex comes in. I'd swear he could hear or smell it, since he does that every time we change, but he never says anything or looks at me. Instead he just drops his bag and takes off his clothes. He already wears workout clothes, but he always seems to want to shower: I guess he trains people during the day.

I used to not understand why he wanted to get that huge. It's not for girls: they don't like it when you get too muscular. Why bother, then? That's what I used to think, until it hits me: Rex is the inside man. He watches at night, and lets them in when they want to do their filming and fucking. One time Aleksy and I saw him talk to a rich guy in a flash car in front. That night, Rex told us to go fuck off, no cleaning. I think the rich guy saw me looking at him; he had those hungry wolf eyes that dangerous men have. Fuck you, Aleksy, what have you left me with?

Rex seems to be able to read my mind. "What if Butch doesn't come?" he asks. "Butch" is some pet name he has for Aleksy. I guess because because we look alike, and the only way to tell me from my brother is that he has much bigger muscles than me. That's what I think, anyway. It seems dumb: he calls me "Max" like most people, why not call him "Alex"?

I look up from pulling on my gym shorts. Rex is naked, standing with his hands on his hips, a big floppy dick staring back at me. "Huh?" I grunt back, quickly turning away. I stand up, tugging up my tracksuit pants. They make me look like some Gopnik piece of shit. I try my best when the girls are around, but right now with some big mob guy it's a good thing.

"You two usually wrestle or box," Rex shrugs, unzipping the bag and grabbing a towel. Every time he raises his arms, I can smell him, even over the rest of the room. "Can't do either of those on your own."

"I don't know," I answer. I was too worried about fucking Aleksy to worry about it. Him, and Rex and his mob friends. "Maybe I just lift weights tonight?"

"You could work out with me?" Rex offers, draping his towel on his shoulders. He looks at me, like he's waiting for an answer.

He must be telling a joke. I laugh. "I can't lift what you do!" I don't want to make him angry, but I also don't want to get too close to him or the mob. Especially with Aleksy being a dumbass.

"That doesn't matter," Rex states. I guess I was wrong; he was serious. "Besides, you should challenge yourself sometimes. Butch's holding you back."

I snort, laughing again. "Very funny!" Now I know he's joking. How can working out with Aleksy be holding me back? He's stronger than me!

"I'm serious, Max," Rex explains. "Okay, I know your brother and I are stronger than you, but your brother's just lucky. You, though, you work hard. I've seen you in your fights."

This is true: sure, I know how to have fun, but Aleksy spends too much time having fun. Lots of girls just seem to like him better. "You think you can give me an edge?"

Rex smiles. He's not so scary when he smiles, but he is much bigger and stronger, and in the mob. "Trust me, I know a lot about guys and their weak spots. Let your brother fuck his whores. I'll train them up, and you can have his ass."

I think he meant "kick his ass" but sometimes the English are hard to understand. Still, I would love to be able to beak Aleksy, maybe invite girls to watch us wrestle or box, and show off who is the strongest. "Okay," I answer, "you have a deal."

Rex pats me on the shoulder. "Let me just get ready," he says, "and I'll meet you downstairs." I go to put on my singlet, but then his hand is on my arm. "No, leave it off. You need to see what your muscles are doing. Besides, that's what the towels are for, right?"

"Right!" I grin.

I grab my towel, and go down to the gym. There are lots of mirrors down there. I go in front of one and have a look; then I flex, watching my muscle move under my skin. I think of myself getting bigger, like Aleksy, maybe even bigger. Not as big as Rex: no, that is too big for me. "Hey baby," I tell some imaginary girl, "how do you like these guns?"

BUTCH

"Since when are you so close to Rex?" I ask little Maksy when he comes up the street. I flick my cigarette away, and jab my finger into his chest. "You always say to stay away from him, but now you hang out with him. Are you becoming big gangster?"

He scowls at me, and scoffs, "You are being as stupid as ever! Just because I am now beating you, you are jealous of me and all the pussy I am getting! You don't like your little brother being better than you!" Like he is some preening peacock, he flexes his new muscles, making his shirt move around. Does he think he can scare me?

I want to punch him in the face, but just then we see the shadow moving: Rex is coming to open the door. I want to laugh sometimes: little Maksy is so afraid of this guy, but he is just big, dumb muscle man, probably with a baby dick. "Does he put his dick into you? Is that the way things are?" I whisper.

Maksy glares at me, while Rex speaks. "Nice to see you again, Butch," he says, letting stupid little Maksy through with a nod and a smile. I go to follow, but Rex puts a hand on my chest to stop me.

"What is it?" I ask.

"You haven't been here in a while," Rex tells me, even though I know that. "Been having fun with girls I hear?"

I smile, "And you want to know my tricks, is that it?"

Rex chuckles, "I don't need to worry about that. My sex life is just fine. I just wanted to let you know you don't have to come over any more. You can go home to your whores. Your brother does a great job now, and I just think you'd slow him down."

I frown, and tell him, "I have to look after little Maksy. I'm his big brother."

"Not lately," he laughs. If he wants to make me mad, he's doing a good job. "I've seen a couple of your fights lately. You used to have the size advantage over him, but not any more. You're also really lazy; he's tiring you out in no time."

"You think you can fight me?" I growl, as I strain my muscles. "I can kick your big fat ass!"

He leans against the door, and grins, "Why should I be scared of you, someone who can be beaten up by their little brother?"

My fist clenches tight, and I start to swing at his jaw. Rex surprises me, though: he's big, but he moves quickly, grabbing my wrist. He squeezes it, the bones shrieking as I try to wriggle out. Suddenly all of little Maksy's stories about the mob come back to me.

"Now, I could break your arm," Rex says, calm like ice. "But I don't want to do that to Max. He's a good..." He stops, biting his lip. I feel his heart race as blood pumps through the muscles in his hand. "He's a good worker," he says again, his lips bunching together in a strange way. His eyes look over me, like a hungry dog looking at steak. "You, though, are just a big, dumb animal. It's a shame: you could easily get over him, but you just don't know how to apply yourself."

Suddenly, he lets my arm go. He stares at me with his intense eyes. "Your brother's going to keep beating you," he tells me, "because he's training and fucking girls, while you're just fucking girls. If you want, I can give you some training. With your natural talents, you should be able to kick his ass, but if you don't start acting smart he'll always come out on top."

I rub my wrist as he keeps staring at me. Maksy's isn't around; I check over Rex's big shoulders to see my little brother is not there. I don't like it, but it's true: Maksy's getting better every day. Suddenly, I start to worry: what if Rex is in the mob, and getting little Maksy involved? Maybe he's getting stronger because he is being their muscle? I can just imagine what Mama would say about that. "Alexsy," she would say, "you let our little Maksymilian get involved with thugs?" Then she would come around more often, checking up on the flat Maksy and I share. She would see the girls. The porn. No, I need to do something about this.

"Okay," I answer, staring fiercely back at him. "I will do as you say."

Rex moves out of the way, and I head in. Little Maksy comes out: he's not wearing his boxing gloves, or his wrestling singlet, instead just his boxing shorts and socks and shoes. "What does he do for you?" I joke, "Get you to work out in the nude, while he fucks your ass?"

He stares at me, then starts to laugh. "Stupid as always, Aleksy!" he laughs. "This way I can watch my muscles when I lift weights."

"Lift weights?" I ask. We have weights at home, why is he doing them at the gym?

Rex comes over, patting little Maksy on the shoulder. "Meet you downstairs. Come on, Butch, let's go get changed."

I follow Rex into the changing room: I wonder if the faggots have been at it again, but that smell isn't around like it usually is when they've been here. His bag is here, I drop mine on the bench beside him, and start getting changed. "So, you have little Maksy doing weights?" I ask. "Trying to make him as big as you?"

"Not if he can't, or doesn't want to," Rex says, casually pulling on the sweaty fabric of the singlet with the gym's logo on it. I turn away, sitting to untie my shoes. "I'm just interested in him being the best Max that he can be."

I undress too, sitting down as I pull both pants and boxers off as I do. My big dick flops out on top of my big balls, and I stretch my legs. I want to laugh: poor little Maksy doesn't know why the girls go for me over him, and it's not just my big muscles! I lean over, untying my shoes; when I look up, Rex stands in front of me, his bare butt right in my face as he stands in front of a locker. He turns around, while his dick swings around. Sliding a towel between his legs, he wipes himself off from sweat. He tries to intimidate me, I can tell, but it won't work on me. I stare him right in the dick, to let him know I'm not impressed, then looking up at him and say, "So, what do you want from me?"

"Just be the best you can be," explains Rex, "unless you don't think you can beat Max?"

I get up, and stand real close. Rex is taller than me, but I do not care. I do not care my body's touching his. Instead, I smile up at him. He thinks he can intimidate me? We will see about that. "I can beat you," I tell him, "beating Max will be easy."

Rex smiles back, "Get your pants on, and we'll see about that."

MAX

The hot water feels good. I have overdone it with the weights today: I can barely stand up in the shower. Lucky for me, Rex has a plastic stool for me to sit on. I try to rub soap into my body, but my arms can barely move.

Rex has Aleksy downstairs, training him like he trains me. When I left, he had Rex in front of a punching bag, making him practice the same moves over and over again. It worries me: Rex seems nice, but he is certainly a mob heavy, and Aleksy is stupid and seems to want to antagonise him. Even if, somehow, Aleksy doesn't make him angry and get himself killed, does he think he can impress Rex? I don't think so: when we go home, he acts worse than before, talking big about how big a pussy Rex is.

I sit in the shower, and let the water flow over me. My blond hair - baby hair, Aleksy likes to call it - looks dark as it sticks to my head. I lean back, breathing in the hot wet air. I feel my dick grow; I can't control it as I start to get hard. My foreskin peels back, the head is all purple and throbbing and slick. I start panting, pressing my hands into my knees.

It's all Rex's idea. "Sex uses up a lot of energy," he told me. As if I'm some boy who has not fucked before! "It might be wearing you out when you need to harness that energy for your fights," he also said. "But there's only one way to be sure. I want you to try to do no sex at all - no whores, no porn, don't even touch yourself - for a couple of days. Then we'll see if it makes any difference in how much you can lift." That was two days ago, and it has not worked. All it has done is made me very horny. Just being naked in the shower, with hot water running over my skin, makes me hard.

I have my eyes closed, but I hear the noise of footsteps coming closer. I slowly open my eyes as a big naked man moves towards me. Rex smiles at me, patting me on the shoulder. He wears nothing but sandals, walking over to the shower in front of me. His huge body is glistening with sweat; I can smell him, even with the water running over my nose.

"I guess you've been taking my advice, then?" he says, looking down.

"Yeah," I grunt out. My whole body aches. I start feeling embarrassed, being hard in front of another guy.

I try to cover myself up, but he laughs. "Don't worry, every guy gets erections in front of other guys. It's natural, see?" He points down: his own cock is starting to thicken, getting hard as he stands in front of me. "It's all your blood pumping around, after your workout. I'm surprised you never noticed it with Aleksy before."

I want to say something else, but Rex flings his towel over the shower head. His big body looms over me. One hand rests on each of my shoulders as he slides up behind me. He starts massaging my shoulders. It is a bit strange - I can feel the tip of his dick slide up and down my back - but he is very good at giving massages. I let out a moan, my body slumping against his.

Once the tension in my shoulders has melted, Rex's big hands slide down, cupping my big pecs. His fingers rub over my nipples. I grunt: it feels nice, even though I am not into guys. His hands keeps touching me, hands moving down over my abdominals.

"Have you ever done stuff with your brother?" Rex asks casually. "If I had a brother as close as you and Aleksy are, we probably would have fooled around together.

"Huh?" I grunt. What is he talking about?

Rex explains, "You know, like touched each other's cocks while you both were watching porn? Or sucked him off, just to see what it's like?" He stands upright, one hand always on me as he moves in front of me. Then he squats down, knees squeezing against the legs of the stool. His mouth opens again, but this time he doesn't say anything. Instead, he takes my dick into his mouth, sliding his tongue all over it.

I grunt: I know I should be ashamed, or angry, and be fighting him off. But I can barely move a muscle, and after two days it feels good to be touched by anyone. I'm not like Aleksy when it comes to gay stuff, but I know this is not for me, since I definitely like girls. No girl, not even whores, make my cock feel so good in their mouth as Rex does, though. I am surprised: I never thought anyone like Rex would be gay. He must be, though, or else how does he know how to do this so well? My cock aches: his lips squeeze down on it, his tongue slides over it, sliding around the edge of my foreskin, and his hands slide up and down the inside of my legs.

Aleksy pops into my head. What if he comes into the bathroom and sees us doing this? What would he do? What would Rex do?

It's hard to stay worried. I don't want to be: this feels so good, I just want to let Rex keep going. Rex's hand moves over my cock, tugging on it while he keeps the tip in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. Continuing to pump on me, his mouth breaks away, telling me, "This will just be our secret, if you want it to be. I always wanted to have a brother. That's what I used to think. Now I know what I was really after was someone with a cock. Someone to do this to." Then my cock vanishes back into his mouth, his hands reaching back to cup my butt.

He lifts me off the stool. I feel the wall tiles on my back: they feel cold and wet. Then I am off, and Rex has sat himself down on the stool, with me in his lap. I can feel his hot, hard dick pushing up against my butt: he isn't pushing it inside me, but I think he wants to. It drips, and I can feel his hot juices dripping off of my buttocks. One arm wraps around me, holding me up. The other pumps my cock. Should I still be hard? I don't think so, but I feel too confused. Rex's face is on my chest, sliding over my muscles and licking me all over.

My balls were already aching when we came to the gym today. I remember Aleksy making some stupid jokes about me needing to go out more to get girls. Then I hear Rex whispering, "Doesn't this feel good?"

I cannot answer this. Instead, I just hold on to him, panting as the water from the shower drips off of my body and on to his. It feels strangely cold, like our bodies have gone too hot for it. Rex pulls down one more time, and I can't keep it in any more. I feel my dick shudder, and suddenly all my breath is out of me and stars dance around my eyes.

Time seems to slow down. I feel my cum squirt all over his chest, as I moan and groan on top of him. He grinds his hips up against me, and I feel how much he wants to fuck me. It's a strange thought: Rex doesn't seem like what I think a gay man is. My legs twitch around him, my knees clamping down on his body as I continue to cum on him. He pulls me close; my semen gets all over both of our bodies as he reaches down, jerking himself off. I feel his cock slapping up against my ass. I know I should stop it, but I don't have the energy. Finally, he starts to cum too: I feel it splatter on me a couple of times before it just shudders.

Rex gets up, sliding off of the stool. The head of his cock glistens, then the shine disappears as he stands under the water. While he rubs his body, he says, "You should clean up. We still have the gym to clean."

BUTCH

I don't know what has got into little Maksy. Lately he has been strange.

Some of it I understand. I can hear him right now with the latest girl, the springs and the grunts and the moans. Every night after the gym, it is a new one. He has become a big player. I am proud for my little brother.

Some of it I do not. I think he might be angry with me: he tries to avoid me all the time. He is out, or he is in his room with his music loud so he can't hear me when I call to him. He ignores it when I pound on the door. He even stops going to the gym. Everything seems backwards; he always says I am dumb and not responsible, but who is the one not going to work now?

I put out my cigarette. I am not so much of a dick that I will bang on little Maksy's door and interrupt him when he is fucking, even though we need to go now to get to work. But I am enough of a dick to honk my horn as I drive away.

It doesn't take long to drive to the gym: I don't drive all the time, but there is less cars at night. Rex is not at the door when I get in, he has to rush over with only a towel around his waist. Water drips down off of him. "I didn't think either of you were coming," he complains as he tries to unlock the door. The towel falls down, and he grabs it a second too late. I can see that he is hard.

"Butch is here," I announce, and smirk as he embarrasses himself, "the responsible one."

"Whatever," he answers impatiently. He looks over at the changing rooms. "Just go and get changed, you're late..."

I frown, and cut in, "I was waiting for little Maksy to stop getting his dick wet."

He ignores me, walking back to the changing room. "You're late, so go get ready to clean up. There's only one of you, so it's going to take longer to do the cleaning."

"Why should I?" I snap. "We clean, you let us fight. That's the deal!"

"Fight, sure," Rex turns, his head looking like it is about to explode. "But there's nobody for you to fight tonight, you fucking moron! The deal doesn't say you guys can use the weights, or anything else here! It doesn't say anything about having to act as personal trainer for two ungrateful little Polish fuckboys for free!" His face is red, then he surprises me by pinning me up against the wall. I feel his dick push against me. The towel must have fallen off. I should not be surprised that he is so strong, but suddenly my heart is pounding. As big as I am, I am no Rex: he spends almost all day in the gym, working out any time he wants, so he is huge. All I can think of is the drip of water sliding down my arm, and on his dick pressing into me. It feels even harder than before.

Then he lets me go. "I used to think you two could be something special," Rex snarls. He looks like an angry dog, ready to bite. "I wanted you to get better. But it's clear you don't want to pull your own weight, so no more deal."

Little Maksy's annoying voice pops up into my head. "Stupid Aleksy," it says, "you just made the mob guy angry." My body hurts from Rex pinning me to the wall. Maksy would say that I should be scared; he would tell me to just go to the door and walk out, and not come back ever again. Instead, I drop my bag, and clench my fists. I will not let this Rex scare me.

I follow Rex into the changing rooms. The shower is still running: it must have been going for a while, because there is steam everywhere. That's not where I see him, though. Rex is sitting on his towel, which is draped over the bench we all use to sit down on when we are getting changed for the gym or to clean up afterwards. His legs are spread wide open, all of his big muscles seem to pulse and throb. His hand moves quickly, stroking his dick as it leaks onto his hands and the floor below. It looks huge. His face is still red, like an angry tomato. The cords in his neck strain as he jacks off.

I didn't think he saw me stand there, but then he's grunting at me. "Weren't you supposed to leave?" He doesn't even stop pulling on his dick as he talks to me, he just keeps going. "If you're going to stand there gaping, at least put your mouth to good use."

"My mouth?" I say. I'm confused, but I close it anyway.

That's when I notice his phone is beside him; it has gone dark, but I can see skin colours and the shape of a person very roughly. I grin: I have busted the big, strong Rex looking at porn. He picks it back up, looking at his phone as he jerks on his dick.

Sometimes, little Maksy calls me stupid, but sometimes he is right: I can open my mouth at the wrong time and say the wrong thing. I already know I am saying something stupid when I hear myself tell him, "I think, maybe, we can come up with a new deal," and pull my phone out of my pocket. My fingers are quick; I manage to take a photo before he really understands what I'm doing.

I expect Rex to get angry; my legs get ready to run. I know he is fast, but I'm sure I am faster: I have to be, he is so huge, and if he chases me he will be naked. Instead, he just grins at me. "Sure thing," he says, stretching out on the bench. "Just tell me what position you want me in."

"Position?" I repeat.

Rex can see how confused I am, and laughs. "I don't mind you taking photos of me," he says, "but I want you to really enjoy them later."

"I'm not a f-" I respond quickly.

"A faggot?" Rex finishes, holding his phone at me. Even now he is still jerking off as he comes over. "Is that what worries you so much, Butch? I bet you it is." I take a step back, putting my fists up in front of me. My weight shifts between my feet, so I'm ready to punch him in the nose. Even though he is on the bench, stopping his masturbation for the moment, he seems even more threatening than when he's angry and looming over you. "I'm a faggot, Butch. I love fucking men. I love when they fuck me. I've let my boyfriends take pictures of me before, so I don't mind. But I agree with what you just said about a new deal. I'm sure we can come up with one for just the two of us. Now sit down."

I keep staring at him. Does he think I want to stand here, looking at him? I ignore the strange tightness in my pants - if I'm hard, it's just because of something little Maksy said the other day, about getting your heart pumping - and take a step back.

Rex seems to notice, and his grin gets bigger. "I'm good at reading the signals," he tells me. "You have to, just to be sure another guy's actually interested. It still took me a while to figure you out, though. The only person you wrestle or box with is your brother. Max told me you used to do it at home, no problem. So why did you want to come to a gym? You don't come here to do weights or cardio or classes." Somehow, his smile gets wider, "Of course, I would be wary too, about being alone with my brother if I didn't think it was 'safe' to have his bare flesh pressing up against me, our limbs wrapping around each other. You do it for the audience - even the threat of the audience - that keeps you from wanting to touch the only other young guy you want to hang out with. You're always worried something like this would happen."

For a big guy, Rex moves incredibly quickly. One moment, he is talking, his hands on his knees; the next moment, he is in front of me. Rex reaches for me; I start to swing my arms at him, but his gets in the way. His hand somehow grabs onto my dick. I try to squirm away, but it was too late. He enjoys tugging down my tracksuit pants and underwear, making my big cock go down before swinging back up. Rex slides his hand up and down; my legs twitch.

"I wasn't looking for you," he states, his eyes staring hungrily at my erection as he strokes my legs, his hands getting closer and closer to my cock, "but then you landed in my lap, so to speak. I think we can make a new deal. I can train you - a different kind of training, sure - to go along with the other I'm giving you and your brother. Now sit down, and don't worry." He lets go of my dick and wraps his arm around me. He guides me over to the bench he was sitting on when he was jerking off earlier.

It's stupid, I know, but my body just starts doing what he wants. I feel his big hand press on my body, and I sit on the bench he was on before. It's like his strength impresses some secret thing in me that makes me his slave. I can still feel the warm spot he was sitting on underneath me as I slide over it, making way for him to sit in front of me, facing him. I get angry at myself, my hand clenching into fists. I curse at him, or myself, "Fuck-"

"We will," Rex promises, "but not just yet. You need to relax first." He waits for me to settle down in front of him. My face burns with shame. "Lean back - no," he interrupts himself as he sees me tense up again. "I'm not going to go right to fucking you in the ass. I just want you comfortable, so you can slide back a bit." He slides closer; his skin touches mine. It's almost too warm, and I try to pull back. My dick rears up like a wild horse, dragging my balls along and making them slap on the bench.

Rex's arms grab my moving legs and pull them over his as they slide up on the bench beside us. "There we go," he says, as he presses our dicks together, his big hands wrapping around them and squeezing them as he starts to pump. His other hand rubs up and down my chest; he's trying to relax me like some kind of dog.

My face feels very hot. "Just let him do it," I tell myself. Being this close to Rex, I feel his strength whenever he moves. His hand is right on my dick at the moment, and I don't want him getting pissed off and pulling it off. It feels strange, but it is someone touching my dick, so of course it feels good.

I close my eyes, and try to imagine it is a girl, but that is impossible. I can smell Rex everywhere, his sweaty scent wrapping all around me; I can smell mine getting stronger too, as my body starts to heat up. I can feel the heat coming off of his huge muscles as he burns, the throbbing of his dick against mine, and the stirring of my cum as it starts to build up inside me. I can hear his grunting, and my grunting, and my heart beating faster. I can taste his lips as he grabs the back of my head and brings me in for a wet kiss; his tongue invades my mouth, like a hungry snake. No girl has ever kissed me with such passion.

I don't even notice when my hands reach around to grab him. There's a loud bell ringing in my head; that's what it feels like because I can't think, I can only do. He lets go of his own dick, continuing to stroke mine. I feel my hands wandering down, touching it as I feel the pulse of his fast beating heart. It's so big - everything feels so big, like my body is blowing up like a balloon - and I start to pump it quickly.

At some point, before I cum, I feel him grab my head as we jerk off together. Rex slides his thumb inside my mouth: I can taste the salty, sticky stuff leaking out of us. I have never noticed it before, but it feels like we have been together for hours. My heart races at the idea of some early gym employee or mob man coming in and seeing us. I don't know why, but I find that hot. If anyone else is in the gym, I am sure that they can hear me as I moan.

I feel it coming on; I grab Rex's shoulder and squeeze it hard, as I try to hold on, but his hand is moving to fast, and I am too turned on to stop. I feel my load shoot out, and he slides my head back over for another kiss. It is like he sucks all the air out of my body. I keep squirting, as everything and nothing passes through my head.

Rex making me come leaves me too weak to do anything else: my dick is still shooting out cum when he pushes me over. I can sense his weight close to me. There is something else - something strange - about his smell, which worms its way through my body. He grunts and growls like a wild animal. Then I feel his hot cum squirting over me: he is so turned on it shoots on to my face, more and more pumping out of him as his strength leaves him. His body presses down close to mine; I never thought that he was hairy before, but he must have a lot of pale hairs I haven't noticed, because they scrape against my skin.

I lie there for a while, letting him cover me in his juices. My head continues to spin, and when I open my lips to breathe his cum dribbles down into my mouth. It is thick and salty, and although it does not taste good I still itch to taste more of it.

When I open my eyes, Rex has gone: all that is left is a crude note telling me to clean up our mess. I laugh, and head to the showers once my head stops spinning.

The water feels good: I let it soak into me, my body slowly charging up like a battery. I breathe in, and suddenly I think of little Maksy, like I can taste him on the back of my tongue. I shudder. What is wrong with me, that I feel my heart race when I think of him? Was Rex telling the truth? Do I want to fuck my brother?

"No!" I tell myself, cleaning the mix of cum off of my body, watching it ooze down the drain.

MAX

I let out a grunting sound from deep in my gut, like the roar of a big beast. Sweat gleams on our skin under the fluorescent lights of the gym. Rex is above me, the heat from his body filling the air with his musk. "Come on," he coaxes, his hand sliding along the hard rod. My limbs burn and shake, like the legs of a newborn lamb frolicking about in a field. I hear Rex lick his lips. "That's good, just a little longer. There!"

Supporting the barbell's weight with me, Rex helps me lower the bar on top of the catchers. It is just in time, because after that happens my arms give out and flop to my sides. I pant, my tongue being covered by the musk oozing off of Rex's crotch. I can see his bulge growing, trying to escape his pants.

I was not going to come back after that night, even when Aleksy gave me shit and called me a pussy for staying away from the gym and Rex. I enjoyed when he sucked my dick, but I wasn't interested in him and I did not want it to happen again. It helped me to go out, meet - and, yes, pay for - girls to come home to my bedroom. I had a lot of fun, but all the time I still think of Rex and how much better he was at building me up, then letting me explode. I was not going to do that again though. I only decided to come tonight because I think Aleksy will not show up, but Rex tells me he came before, and was just showering in the changing rooms.

Aleksy, being responsible? Is Sun orbiting Earth?

Well, he may be stupid, but Aleksy is handy to have around. It is safer here with him; Rex will not try something with me if he is around. I look up and see him, looking back at us as we exercise whenever he is taking a break from doing crunches on a tilted bench. I wonder if he can see Rex's dick getting bigger. I never told him about Rex and what happened in the showers: he will just get angry and start a fight. Nobody needs to know, just me and Rex.

All the same, I think Aleksy might suspect something is happening. Once I decided to forget having my dick sucked by a man and me enjoying it, Aleksy started to act strangely at home. I would feel his eyes on me, then he would disappear into his room.

Rex walks around the bench and pulls me to my feet. The tingling in my arms from my tired muscles is starting to go away, but the blood rushing to my head makes me dizzy. Rex hands me my water bottle, and watches me, licking his lips. Then he is leaning over, brushing up against me as he goes to get his own. While he does, he whispers to me, "You've got a good mouth for sucking." I start to choke, water dribbling out of my mouth. Rex laughs, and adds, "Hey, it's not like you can't say the same thing about me." Rex laughs some more, patting me on the back. "Don't worry, it's just a bit of harmless fun between friends."

I stare at him. "Friends?" I do not really think of Rex as a friend, although he and Aleksy seem to be: he goes out with Rex sometimes by himself for extra training. I wonder if he knows that Rex is gay; I bet that would stop him from wanting to come here on his own; but then Aleksy would ask how I know, and I can't tell him that. Either Rex would kill him, or he would kill me.

"Maybe I've got a more open idea of what a 'friend' is," Rex says, settling down on the bench. He has me add some more weights to each end, and then he starts to lift the bar while I spot for him. He lets out a big grunt each time he lifts. His big arms strain, and when he lowers the bar he's back to being sweaty. Sweatier. Muskier.

"Do you want to know why I started going to the gym?" Rex asks, his big chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"No," I tell him, trying to keep my eyes on the bar.

"I was getting beat up a lot," Rex explains, "because I was gay. I thought if I got stronger, I could fight back better. But it brought its own problems: it meant going to the gym, and being around all sorts of temptations. I guess that's why I wanted to work at one, too." He does another set, sweating and grunting as he finishes off another set of reps. I can't help but see the bulge in his pants tighten as he sits, his legs on either side of the bench. I turn my head, wondering where Aleksy is, but he has disappeared again, the prick.

Rex says something else, but I don't quite hear him, as I try to look for my brother. "What did you say?" I ask, turning back.

"I said, I could go for a shower," Rex repeats. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Okay," I answer without thinking. Aleksy is not here, so he must have gone to the showers, too. "If not," I think, "then I will just say that I need to use the toilet and sneak away if he tries anything."

Aleksy's not in the changing rooms when we get up there, pulling off our clothes for the shower. Rex is very aroused, and I keep my guard up while we walk to the showers. They are empty when we get up there, but I notice my brother is nearby: one of the toilet stalls is locked, and I hear him grunting. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he close by if something should happen.

Rex waits for me to choose a shower first, and I am not too surprised that he chooses one right next to me. I turn the water on, starting to rub soap over my body. Then Rex offers, "Do you want me to suck your dick again?"

I feel the blood rush to my face. Being back in the place where it happened makes me relive it. "My brother is right there!" I tell him.

Rex snorts, "Are you telling me to suck his cock, or that he's already sucked yours?"

"What?!" I sputter, "No! We are brothers! We - "

Rex cuts me off with a kiss; I did not realise how close he was to me until it's too late. I feel a wall inside me slowly give way, as his huge body presses up against me, hands wrapping around me. I don't think about it for a moment, just sort of going limp in his arms as I try to think of what to do. All my head can respond to my pleas for help is to remind me of is the amazing feeling on my dick when he sucked it the last time. "Why not have him do that again?" my horny side seems to suggest.

My mouth opens a little, and his tongue slides in. Rex grabs my legs, lifting me up and pinning me against the wall. I feel my dick throb against his chest; he is so warm compared to the cold tiles at my back. I weaken some more, as he reaches down, taking my hand. He pulls it between us, into warm water pooling in the cavity formed between our two bodies. Wrapping his fingers and mine around my erection, he whispers a command I barely hear. "Start pumping." I do what he wants, wrapping my other arm around his neck to help hold me up as his hands slide down to support me from below.

Rex's tongue feels so long, sliding over mine or caressing the roof of my mouth as he explores it. Even over the water, I can smell him. It seems different, wilder, like there's some need that's built up that needs to come out right now. His cock pushes up against my backside; he gently thrusts, causing it to slide between my buttocks as his meaty hands hold them up and apart.

The water gets in my eyes, and I close them. It's too late to stop. Stuff begins to drip from his cock, the thick head stretching and spreading it over and around my hole. "It's just between us." I don't know if it's Rex whispering to me, or it's my mind trying to get me to give in so my dick and balls can get what they want. Each time he slides, I expect him to want to push into me. Part of me wishes he would, just to get it over with. Instead, he keeps toying with me.

I don't know how long we are like that, but then he lets go. Quickly releasing my legs from where they were clinging to Rex's wet body like I was climbing a tree, I land bent-kneed on the ground. He grunts, grabbing my head and pushing me down further. His muscles slide past my face, his body prickling from where he had not shaved too well, as does the tip of his shaft. His cocks natural lubricant leaves a streak on my face, the same warmth that I can still feel between my buttocks.

"It's just between us," I think as I open my mouth. An idea pops into my head: he will either have my ass or my mouth, in payment for doing the same for him. I don't know if it is the truth, but it doesn't matter: my mouth opens for him anyway, and he pushes in. He bobs and thrusts, his dick so hard the tip feels like a drippy point as it slides in and out of me. My shower sandals threaten to slip me roughly onto the ground, so I grab on to Rex. Something feels strange, but I don't have time to process it.

"He must be pent up," I think. I have not been sucking him long before I feel his cum squirt into me, filling my mouth. I can't spit it out fast enough, and I feel it drip down into me. Before I know it, I'm swallowing it just to clear my mouth out fast enough. It burns as it goes down, which seems to make my insides grow hotter as the sensation spreads out through me.

I don't even really know what's happening. Rex pulls his cock out, aiming his dick on my face and covering it with his seed. He turns off the shower, the spray of water dying immediately. Then he grabs my arm, lifting my up from the ground. I grope around - my eyes are still closed, and I don't want to open them or his cum will blind me - and he grabs on to me. His hands move mine down; I feel my finger slide over puckered skin. I push in, and hear a grunt of approval.

Before I know it, I'm grabbing onto his hips. The burning has reached my groins, and my balls ache for release. I don't even care it's a man's hole I start thrusting into: I just need to fuck something. Rex must have experienced this before, because my dick gets squeezed, but I do not hear him scream in pain like I think I would.

Need pounds through me. I guess his towel drops off, as I feel something like hair or fibres up against him as I thrust in. My feet slip in my shoes; I fall on top of him, but don't - can't - stop. Fuck. Hump. Thrust. It is all I can do: my fire needs to be put out, and this is the only way. I feel like I will explode.

Then I explode. His body feels too hot: I have to pull out. I let my cum squirt down on the ground, shaking as I slump over on his wide back. "Comfortable," my brain suggests. He slides out from under me, carefully moving me until I am sitting under the shower. Then Rex turns the shower back on, the hot water washing over me and my shuddering cock. I groan - it is too much for my dick - and I think I pass out for a few seconds.

Eventually I wipe off my face: I am alone. I finally remember Aleksy, and look up groggily. The stalls are all empty. I pant, letting the water wash over me as I think about what I have just done. "It's just between us," I mumble.

BUTCH

I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself in my wrestling singlet. It feels good and tight, wrapped around my body. Little Maksy and I will be wrestling today at the gym. Just us. I feel my cock stirring: it slips out, seeking pleasure like a hungry worm. The bulge snakes along, my erection escaping out of the leg hole of the singlet. "Just wait," I tell myself.

Rex told us not to come to the gym for a couple of days. "If you want your brother," he said, "then you need to be patient. You've seen how he's almost there. But I need the two of you to let things build up. Then you can come back. I'll stay out of the way." Then he had smiled. "Wrestling singlets would look so good on you."

I remember watching Rex and my brother fuck in the showers. I watched them, and smelled them, and heard them, as I was on the stall floor, jerking myself off. I was doing that already - I could not help it, not with the smell of Rex in my head - but when I heard them come in I had to watch. It was the smells that got to me making me get on my hands and knees, face pressed up to the door. I wanted to howl, as I imagined myself in there with them. I know it was just my dick doing the thinking, but being down on the floor like that felt right.

I smile as I look at myself. My dick seems happy too, leaking a thick, clear fluid out as I admire myself in the mirror. Rex suggested I not touch myself or fuck, so I would react on instinct when the time came. The time is soon: I am looking forward to tonight, when my brother and I would finally "fight" again.

I run my hand over my buzz cut. My head always feels nice and fuzzy after I have cut all my hair off. The bristles feel good to touch. I wonder if Little Maksy's body would feel fuzzy too. My cock squirms again.

Maksy calls out, "Finish preening yourself in there, Mister Peacock. Maybe you are not peacock, but chicken; too chicken to fight me!"

I laugh. I want to just call out and tell him that I will fuck his ass tonight. Instead, I answer, "I'm looking forward to beating you, do not worry. I just need to put some clothes on." That makes me think of naked Maksy, in the showers with Rex. I shiver. He will be there tonight, watching. That makes it even more exciting.

"I will drive off without you, Mister Peacock," he warns.

"Then who will you fight?" I respond. I quickly pull on a t-shirt and jeans over my singlet. I do not want to waste time changing when I am there. Every time I go in there now, I expect Rex to appear, hungry for sex. I want that, but not tonight.

Tonight, it is all about Maksy.

MAX

We cannot park in our usual spot: the flash car is here again. We will have an audience tonight, it seems. What is Rex's game? We park in one that is farthest away from the car: I tell Aleksy it is because we do not want to scratch it, but it is because I do not want any mob men getting angry and sniffing about our car.

I shiver as we sit in the car, wondering if Aleksy can smell my erection. I can smell his, hidden under his clothing. His heart is pounding loudly; it's easy to hear since we did not talk on the ride over here. The last couple of days we stayed at home, and he avoided me unless I was about to jerk off or go out. I wonder what he is trying to do: I know he knows Rex and I fucked in the showers, but what does Aleksy think about that?

Remembering makes my cock throb some more. Aleksy's does the same: he wants to fuck. The smell drives me wild: if he were not my brother, I would probably jump his bones with how much I need sex.

Aleksy's nose twitches, like he's excited. "Let's get inside," he says, tilting his head at the gym as he opens the door.

I do the same, even though I point out, "The mob is here." I can smell them: Rex and three others - men, my nose and cock tell me - all getting out of their car and going into the gym. Sometimes I wonder why I can smell so well. I can hear well, too. The hair on my neck raises, as I slip my baseball cap on.

Rex is waiting for us at the door; I smell his musk before we even get to the door. The other three who are there are nowhere to be seen, but they have come in. "You got changed already, right?" he asked. There's something dark around his neck, like a band of some sort.

I nod and answer, "I do." Aleksy pulls through his shirt, showing off the shoulder straps of his wrestling singlet underneath.

"Good," Rex nods back. "I didn't want you guys using the changing rooms tonight. At least not right now, you can after the match."

A light has gone off in my head. They are filming a gay porn video in there. It makes me think of Rex and I, fucking in the showers. I clench my fists; my nails feel sharp tonight. I can feel a growl rising in my throat: I do not like this, having these strangers here while we are, filming their video to fund their mob activities. Aleksy pats me on the shoulder and jokes as he pushes past me to go inside, "We wrestle tonight, little Maksy, not punch!" I bristle: if stupid Aleksy is going in, then I have to as well. The idiot will get himself in trouble if I don't.

We head down, following Rex as he heads for the stairs. The scents have gone down ahead of us. "Who are the others?" I ask Rex.

"Friends of mine," he answers. He does not seem surprised that I know. "You'll like them. They were all keen on coming to see me fight. You can talk to them afterwards."

When we get downstairs, the wresting mat is out. Rex has put the seating out, I look up: one is the rich guy I've seen before, dressed like he's just come from work. His suit is crumpled, and he's very musky. There is some luggage rolled down at the bottom of the seating. He is flanked by two other guys who look closer to our age: one is dressed in flannel, and smells of dirt and shit and sweat. His hair is wild. The other is shirtless, showing off some nice muscles, wearing just shorts. He smells sweaty too: I wonder if he is Rex's new gym friend; other than not wearing shoes, he wears what he gets us to wear when we lift weights.

The three of them all turn to look at us. With all three of them so close, it's not quite as easy telling their scents apart, but there is one constant that comes across very clearly. They are very horny. I can feel my dick leak in my singlet. We should have boxed tonight, I think; everyone will see our cocks.

I am not watching where I'm going, so I walk right into Aleksy. Rex is putting something around his neck: it looks like a dog collar. Aleksy turns and grins at me, then pats my shoulder and tells me not to worry, before he gets into the middle of the wrestling mat. Rex holds his hand out to stop me. "I've got one for you too," he says. "One for Butch, one for Max."

I was about to protest when Rex lifts up his arms to put my collar on, but his armpit smell washes over my body and I'm struck dumb. I look into his eyes, seeing the twinkle of excitement in them as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, his hands fumbling to fix the collar around my neck. I sniff; he's very aroused. He licks his lips.

"All done," Rex says as he steps back. I look down. There's even a name tag with "MAX" written on it. Rex pats me on the shoulder. "Good luck in there," he whispers, then heads in towards the ring, ready to act as referee. I follow along, looking at Aleksy as he stands on the thick mat. All the time he's spent with Rex has paid off: he's taken off his clothes, and showing off his body which has never looked as strong or lean before. He's got a good fighter's body, but I know I do too. I slip out of my clothes, feeling all the eyes on me as I strip down to my singlet.

Aleksy adjusts himself, sliding the bulge of his dick and balls around, like he's trying to find a good position. If he does, I will copy him, because the singlets are very tight on my manhood and it makes it annoying to wear them. I kick my clothes off of the mat, then join Aleksy in the middle.

We face off against each other. Aleksy is a little taller than me, but I'm not afraid: I've already beaten him before, so this time it's not different. I flex my muscles, then take off my cap as Rex brings over our mouth guards and headgear. I fling my baseball cap at the crowd, which gets a laugh from them. I grin, then turn back to Aleksy. I can see "BUTCH" on his collar as well.

Rex gives us a quick check, and the fight begins.

Aleksy and I prowl around each other, watching each other body's warily for the signs that we are about to do this move or that. He grins at me, showing off the bright orange plastic protecting his teeth. The headgear feels tight on me today: my head feels like it's throbbing as much as my cock is.

Rex watches us closely. I risk a glance his way; he seems excited and proud. I can smell it, and it's easy to see his bulge. There's something on his lips: he's whispering something. I hear it a moment later.

"Fight!"

The three men watching seem to join in, as Aleksy and I continue to circle around. It gets loud, the sound ringing in my ears. Even though it's only four people saying it, it starts to roar in my ears. My heart feels like it's going to explode from my body.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Aleksy strikes first, heading towards my head. I think he's trying to get around me. I respond by crouching down, my skin prickling as I breathe heavily. My tongue feels too big for my mouth. I know I should have it closed, but I feel too hot otherwise. Inside my skin, my body feels like its burning and churning with excitement.

I realise too late that I have made a mistake. Aleksy's knees bend; I see them as black hairs seem to stand out of his legs. Everything seems to go in slow motion. His cock slides out, throbbing and dripping and looking very red. My head starts to swim as my body feels drenched in sweat. I reach up to my neck, my hand running against the bristling fuzz sprouting up from between my pectorals. Aleksy continues to fly through the air; his hands wrap around me, and I see the darkening patches of skin on his palms as I look down. They are so close to my dick that I shudder, unable to do anything.

I feel Aleksy's body instinctively curl up. His head brushes up against my butt; his nose presses right into my cheek, digging into my muscles as I start to turn. I hear him sniff, breathing in. Something caught in the back of my singlet squirms with a life of its own. I feel it; it's a part of me. I am confused, but I don't have time for the thoughts to finish: Aleksy's arms are around my waist, and tightening. My feet lift off the floor; when did my shoes become so uncomfortably small?

As I twist over, I feel Aleksy sniff at my butt, jamming his nose right inside and breathing deeply. My whole body shudders: the front and back of my singlet strain, the former sporting a growing wet spot that smells deeply of sexual musk. My own face twitches; I spit my mouth guard out, as it no longer fits well and is just a nuisance.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The crowd's roar washes over me, along with the massive amount of heat in the room. I feel like I am burning, and Aleksy is too. His cock rubs up against me; even through the layers of clothing, I can still feel how horny he is, how big his cock is. I shudder, thinking of the times in the shower with Rex.

I continue to fly through the air: I put my hands out to break my fall. I am surprised: patches of thick brown fur are spreading down my arms, my hands sporting claws and my fingertips swollen and black. These new claws dig into the mat as I fall, Aleksy's weight following me as I land hard on my front.

Grunting, Aleksy smacks on to me: my cock shudders in pain underneath me as my brother's full weight lands against my back. My arms tense up; I ignore the fur growing over them, remembering only the strength I have now. I am his match. I tense up, pushing off the ground before he can properly pin me.

I roll away, panting, and spring to my feet. I glance at him as he stands up: Aleksy has sprouted thick black hair, some even poking out of the edge of the singlet. Ragged tears appear over the surface, where the fur has torn through them. A big tear is noticeable, running from one leg up to his crotch. His junk is out: his cock throbbing and red, not looking wholly human as it juts out of a thick patch of skin and fur on his belly. Clear fluids drips off of it; he reaches one of his own clawed hands down, touching the strange, pointed tip of his dick with his finger, tasting the pre-cum he's oozing. His face has changed too: his mouth puffs out, his nose turning dark and flat, sharp teeth poking through the gaps in his muzzle as he spits out his mouth guard to join mine on the floor. He pulls off his headgear, and his large floppy ears droop on either side of his head.

I grin back and do the same; the padding was pressing the growing cartilage in my ears painfully. I get down on all fours, a shudder passing through me, like something finally clicking into place. The back of my singlet tears open, as my tail pops out. All these changes into dogs don't seem strange, even though I know they should. My feet slide out of my ill-fitting shoes, huge paws pushing off the ground as I jump right at Aleksy. No, Butch: Aleksy is not covered in black and brown fur; Aleksy does not have muzzle with big black nose; Aleksy does not look so hot in the raggedy wrestling singlet that my cock aches to fuck him.

Butch grabs the front of his singlet. His claws dig into the fabric, his huge arms bulging as he tears through the rest of it. Bits of fabric fall away as I spring off of the ground. We bare our fangs at each other, but we don't want to hurt each other. Too much anyway. I can see his throbbing red cock, I know the ache that he must feel. His musk smells as I fly towards him, landing squarely on his chest.

It is payback for before: he rolls back, safely transferring the energy as we tumble over one another. We snarl and growl, but it is just play. Then we are no longer playing: he is sitting underneath my body, his strong arms pinned against the mat by my stronger arms, my legs stretched wide across his chest. My balls rest right up against his nose; Butch sticks out his long tongue and starts to lick my sack.

I whine, rolling my crotch into his muzzle. Butch let me win, I think; man or dog, he is stupid and impatient and I know what he wants. I grin down at him. I will give him what he wants, but he has to earn it first.

Letting him lick me, I take the chance to look up and around, as I remember we have an audience. We still do, only they are like us. I can tell which one is the rich one by his scent, which I can catch just over the heavy musk of my brother: the golden retriever is still flanked on both sides by the other two younger dog-men, a husky and a border collie. I see them panting, their clothes draped over the empty spots on the benches. They are all erect, the husky and border collie on their hands and knees, licking at the crotch of the golden retriever. I tilt my head and see Rex: he is still hugely-muscled as a pit bull, busy stroking his own big red dog dick.

I turn around on Butch, and slide my head down in between his legs. I jam my nose right into him, breathing in his heavily scent as his lips find my dick. I look at his cock in front of me, my tongue falling down as I open my mouth and take Butch inside.

We roll on our sides, giving Butch more room to move his head. He is surprisingly good at it: I have my suspicions that I was not the only one Rex introduced to the idea of sex with other men, but I will have to ask my questions afterwards. The cock in my mouth is very stiff and big, but fortunately my muzzle is big enough to cope. I lap and suck, feeling the heat of Butch's arousal in my mouth. My own dick throbs, as Butch does the same for me.

Everyone is enjoying our show; I can tell that from the growls and moans they make, and the scents. I can smell their cum collecting inside them, ready to shoot out. That makes me excited, and I stretch my lips as wide as possible, and make Butch's cock disappear down my throat. I breathe in, Butch's horny musk filling my lungs. I thrust in and out, my dick slamming around inside his muzzle.

Butch's cock slides further into my mouth, my jaw straining as something bulges out from the top of his sheath. I carefully squeeze down on it, trying my best to keep my sharp teeth from digging in too much and hurting him. He pulls off my dick, unable to get enough air otherwise as his body is seized by ecstasy. Butch pants loudly, rolling me onto my back as he starts to rapidly fuck my mouth. I sprawl underneath him, my head curling up and my legs askew: I want him to remember that I will be on him right after he is done.

"Fuck!" Butch screams, his shout echoing around the gymnasium. I feel his cum travelling up the inside of his shaft, squeezing out through his knot. It sprays into my mouth, a hot blast of his salty juices. I quickly swallow, tongue working rapidly to make room in my mouth as he continues to pound my muzzle. His strong thighs squeeze the sides of my head as he lifts up to his knees gasping for air.

I let him continue to ejaculate into my mouth, quite happy to swallow all of his loads. Slowly his juices stop squirting out of me, and I actively lick him again to make sure. Butch obliges, stroking his dick into my mouth as he forces himself empty. I clean off the edges of my muzzle as I roll to sit in front of him.

We are not through yet. My dick shudders with every step, growing as I crawl around him. I push him down; he's too weak to resist me, and Butch seems fine as my body starts to cover his. He lifts his tail, helping to guide me where I want. I poke in: his hole is tight, and he whines a little, but if he was really against it he would turn around and snap at me. He doesn't.

My dick is slick with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. I thrust my crotch forward, my cock pushing up against his stubborn hole, the ring slowly opening as Butch relaxes. His insides are even warmer than his outside, I notice, and as I grip his waist, the flesh underneath the black fur is almost scalding.

Once I get the tip of my canine dick inside Butch, it starts to get a little easier. My balls are hungry for it, and I start to thrust. Slow at first, to let him get used to things, but I have to hold back a lot. I look up at the crowd, but that does not help. The audience is an orgy of dog-men fucking each other: Rex has joined in with them, now there is no need to pretend that there is a need for a referee any more. He is on all fours, the husky fucking his ass as they both watch us; the golden retriever sprawls under him, while being serviced by the border collie, hunched over as he pleasures himself.

It is very arousing, and I decide to enjoy the show as my hips move faster. I grunt and growl, my body sliding over Butch's back, pinning him to the ground as my cock invades his ass, twitching and dripping with excitement. He feels so tight, and warm, and good. I keep thrusting, my long tongue lolling from my muzzle. My whole body shakes with need.

I let myself go, becoming a dumb, wild beast. I rut Butch, his moans ringing in my ears as I slam myself all the way in. A strange, pleasant feeling starts to happen, and my cock feels like its getting bigger. The base swells, and Butch yelps loudly as I push it right into him. All I can think about his my orgasm. My head throbs. My body twitches. I pump mindlessly, the bulge locking me into Butch's hole. I moan suddenly, claws digging right through the mat. It is too much.

Then it is over.

I gasp, a shudder passing through me. Almost instantly, my body becomes limp, all my energy gone as my cum shudders and shoots out into Butch's ass. Somehow, my hips continue to thrust, but they are not in my control. I feel dizzy; I look down, and wonder how Butch has not exploded yet: I feel like my balls must have been as big as he is, by how much I am ejaculating.

We sprawl on the mats, Butch underneath me. I pet his head, stroking his fur as we try to catch our breath and wait for the bulge in my cock to go down. The other four are still fucking, and it will be some time before... I do not know. Maybe find out what has happened to us. Maybe have some more fun with them: I get the feeling they would not mind two new additions to their orgy. Something everyone else seems to have forgotten bothers me, probably because I am the one with the clearest head: Butch is already showing signs of recovery, and I have a good feeling my ass will be his or one of the others soon. I look forward to it, but my head still nags at me not to have too much fun.

We are the ones who clean this up, after all!