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Pump and Prep

Written by Limewah

Commissioned by Moxas/JustaCritic

Contains Explicit Content - 18+ only

Theo lost his gym pass again; he had to face that fact. The hare had gone through his bag, gone through his pockets, retraced his steps... nothing. All he had to show for it was a wasted half-hour.

He took his walk to the Pump-It Gym with a great deal of trepidation. He would be kicking himself all day. All he could do was get on with it, swallow his pride and get a new one. Maybe he'd be able to convince whoever was behind the desk that day to give him one for free. It had worked before. If it was that scrawny young naga, he'd be set. He was pretty sure Zeph worked at this time of day. Part of him felt bad about leading the snake on a bit. But if Zeph worked up the courage to ask Theo out, he'd say yes with no reservations. He didn't imagine it would be more than a hook-up, but that would hopefully help let off some tension.

Pump-It was the cheapest gym in town, probably due more to its location than anything else. It was hidden away on the second and third floors of a rather nondescript office building, a ways away from the high streets. It was kind of a hidden gem, really, for many different reasons. When you stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, you were transported into a very cosy, clean, and welcoming place; while there wasn't a spa area in the gym, it did have that sort of vibe about the place. It always smelled nice, and it was always relatively active.

Theo was already wearing an apologetic look on his face as he entered, reflexively and shamefully rubbing at his chin-strap stubble. Sure enough, Zeph was hunched and stuffed behind the counter, his noodly coils awkwardly splayed inside the booth. The corn-snake looked at Theo with puppy dog eyes and a puppy dog smile.

"Afternoon Theo!" The nerdy reptile said, his voice a little louder and higher pitched than intended.

"Hey hey. So..."

"Forgot it again?" Zeph said, already typing at his keyboard. "Lemme just get you a new one..."

"You read my mind!" Theo laughed, approaching the desk. "I feel like I should just leave my pass with you, at least you wouldn't forget it."

"Heh, well..." the naga laughed a little loudly, and there was a clear blush on his face. "Yeah.... I-if only! Haha! Ha!"

A plastic key card was handed over to the rabbit, and he took it graciously from Zeph's shaking hand.

"H-have fun!" Zeph said as Theo continued on.

"Will do, man!" Theo could feel the naga's eyes on him. Poor guy. He'd have to throw him a bone eventually.

Theo took his time in the changing room, putting his change of clothes into a locker before stepping into the showers for a quick rinse. He found he functioned a little better if he gave himself a little cold chill before he got working out. It was his way of kick-starting himself before jumping into his routine.

Today was a weights day. He threw on his shorts (the tight ones, naturally. He enjoyed working out in tight clothing way better), slipped on his shoes, and headed into the gym. The heady scent of sweat met his nostrils. It was always a good way to get him going, to put him in the right headspace. Soon he'd be smelling that same scent off himself; he'd be positively glowing before long. Just the way they liked it.

It made sense to start with a jog. You wouldn't think it considering how inexpensive this place was, but they had some very fancy equipment. There was no music coming in over the speakers; it was all personalised, thanks to the dedicated sports visors they had. They were sleek things, sort of like wrap-around sunglasses, though they were see-through. He took a pair and nestled it against his head, feeling it press snugly. A little chime rumbled against his head, pinging vibrations through his skull and into his ears. Nothing needed to even go into his ears. It was fantastic. Way better than earbuds.

--

-Hey, he's early today.

-Like usual, huh? He's really eager.

-He's clearly always been a gym bunny, even before we nabbed him.

-Yep. Yep. Alright. Let's get him on weight training. He's gonna need that tonight.

-Who's gonna spot for him?

-Let's get Zeke on it. He's a good kid.

-He'd better not start fucking with the merch though. Wouldn't put it past that scaly simp.

--

"Play me something low-key, please."

The visor chirped a cheery recognition of his voice, before the gentle beat and strumming guitar massaged his skull. Perfect. Once he was on a treadmill, he started with a walk, leading into a gentle jog. The music picked up in pace just a tiny bit, the beats giving him a rhythm to jog along to. His left foot went forward on the on-beat, and his right on the off-beat. It was easy to zone out and enjoy the music, staring straight ahead at nothing at all. For a time, Theo could forget his worries and focus on the simple act of running. Not running after a burglar or robber or supervillain, not running from an exploding secret lair.... None of the usual crap he had to deal with as Helix Hare. He was off the clock and could enjoy himself.

He ran for just a few minutes, just enough to loosen up his joints and work up the slightest sweat. Stepping off the treadmill, he threw off his shorts. it was hiking up a little,and he would be way more comfortable if he just stuck to his jockstrap. His jock did look great on him - he was wearing a custom monogrammed green jock with golden trim, and two letter-Hs emblazoned on the waistband. It was a gift from some weird fan who gave it to him on the street and promptly disappeared into the crowd. At least, that's what he recalled. It was too comfy to throw away, as odd as the gesture was.

He took some time to admire himself in the mirror, the way the pouch hugged his junk and the straps lifted his bubbly bunny butt. No one in the gym really noticed how sexy he looked right now. Their loss.

He made his way to the weights - here was the fun part. He was looking forward to this part all week. He was going to graduate up a bit, see how much more weight he could take. He could bench press about 80 kilograms without breaking a sweat. Another 10 or 20 kilos would put him through his paces, but that might have drawn some un-wanted suspicion as to his true identity. He did need a spotter, though...

"H-hey Theo!"

Theo turned to see Zeph slithering apologetically towards him. Zeph was trying to stare directly at Theo's face, and failing. Theo reached up to take off the shades, but then he remembered there was no need for that, so he kept them on.

"Sorry, you, uh, I think you dropped your pass." Zeph was fidgeting with the card. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't, uh, you know, forget it."

"Thanks," Theo said, taking the card back and slipping it into the hem of his jockstrap. Judging from the way the naga choked on his own breath as he watched the card's journey, Theo could tell that Zeph really wanted to fuck him. Maybe he would. He did enjoy having a post-workout fuck.

"Hey, could you spot for me?" Theo asked, letting his fingers linger at the waistband.

"S-s-sure!" Zeph lisped and stammered, quickly moving his red, brown and yellow coils pool around the bench before moving just over him.

He sat down on the bench. The toy on the bench slipped right into his tail hole, fitting like a glove. Theo grunted from the exertion as he laid back and looked up at the skinny reptile.

"A-are you sure you can handle this?" Zeph asked.

"Sure thing," Theo said, giving him a wink. "Just keep an eye on me, let me know when I hit 50 reps."

Zeph smelled really sweaty, not to mention the clear musk of arousal. The pale red tint of the visor made the snake look like he was blushing. It was a good look for him. As he lifted the barbell, exhaling through his nose, Theo let his bulge flex and throb a little. He could see Zeph's gaze leap to it. Theo really liked being stared at like this. It was transgressive, and it made him feel a little slutty. But he kind of liked that. Maybe he could be even sluttier.

After a couple of reps, Theo could feel his body heating up. His mouth felt a little dry. He needed something to work with. He tilted his head back, and saw the naga's shaft bulging underneath the skirt he wore. Zeph was looking left and right, nervous and shaky.

Theo knew the poor thing needed help. He eased up the fabric, exposing the tip of the cock, and let it slip into his mouth. He tasted salt on his tongue as the flesh brushed along his mouth. The naga was decently endowed, filling up Theo's maw and throbbing pleasantly. His nose fluttered against the belly-scutes just under Zeph's balls, breathing in the arousing scent.

Zeph's stifled moans were music to his ears. As soothing and pleasant as the relaxing tones that told him he was a good muscleslut.

As he sucked, Theo kept pumping iron. He took his time, since he was now multi-tasking, but the endorphin rush of pleasure that pushed through him every time he relaxed and brought the barbell down made him throb and drip in his now bulging green jock. He worked his suckling into the rhythm too. He opened his mouth a little and inhaled as he lifted, swirling his tongue around it for one, two, three licks, then he gave the cock a big hug with his mouth as he brought it back down. It felt like he could cum just from doing this.

The spirals on the visor pulsed a little more freely, no longer hidden in the periphery of his consciousness. His eyes flickered and rolled, overwhelmed by the bands of red and white as they twisted his mind into knots and smoothed out the wrinkles in his brain. The pulses made his throat tighten and squeeze, milking out pre-cum from the pent-up snake. He could feel the shaft tightening in his mouth too, the poor thing's orgasm was close...

"U-uh, that's 50!" The naga pulled back suddenly as though the rabbit's mouth was about to burn him. Theo gasped and groaned; both from the slight burning ache in his muscles and the void left in his mouth.

"Shit, okay, uh..." he was finding it hard to form words, not to mention he was still drooling away. His befuddled brain wasn't perceiving the swirling shapes on the visor, even though it was melting more and more of his will and conscious thought with each repetitive pulse.

"Uhhh, so... like..." Theo rubbed his head sluggishly, his dick still throbbing in his jock, now soaked from an emerald colour to almost black. "What was I gonna do next?"

STAND, the spirals said.

"Yes, stand," he said with a little nod, swinging his legs over and standing up.

TIME TO DO YOUR SQUATS, the spirals said.

"Yes, time to do my squats..." The hare started to grope at himself, stroking his erect shaft through his underwear, without a care in his empty head. His programming and conditioning had well and truly kicked in, leaving him an empty-headed hunk of meat.

"Sss-s-so," Zeph stammered, his natural serpentine lisp coming to the fore. "Do you need me to k-keep sssspotting for you?"

"Huh? Wha...?" Theo smiled drunkenly as he looked at the snake's black-scaled head. He didn't even comprehend what was just said to him. The red spirals scrubbed that clean. It probably wasn't important. Nothing was really important to him right now - except, of course, for continuing his workout and his preparations.

Theo stepped away from the bench, towards a cushioned mat with a hole cut out in the middle. Nearby there were several toys. The synthetic cocks stood to attention, graduating up in size until they were as big and long as Theo's forearm.

YOU WANT TO PRACTICE WITH THE BIGGEST COCK, the spirals told him.

"Yes," Theo agreed, "I want to practice with the biggest one." he took the large red shaft (his fingers and thumb barely managing to fit halfway around it) and brought it to the round divot in the floor, where he pushed and nestled it inside until it was nice and snug.

As he tucked the cock in, a stream of lube oozed down from above Theo. He looked up to see Zeph was helpfully applying the sauce to make the shaft glisten. The snake smiled nervously, his tongue flitting rapidly as though he had a compulsion to scent the air.

"Thanks, babe," the himbo hare said, standing up to give him a hungry kiss right on his lips. A shiver traveled the whole way down the naga's body, and he whimpered with delirium before pulling back.

"S-sorry," Zeph said. "I'm n-not ss-s-supposed to be..."

Theo had already forgotten, the spirals reminding him to continue his workout. His mouth needed to be stimulated and warmed up for the next part of his training. He would get a head start here.

He positioned himself over the shaft and squatted down low. It only took a little bit of gyrating and tweaking to ease the thick cock into him. There was a little burn of discomfort, but that was overruled by the flood of pleasure as soon as the cock reached his prostate. He squatted as low as he could, almost taking the whole dildo inside him without breaking a sweat. The hypnotized hero hare exhaled rapidly through his pursed lips as he raised his legs again. The cock slipped free from his tailhole. The emptiness he felt was the only bad part of the workout, and it was easily remedied by pushing right back down again and filling himself the way a good super-slut should. His rock hard cock throbbed each time he reached the hilt, and trembled whenever he lifted up again. His eyes rolled up into his head, but were coaxed back to staring at the mind-melting spirals as his mind got blackout drunk on arousal. It was the best state to be in for his next job.

Up and down, up and down, he continued to squat and stretch himself out. He felt another presence move into his personal space. He could hear some shouting too, and the familiar voice of Zeke apologizing and simpering. He was too busy fucking himself to feel any empathy for him. Though the taste of his cock in his mouth lingered.

LIFT YOUR ARMS, the spirals told him.

"Yes, I'll lift my arms," Theo said. His palms pressed into a metal bar, and it rested over his shoulders as he took the weight of the barbell. He braced it and gripped himself tightly, the extra exertion making his cock throb harder, more violently.

"He's doing a good job," a nearby voice said. A scaly tail curled around his ankle and slithered up his bending legs to give his cock a grope. It felt amazing, but he didn't pay it much mind. He kept thrusting and bobbing on the cock, doing as the spirals told him. That was all that mattered to him now. He was still only warming up, after all. He had a long shift ahead of him.

--

-I still can't believe we managed to get someone like him. He's the spitting image of Helix Hare.

-Exactly what our clients want.

-Yes. When's the next one arriving?

-They'll be pulling up in the next half hour, and they have him booked all night.

-Think they'll tip this time?

-I doubt it. Fuckin' cheapskates.

-What're we gonna do about Zeke?

-Eh, it's a first offence, and the kid's been working hard. Let him be. Maybe he can be this bunny's personal assistant... then we won't have to worry about giving him a raise.

-Good thinking.

--

Helix Hare's mouth was hanging open, his whole body dripping and radiating warmth and sweat. He was up to his fiftieth rep, with no signs of slowing down. His muscles ached deliciously, and his cock was pushing the jock strap to its limits. He was in a state of perfect flow, his mind bathed and drowned in the crimson spirals and the thumping hypnotic rhythms in his head. His conscious thought had vanished a long time ago.

Large hands grasped his hands, and eased the barbell from his shoulders. The relief that coursed through him when the weight was lifted was erotic. He nearly came right then and there.

DO NOT CUM, the spirals reminded him.

"Yes, I w-won't c-cum..." Helix Hare moaned.

YOU ARE HELIX HARE, THE HORNIEST HERO IN THE WORLD.

"Yes, I am...." his lips curled up into a grin as drool poured from his mouth.

--

-Let's hear him say it. The clients were clear about this.

--

YOU ARE HELIX HARE, THE HORNIEST HERO IN THE WORLD.

"I'm Helix Hare! The Horniest Hero i-in the World!"

AGAIN.

"I'm H-Helix Hare! The Horniest... H...Haaah..."

Helix Hare's body was spasming, his walls squeezing tightly around the thick tool. His eyes were rolling up into his head, his vision a blurry smear of red and black. It matched his mind - his higher functions were long gone, leaving him a quivering, servile piece of muscular meat. Even though his thighs still ached, he kept squatting, rising, and squatting again. The massive cock slid in and out of him without a hint of resistance. He was too gone to keep track of his reps. If he was keeping track, he would have realized that he had smashed his previous record harder than he was smashing his insides.

"I'm Helix Hare!" Theo threw his head back and screamed with ecstasy. "The Horniest Hero in the world!"

More words were dictated, and he repeated with even greater enthusiasm

"I can't wait to be fucked! I love to be fucked! Please fuck me as long and as hard as you like! I love having an ass full of cum! Especially yours...! Please, Master, fuck me! I am Helix Hare! The Horniest Hero in the world! I love you, Master...! H-nnnnhannhn..."

He almost came so many times throughout the process. But a flash of spirals, almost painfully intense, pushed him back from the brink and reminded him that climaxing was very much not allowed. His green jock was well and truly soaked with his fluids, his dick endlessly throbbing and pulsing out more greasy clear fluid. It was soaking down under the fork of his legs, too.

STOP.

"Y...yeah...nnnhn..." Helix Hare stood to attention on wobbly legs, his asshole throbbing and flexing needily to fill that emptiness. Something soft and scaly touched him on the tip of his cock, squeezed it and milked out a little more of his pre. It traced a long slow trail to his behind, tracing a ring along the velvety flesh before slipping inside.

"Hahnnh..." he let out a long gasp, his eyes rolling up into his head. It was so hard to stay upright. But he was well trained, good at following his orders, and slipping into his role.

--

-Fuck me, this jockstrap is ruined.

-Just throw it in the sink and blast it with cold water. We've got a few extra pairs anyway.

-Doesn't the client like 'em leaky and stained though?

-Up to him, really. This one's ready. You all set, "Helix Hare?"

--

"I'm Helix Hare...! The Horniest Hero in the World! I can't wait to be fucked!"

Just saying those words gave Helix Hare a feeling of bliss he never had, nor ever would experience again. It felt like every inch of him was on the brink of orgasm when he said it, so deliciously, torturously close to climax. It filled him with the desire to repeat it over and over, keeping himself on the edge, gooning without even touching himself.

He loved his workouts so very, very much. Almost as much as he loved being a fucktoy for his rich clients.

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