Unbearable

Story by DookFiend on SoFurry

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Inevitably I'd have to try my hand at writing the stereotypical locker room erotica piece. I figured it'd be better to start now rather than later.

Art done by the amazing FA: Tzarvolver


Unbearable

By Dookfiend

Barnaby sauntered out of the locker room like he owned the place. The ferret didn't look like he worked out much, what with his perfectly quaffed hair and slender build, but he'd been regularly visiting the gym for the past couple months. He found the gym after the Silva estate's water was shut down for maintenance. He needed a place to wash up and was recommended this gym by his master, Warren. He found that the locker room suited his needs nicely. It was relatively clean, the equipment at the gym seemed nice, the shower room was spacious, and the staff were helpful. He bought a membership - a meager sum compared to what he was used to - and decided he'd make the trip downtown more often.

However, he never went to the weight room, nor the treadmills, not even the bikes. No, his choice of workout involved jogging around the upstairs track which overlooked the rest of the gym. It wasn't so much jogging as as it was strolling leisurely while gawking at the beefy hunks below. They were the true reason he kept coming back. They were mostly eye-candy to him - powerful, beautiful things to fantasize about, but not ideal mates. He figured they couldn't be all that smart, considering how their biceps were nearly as large as their heads. When alone with the staff, he sometimes gossiped about them as "the gymbos".

There were three in particular he could count on seeing every time. There was the wolverine he referred to as Grendel - an imposing, rough-looking fellow. He was stout with burly arms, wide chest, and always wore a green baseball hat which the ferret presumed hid the mess of fur on his head. He was the shortest of the bunch, but he still stood a couple inches taller than the ferret. His workout shirts invariably had some sort of stain on them - paint, oil, and/or beer in addition to at least a couple holes.

Then there was the stallion - dubbed "Cy" by Barnaby. He was lankier than the other two, but the ferret had seen the equine shirtless enough to know that what he lacked in mass, he made up for in sheer muscle. The man had abs that could've been chiseled by Michelangelo himself and his luscious mane was a beautiful golden tint that seemed to glimmer in the light. If Barnaby had to guess, he was the most educated of the three, but considering how often the stud was taking off his shirt and spilling water on his bare chest, he wasn't a 4.0 academic.

And finally, there was "Brutus". By all accounts, he was an absolute unit of a man. The grizzly bear was imposing in height - standing a good foot taller than Grendel - and in heft. His arms looked like they could crush the ferret in a near infinite amount of ways while his shoulders and pecs could lift a bus with ease. Even still, he had a nice belly on him that made his tee-shirt strain against his torso whenever he so much as lifted an arm. He was also the most jovial and charismatic of the three. Whatever the bear chose to do, the others would follow suit.

"Mr. Kane?" A woman's voice behind him caught his attention, "I got the water you requested."

The ferret spun around, fumbling around the railing he'd been leaning on. A couple of hours into his routine stroll around the track had slowed to a standstill, and he was caught gawking at the men down below. He tried to readjust his shorts below the belt before turning around to face the employee.

The mouse standing behind him was holding a bottle of water in her hands and holding it out for the ferret to take. If she'd seen the burgeoning outline of his erection in his shorts, she was professional enough not to let it show on her face. Her smile was as warm and considerate as always and there wasn't a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "Arctic Springs, right? I think I got your order perfect this time."

Barnaby glanced coldly at the bottle of water held out to him and then back to the employee. "No, that's not what I asked for at all. I wanted Arctic Springs_: Artisanal_with a rose hip infusion. That's just the standard bottled swill that they peddle to the masses as spring water. If I wanted that, I might as well just drink from the bathroom sinks."

The mouse stared at Barnaby with a hint of doubt and frustration seeping into her grin. "I - uh... I don't remember saying you wanted- "

"Well I don't care about what you remember, I care about what I wanted! Now hurry along and fetch me what I asked for, I promise a hefty tip when you return." The ferret had already turned away from the mouse before she headed towards the door with a mumble under her breath. While that meant he missed the multiple profanities aimed at him, he did notice the grizzly bear staring up at the ferret before giving him a salute.

"On second thought, Rebecca, would you mind if I took that bottled water to go? I think I'll take my shower now. You can drop if off with me outside the locker room when I'm done."

The mouse sighed before responding in a polite yet strained voice. "It's Renee, but... sure, Mr. Kane. I'll see that your water is waiting for you after you're done in the locker room."

Barnaby bolted down the staircase, cursing to himself as he went. 'Fuck, fuck! They saw me,' he thought as he scampered into the locker room. He could feel his pulse racing, but once the metal door shut behind him with a clang, he was able to calm himself down. He looked around the locker room anxiously, only to breath a sigh of relief that he was alone before taking a seat near his locker. He slouched on the bench and leaned his back against the locker doors as he fished his gym shoes off his feet.

Suddenly, the locker room door creaked open, sending his nerves and heart rate back into overdrive. Heavy footsteps thudded against the concrete floor before he caught the head of one massive grizzly bear poking out from behind the door. His heart would've sunk into his stomach immediately if it weren't for the spacious locker room lending him the faint hope that the bear wouldn't take notice of him. He kept his eyes straight ahead of him, teeth clenched, whiskers atwitch, and making every attempt to ignore the massive bear walking past him.

To his horror, the bear took a seat directly next to him, close enough that he could feel the warm, fluffy coat of fur brushing against his own. If eyes could stare like daggers, the ferret would have excavated a hole through the adjoining wall by now. Even as the grizzly pulled his tree trunk like legs out of his gym shorts and pried the jockstrap free from his waist, the mustelid's gaze never wavered from the opposing row of lockers.

"Hey kid, you doing alright?" A low voice rumbled beside him. "Ahhh! Is it like a meditation thing? Yoga? I'll shut up."

Barnaby felt a large, heavy paw slap him on the back of his shoulder, and it made him jolt with surprise. He glanced to the side in surprise to meet the bear's brown eyes staring kindly at him while flashing a suave smile. The ferret's face felt hot and fuzzy with all the blush filling his cheeks, and it only got worse when he noticed the bear's package between his legs. The tiniest movement - just a slight twitch - consumed all the ferret's attention as he stared intently at the proud monument of manliness rising in front of him.

The bear chuckled sheepishly before shrugging off his erection. "Oh, don't mind him none. I haven't jerked it yet today, so I'm a bit easy to excite right now especially when there's someone cute around."

Barnaby's ears perked up and his eyes shifted between the bear's cock and his face. Did he hear correctly? Was it implied that the attraction was mutual? His tongue stammered and his mouth suddenly felt parched. He could only muster up a hushed, "May I?" and point at the grizzly's boner with mouth agape.

He must've got his point across as the bear pinned the base of his shaft between two fingers and wiggled it back and forth. "Heh, I won't say no, if you want to give 'im some attention."

Barnaby anxiously slid down to the floor on his knees and took his place between the bear's legs. He hesitantly placed his paws on either of the bear's thighs, as though touching might make this fantasy dissipate. Yet as the brown fur tickled the pads on his fingers, he was shocked to understand that this was very real. He stared up at the bear wide-eyed, the crown of the ursine cock taking up the brunt of his vision and twitching mere inches away from his nostrils. The scent hit him all at once. A robust musk intermingled with a hint of cedar and birch cologne while the smell of arousal and pre gradually grew more prominent.

He studied the shaft carefully, its girth, length, rigidity, and slight curvature like an engineer studying an architect's blueprints. 'Is such a perfect structure even possible?' he thought to himself. However, the ferret couldn't continue the visual portion of his examination much longer. His urges demanded he moved on to the physical segment of his tests. He licked his velvet lips and leaned towards the throbbing member before planting a deep kiss on the underside.

The bear rumbled above him with approval as the ferret's lips and tongue wandered up and down the length to find the most sensitive spots to tease. Not a nanometer went unnoticed by his thorough investigation. By the time his lips were wrapped tightly around the tip, he'd figured out all the places to make the bear squirm and groan.

He suckled on the cock, letting the delicious pre drool down his throat while his tongue worked the cock head by swirling around it in tight circles. He bobbed his head down, getting about halfway to the bear's crotch before sliding his head back up slowly while keeping a firm grip with his lips. He sighed in unison with the bear just as he was headed back down only to pause when the locker room doors swung open once again.

A raspy tenor voice called out from the locker room entrance. "I'm telling ya, when we find out who the shit-stirrer is, he is gonna get it!"

'Shit, that has to be the wolverine,' Barnaby thought to himself. He considered pulling away but a strong paw rested on his shoulder.

The bear massaged Barnaby's shoulder with care as he reassured the ferret. "Aw, don't you worry about Adam. He's seen me with dudes probably a dozen times by now. He's not gonna bother us any today,"

The wolverine lumbered into the locker room with the horse following close behind him. The two nonchalantly unsaddled their gym bags at the bench just across from Barnaby and the bear. The ferret couldn't see much from the corner of his eye as he still had his lips suctioned around the cock but judging by their tone of voice, the two intruders were completely unfazed by the bear receiving head.

They continued their conversation among each other to the point where Barnaby almost forgot they were there. He tended to the needy shaft in his mouth, ushering hushed words of praise from the bear as he slathered it in warm, slippery saliva. The way it throbbed against his tongue and filled his maw with the savory taste of masculinity was starting to make his gym shorts too uncomfortable to bear. Just before he could reach down to take hold of his burgeoning member, Adam's voice snapped him out of his lusty haze.

"So, Paul," the wolverine said, "We found out more about that asshole who was talking shit about us."

Barnaby's eyes sprung open and his whiskers started twitching again. He felt the weight of the bear's paw grow on the back of his head as he was lowered further than ever before on that shaft. The dick vibrated in his mouth as the deep bass voice rumbled out of the grizzly's chest. "Oh? What's he been up to lately?"

"Apparently he's been treating the staff like shit too. They've had two employees quit already because of this one guy. I bet he gets his membership terminated within the next week- I give him a week and a half at most."

The bear relented his hold on the back of Barnaby's head, allowing the ferret to pull away a bit. "Seriously, two people quit because of one member? You'd think they'd have given him a warning by now."

Barnaby resumed his head bobbing so as not to be caught eavesdropping. Still, his rounded little ears swiveled about to study the conversation. The wolverine slammed his foot down on the bench Barnaby was kneeling in front of and rested his elbows on one knee. It was then that the ferret realized there were now two burly naked men in the room.

"Yeah, Shane quit last month because some sort of limo complaint and then Jenny quit just a few days ago because she got him the wrong kind of apple. Can you believe that shit?"

Barnaby's mouth left the bear's dick with a wet pop as he stood to defend himself. "Alright, Jenny did not quit. She transferred to a new location. And it wasn't just the 'wrong kind of apple', she got a Red Delicious - which taste awful, I should add - when I asked for an organic Fuji apple. How you could get the two confused is beyond me,"

The pair standing in front of him stared with wide grins on their muzzles, and the ferret turned to see the horse had a similar grin on his face. "Well at least he had the balls to admit it... kinda," the stallion said.

Paul the bear shook his head and chuckled. "Yeah, in a roundabout way, he owned up to it. Man, I really didn't wanna think it was you but... Fuck! It's hard to try and deny it now, huh?"

A shiver ran down the ferret's spine and he backed himself into the lockers behind him. "Listen, the things I said concerning you three... They weren't supposed to be heard by you. I thought when I was speaking to staff that those things were said in confidence... I never intended to hurt any-"

The bear interrupted him by thudding a paw onto the bench beside him. "Listen, kid. We ain't gonna hurt you. Just wanted you to think about the effects your actions got on others."

"It's 'have on others'-"

The bear massaged his forehead with one finger and his thumb. "I really don't give a shit. The point is you're making everyone's experience around here awful. As of right now, the staff hates you, most of the other members don't like you, and I have to admit I'm feeling pretty frustrated with you as well."

"Sexually..." the horse added in a monotone voice while nodding in agreement. Barnaby was wrong about a lot of things concerning these gents. Pegging the horse as the smartest of the three was one of his worst offenses.

Barnaby ignored "Cy" and focused his efforts on Paul. "I'm truly sorry. I had no idea that my words would get back to you in any way, and I shouldn't have made such assumptions at all. I'm afraid I let my own frustrations cloud my judgement and projected them onto you three."

Paul cocked an eyebrow and frowned. "And what about the staff? Why do you treat 'em like they're your servants and what not?"

The ferret shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how to word his answer. The truth was embarrassing, but he couldn't think of any other believable explanations.

"I work as a valet at a vineyard and the guests can be... untenable to say the least. I know it's not a good excuse, but I suppose I was using my time here as a way to vent." He paced the room as he recalled all the ridiculous complaints he'd received in the past week. "I mean- how would you feel after twelve hours a day hearing 'I wanted a 1973 Chateau LeBlanc and this is a 1972! We asked for an ice sculpture of Bob Saget, so why does it look like David Hyde Pierce? Barnaby, this ottoman is broken, get on your knees so that Uncle Greg can have a footrest-"

Paul interrupted him with an upraised paw. "Alright, alright. I get it. Sounds like I'm not the only one feeling frustrated."

"Sexually..." added the horse once again.

"Still, you can't keep doing this without any repercussions. So we're giving you a choice right now. First, you can leave the locker room right now. You continue to go to this gym, but you start treating the staff with respect, you find some other avenue to vent, and you remember not to talk shit about the other members here. If we so much as hear a word that you're up to your old shit again, and we're reporting you to the managers."

Barnaby waited for the second option, but the bear didn't continue. At least, not until he was prompted to. "And... the second option?"

The bear's broad muzzle curled into a mischievous grin. "Glad you asked. Like my friend Claud suggested, it sounds like we're both a little frustrated and I figure now is a good a time as any to let those frustrations out... sexually. If you want to, you can stay right here and finish what you started before my friends got here. The boys here will want to watch of course, they wanna to see you bent over and moaning just as much as I do. You can stop whenever you want, say no if it gets too much, but I got a hunch you'll want to stay put. So what's it gonna be ferret? Leave or stay?"

The ferret's feet felt glued to the floor. The valet thing to do would be to reprimand the bear for suggesting such a thing, leave the gym, and cancel his membership immediately. But the "Barnaby" side of him couldn't stop looking at the thick mast standing still erect between the bear's powerful legs. He could see it twitching with excitement and the translucent pre drooling down its tip all the way from where he stood. HIs mouth salivated and his shorts felt tighter than ever before at the thought of serving it once again. He looked at each of the men sharing the room with him and found that they were all waiting on him. Without a word, he pointed his chin into the air and returned to the bear on his knees.

Just as he was leaning in to reacquaint his lips with the bear's manhood, his muzzle was stopped by a large paw. "Nu-uh. I'm done with your muzzle, ferret. Your tongue's been busy enough as is. I want your tail."

Barnaby pulse was pounding in his head as he saw the bear's finger twirl in the air, suggesting he turn around. With a deep breath, he stood back up to pull his gym shorts down. A chorus of whistles resounded through the locker room at the sight of the hot pink thong hugging his package. He forgot he'd put them on this morning, but as fate would have it, they would match the blush peeking through his fur perfectly.

Once he threw the shorts off to the side, he felt a bear paw massaging his buttocks. "Damn," he huffed, "You boys are gonna love this. That is a fine ferret ass right there."

While the bear groped and kneaded his buttocks, Barnaby wrestled his tee-shirt over his head and added to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. One of Paul's burly paws left his cheeks to wrap around his torso and grasp his chest. "Do you wanna take a seat, bud?"

Barnaby nodded as a gasp escaped his muzzle. The bear's fingers toyed with his nipple and tugged him into the bear's lap. "That's a good little cock sleeve. What do you think fellas? Does he make a good fit?"

Adam gave an approving "ok" sign with his hand while Claud fondled his burgeoning shaft idly. Paul craned his neck to look Barnaby in the eyes while the paw tending to the ferret's hip slid underneath the thong strap. "See, you're a natural fit," he said just before letting the strap go with a snap.

The mustelid's thong was removed in one swift motion. In a single moment, the ferret's underwear went from clasping firmly around his waist to dangling limply from the bear's claws. Barnaby watched as they fluttered to the floor as he was laid face down on the bench.

Paul grabbed the tip of Barnaby's tail and raised it high into the air to expose his hindquarters. "Y'all haven't seen anything yet. His backside's his best side, in my opinion."

The Barnaby turned his head to face the horse and wolverine who stared slack-jawed at his rear. "Fuckin' hell. He's got a heart on his ass," exclaimed the wolverine, "It's like he was made to take cock! It's like a bullseye for making him cum!"

The valet couldn't maintain eye-contact with either of them, not just because of the statements they made, but because of the truth they held. These men weren't the first to comment on the natural markings on his fur, and they surely wouldn't be the last. It was just poor luck that he also craved thick cocks ramming his ass. It wasn't until he heard rummaging around in the locker behind him that he realized the bear wasn't standing behind him anymore. His tail had just held the position of showing off his tush on it's own.

After a few moments, the bear stood in front of the ferret with a couple of handcuffs in one hand. "You mind if I tie you up for a bit? Don't want you slippin' and slidin' across the bench while a fuck you," He leaned close to the ferret's ears and whispered. "Also, I don't want you cummin' without my permission first."

Again, Barnaby was faced with a tough quandary. The smart thing would be to decline the offer, yet the idea of surrendering control to the man he'd insulted, belittled, and spread rumors about for months made his body shiver with arousal. To his shock, he nodded his head in agreement. He held his hands out and watched as each cuff was attached to one wrist with the other end clasping around the legs of the bench. Anticipation sent his mind racing as the bear wandered back behind him. The room was silent save for the sound of a cap popping open and skin brushing against skin. A chill rolled up his spine as he felt the cool sensation of lube getting spread around his hole. The calloused pad of the bear's finger applied gradual pressure to his entrance, and he relaxed to mitigate the amount of resistance it faced. His tail quivered as he felt the thick digit sink inside him and wiggle about. His surprise caused him to tighten around the finger, earning a chuckle from the ursine.

"Aw, yeah. You like that don't you?"

The finger popped out of him and he suddenly felt much emptier with its vacancy. He was anxious for something to replace it. His cock grew harder the longer Paul teased him, but there was no pleasure to be found in the yearning he felt. He started to whine impulsively, which did little but get a chuckle out of the men watching him squirm helplessly.

"Geez, Paul. Just fuck the poor kid already! He's acting like he hasn't had a good lay in a month," jeered the wolverine.

"He's gonna blow his load before you even touch 'im at this rate," shouted the stallion.

Finally, Barnaby felt the broad head of a cock slap against his lubed up hole. It made wet, dirty sounds that echoed in his ears as it reverberated off the locker room walls. It was every bit as hard and wet as he was. The heat it radiated made his loins long for the satisfaction of being filled by a real man. His cheeks were cradled in the bear's massive claws, spread apart to keep his clenching hole in view. He felt a great weight pressing down on him, pressure causing his ring to stretch around the broad crown. The bear was slow but methodical at first. He leaned into the ferret with unmatched accuracy. There wasn't any slipping around, just a gradual push inside of him that stretched his walls with ease.

In the short time he was serving Paul orally, he had acquainted himself with the size of it to estimate how deep it would go. He must have been half-way in by the time the hips started rocking back and forth as it rubbed deliberately around his prostate. The bear's cock circled around it, grazed the border, and experimented with positioning until the ferret let out a sharp gasp.

The pumping stopped for a moment. Perhaps the bear was exchanging glances with his crew or maybe he was smiling to himself as cruel thoughts filled his head. Barnaby never got the chance to find out as the thrusts resumed with new-found zeal. The bear was merciless with his approach. Once he had found the ferret's prostate, he wasn't letting off of it. He drove into the ferret like a hot rod, colliding headfirst into the tiny little gland that made the valet elicit all those embarrassing noises.

Barnaby's erection slapped against his belly at the bear's discretion. He had no say in how hard the ursine entered him and no way to change the angle. That powerlessness was part of what made his cock ache so much and the fur on his tail bristle with excitement. The bear's paws now wrapped around his waist, nearly wrapping around his circumference as the ursine buckled down onto the mustelid.

He was taking the full mast at this point, and he was acutely aware of it. He could feel the bear's pulse beating against his walls as it spread him wide, and he could feel the weighty balls between the bear's legs thwack against his taint. Even as the bear's pace increased, he still managed to find the ferret's gland with each reentry, keeping the boy veering close to the edge.

He heard more than just the bear's hips slapping against his rear now. He could pick out the sound of palms tending to their owners' needs while panting beat against his back from above. As he kept his head pointed forward, he couldn't see what the horse and wolverine were up to, but he had a vague idea. Suddenly the warm ropes of semen splattering onto his back confirmed his suspicions making him shiver with delight as it seeped into his pelt. The wolverine was vocal as he climaxed, moaning and muttering fuck as he unloaded onto the prostrate mustelid. The horse didn't make a sound, but Barnaby was fully aware when he came. The jizz was hot to the touch and fell on him like a hose of water. It splattered off his back and drooled onto the floor even as it subsided.

The bear couldn't be too far behind them. His breath was getting ragged and he was starting to growl into Barnaby's ear. He was getting more desperate in his thrusts and the cock was throbbing with such intensity, it felt like a vibrator buried inside the ferret. Barnaby was overwhelmed with the anticipation. He waited with bated breath for that warmth to empty out inside of him. Just as he started to doubt Paul would give him the satisfaction, the bear hilted him with one heavy thrust, only to milk every last ounce of spunk out with small, calculated thrusts.

Barnaby heard the bear sigh as that weight was lifted off of him. Warm seed drooled out of his ass in tiny little streams that followed the curvature of his taint and balls.

"Hooo! Fuck. That's quite the hole you got there, ferret. I don't know about you, but I thought you were the perfect fit for my cock," Paul walked up to face Barnaby and pointed to the pile of clothes on the floor. "Is it alright if I use those to dry off?"

Barnaby's cock, still hard and still unspent throbbed at the thought of it. He nodded his head yes.

"Perfect," said the bear as he picked up the valet's thong and wiped his cock clean. The ursine tossed the underwear onto Barnaby's back before beginning to redress. "Now, you're gonna be okay for the night, right? I'm pretty sure I brought the keys to those cuffs with me, but if I didn't..."

He was going to be left here, cuffed to the bench, covered in cum, to be discovered by the staff he mistreated and the gym members he'd wronged. His cock grew even harder. The ache between his legs was almost painful now. He nodded again.

"Let's see here... Hmm- I could've sworn they were- Well, damn. I must've left 'em at home and the gym's gonna close in five... Don't worry though, we'll get you free first thing in the morning. We usually come in anywhere from nine to noon."

Barnaby mewed desperately. Even as the men were packing up, his cock wasn't going flaccid. His begging earned a look of pity from Paul before he dug around in his duffle bag. "Here, I got one last thing for ya," he said as he pulled out a vibrating wand and a silicon ring attachment. He fastened the ring around the ferret's shaft which fit snugly in the soft material's grip. He popped the wand into the other end of the attachment and flipped the switch.

Indescribable pleasure surged through the ferret's body. It was like his cock was enveloped in the physical manifestation of bliss and its sole intent was to see the ferret cum. The bear stood up and hoisted his duffle bag over his shoulder. "I just put brand new batteries in there, so that thing should be going all night. I bet you can get a couple orgasms out of that thing before tomorrow morning."

As their heads disappeared behind the hallway leading out of the locker room, he heard a faint conversation on the other end. The locker room door hung open a few seconds before a small mouse with a water bottle walked up to the ferret wearing a smug grin. "Is this the right water, Mr. Kane?"

Barnaby's head felt fuzzy with all the pleasure coursing through his head. He dimly nodded his head once more. The mouse removed the cap of water and placed it on the floor beneath his head. She plopped a plastic straw into the bottle and stood to leave. "Lucky for you, I was mindful enough to bring the straw, huh?"

With that she turned to leave the room, leaving the ferret to crane his head forward to try and reach the straw with his lips. As he leaned forward, he dragged the wand against the tip of his prick. The sensation was overwhelming. Even as he toppled over the edge into his orgasm, the unrelenting vibrator buzzed against his sensitive shaft. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense and quiver with pent up energy. His lips were on the very brink of meeting the straw, but his inevitable orgasm was holding him back from quenching his thirst. He fished for the straw with his tongue, dragged it into his mouth, and sucked hard. His toes splayed out, a squeal escaped his closed lips, and his eyes shut tight as his orgasm overtook him. His entire body quaked as his cock erupted thick ropes of cum onto the locker room bench.

As it subsided and Barnaby was able to take a deep breath, he found his water bottle had tipped over and drained to the floor in the wake of his bliss. His whiskers and eyelids twitched as the lights to the gym shut down, leaving the valet alone with an empty water bottle, the buzz of a vibrator, and the hope that the bear would keep his word. Perhaps tomorrow he'll bring more friends.