Gym Buddies: Part Five
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Gym Buddies: Part Five
Al picked me up and wrapped me around his waist, his firm member pressing into me. The thought of his arousal matching mine made me murr as I tucked my arms around his neck.
"Well, then?" the coyote asked. I tilted my head. "Where should we go first? Pool or gym?" He nodded in the direction of each option as he mentioned them. That was a thought that hadn't occurred to me. Even when I was a teenager and just discovering my body, I'd never touched myself underwater.
"G-gym," I said. I didn't want to spend the night towelling off the gym floor when I could be spending time with Al. He started walking and smiled toothily at me, which reminded me of Luke. 'Stop thinking about Luke,' I thought, 'you're with Al... Al... Al...'
"Yeah?" I didn't realise that I'd started speaking, so had to come up with an answer quickly.
"Erm, wh-where are you taking me?"
"The gym, babe," he said sarcastically. I sighed into him.
"Yes, I know we're going to the gym," I explained quietly, "I meant where in the gym? Didn't you say something about the weight bench?" I didn't have to ask that - I knew full well that he said that. I'd fantasised about him pinning me to it countless times this morning. He pulled back his lips and sucked in air through his teeth.
"I got to thinking about that, pup-"
'This isn't Luke! Stop it!'
"-and it didn't seem like such a good idea." My ears dropped against my head - a giveaway that I was disappointed.
"Why not?" There was a hint of plea in my voice, which sounded a little pathetic. His smile widened and he nuzzled into my chest.
"Aww, you're so cute! It just has its," he paused to search for the right word, "disadvantages." I had no idea what type of disadvantages could be possible, and the confused look on my face let Al know it. "You'll see," he assured me.
It didn't take long until we were in the gym, which was cold and slightly scary when clad in darkness. There was no reflected moonlight to illuminate the room. The barely lit machines looked like shadows of horrific daemons waiting for Al and I. The bikes resembled grotesque horses being stabled behind treadmills, and the low howl of the wind outside served as their growls. There was something wrong about this. I shivered and Al hugged me tight.
"What's wrong?" He had genuine concern in his voice. I didn't realise just how scared I seemed.
"I-I'm just nervous," I admitted. He made his way over to the wall closest to us and pressed me against it. He squeezed me firmly before letting go with one arm. Al's finger flicked a switch on the wall and the neon lights powered up one by one. I saw him again, his face fully lit and looking even kinder than I remembered.
"How's that?"
"Better," I said, smiling. He inched his maw slowly to mine and kissed me passionately. I let out something between a murr and a whimper as I felt his tongue toying with mine. "Much better," I giggled.
Al unpinned me from the wall and started to move. Our lips were still locked tightly together, only pausing to open and catch gasps of pleasure. He pressed my hips into his and let me down, grabbing a fistful of my tail as he did. I looked at him and gulped when I realised where we were.
The pull-up bars. In fact, we were under the exact same pull up bar he'd used to grope me the day before.
"This area," he said in a silky voice," will be much better than the bench." I glanced around and felt my brow furrow.
"But... but how?" Al winked at me and turned.
"Wait there, pup," he said, leaving me to my own devices. As he left, I found myself watching his rear, hypnotised by the swishing of his long, thick tail. I slipped a paw into my pants and readjusted myself. Actually, I spent a while 'readjusting' myself, throwing my head back against the wall as I did. Al came back and raised an eyebrow. "You're not starting without me, are you?"
"N-no," I lied, pulling my arm out. I glanced down at his paws, which were clutching onto something. "What've you got there?" He let out a chuckle before showing me what he had. In one paw, he held three skipping ropes, two of which he let drop to the floor. His other paw was clutched against a bottle of lubricant, and the thought of what it might be used for made me gulp and breathe heavily. He threw it to the floor behind my feet and looked at me.
"Gimmie you paw," he growled lustfully. I obeyed and watched as he worked the rope through his fingers, forming a cradle. He slipped it around my wrist and pulled it taut. "That isn't too tight, is it?" I shook my head and smiled. I'd never been tied up before, but it was something I'd often fantasised about. He wrapped it around my dewclaw, behind my palm and knotted it over and under. "You're sure that's not too tight?" he confirmed.
"I'm sure," I whispered. He let the ends dangle to the floor, picked up another rope and proceeded to do the same on the other side. I watched him, quite amazed at how skilled he was with this. When he finished, he stepped back and looked at me.
"Fucking Hell, you're sexy, pup!" I blushed.
"Thanks. I didn't think you'd like... this," I said, lifting the ropes to indicate what I was talking about.
"W-Why?" he said, a slight surge of panic in his voice. "Sorry, I didn't think!" He rushed over and pulled at the knot in my left paw. I stopped him.
"Don't think," I encouraged him, a well of sexual prowess resonating in my voice, "just do." I played with the fingers he kept in my paw and tugged on his tee to pull him into me with the other. As our hot mouths met each other, he interlocked his fingers with mine and clenched a fist. The cord pushed into my paw, making me yip in discomfort.
"Sorry," he said. "Now, be a good little boy and put your arms over your head." I smiled with excitement and obeyed, the anticipation of what he was going to do next making my spine tingle. He placed his arms around me and took a tight grasp on my tail. Then he moved his paws to my hips and slid them up the sides of my quaking body.
"Oh, God," I gasped, closing my eyes and pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
"I'm your God," he teased, his giant paws still surveying my frame, "and you will worship me. Got it?" I couldn't tell is he was being serious or not, so took a chance.
"Y-yes, Master!" He murred and pulled me into him, almost kissing me.
"Good boy, pup," he said, "I am your master!" Al's paw made its way to my tail, lifted it and slid into my pants. I jumped. "What's the matter?" he asked seriously, before adding a teasing "Pup doesn't want to please me?"
"It's not that, it's just..." I took a deep breath, and the coyote's paw fondled my ear to help calm me down. "It's just, I've never been touched there. By anyone. Ever. Not even me," I hastened to add. It seemed unusual that I'd been thinking about what Al would do to me and not even dared to glide my paws across my tailhole. He nodded, dropping the pretence of being Master.
"It's all right - just relax." I took a deep breath as he ran his paws against my rear and gently squeezed at my cheeks. He nuzzled his forehead to mine and let out a slight chuckle. "You're sure you're ready for this?" I nodded, a little tired of his reluctance.
"Yes!" He mistook my breathy voice for anticipation rather than disdain. Al lifted my arms as high as they would go and threw the ropes over the pull-up bar.
"Now get on your tippy-toes, pup," he instructed in his most pleasant voice. I instantly did as I was told, reaching my body high into the air. The coyote tugged at the pulley firmly, making my toes lift off the floor for a moment. He ran the cords through the knots he made earlier and tied them off. "Try moving."
"I-I can't," I said. I could thrash my body around, and I could slide about six inches either side of me if I really tried, but my arms were lodged quite firmly in place.
"Good," he thought aloud, pulling me in for another passionate kiss. Al then made his way down my body and kneeled in front of me, making me gasp. He pulled my pants down slowly, revealing another pair of white boxers. "Hello, there," he spoke to my crotch, nuzzling at the hard length behind the cotton, "how've you been?" He kissed the base and licked me again, the exact same way he'd done yesterday. Somehow, maybe because I knew it wasn't just a parting gift, it was more intense. "I never got to see you yesterday," he said, teasing my boxers down slowly. My legs jerked and my toes jumped from the ground again.
Al murred as the tip of my cock poked out, red as the hot blood pumping through it. He took them even further down to reveal another inch... and another... and another, until they fell to my ankles. Standing half-naked in front of the coyote was making me excruciatingly hard, and my member pulsed heavily.
"Oh, God," I cried out.
"I haven't even touched you, yet," he said with a smile. Before I could respond, he changed that fact, brushing his paw against me. Everything stopped as he ran his fingers over me, working my shaft perfectly.
"Oh, fucking Hell!" As he slid his paw up and down, I murred and murrowled, keeping in time with the rhythm of his stroking. Suddenly, I felt something cold touch to my hot cock. I looked down and saw that Al was nuzzling to it directly. He looked up at me and smiled, his green eyes looking deeper than I'd seen them. He opened his maw and lowered his tongue, lapping the pre that was dripping from me. I bit my lip - this felt too good. Another lick graced me, and then the feel of his warm maw softly encasing my tip. I jerked my head back and gave a loud "Ah!"
I couldn't believe how close I was to coming, and we'd only just gotten started. Al let me go deeper inside him, his head bobbing up and down to a perfect rhythm. I could feel my pre mixing with his saliva, and from the murring the coyote was giving, I obviously wasn't the only one enjoying this.
"Al," I cried out, knowing that I was about to climax. He stopped and came up to my face, kissing me. I could taste my own juices, which had been just as arousing as the night before. He turned his paw back on my still throbbing member, took the slightest smear of pre and wiped it on my nose. Then he looked at me hungrily and licked it off, making me gasp in pleasure. "Al, I..."
"What's up?" I looked into his eyes, unable to tell him that I was about to climax so soon.
"Er, wh-what's the third rope for?" Al looked down at it and grinned.
He picked it up and tied a knot in one end, forming a makeshift whip. Leaning into my ear, he whispered "Be a good boy and you won't find out." Al must have bought 'Doggy Style!', too, as that was a line from 'Wild Dogs' in their latest issue. Perhaps I'd read it one too many times to get the reference. "You're a good boy, right?"
"What if I'm not?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea of what the answer would be. "What if I'm a bad boy?" He smiled and took hold of my throat, pushing my head back.
Al looked into my eyes and growled "Then I'll hurt you, pup!" My eyes welled with excited fear - Al was seriously getting into this role of the dominating canine. "You don't want that, do you?" But a part of me did want that. I smiled to let him know my feelings.
"Whatever Master thinks I deserve," I simply said. He grinned and let go of my throat before lifting my t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt from my back and thrusting, his stiff member rubbing against me. I heard his pants slide down to the floor and begged some higher power to let me see what his boxers were concealing yesterday. The whip flopped onto the ground beside me.
"I think you deserve a treat," he said. I knew exactly what was coming - Al had read that story, and I mouthed the words that he said with a smile on my face. "Puppy deserves a bone!" He pulled my cheeks slowly apart and ran his claw across my pucker. I jumped a little and bit into my bottom lip. "Shh..." he said, letting his single claw finally invade me. I whimpered at the new feeling - better than his breath on my face or his tongue on my length - this was the best thing I'd ever felt. Until he slipped another claw inside me and spread his fingers apart. I murrowled in pain and pleasure.
"Pocket..." I eased out through a moan, "look in my wallet!" Al, still pressed against me, fumbled through the pocket in my hooded sweatshirt and pulled the wallet out. He inspected the contents and smiled, pulling my head back and kissing my neck.
"You have been thinking about this, haven't you?" And Luke returned to my head again. If it hadn't been for him, Al would've fucked me without protection. My brother would have ripped Al's head for that, and probably beat me to death with it.
"Put it on," I told him through gritted teeth, "fuck me!"
Al tutted. "You don't give the orders, pup," he said. "That's the sound a bad boy makes - giving his Master orders. Now you'll have to beg for it."
"Please fuck me, Master," I said softly.
"Louder than that!" I knew that I wouldn't have to beg much longer when I heard the condom wrapper unpeel.
"Please fuck me master! Fuck me! Fuck me really fucking hard, Master, please!" He hoisted my leg up and rubbed his tip against my tailhole. I froze. I heard a bottle open, something squelch, and then I felt Al's wet, lubricated fingers press against me, readying my hole for him.
"Fuck you?" he asked. I nodded, and he inhaled the scent around my neck. He whispered in my ear, and suddenly became Al again, not my master. "Tell me if I'm hurting, okay? I'll stop." No words came out of my mouth. Heavy breathing was all that filled the moment. Then he started pushing against me, and the tip made its way inside me. I gasped in shock, hoping that Al wouldn't see it as a sign that I was in pain. He pulled out and went inside again. His girth was already stretching my tight hole to its fullest, and I shuddered as I remembered how thick the base was in comparison to the rest of hm.
"Oh, Al..." I said, pleasurably. I spread my legs as much as I could and tried opening myself up for him. A murr escaped my lips as I let my body press down on his shaft. I pulled up when it became too much for me.
"You all right?"
I nodded my head, and whispered the word 'ow' a few times. It was really painful, even with the lubrication. It was strange how painful it was, and yet I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to do it faster. Deeper. Harder. "I'm fine, Al," I lied, "fuck me!" I planted myself back down on him firmly, and he murrowled. "Ooh, you like that, do you?" He murred something that sounded like 'mm-hm', so I lifted up and plunged into him again. This time, we both cried out.
"You're fucking tight, pup!"
I smiled. "What if I do this?" I pulsed my pucker so that it would tighten, which made us both moan in pleasure. I could feel him explore me even further, and a trickle of pre ran down my red cock.
"Wait, stop!" This shocked me. Al wanted to stop, not me. I pulled up from him, but his claws dug into my hips to pull me back down. Still impaled on the coyote, I was slowly spun around to face him. Now I understood what he meant by 'disadvantages'.
"Ready?" I asked, dropping on his hard shaft before he could answer. He bit into his lip and his face crumpled up in pleasure. I licked his nose, and he showed his reason for turning me around as he pulled my maw into his. We moaned into each other, the feeling of his throbbing shaft pleasing me, the feeling of my pulsing walls pleasuring him. Now I was fully on top of him, and he was pushing hard into me. He pulled my head even further into his and his warm tongue was no longer massaging mine, but wrestling it.
Pre spattered between us, matting into his t-shirt. He suddenly pulled the top away, and his fur tickled my member amazingly. My moaning became louder through the kiss, and I wanted to pull Al's maw even closer, but my restraints held me back. He started to speed up his thrusts, and I suddenly felt something that made my eyes open wide with fear.
He was knotting.
I tried to make my cries of pain sound pleasured, which wasn't a difficult task. I helped along by increasing the speed that I moved up and down on top of him. The feel of his throbbing cock inside me was amazing, and the knot stretching me was like nothing I'd felt before. I murrowled as much as I could, though the coyote's lips were keeping me quite quiet. The ballooning flesh between us told me that I was knotting, too. My pre had started to turn a slightly milky colour as it mixed with traces of come.
"Al, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." I tried through exhausted breaths. The kiss meant that we couldn't speak much, but he understood and suddenly sped up, grunting with each thrust. I knew then, that he was going to come too. His knot swelled suddenly, tying into me before he climaxed. "Fuck!" I screamed, more pleasured than pained. My cock suddenly burst, and Al was covered in my come. I groaned with each pulse of my length spraying hot ropes onto his fur, which made him murrowl in pleasure. I felt his knot pulsing inside me, felt the condom inflating with his juices and felt his kiss deepen.
He pressed me into his body as hard as he could, making our fur fuse together with my come. I moaned at the feel of my warm liquid and his hot body. His knot stopped beating, and I relaxed. My tailhole was in agony, but Al's kiss was keeping my mind off it. Al pulled slightly away from me.
"You came on me," he said. I blushed.
"S-sorry." He pulled away and looked at me.
"Don't be," he smiled, then moved into my chest and licked my fur clean. The thought that he was drinking my come was even more arousing than when he'd been suckling my length for it. He murrowled deeply while I moaned and let my head fling back. "You're still going," he said, wrapping his lips around the leaking tip and not letting a drop go to waste. "Fuck, pup... you taste so fucking good."
"You want me to clean you up?" I asked. He pulled himself up, still locked into my hole, and stroked my head, pressing me into the mess I'd made. I licked up the come hungrily, murring as Al's gentle strokes touched me. The taste was even more brilliant when merged with the coyote's musk.
When every trace had disappeared, I looked up at him and we nuzzled noses.
"I love you," Al said.
Before I could return the words, we were distracted by an almighty crash from another room. Al snapped his head around to look in the direction of the sound and snarled.
I suddenly realised that my instinct was right.
Someone had been watching us. Someone was here.