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Corrections of Impressions

for Bovoof

by Draconicon

"And make sure that you don't strain yourself; this machine's got a few kinks in it when you get to the heavier weights," Barbados said, the rhino pointing at the eighty-pound mark and up. "If you go here -"

"I get it, I get it."

"Do you?"

Lyle shrugged. It was the same basic idea as every other machine, as far as he could tell. Don't go overboard, don't push yourself too hard, and give yourself a break between your sets. It was the same rules that every gym had when you were first starting out, and he was sure that he could handle it. Probably better than most; he'd been working out at his home gym for a while, and he'd only taken a membership here at The High Bar to expand what workout opportunities he had.

"Alright, kid. You think you got it? Go for it, but remember the rules. Don't fuck around in my gym, you understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"Hope you do."

The skunk shrugged again as the rhino stood up. He shared a brief eye-to-eye with the gym's owner, having to look up at the foot-taller male to meet his eyes, before the bigger male turned and left. The soft click, click, click sounds of the various weight machines in use reasserted themselves in his ears, and he shook his head as he sat down at the machine.

Ain't that fucking complicated, he thought, shifting the weight bar down to the hundred-pound mark. I can handle that, I think. Was pushing seventy with squats, and this is supposed to be easier.

Lyle lay back on the leg press machine, breathing out slowly as he got comfortable against the padded seat. The hand-grips were quality, he had to admit, and so was the cushioning; most gyms were pretty bare-bones with this stuff, but at least the equipment here seemed to be pretty up to par with what people should be using.

Pity the staff ain't as good...

He glanced out of the corner of his eye as he got himself into position, legs bent and pressed against the big steel plate just a little over his head. Shuffling around in the machine as he got himself properly situated, it was hard not to keep an eye on the rhino. Barbados had already left him behind, having gone over to one of the other regulars - or at least, as far as he could tell, a regular, considering that they were chatting like old friends - and the big rhino seemed almost like he was flirting. At the very least, he was getting very...touchy...with the dolphin on the bench press.

Lyle didn't mind that part of it, at least, not much. He was bi, himself, and it made him rather comfortable to see an out gay man as the owner of the gym. Hell, the flirting didn't even bother him - after all, just because he was a guy didn't mean that Barbados would be interested in him - but it was more the way that the big guy was doing his flirting.

And touching, considering it was with a bare foot.

Come on, we're all working out here. At least put on some shoes or something, he thought, looking away from the way that the rhino was putting his bare, gray foot right on the dolphin's chest. There was some sort of teasing going on there, some sort of competition, but he was done trying to sort that out. Better to focus on his own workout for now.

Okay. Hundred pounds. Let's do this.

After all, he rationalized, it was a leg press. If it was too heavy, it was built to take that sort of weight slamming back down. Yeah, it'd make a hell of a racket, but it wasn't going to hurt him. He could let go and it'd slam down and he'd be fine. It was a good way to test things. Lyle took one more deep breath, then pushed -

Click.

Clack.

Tink.

The skunk's eyes went wide as he heard the sound of something coming loose from the equipment and hitting the ground. As he tried to twist his head around to see what it was, his legs kept pushing on reflex, lifting the bar up from its resting position, and he could already tell that the weight was more than his legs were ready for. A hundred pounds on lean limbs was more than he should have tried at the start. Lyle let his legs relax -

"FUCK!"

Only to realize that the press was already coming down faster than it should. He shoved up again, whimpering as he felt his muscles straining, bones aching from the extra pressure coming down and the strain of trying to keep it up. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

The mirror to his left finally showed him what it was. Something had come loose on the track that the plate slid on; the strain of the extra weight must have slid it out of place, and now, there was no safety to rest the weight on. He couldn't take his legs off the plate, and he didn't have the strength to push it up the rest of the way to get out from under it. He didn't even have the strength to push it up enough to try and roll away as it came crashing down. It took everything that he had just to keep it aloft by a few inches, and it was killing his legs.

"Help!" he screamed. "Help!"

His knees felt like they were on fire, and his legs felt like they were on the verge of cracking. His bones felt like matchsticks under a brick, barely holding together and threatening to give out at any second. The thudding sounds of something meaty hitting the ground filled his ears as he saw stars, wheezing and whimpering as he tried to keep the deathtrap steel plate over him. His legs bent a bit, then a bit more -

Thunk.

And then it stopped. Lyle panted as the steel plate lifted an inch, then another, halted and reversed in its descent by a big, gray hand. His legs fell, aching already, as he followed the gray flesh up from wrist to shoulder to head. Barbados looked down at him, the one-horned rhino slowly shaking his head.

"What'd I tell you about going too high with the weight?"

"..."

"Get off the machine, kid."

He didn't have the strength to stand. As it stood, he barely had the presence of mind to roll to the side. He hit the ground with a thump, blushing in humiliation as the gym owner slowly reduced the weight bit by bit. The sheer difference in mass between the two of them was ever more apparent; Barbados was holding all that weight up with one hand, while using the other to take the weights off piecemeal. When the weights finally hit zero, he lowered the plate to a resting position, and only then did the big guy address him once more.

"Come with me."

"Nngh?" Lyle groaned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -"

"You know what? No. We're doing this right here."

The rhino yanked him to his feet by the scruff of his neck, turning in place. Lyle groaned, forced to look at himself in the mirror to the side, and it painted a rather worrying picture.

He'd never been the most built of skunks. Some members of his species were able to get quite large, quite 'swol,' as the term was, but he wasn't one of them. Oh, there were corded muscles along his legs, and he had no fat to speak of, but he wasn't the sort of guy with a lot of bulges and bulk along his body. That was the whole reason he was here, after all, to have the equipment to start getting that. The most that he had to claim 'masculinity' in the gym was a decent package that showed through his shorts when he walked around, but...

Well, then there was Barbados, the giant gray-skinned rhino at his side, and the fact that, even though he was being held by the scruff of the neck to the point where his feet no longer touched the floor, the skunk still came under the rhino in height. In sheer size and mass, there was no contest; the bigger male had shoulders that would threaten the sides of the average doorway, and his chest was so firm and solid that he looked like he'd raise a shirt his size up just like a big-breasted woman might do. Every square inch of his body was the sort of thing that belonged on a muscle-builder's magazine, running from those ripped shoulders down to his tight waist, thick thighs, and thick...other things.

"I warned you about that; I told you the rules," Barbados said.

"I know, I know, and I screwed up. I'm sorry."

"No. I told you the rules, and you ignored it. An apology doesn't cut it. Did you even read the membership agreement?"

Does anyone? the smart-ass side of him wanted to ask, but even he knew that it would be a bad time to indulge that part of him. The rhino wasn't mad, per se, but he certainly wasn't happy, and antagonizing him just seemed like a really, really bad idea.

"I...I skimmed it," he admitted.

"Then you missed this bit. Come on."

He felt like some naughty kit rather than an adult as he was literally carried through the gym, the looser skin at the back of his neck not making this feel much better. All the eyes of the regulars were on him, and he blushed as he saw some of them thumbs-upping each other, and others watching him with a smile and a lick that was far more worrying than he had ever imagined such a thing would be.

Finally, they reached one of the empty bench press benches, and Barbados lowered him to it, back down, face up. Before Lyle could sit up, one of the regulars passed the rhino a couple of resistance bands, and the skunk yelped as he was tied down, his arms pinned to his sides and his legs pulled over the edge, tied to the legs of the bench. He squirmed against the rubber bands, but they were already pulled out and drawn tight. There was no wiggling free of them, and even trying left him wincing at the friction burns that came with the attempt.

"Alright. You didn't read the rules, so you clearly don't know what's coming," Barbados said, shaking his head. "John? Mind informing the newbie?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure," the dolphin from earlier said, sitting up from his bench. "See, we're pretty open here. Barbados reserves the right to give you a kinky sort of punishment if you start breaking the rules."

"What?!" Lyle blinked. "I didn't - where did it say that?!"

"Third to last page, under consequences for breaking the rules."

He hadn't skimmed that far; he'd read the first two pages, then rushed to the end to see if there were any footnotes or qualifications, and had utterly skipped that middle bit. The skunk groaned under his breath and the rhino sighed.

"Didn't read that, either. Do you pay attention to anything?"

"Just the stuff that makes sense and doesn't waste time," Lyle muttered.

"Well, thanks to you, the whole gym's out a machine and you're wasting your time, and mine, with all this," Barbados said. "You realize that you could have avoided all this if you'd just listened to me, but no. Well, after today, I'm damn sure that you're going to listen to me when I talk, because you're going to remember this for the rest of your life."

Oh god, what are you going to do?

The skunk tensed up as the gym owner looked down at him, trying to imagine what kind of punishment was actually going to be meted out. Was he going to be fucked right there on the gym floor? Fitted with a chastity cage? Go through some CBT?

The only reason that he wasn't out and out terrified was the fact that there were some gym clients that, while wincing in sympathy, were still nodding encouragingly at him. There was no sense of fear, nor any sense of a gang that was looking forward to the new guy getting beaten. There was a very different feeling in the air, almost like this was a thing that just happened from time to time. It made it feel like it couldn't be that bad, but it didn't mean that he wasn't a little nervous.

"Heh...I think I know what I'm going to do to you," Barbados said after a minute of silence. "I'm going to show you why I go barefoot everywhere."

"...That's...that's all?" Lyle asked.

"That's all, he says. Oh, you'll understand soon enough."

Going barefoot? What, was this some sort of foot fetish thing? Compared to getting ass-fucked or locked up or something like that, it seemed pretty mild. Hell, it almost seemed like something that would be more annoying than embarrassing or hot.

Yet, as the rhino peeled the skunk's shorts down, pulling his dick out and letting it lay over his thigh, he couldn't help but blush. The fact that he was tied down and helpless did add something that he hadn't expected, and he was doing his best not to be completely overwhelmed with what was going on around him. His cock, five inches soft, wasn't that small, but it was still nothing compared to some of the other cocks in the building. Particularly the bulge in the rhino's shorts over him.

Then, that big gray foot came up. Five toed, thick and meaty, that big foot was the sort of thing that would completely crush his cock beneath it if it were to stand on him. It was damp, too, damp and musky with a scent that was already rising from the sole itself towards him. He groaned at the heady, warm smell, the scent already hard to ignore, and getting more and more impossible to put out of his head the closer it edged between his legs.

"You ever had a footjob before?" Barbados asked.

"Never...never had anyone that was keen to be used that way," Lyle muttered.

"Used? Heh, kid. You're the one that's going to be used today. You think that someone giving a footjob is the one on the bottom? Ho, ho, you don't understand anything, yet."

The rhino rested his heel against the padded bench, between the skunk's thighs and well back from his balls. And yet, for all the distance, that massive foot came down with a meaty thump against his crotch. Lyle grunted as he felt that wet sole pressing against his groin, rubbing against his balls and his cock at the same time, and he hissed as the rhino rolled his foot back and forth, using the arch and stirrup of his sole to grind against one ball, then the other.

"Heh, look at that. I think I saw his cock twitch. You got a thing for feet, kid?"

"Nnngh...no..."

"Well, you will. They all get one after they learn their lesson."

All around him, he could see boners popping in the shorts of the other gym-goers. Most of them were turning their attention back to their machines, but some were surreptitiously rubbing themselves to the sight of him getting foot-teased. He bit his lips as he felt that foot rubbing further along his shaft. Not even the toes, but the ball of the foot running along his cock, teasing it over his thigh, pinning it in place as the toes curled just a little higher, pulling on his fur, pushing him down. There was a dull ache from his tail being pinned behind him, and his ears folded back as he felt the pressure growing, growing...

And then easing off. He panted as Barbados rolled his foot the other way, toes teasing along his waistline, stroking through the fur before dragging down. Lyle didn't know that someone could be quite this dexterous with their feet, and he certainly hadn't imagined someone having this much power with it. He could already feel a vague urge to thrust, but the bindings around his middle and legs kept him from doing anything of the sort.

"Nnngh..."

"There we are, starting to get good and stiff..."

The rhino dragged his foot down, toes pulling the skunk's shaft off his thigh and over his balls. Instead of just pointing off to the side, it was getting pinned beneath that damp sole, held in place as it stroked down, down, down, leaving little hints of moisture behind, finally pinning his cock just by the head against the plush cushion of the bench press.

Up til that point, the whole thing had been just a novelty. Intense, yes, but mostly through the fact that it was so new rather than because it was particularly hot. That changed as the rhino started wiggling his toes, lifting one and lowering another, teasing either side of the head of his cock. Lyle grunted, bucking and slamming his hips against the binding resistance bands, pulled back down without any ability to thrust.

"NNNGH!"

"Heh, sensitive, are we?"

"Mmmph, that's...that's too..."

"Oh, we're not even getting started yet."

It was a hell of a lot more than he expected, having his tip trapped between those slow-moving toes, feeling the gentle strokes that were getting ever more firm. Each squeeze left him gasping, his eyes rolled back as he felt the tight grip of the two toes, squeezing him like a vise before letting them go again, going back to stroking down one side and up the other. Stroke, curl, stroke, squeeze, stroke, curl. It was an endless, random rhythm that he could not predict, and it was making him stiffen up further and further, faster and faster.

In short order, his cock was hard as a rock beneath that big gray sole, and yet, he had not been touched more than a bit, the toes teasing the tip but the rest of his cock more or less untouched. His shaft, hard at seven inches, pointed straight down rather than straight up, and he whimpered, biting his tongue as he felt how hard and sore his cock was getting. Being pinned down when it wanted to point up was a new experience, and god it was intense. He whimpered, his toes curling against the ground, and the other gym-goers chuckled under their breath at his predicament.

Barbados, on the other hand, just chuckled and leaned in. The rhino's toes slid up his shaft a bit, teasingly pricking at the midpoint with the blunt nails of his toes, the head of the skunk's cock lodged not that far beneath them.

"Looks like you're getting worked up. Sure that you don't have a thing for being underfoot?"

"Nnngh...what...what the fuck...why are you...nnngh..."

"Because you clearly got a thing for ignoring what other people say. Until you get that you need to listen, I'm going to keep you where you belong. Under my heel. And then, you're going to have to convince me that you learned your lesson."

"Convince you...how?"

"You'll figure it out."

"But - NNNGH!"

Barbados had just lifted his foot, and the sheer stiffness of his erection slapped Lyle in the stomach as it flipped up and back. He groaned at the throbbing feeling between his legs, looking down at the throbbing, angry-red dick that was begging for more attention. Both his fists clenched at his sides, wanting to reach down and grab hold of it, and just knowing how desperate he was for that little extra bit of stimulation was more than enough to leave him blushing all the more.

And then...then he felt the weight of that foot on him again. He gasped as he felt the heel running over his balls, the slight roughness and texture of the back of the foot threatening so much more than just a little rub, but not doing more just yet. The rest of the sole, however...

"Ah...ah..."

He bit his lips as the rhino's sole just slowly pressed down on him, gaining in pressure the more that it rested against him. He stared as it came down, slowly lowering over the base of his cock, then further up, with his shaft getting hidden by the large arch, before the ball of the foot came down over the head of his cock. His shaft, despite being seven inches long, didn't even cover most of the underside of that massive foot.

As the rhino's toes danced along his groin, nearly flicking into his belly button, he felt so utterly small. Insignificant was not an inaccurate word, either, as he blushed and shivered. Each little adjustment of position, each roll and teasing grind, sent another shock of pleasure through his cock, making him feel it throb and even -

"There's the first shot..."

A bit of pre-cum had just oozed free, and he whimpered as he felt it getting ground right back into his dick...or his dick grinding the pre-cum into the sole itself, it was hard to tell. All he knew was that his slime was getting rubbed back into the both of them, adding to the wet mess around his cock and the musk that was slowly soaking into his crotch fur.

If he thought the whole thing leading up to that moment had been intense, he had another thing coming. He gasped as the rhino started sliding his foot forward, back, forward, back, always keeping up that intense pressure over the whole length of his cock, but never making it too much. His heel would come back and rest on the skunk's balls, grinding them down just enough to feel the pressure and the threat, but never enough to take it to actual pain. Those toes would slide back, resting on his tip for a moment, drumming into that sensitive spot just below the head, and then -

"Mmmph!"

Then the whole thing would slide forward, rubbing along his shaft, teasing towards the head, gathering what little loose skin there was and pulling it up. The weight of Barbados's foot would grind his cock right into his belly fur, keeping him from doing anything but just taking the tease.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

The constant grinding soon had him oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet, and there was nothing that he could do to speed it up or slow it down. His legs were trapped, spread apart by being tied to the table, and his eyes were rolled back as he felt the constant teasing, the edging, everything driving him mad. His mouth hung open as he panted for breath, and through it all, the rhino just smirked at him.

"Where do you belong?" the rhino asked.

"Nnngh..."

"Speak."

"I...I - ah!"

Another little tease, shifting up the position. No longer running that foot from heel on balls and up, but rather sideways. His cock was trapped beneath the rhino's arch, pressed down and folded against his stomach, forcefully 'ridden' by the little channel that created. He gasped for breath, the grind-stroking speeding up for nearly a minute. His balls rose up, almost on the edge of getting off -

And then it stopped again. He whimpered, huffing and puffing, shaking his head and whispering.

"Please...please...please..."

"Where do you belong?"

"Nnngh..."

"This is going to keep going until you learn your lesson. Here, at my gym, where do you belong?"

"Nnngh...Under..."

He had to say it, right? He just had to say it. And then he'd get to cum - and get loose, he tried to tell himself, get loose, which was the more important part, right? - and then it would be done. Lyle panted, the skunk's toes curling, his body breaking out in a sweaty rush as he tried to speak -

"NNNGH!"

The rhino stepped on the bench properly, the toes of one foot pulling playfully on his balls, while the other was busy 'stomping' his cock into his stomach. One step, then a break, then another step, pinning his cock against his fur, grinding his pre-cum into his crotch. It was impossible not to moan from that, his mouth hanging open as he just kept oozing, more and more of his cock slime covering that sole, leaving it shiny whenever he looked down at it.

"Where do you belong?" the rhino asked again.

"Under your - under your heel!" he managed to gasp out.

"That's better. And what does that mean?"

"I do - nnngh - I do what you say! I do what you say!"

"Then cum."

"MMMPH!"

Something just clicked when the rhino demanded that he go over the edge. He wasn't sure what it was, but it forced him to cum right then and there, despite how much he had been held back up to that point. His cock leaped, and Barbados forced it down, managing an insane balancing act by standing on one foot and milking his cock with the other, painting his own feet with the skunk's seed.

Pulse, pulse, pulse went his throbbing cock, and he felt an odd sense of pleasure as he was 'allowed' to cum and paint those soles with his seed. Each white string against those gray feet felt almost...almost good to deliver, like he had done something right. He didn't know why, but it felt good to be milked...milked of his...

"Nnngh...nngh! Sensitive!" he begged as the stroking didn't stop.

"I didn't say that you'd be done with one."

"No, wait, you can't - AGH!"

Someone had pulled a chair over, and as soon as Barbados sat down, both feet slapped around the skunk's cock. He wasn't allowed to go soft; the stroking began anew, rolling along his shaft, squeezing it from either side as he was stroked, stroked, stroked, his shaft trapped between the arches of those gray soles as his seed was rubbed back into his dick...and his cock used to massage all that white goo into the rhino's soles, for that matter.

Through it all, Barbados was pitching a tent, but the gym owner hadn't pulled his pants down, nor had he done anything to satisfy himself. If anything, he was being utterly professional, purely using the 'pleasure' of the moment as a punishment for the skunk. And those feet...those massive, squishy, meaty feet were still stroking away, jerking up, down, up, down, constantly beating at his stamina. He could feel his balls trying to pull up again, even as the pain-pleasure of hyper-stimulation only grew worse. He whimpered, biting his lips, trying to keep his mouth shut, but the little whines were getting past his teeth, and there was nothing that he could do about the constant needy little moans that were echoing inside him.

It hurt.

It felt so good.

And he couldn't stop.

"Nnngh...nnngh...NNNGH!"

He couldn't even arch his back against the bench as he came again, but his balls rose as much as they could. This time, there was no forceful extended milking, but rather, a sudden lunge. The rhino's hand against the base of his cock forced it to point up, and this time, he had a perfect view of seeing his seed painting the undersides of those feet, getting them good and slick with his own white lines of seed.

He panted, barely able to breathe after that second orgasm. He felt drained, completely winded from what had been taken from him, and his cock...

His cock barely throbbed, but as those toes curled, it still twitched. Lyle moaned in frustration and exhaustion.

"Why...what..."

"Do you understand where you belong now?" Barbados asked.

"Nnngh...I'm...I'm supposed to stay...under your heel..."

"Until you learn how to follow instructions, you're going to stay at my heels. I'm going to pick your exercises, and you're going to follow them. When I know you're not going to do anything stupid, I'll let you loose again, but until then, you're nothing more, and nothing less, than my personal student. Got that?"

"Nnngh..."

"Got that?" the rhino repeated, grinding his toes into the skunk's balls.

"Got it, got it!"

"Good..."

With a nod to the others gathered 'round, the resistance bands were finally pulled loose. It wasn't as much of a release as the skunk had been hoping for; he could already tell that his 'freedom' was far more limited than it had been.

Yet, despite the humiliation, he couldn't say that he didn't deserve at least a portion of that. He still remembered the fear that had come crashing down nearly as hard as that steel plate had. That wasn't a mistake that he could make twice; he'd been lucky that Barbados had come running as fast as he had, considering that Lyle still remembered how close his legs had been to giving out before the steel plate had been caught and trapped. Just thinking of it was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

Much as he hated to admit it, there was some point to the punishment.

"Get up," the rhino said.

Lyle did as he was told, wobbling, his cock still throbbing. He reached for his shorts, only for the rhino to shake his head.

"No. You don't need those."

"Wha -"

"Not for the rest of the day. You go back to my office, and you get under the desk; I'll be there in a few minutes, and you can get back to lotioning my feet."

"...L-lotioning?"

"Yeah," the dolphin said, coming up from behind and patting the skunk on the shoulder. "Barbados likes the feeling of getting all slimy down there. Kind of his kink. You'd think that he was some sort of slut for how much he likes cum, but -"

"Watch it, or you take second shift. 'Pump' takes third."

"Pump?" Lyle whimpered.

"Another guy, a wotter that he took in a while back. Guy basically lives in Barbados's apartment, these days."

This whole thing seemed utterly impossible. Not only was the gym a place where sexual punishments could be handed out, but the guys were all okay with it? And they talked about it this casually? And -

"My office," Barbados said. "Back of the building, two doors down the hall."

"..."

"Get moving, Lyle."

"Yes, sir."

His cock bobbed up and down as he walked through the gym, his face on fire as he slowly came back down to reality. He was going to be a foot-soaking cum-machine for the next few hours, and while he had never imagined having so strong a foot fetish as this, he wasn't going to deny that there was some part of him that was enjoying this. Not as much as if this had been completely consensual perhaps, but...well...

There's a lesson to be learned here...

From now on, he would read the contracts, he would listen to the rules, and he wouldn't just think that he knew better. Lyle would learn from this, he promised himself, and one way or another, he wouldn't be caught in such ridiculous situations again.

But...

Until then...

He reached the rhino's office, his hand on the doorknob after he pushed it in. The underside of the desk was large, and he could tell that this wasn't the first time that someone had been ordered beneath the desk. His cock twitched up and down as he looked at the little holes worn through the carpet by someone's knees, and the twisted bit of carpet where someone had probably dug in their toes and been pushed around a little bit. He wasn't the first one to be back here by a long shot, and there was already a good place marked out for where he was supposed to kneel.

Biting his lips, the skunk made his way over and knelt down, his legs spread just enough for his cock to flop between them. The idea of just...staying here, spending his day 'lotioning' the rhino's feet with his seed, seemed so utterly...so utterly strange, but at the same time, his cock bobbed up at the idea.

We'll figure that out later. For now...for now, I guess...I wait.

The End

Summary: A skunk that thinks he knows how the world works screws around in gym. He ends up getting in trouble with the owner.

Tags: M/M, Skunk, Rhino, Dolphin, Flirtation, Public, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Foot Fetish, Cock Milking, Orgasm, Cum, Size Difference, Muscles, Musk, Sweat, Forced Orgasm, Cum as Lotion, Abuse of Authority, Semi-Consensual, Dubcon, Dub-Con,