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Alien machines towered over Rod. Wrapped in twisting rubber sinew and formed of thick slabs of steel, invaded the room front of the tiger without explanation. Rod gulped, biting his lower lip as he gingerly reached down to prod one of the strange devices; with a loud clang, he jumped out of his skin. Strange noises, yells, grunts, and clanks echoed through the large building. Even the artwork on the walls depicted exotic potion mixes and powerful, half-naked warriors of legend; Rod had heard none of those stories. He squirmed in place, glancing nervously around before crouching down to examine the machine again.

At least, the gym wasn't crowded this time of night.

Rod, however, had more in common with the chubby goat munching chips who'd signed him in with a few non-committal grunts. The employee had turned right back to gawk at a muscular Doberman lifting across the room the moment after he was through signing in. The only reason Rod had caught the attendant staring was that his eyes had been locked onto the stud's bulge as well.

Rod looked down at himself. His brand-new workout shorts hung loosely around his waist and the shirt he'd gotten with it hugged him a bit too tightly. The synthetic t-shirt hugged his fuzzy body and he spotted a few orange hairs poking through the fabric. Soon, though, he'd probably lose enough to fit into it...as long as he could figure out how the weights fit on this weird-ass machine. The tiger sighed, shaking his head as he looked over the rack of weights next to the machine. He'd have to start somewhere, he supposed, but that would mean he'd have to start.

Rod game up on the leg-press machine and made his way over to one of the racks of free weights. He'd looked up a few exercises for those online and one of the posters displayed a shirtless beefcake of a bull as he pumped curls with a weight the size of his head. Rod figured that was as good a place to start as any, but he'd spend a few more seconds staring at the bull. Rod's eyes hungrily traced over the slabs of pec proudly displayed over the bull's chiseled abs, all glistening with a layer of sparkling sweat. It had been long enough for a minute or two of a break, right? He'd at least moved the dumbbell from the rack to his lap.

Eventually, Rod managed to tear his eyes away from the poster, nervously chuckling to himself as he glanced around the empty weight room, confident that nobody had seen his 'warm-up'. He finally got to work, staring at the poorly-written guides on his phone as he began to work the dumbbell in various ways. It took him a few minutes, but Rod finally managed to butcher two sets of curls and completely misunderstand three kinds of row. Rod wiggled up to a seated position on the bench, cradling the weight in his lap as he took a few moments to breathe before figuring out what to do next.

However, his plans were lost to the aether as a muscular dragon strode in from the cardio room, the male wiping his forehead with the towel draped over his shirtless neck. Rod couldn't keep his eyes off him.

The well-muscled drake was clad only in a pair of exercise shorts that had the opposite problem to Rod's sagging waistband. They looked almost a size too small on him; at least they were stretchy enough to give the stud's thick bulge a place to stay. The only covering the drake had on his upper half was the towel that did nothing but drape over his firm pecs. All the better to show off his abs and his toned form, of course! His muscles were clearly defined under his bright pink scales and each step made the male's firm rump cheeks tighten and flex under the tight fabric.

Rod swallowed, trying to pretend his sweating was due to the totally intense workout he had just finished. Any other drake would have looked girly in the bright color, but between his thick muscles and the glistening sheen of sweat over his body, the dragon owned every bit of himself.

Rod bit his lip as his eyes traced down the dragon's back. His strong muscles framed his spine, drawing any prying eyes down a highway to the base of his thick tail. There was no way Rod could stop there, not with the way those skin-tight pants hugged the dragon's sculpted glutes. Rod found himself drooling as the drake settled into a pulldown machine, but he didn't even attempt to cloak his stare; the dragon was facing away from him, what was the harm?

Rod didn't do much more lifting as he watched the pink dragon work. Each slight grunt and twist flexed the drake's muscles all the way down his back. He punctuated each pull with a heavy clang as the weight slammed back down onto the stack. Rod managed a few more curls, enough to make it look like he was working out, while the dragon showed off in front of him.

Eventually, the drake finished with his sets and moved to another machine. Rod bit his lip and turned to keep his blush from being too obvious, hurriedly stacking the dumbbell back on the rack before moving closer. He told himself it was because the machines might be easier to use, but he knew it was due to the fact that the dragon was harder to see from the free weight benches.

Rod shifted to another leg-press machine. He'd managed to puzzle out the workings of the simple system, a godsend considering the view that the seat had of the dragon. He set it up with a lighter weight, chewing his lip as he watched the dragon squat. His heart skipped a beat as the male turned around, though his attention seemed focused on the workout.

Rod's attention drifted lower until it was entirely focused on the dragon's crotch. If Rod had thought those shorts hugged his ass well, then that went doubly so for the way they wrapped around the drake's thick prick. Even from this far away, it was obvious that those pants didn't even attempt to hide a single curve of the dragon's cock. Rod had seen less revealing tissue paper. He supposed the hard workout had done something to help.

Rod forced himself to keep working his legs as his eyes traced over the thick bulge that stretched down into the leg of those tight pants, as well as the bulge underneath that did little to cloak his view of the dragon's heavy sac. Rod managed to tear his eyes from that bulge for a moment, forcing his view up to the glistening, flexing front of the stud.

He felt his heart stop as they made eye contact for the barest moment. Rod thanked his fur that his blush was hidden underneath the stripes, he was sure that he was shining like a beacon underneath it. He ripped his eyes away for the first time since the dragon walked in, just in time to miss the smirk spreading across the dragon's muzzle.

Rod focused on the plate of the machine, forcing it up until his heart had quite pounding from his staring and began to pound from the workout. Eventually sated, he glanced up to see the dragon with a set of free weights. Rod swallowed his hesitation, moving off the leg press machine to try out the machine the drake had been using earlier.

Rod settled himself into the pulldown machine the drake had been using. He blushed as his fingers coiled around the damp handles. Of course, as he soon found the moment he attempted the first pull, he couldn't budge the dragon's setting. However, after messing with the position of the pin in the stack he found the weight enough to be challenging, and surprisingly, enjoyable.

It was fun enough that Rod had forgotten to stare at the dragon through his sets. He hadn't expected to actually enjoy working out, but as he grunted and flexed to raise more weight than he'd expected, he found himself eager for his next set.

"Hey, hold on there, before you hurt yourself. Here, just like this..." Rod heard from behind.

He barely had time to think about the drake's words before he felt his strong body pressing right up against his back. Rod managed to suppress his gasp as the stud reached up, carefully wrapping his fingers around Rod's own on the handles of the machine. "See, then turn with it and feel it all the way down your lats there..." He dragon trailed off as his powerful form tensed behind Rod. His arm dragged down through the air as the abs pressed against Rod's back, forcing him to twist correctly.

The dragon's body pressed against Rod's own, forcing him to turn in the same motion. His powerful, damp front pressed close against Rod's back and the tiger had to focus to keep his composure. He couldn't help but feel the dragon's thick bulge pressing in against his rump. Rod couldn't even attempt to reply past the blush scalding his muzzle. Even that heat spreading across his face couldn't compare to the warmth radiating from the stud behind him, especially from the male's cock. "Down and up, down and up, just like that..." He purred into Rod's ear.

The dragon worked him through a full set like that. His strong front pressed and ground against Rod's flexing back. Rod was left panting as they finished, hoping that it could be forgiven as his exertion rather than his intense arousal. Gods, he wasn't trying to be this much of a pervert, but with the stud doing that...

As they finished, the dragon stepped back, peeling himself from Rod's back. The tiger's fingers were still locked onto the machine's handles, his knuckles a bright white. He had to bite his lip to stifle a whimper as the dragon trailed his hands down Rod's sides. Finally, the dragon separated from him completely.

Rod's back was left chilly as the gym's air conditioning cooled the spots where the dragon had been so firmly glued against him. After several long moments, Rod realized he hadn't said a word the whole time. It took him a moment to gather the courage, trying to find the strength deep within himself. All his feelings burned in his mind and his pounding heart, bubbling to the top as a quiet, "T-thanks..."

"No problem, man. I'll let you finish your sets, but when you're done, mind spotting me?" He asked.

Rod blinked a few times before his mouth ran faster than his mind. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem!"

Rod began to curse himself mentally before the words were past his lips. The dragon could lift way more than him and he wasn't sure how good of a spotter he was going to make. Hell, he didn't even know how to spot! Not to mention that he was still embarrassed to his very core after the male's overly friendly demonstration.

Rod finally managed another set, thankful that his greedy muscles were stealing all the blood pressure trying to rush to his cock. There was that, at least. An obvious erection might have been the only thing that could make that encounter more awkward, short of some choice words. A bit of his mind hosted a few dirty thoughts. Considering the closeness, the dragon's attention had been somewhat odd, but Rod had no idea what gym etiquette said about that situation. Maybe it was just the big stud showing a newbie how to use a machine without hurting himself.

Maybe, just maybe, it was something a little more.

Rod did his best to quell that part of his mind, especially as it began to mentally strip the hot dragon while creating a host of increasingly contrived pick-up lines. Rod couldn't last forever, though, and the burn in his muscles told him that he couldn't do another set, not right now.

He took a slow breath as he let the weights return to neutral, crossing his arms to rub his biceps. He looked around to spot the pink drake again; he was loading up a heavy barbell with weights that looked closer to truck tires than anything Rod had ever hoped to heft. He gulped, hoping his inexperience wouldn't put this stud in danger. However, he bit his lip and hesitantly moved over as the dragon set down on the bench. "Mn, ready? Now, just lean down and help me lift if I call 'spot'." He explained.

"S-simple enough, yeah," Rod replied.

The dragon smirked and nodded, twisting himself to lay down under the bar. He wiggled to get comfortable, before reaching up to grab the bar and prepare himself. "Mn, the name's Bisor, but you can just call me Bi." He said.

"I, um..I'm Rod. It's good to meet you, Bi." Rod managed to reply, choking back several pick up lines that instantly sprung to mind from Bisor's shortened name.

"Mn, ready?" Bi said, squeezing his fingers around the heavy bar.

Rod opened his mouth to reply before that heavy bar came up. Rod's jaw dropped in amazement, partially because of the massive weights on either side of the bar, but mostly because of how the male was displayed in front of him. Thick muscles flexed under those bright scales, showing off the male's powerful pecs and his tight abs. Rod caught himself drooling as he lecherously examined every single inch of the dragon's form.

Finally, his eyes traced down the drake's abs to the male's tight shorts. Rod shivered, jerking his eyes back to the male's chest as it rose and fell..but he couldn't keep his eyes away from the male's bulge. With the lifting, he couldn't be erect, but Rod could see every little bit of that cock inside the fabric. The male's thick penis strained at the sheer cloth, even as the stud strained to heft the bar. Rod tried to keep himself calm, considering that his own crotch was right above the dragon's face.

At least that would keep the dragon from seeing the way that Rod chewed his lip. He was worried he'd draw blood, biting himself hard enough to keep himself from getting too hard. His eyes flicked over those strong pecs, flexing stiff each time the bar stretched skyward, though they drifted down to watch the male's crotch each time that heavy bar dropped down to touch the dragon's nipples. The way that fat dick bulged out those pants...even soft! It was enough to make Rod's heart skip enough beats that he glanced towards the red-crossed box hanging on the wall.

However, he reached forward slightly as the dragon starting to pant harder. The drake growled at him as he leaned forward, pushing him back from the weight; so Rod stood, blushing furiously as the drake slammed out the weights. Each time, Rod was sure that bar was about to come down and crush the dragon's strong chest, but the moment that he was sure that Bi was was about to fail, his trembling arms finally triumphed and launched the bar skyward. Finally, Bisor reached up and started to lean the bar back into place. "Spot." Bisor managed to growl.

Rod leaped into action, reaching out to curl his fingers around the bar to help the stud shift it back. He lifted with all his strength, managing to cling to the bar as the muscular stud hefted it back into place. Metal slumped back into metal with a clank, leaving the big dragon to roll into a seated position, rubbing his biceps. Rod swallowed, admiring the stud's muscular back as he attempted to lift the bar to test the weight. His teeth closed around his lower lip as he realized that he couldn't budge the bar. He was so impressed that he completely missed when Bisor turned back to him, looking over the tiger's pronounced bulge. "Mn, ready for your set, Rod?"

Rod blinked a few times, his fingers still curled over the stud's rod. He'd not even entertained the possibility that he'd have to do a set as well. He glanced up between the stud, then back to the bar, then back to Bi. "There's, um, no way I'm going to be able to lift this..."

Bi burst out laughing, nodding. After a few moments, and a bright blush from the tiger, he wiped his eyes on his arm. "We can change the weight on it, honey. What do you usually bench?" He said.

Rod squirmed a bit, biting his lip as he looked at the bar. His mouth dropped open for a moment closing again. "L-less than that?" He managed.

Bi smirked, nodding as he looked at the tiger. "Surely. Here, hold your arms up like this and flex." He said.

The dragon demonstrated, holding his arms up with his fists curled, shaping his upper body like a U. Rod's eyes opened to take in the view of the stud's thick arms and his chiseled pecs as they bulged in front of him. It took him several long seconds to remember he was also supposed to be doing the same.

Rod held his arms up as well, hoping that the dragon hadn't noticed his stare. He flexed as much as he could--his chubby arms and admittedly passable chest was not much to look at, especially compared to the Adonis that was showing off for him. Rod was entirely unprepared for what happened next.

Before the tiger could react, Bisor reached forward and began to grope and rub over him. His hands massaged all the way along Rod's arms and over his chest. Bi pressed close as he fondled and squeezed over Rod's biceps and over his pecs. Rod could smell the heat coming off of the stud and he felt the male's dampness streak off his fingers onto him.

There was nothing Rod could do. His mind instantly jumped to life support; breathing became a herculean task with the dragon's fingers squeezing him. He blushed furiously under his fur, only able to hold the same position while Bi felt him up. He took in a quiet, sharp breath as Bi took another step forward, his hands kneading under Rod's triceps. He was pressed almost belly to belly with the tiger, and Rod was thankful that his jockstrap held his straining, achingly stiff cock back enough that their bulges weren't mashing together.

Even though they weren't touching, they were close enough that Rod could feel the heat of the other male's cock against his own. He resisted the urge to look down and drool; he was already caught up in the feel of the strong stud's fingers grabbing his arms. Bi's scent was heavy in his nose and the big stud was warm against him...And Bi seemed content to grope Rod for what seemed like minutes to the tiger's arousal-drunk mind.

Finally, Bisor nodded. "We'll start with sixty-five." He said.

Rod nodded dumbly before his eyes widened. Bisor pressed in before he pulled back, pressing his bulge directly against Rod's own. The tight shorts did nothing to keep the whole of Bi's thick cock from grinding against Rod's own erection--the tiger's eyes widened as Bi mashed his package against Rod's bulge.

He was left speechless as the dragon pulled back and unracked the weights from the bar as if nothing had happened. Rod blinked a few times, looking down at the damp spot that the pink dragon's sweaty bulge had made across his shorts. There it was, concrete proof, and Rod was still convinced it had only happened in a wet dream. His cock throbbed in his jock, and his toes grabbed the floor. He looked up to make sure that Bi was facing away before he reached down to adjust his stiff cock in his pants.

His face was still burning red as the clanks from the changing weights stopped. Bi left him with a pair of weights on the bar, stamped with 10's. They looked embarrassingly small compared to the massive plates that had occupied the bar before. Rod wasn't going to complain about an easy workout, however; especially not while he was so distracted by the other male. Bi's cock still throbbed visibly in his shorts, the bulge very visible in the tight synthetic fabric.

Rod could see every bit of the dragon's cock, from the pointed spade tip to the sets of ridges around the thick shaft. There was even a slight swell at the bent base of the male's cock, shown off even more as the male's dick strained against the fabric that held it tight across his thigh. Even the dragon's ample balls were more than a hint under the fabric...Rod had to tear his eyes away, both to keep from staring for another long set of seconds and so that he could lay down on the bench.

The bench was still warm and a bit damp from the dragon's back. The thought only made Rod shiver with excitement as he faced up towards the dragon. Rod's eyes widened again as he stared up at the dragon. His bulge and his pecs were like mountains from down here. His eyes traced up the barely-hidden underside of the male's fat cock, over those abs and up to the pearls of sweat on the dragon's rocky chest. "Ready?" He asked.

Rod turned his view back to the thick bar above him. He swallowed and nodded, reaching up to wrap his fingers around the bar. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore his already-racing heart to lift it. He held it unsteadily above him, the weights wavering from side to side as he held himself up at full extension. Bi stepped forward, holding his hands a few inches under the bar. "Alright, good job. Now let it drop almost to your chest, you'll feel when your elbows drop down past the bench." He said.

Rod nodded quickly, slowly letting the heavy weight drop. It wasn't quite as heavy as he had expected, but it was still more than enough to make him exert himself. He felt the shift when his elbows went a little too low, but he used that as a marker to start pushing up again. He hissed through his teeth as he worked the bar skyward, locking out his elbows to hold it high. "Good job, Rod. Now, a couple more..." Bi said.

Rod nodded, starting to pump out a set. He managed almost five more before he dropped down and started to struggle; his arms trembled as he tried to work the bar up again. He started to kick as he got halfway before the bar started to lower down towards him.

Bisor's bulge mashed into Rod's face. The dragon leaned forward to grind the whole of his wrapped dick and his heavy sac over the tiger's face, smothering him in his male scent. Rod gasped, feeling the throb of the dragon's cock against his face. Bi's cock only seemed to get harder as he lifted the bar effortlessly to place it back on the stand with a clank.

Some part of Rod was afraid that the dragon would pull back as soon as he'd replaced the weight. Rod did his best to drink in the feel of the dragon's thick cock pressing against his face and the male's heavy, barely-hidden sac pressing against his forehead. Rod's own cock was rock hard in his pants--especially as Bi pressed down, squatting to grind his ridges along the tiger's lips. Even as bad at signals as Rod was, the dragon's actions were absolutely intentional.

As suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Rod panted as the dragon's crotch pulled away to rest a few inches back, leaving his burning face in the open. He squirmed on the bench, awkwardly between the muscular drake that towered over him and the barbell, even as the dragon's musk still filled his snout. "Want to do another set?" Bi said, "You're looking a little tired."

Rod swallowed and opened his mouth to reply before shutting it again. The dragon still wore a confident smirk across his muzzle, leaning forward across the bar to place his abs right above the tiger's face. "I, uhm...I don't know..." He said.

"Alright then. I'm pretty much finished with my workout then." He said.

Rod bit his lip and squirmed under the dragon. He was probably good himself, but he didn't want the eye candy to leave...especially not after that. Honestly, though, as aroused as he was, he was looking for excuses to run to his car and jack off. He nodded, chewing his lower lip as his eyes traced over the male's chiseled abs and pecs. "O-oh, um...OK then. I guess I'm pretty close too..." He said.

Bisor grinned at him, looking down at him lecherously. "Let's hit the showers then, hmm?"

Rod's jaw dropped open and his cock throbbed in his pants. Bisor couldn't be suggesting what rod was thinking, right? Rod could see it now--they would head back to the locker rooms, Bi would grab a towel, and they'd step into different shower stalls and wash normally. That was how real life worked, right? "Oh, um..."

Bi chuckled, reaching down to give the tiger's chest a pat before standing up, re-racking the weights from the bar. "I'll get your back if you get mine," Bisor said, with a pointed wink.

'Fuck.' Rod thought.

***

Rod stayed silent as they walked towards the locker rooms, except that his heart pounded loudly enough to quake the building's foundation. Bisor led him on, his gait confident as he casually stretched on the way, both to loosen after the workout and let the tiger drool over the way his back muscles stretched.

Shards, this little pervert was just the cutest thing, Bisor thought to himself. He hadn't missed most of the staring and the tiger wasn't bad looking himself. He wasn't the beefcake body type, but he had a body that made Bi hungry. That cock, too! Most kitties were hung less than impressively. In Bisor's experience, they were certainly workable, especially with his big cat fetish, but this tiger was almost as big as he was.

He couldn't wait to watch the cutie have a heart attack when Rod's fat cock slipped into his ass.

They finally reached the locker room. Bi moved to his locker and Rod followed him shyly, reaching up to a locker on the other side of the row from the tiger. They both unlocked their lockers, Bi revealing a full gym bag. He grabbed another towel and a bottle of body wash that was almost the same color as his scales, turning back to watch Rod fumbling with his towel and an empty locker. "I, um..." Rod started.

"What's that?" Bi said, unable to keep a smile from creeping up the sides of his muzzle.

"I, um...I forgot my body wash. Can...Can I borrow some?" He asked.

Claws, wasn't he perfect! Bi smirked, making a show of crossing his arms, showing off the little bottle between his fingers. "On one condition." He said.

"W-what condition?" Rod stuttered.

Bi grinned from ear to ear.