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"It's just... oh god..." Corey grit his teeth and clenched his fists tight. "Every workout coach gives me is... damnit!"

"Just breathe, Patterson," Trevor spoke calmly, his voice not betraying a trace of discomfort. "We'll switch in a moment."

"Yeah yeah, sorry..." Corey replied, the buck hissed through his teeth. "It's like... he only wants me to bulk up! I don't want to bulk up though! I'm happy where I am size-wise!"

"You're a good size, man," The larger bull chuckled, glancing up at the clock on the far wall. "Alright, switch."

The two males rolled to the left, propping their weight up on their left arms while keeping their bodies straight lines facing the right wall of the gym. Corey took some time to steady his balance as his eyes were drawn directly to the flexing muscles of the bovine before him. The jet black fur of his exposed shoulders and arms glistened in the light of the gym, catching each subtle curve and flex of his body as they planked.

Thankful that his jock was a snug enough fit to keep him modest, Corey let his eyes roam over the bovine's back, revelling in the loose top he wore, the baggy gym shorts as well as his powerful limbs in equal measure. The biceps on Trevor could crush a melon, and the deer felt a shiver as he imagined it closing instead around his neck.

"I'll talk with coach about it, how's that?" The bull carried on as if he wasn't being eye-fucked from behind by a horny junior. "Shouldn't be getting pressured into being something you don't want to be. Switch."

Corey was so lost in thought he didn't immediately turn over to his other arm. His eyes snapped from Trevor's backside to his gorgeous amber irises, locking gazes with the bull for the briefest of eternities before he scrambled to his other arm and faced away from him.

The quick switch made him struggle once again to keep his balance, and in the process of steadying himself, Corey felt the fabric of his shorts ride up between his cheeks. His face burned hotly, but he knew that trying to fix the awkward wedgie would only make the entire situation more painfully embarrassing, so he instead focused all of his willpower on getting through the final stretch of the plank.

"We have a meeting on Monday, I'll tell him to lay off," The bovine carried on, suppressing a grin at the toned bubbly orbs of Corey's backside became accentuated by the tightened fabric of his shorts. "But, he's an ornery bastard. I'll need a favour in return for the headache."

"F-favour?" Corey's arm was beginning to tremble, his stomach tightening harder and harder as his energy rapidly fled him. He couldn't put up with much more of the exercise, and he had long since lost track of how long the two had been at it. "F-fine!"

"Time!"

The deer slumped onto the hard mat below him, immediately rolling onto his back and panting heavily with an arm draped over his eyes. Their workout was finally complete, and his body was starting to feel the hard work he had put into it and then some. Eager to convince the assistant coach that he was taking his training seriously, he had definitely pushed himself further than he ever had before, and he would likely be paying for it the next day.

There was a heavy thump on the mat beside his head, making him jump and snap his arm away from his eyes.

Looming over him, with a knee planted on either side of his head, Trevor sat upright, the left leg of his loose shorts hanging very much open over the deer's stunned face. With his antlers having recently moulted, the bull's muscular knees were planted so close to Corey's head that he could feel the heat from his body on the sides of his head, and he couldn't stop a shiver running down his spine.

In spite of the lack of light reaching under the fabric, the deer could make out the definite shape of an utterly bare set of genitals. The bull had gone commando for their entire workout, which shocked Corey almost as much as the size of the orbs that hung almost halfway down to his twitching nose. The dimly illuminated sack gently swayed side to side as Trevor moved his hips, the motion almost hypnotizing the gulping cervine.

He opened his mouth to ask what the senior was doing when a thick bead of precum dripped from the deeper darkness of the bull's shorts. The sweet liquid landed on Corey's upper lip, his tongue swiftly retrieving the delicious treat as his eyes locked on to the barely noticeable wrinkled foreskin hanging from the other male's cock. Moment by moment the beast was creeping into better view, plumping up but remaining pointed directly downwards, as if its weight was too much for his blood to lift it.

"Not gonna force ya," Trevor chuckled. "But trying to talk down coach out of an idea is annoying. This seemed like a good form of payment."

If the sheer audacity of the bovine's actions weren't the icing on the cake for Corey's already substantial attraction to him, the heavy scent of his privates sealed away any hesitation he might have considered. That strong odour of a heavily worked male, the faintest hint of that sweet precum, the damp heat of the underside of that beefy shaft as Trevor shifted his legs further apart and lowered himself even more to bump his package over Corey's drowning nose.

His eyes were transfixed on the large orbs hanging above, so close that he could lift his head only slightly to drag his tongue across the velvety smooth fur covering them. They tasted largely similar to how the bull naturally smelled, but with an extra kick of tang due to their workout. Corey dragged his tongue to and fro, snaking it as far up the dangling sack as he could before drawing one of the orbs into his mouth fully.

"Good boy." Trevor grunted, spreading his legs a touch further to ensure the deer wouldn't have to strain his neck to get more access to what he wanted.

While the cervine suckled and slurped at one of his nuts, the larger male slid a hand down Corey's trim stomach towards the hem of his shirt. He drank in the sight of the smaller, slimmer student, easily able to picture the deer begging on his knees or laying back with his legs spread wide, or even just simply sleeping next to the bull in his bed...

A wet pop made Trevor's ears twitch, his head lowering to look back between his beefy legs. The deer's entire muzzle was shoved up into the hot crevice between the bull's thick thighs and his dangling, stiffening package. What he couldn't see Corey's head through his shorts, he could certainly feel as the junior switched his attentions to his other testicle, eagerly plopping the fat orb into his muzzle and drenching the fine fur with his tongue.

"Could've gotten you to do this for free." The bull chuckled, reaching a hand down the front of Corey's snug shorts and giving the deer's own straining package a firm squeeze.

He wasn't too concerned about that, however, not that the cervine seemed to mind at all with his entire focus being on drowning himself in the bull's musky crotch. His hand continued forward, leaving the twitching lump of deer dick behind and travelling into the more intense heat between his inner thighs. A thick middle finger trailed down Corey's taint, making the deer squirm on the floor, stopping when it found its prize.

Instantly, Trevor got to work rubbing his finger over the tight star, forcing Corey's legs apart with his other hand to give him better access. The deer, for his part, never relented in his tongue bathing worship of his sack, moving from one nut to the next and back again, and seemed all too happy to let his legs be spread open. His only tangible objection to any of what was currently happening was a desperate groan and squeeze of the bovine's thighs as Trevor removed his hand to lather his digits in saliva.

He adjusted his stance once again, dragging the ball Corey had been eagerly suckling out of his mouth and getting his fat shaft in a better spot. The deer didn't waste an instant when he realized the new treat on offer. His hands slid up the bull's shorts and helped guide the dripping foreskin to his lips where his tongue lapped up a fresh glob of precum. It took Corey some effort to snake his tongue into the foreskin itself, earning a loud grunt from Trevor as the slick muscle finally found the soaked head of his cock and began its assault.

Trevor would never admit to how quickly a skilled tongue in his foreskin could drive him to his peak, so he swiftly dropped his waist and sank several thick inches into the deer's muzzle. Corey had to pull his tongue free, his entire body tensing as the sweet head of Trevor's shaft sank to the back of his throat. His eyes screwed shut as the bull's saliva soaked balls bounced and settled over them, leaving him in an ocean of nothing but taste and smell, backed by the rhythmic huffing of his breath struggling to escape his encased nose.

Corey drew in a sharp musky breath, or what little of one he could manage through the heavy sack covering his face, when his tail hole was breached by a slick finger and a swift jab. His grip on the bull's thighs was becoming more desperate as the seconds ticked by and the fingers popped in.

Trevor's index and ring fingers were flexing and pumping in short forceful motions, pumping the smaller deer and loosening him up. The struggling taps of Corey's slender hooves on the hard mat of the floor as his air supply ran low drew a devilish grin from the bovine as he gently rolled his hips forward and back in a fluid motion. Frantic motions slowed a bit as now and then the junior could manage to suck in the occasional deeper breath, but that wouldn't last long as Trevor became more interested in mounting the other male properly.

Choked gurlges and desperate taps on his thigh told him that the deer was both about to pass out and suffocate, as well as ready to let the bull finally move to the next stage. At least, that's what Trevor told himself.

He withdrew his fingers and lifted his hips enough that Corey could finally free his muzzle entirely. The smaller male gasped and coughed, gulping down saliva, precum, and air in equal measure as one of his hands snapped to his throat to try and soothe the ache Trevor's cock had left behind.

"Roll over." The bull commanded, reaching a hand down between his legs to give the side of Corey's muzzle a few firm pats. "Face the mirrors."

The far wall was one giant mirror, what Corey had jokingly referred to as the 'Vanity Wall' when he had first attended his training with Trevor. Now, as he crawled out from under the kneeling bull to get himself into position, he couldn't have been happier to see it.

Slumping finally onto his stomach, facing away from the bovine, Corey ogled their reflection as the blood drained from his face.

Trevor looked more massive than he had before, surely a trick of the deer's mind as the bull had suddenly become so much larger than life to him. He was willingly submitting to the ebony beast behind him, feeling so small and weak and fragile in comparison and loving every second of it. A feral minotaur had visited him in his raunchiest dreams before, and Trevor was as close to the real thing as it was possible to get.

The back of his shorts were yanked down, exposing his flagged tail and plump ass cheeks. He could see the hunger and triumph in the bull's face, the sight making Corey blush and grin stupidly as he realized just how much the bull wanted him.

'Want' might not have been a strong enough word though.

Corey's grin turned into a grimace as the thick truncheon of bull cock pressed down in the valley of his cheeks, zeroing in on his hole as if drawn to it by a magnet. Trevor's fingers had been one thing, and the worst of the pain was non-existent as the bovine pressed forward. He didn't 'want' the deer anymore; he _demanded_him.

An inch sunk in with nothing more than a gasp through grit teeth, but Trevor wasn't waiting for the cervine to acclimate to his size. He pressed and pressed, sinking another inch, then another. Corey's gasping breaths turned into groaning exhalations as he struggled to relax himself, his body on fire as he was impaled on the large bull cock.

Looking into the mirror once more through squinting eyes, Corey became acutely aware of just how small he really was compared to the bovine. The sight of his upturned ass obscuring Trevor's crotch drove the deer wild, his body automatically pushing back against the intruder bludgeoning its way inside him.

"Oh... god..." Corey's words came out in short clipped breaths, his forehead dropping to the floor as Trevor finally sank every last inch of his dick under his tail. "F-fuck..."

Trevor didn't bother saying anything, lost as he was in the squeezing hot depths of the deer's ass. He paused only a moment before beginning to roll his hips again, as eager to feel that plush backside clap against his pelvis as he was to see the ring of muscle pull away from the cervine with his withdrawals, as if desperate to keep him buried as deep as possible. Impressed as he was that the smaller male took him so expertly, the bull couldn't stop himself from ramping up his thrusts.

The small gym filled with a delicious wet clapping and the heavy breathing of two males in heat.

Corey whined and drooled onto the floor, ogling from an awkward angle the sight of the bull sitting up straight, tilting his head back, and groaning loudly as his strong hands yanked the deer's hips back against each of his thrusts. He was vaguely aware of the soaked fabric of his jock as an orgasm was forced from him, the pouch stretching desperately as it drooled the deer's seed onto the floor.

"Fuck..." The bull grunted, his eyes screwed shut as his pace had a momentary falter.

"Fuck!" Trevor bellowed when his orgasm hit swiftly, slamming himself into Corey as hard as he could and holding for only a moment before withdrawing again. He drove himself into the deer again and again, the clapping noise becoming wetter and wetter as his load managed to seep out from around his cock to ooze down the deer's taint and thighs.

When the bovine plateaued, his thrusts slowed, becoming almost languid in their pace as his chest heaved with deep breaths. He didn't relinquish his grip on Corey's hips, not wanting to risk the deer collapsing entirely before he was done riding out the orgasm.

After several long minutes, the bull paused, hilting himself fully in the deer's ass and squeezing his hips before sitting back on his ankles. He dragged Corey off the floor, keeping the younger male affixed to his cock and letting him flop back against his broad chest.

"So," Trevor huffed. "I'll talk with coach Monday."

"Th-tha..." Corey was a delirious wreck, but the corners of his mouth were curved upwards in a drunken grin. "Thanks..."

"Until then," The bovine rubbed his hands up and down the smaller male's sides, soothing the vacant deer. "What do you say you come back to my place?"