Heavy Lifting
_Meathead's_had opened eight years ago. Amidst the sea of "casual gyms" that had sprouted up in the last decade or so, it stood as a testament to old school style; with floor to ceiling mirrors lining almost every wall, posters of professional bodybuilders hanging from the ceilings, and lots and lots of free weights. It was a temple, where men could come to worship titans in living form; living breathing statutes of sculpted physiques and chiseled designs, and fight and struggle against their own limitations. A plaque mounted above the front entrance read the gym's simple mantra: "Bigger is Better."
Despite this intense setting, however, the atmosphere of the gym was generally friendly, with boisterous laughter and encouragement heard as often as grunts of exertion and the thud of weights falling after a powerlift.
At the moment, the regulars of the gym were all gathered around Clyde the horse, as he stretched himself, preparing for a powerlift. The weight on the bar was twelve hundred pounds. If he could manage, he would break the present gym record of one thousand pounds, a record that Tor the bull had set six months ago. Tor was standing to Clyde's left, tree trunk like arms crossed over his chest as he watched the Clydesdale prepare for the lift.
Clyde had been in training for the past month for this day, working one of the harshest regimes he had ever put himself through. As a horse, Clyde was naturally massive and strong, but he had put on layer of muscle on top of muscle for this single lift. He was ready to break the record. He was ready for the glory and praise and attention that would accompany this latest feat of strength.
He had even groomed himself quite a bit in the morning, so he would look his best. The blonde mane that ran down his back was a bright, beautiful golden color. His light brown fur had a nice chestnut sheen to it. Everyone had to say he looked absolutely stunning, wearing a navy blue leotard.
"You ready?" Leo asked. Compared to anyone normal, Leo the lion would have been a giant. Amongst the regulars at the gym, he was considered short and light. Despite this, his musculature was perhaps the most aesthetically pleasing of the crowd. Oh, he was massive of course, but he had a chiseled quality that most of the others lacked, and he had a perfect symmetry to his form that had made him one of the most sought after studs at the gym, behind Clyde of course. Even after losing the powerlift record to Tor, Clyde was still the one everyone thought about in the shower.
Clyde gave Leo, his best friend, a smile, displaying the row of square, polished teeth. He walked to the bar, taking a moment to examine the six hundred pounds of weights that hung from either side, causing the reinforced bar to sag. Clyde understood this was more than a bit dangerous, but the glory of once more reaching his title as the strongest of the gym was worth any risk. He walked to the bar and ducked under it, before standing and draping the bar across his broad shoulders. Bracing his hooves on the shock absorbent ground, he straightened slightly and lifted the bar off the rack. Clyde saw stars for a moment, as the full weight came to rest on his shoulders, and he had to clench his jaw tight to regain his concentration. Immediately, the strain his body was under was apparent to all in attendance. Clyde's muscles bulged and veins throbbed, several on his neck sprouted out of the thinner fur. His lips pulled back as he showed his teeth, and a trickle of tears oozed down his eyes. And although none would point it out, it was quite apparent that the groin of his leotard was fitting just a bit tighter than it had been.
"Down," Jack said. He was the smallest of the group, standing a measly 6'8". He was a bulky rabbit, more interested in size and bulge than the aesthetically pleasing physique that Leo enjoyed. He was serving as the referee for the time being, which was an excellent excuse to be nice and close to Clyde, savoring the sight of every rippling muscle and vein. He looped around behind Clyde, preparing for Clyde to squat.
Clyde's body tensed as he slowly began to lower himself. His powerful legs bent forward and he pushed his rump out, his long tail whacking side to side as he strained and struggled to keep lowering at a steady pace. The entire gym was silent, all the regulars that surrounding him holding their breath as he continued to support the full twelve hundred pounds on his shoulders, like Atlas supporting the world.
"That's good. Rise," Jack said softly, and Clyde gasped loudly, taking another deep breath as he ordered his legs to start to straighten. Every muscle in his body, not just his legs, but his entire body, went tense, and he ground his hooves side to side to get a better stance. He continued rising, slowly but surely, until he was standing straight and proud. Leo and Tor quickly took support of the bar and locked it into place on the rack, as Clyde stumbled forward and braced himself on the mirror. He was panting, and his chestnut fur had a gentle sheen, but he looked at his reflection and smiled, as the entire crowd erupted in a roar.
Clyde enjoyed the praise that followed that triumph. He flexed and tensed his muscles, as groping paws all tried to squeeze the rocky fur, all drooling over the heavenly body that was posing before them. The horse enjoyed it, closing his eyes and basking in the attention. He was in no rush to hit the showers, and for hours he was the absolute center of attention. Eventually, though, everyone had gone their separate ways, and Clyde had made his way to the shower, taking a long time to bask in the warm water that washed down his sore and aching muscles, not bothering to wash just yet. For now, all he wanted was a chance to ease the pain.
There were four showers in total, each stall with a door of frosted glass. Given the titans who attended the gym, the stalls were each twelve by twelve, giving Clyde so much room to move around and stretch. His hands stroked over himself, over his perfectly muscled pectorals, his rocky abdomen. He squatted slightly and squeezed the muscles that laced his toned thighs, and then used both hands to squeeze and massage his well shaped ass.
All that attention he had been getting, all that praise and all those eyes on him, not to mention the sight of himself reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror... he would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it all in more ways than one. As a horse, his erection was of course quite large, almost eighteen inches when limp, and thirty-six inches when fully hard. At the moment, it was only two feet long, but he could fix that. He reached down for his girth, wrapping both fingers around it, and then reached behind him and began to grope and grab at his buttock. He rubbed himself, and pulled and squeezed at his flank, slowly working his middle finger towards the eager and twitching pucker. He closed his eyes and imagined how he looked, tail up and pink pucker quivering; throbbing, veiny shaft slowly, slowly growing to its full length of three feet. His fur glistening slightly, not just from the water of the shower but also a fine layer of sweat...
"Clyde, you in here?" Even over the running water and the blood pooling in his ears, Clyde heard that. His ears twitched, and he looked through the frosted glass and to the tawny blob on the other side, gasping slightly.
"I-I'm in the shower," Clyde said, voice catching in his throat.
The door to the shower opened, causing a breeze of cool air to invade the stall, making Clyde shiver. Leo held the door open, while his other hand went to the towel wrapped around his hips. He pulled it off and threw it to the floor, before slipping into the stall with Clyde. Clyde gritted his teeth, holding his erection tight, still rubbing despite his company. He was so desperate for the release he could feel building in his heavy, hanging testicles...
Leo chuckled slightly at the sight, then shook his head at his blushing pony. "I thought you were looking a little flustered after that show. You can always ask me to help you know."
Clyde nodded softly. "I know... I know... I just... well, you know, I would be calling you twice an hour."
Leo chuckled, and stroked over Clyde's chest with both hands. Although Leo was miniscule compared to Clyde, he managed to push against Clyde's stomach, and the horse slowly backed up, coming to rest against one of the stall's walls. Leo lowered to his knees, sliding slightly on the wet floor, before he managed to brace himself against Clyde's thighs. One hand wrapped around Clyde's enormous penis, the other wrapped around his own, and Leo quickly got to work stroking and rubbing both heavy shafts. Hundreds of times over the years, Clyde had sheepishly asked if Leo might help with his "problem," so by now the lion was quite accustomed with the sweet spots over the organ. Still, he was always slightly taken back by the size of the horse. Three whole feet long, with the thickness of a two liter bottle of soda... it was awe inspiring, even without accounting for the godlike body that the shaft was attached to. It was with good reason that Clyde was the most popular at the gym, after all.
Leo knew that Clyde was quickly approaching a climax. Leo too felt a certain tenseness in his groin, and his testicles began to feel a bit tight. He massaged them with two fingers, as he rubbed and stroked Clyde's engorged shaft. A claw traced every vein that ran down the long length, climaxing at the end of the shaft with a circular, flat head. At the center of the head was the dribbling and leaking slit, which given the shaft's dimensions, was enough for Leo to slip a finger inside and feel about. Leo leaned his head forward, softly sniffing the warm smell of musk, and then slipped his tongue out and licked it. And licked it again. And licked again. Eventually, both hands lifted when the shaft grew too heavy, and he began to massage the shaft, softly licking and nibbling the thickness. So thick, in fact, he turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against one of Clyde's thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he softly nibbled and licked at the warm flesh.
Clyde was neighing and whining, pressed up against the wall, head tilted back and tongue rolled out. Clyde had a bit of a problem, you see. He needed to climax with great frequency, or he might accidentally spontaneously cum. There had actually been an incident when he had first started attending the gym, when he was working out and his muscles bulging, hundreds of eyes all on him, and the sight of him in the mirror... he needed to run to the bathroom on that day, and even then he had leaked quite a bit over the walls and the ceiling and a few unlucky attendees. Quite often, for Clyde, masturbation was more a chore than anything else. But taking the time to be properly worshipped by a purring kitten before him, it was heavenly. The bumpy surface of Leo's tongue ran over the long length again and again. His sharp teeth bit into the flesh, but Clyde's skin was too thick for him to pierce without extreme force. Instead, it was the most delightful points of pleasure that a stallion could ever hope for.
"Ah... fuck... Leo, I'm goanna..."
Leo chuckled softly, and lifting Clyde's heavy shaft up so it was parallel to the horse's belly, ran his tongue up the full length: from plumped scrotum to dribbling head, suckling on the pre cream that glistened down the long length. Clyde screamed out suddenly, as his erection contracted and went tense, followed by a truly massive spurt that climbed high into the air. Leo watched as the massive white blob climbed into the sky. He closed his eyes as gravity took hold of the blob, and suddenly splashed down upon Leo's crown. He chuckled softly, and leaned his head forward, softly nuzzling at Clyde's swollen balls, nibbling and kissing them, licking them, trying to get everything he could out of the heavy sack. Splash after splash crashed down upon his crown, or his back, soon saturating him more than the shower could ever, but he did not care. He welcomed the sweet cream that rushed down upon him, covering him in the scent of his mate.
Clyde continued to release for several long minutes. His engorged shaft contracted and expanded, again and again, spurting out white mess like a great, organic pump. The walls of the stall were quickly covered in globs of the white goo. The drain in the floor of the stall struggled to wash all the heavy seed away, although given the sheer volume and sticky thickness, it was soon pooling beneath them both. Clyde just lay propped against the wall, reveling in the bliss of release and an afterglow with a mate, instead of a quick masturbation in a bathroom stall.
Leo wiped his face with a clean paw and looked up at Clyde. He stood carefully, and then reached up, stroking Clyde's face. "Clyde, could you go lay on the ground?"
Clyde swallowed slightly, and then looked down at the messy lion. He nodded weakly, and dripping wet of water and cream, stepped out of the stall, before rolling onto his back and laying on the locker room's floor, panting loudly, clearly quite unable to get up.
Leo chuckled. On all fours, he crawled forward like a jungle cat, tail wagging side to side, and rose to his knees when he settled between Clyde's legs. With one hand, he lifted Clyde's massive scrotum out of the way, exposing the curve of the horse's cheeks and the eagerly quivering pucker between them. Leo lifted Clyde's muscular thighs, and lay them down on his own broad shoulders. In doing so, Clyde's lower half lifted a bit off the ground, exposing more of the plumpness of his ass and the eagerly quivering pink pucker. With his other hand, Leo gripped his aching erection and pushed himself forward slowly. It was with no difficulty that his hips slipped between Clyde's massive cheeks, and he was soon able to push his dribbling head up against the horse's anus. With how massive Clyde was, Leo slipped inside without much problem, and found his shaft fully buried inside the wonderfully warm cavern. He roared suddenly, needing very little additional pushes, and shoving himself once more, released a heavy tide into the horse, wiggling his hips, humping into the Atlas before him.
Leo was so taken with his climax, with releasing a heavy tide into the giant horse, that he didn't notice the sounds of footsteps, as Jack came into the locker room, worried about the sounds of roars and screams. The musky scent of two massive climaxes hit him hard and made him dizzy, but realizing what was happening, he thought that he should leave. Leo growled, bracing himself against Clyde and humping once more, and then his eyes happened to wander to the muscular rabbit who was just turning to leave.
"Jack," Leo said, swallowing slightly. "Go get the others, would you?"
Jack nodded, slightly confused, and then raced out of the locker room. He came back a few moments later, Tor in tow, perhaps the others would be coming after they finished their sets. For now though, it didn't matter. Leo pulled out of Clyde's warm anus, still spurting a heavy tide onto the horse's buttocks and belly, as he stumbled to his feet. The horse looked down at his erection, which had grown hard once more. He managed to drag himself towards one of the wall and sat propped up, massaging his shaft with hands, as Leo walked over to the rabbit.
Jack was wearing a pair of bib style bicycle shorts, quite tight on his body, so the eager lump at his crotch was apparent. Leo chuckled slightly, and reached a hand forward, stroking over Jack's chest, then slipping a hand into the tight, elastic fabric to twirl a claw through the pubic fur. Jack, baffled at what was happening, bit his lip and started to pant, clearly nervous, if not terrified.
"Leo, don't be an ass," Clyde called out. Getting to his feet, he walked over. Jack stared at him, mouth agape, as Clyde gave a friendly smile. "Do you think you could help me with this?" Clyde asked. For months he had noticed how flustered Jack was around him, and though he knew full well why, he didn't want to do anything until he was sure Jack was ready. But now, with the little rabbit staring up at him, mouth agape, drool slightly glistening on his lips, and his shorts already moist with droplets of pre, it seemed like as good a time as any. Not to mention... he just wanted to fuck something.
With a few easy pushes and a little bit of force, Jack suddenly found himself on his knees before the titan, given an up-close view of the truly enormous shaft that he had fantasized about for so long. He could trace every vein that bulged and grew thick as blood pumped into the engorged, circular head. Jack swallowed, unsure if his jaw could handle such a significant girth. He started with a few easy licks and kisses over the heavy shaft, hoping that such might appease the giant. Indeed, Clyde's tongue rolled out of his mouth and drool flecked his lips as he felt the rough, bumpy tongue brush over his veins. He reached down, taking hold of Jack with his massive hands, and guiding his head so he would lick over his pleasure spots.
Oh, and it felt amazing. It felt warm and sweet, to have the dull little teeth of the rabbit nibbling over his shaft. He began to rock himself back and forth, slowly thrusting his shaft forward, although unfortunately he ended up knocking Jack down on his rump after a sudden shiver and shove.
Jack was a bit shocked at what had happened, staring up at Clyde, then feeling Tor place a massive hand on his shoulder. Tor helped Jack to his feet, and then squatted to whisper something into the rabbit's large, pointed ear. Jack nodded enthusiastically, and moved to Clyde's side. Tor, meanwhile, lowered to his knees and took hold of the upper half of Clyde's erection. Tor smiled, and looked up the towering body of Clyde. Clyde whimpered, and bit his lip, looking down at the bull. He was perhaps a little worried what Tor would do. He had broken Tor's record after all, and was frightened the bull might be a bit sore about that, sore enough to torture and tease but not allow Clyde to climax. But Tor simply wore his smile, and then opened his mouth as wide as he could, practically unhinging his jaw as he pushed his lips forward, and over the enormous shaft.
Clyde let out a scream as he felt the dull teeth of the bull grind on the shaft. Tor was enthusiastic in his gulps and growls, and given how big he was, he was more than capable. His throat flexed as he pushed his head forward, letting the shaft slide along his bumpy tongue, and eventually travel down the long, moist tunnel of Tor's throat. Clyde would have lost his balance and fallen back, so blinding was the sweet sensation of his shaft inside the tunnel, but he leaned forward and braced himself on Tor's strong shoulders. Jack, meanwhile, had slipped beside Clyde, and leaned his head forward. Clyde was certainly long enough that the two could enjoy his shaft freely: Tor swallowing the head and upper shaft, Jack nibbling on the base of the shaft and his heavy hanging testicles. Jack could taste the seed that was building in Clyde's wrinkled scrotum, and suckled them like fine candy. But what pushed Clyde over the edge, and made him see stars, was when Leo wrapped his arms around Clyde's stomach in a reverse bear hug. Leo squatted slightly, and then braced himself, suddenly thrusting up and forward and slamming his full shaft against his pony's pucker.
The smell of musk nearly knocked Tion the tiger over when he turned the corner and entered the locker room. He stumbled back, but Rhin, the white rhino owner of the gym, was right behind him, helping to brace him. Stepping to his side, Tion could see a sizeable bulge pushing out of Tor's throat as the bull continued to swallow. Clyde held the bull's horns, wiggling his hips, sometimes thrusting and humping forward. Though he was frightened he might hurt Tor, Tor simply hummed and moaned around the gargantuan erection, assuring Clyde it was alright with whatever words could slip out. And Jack, wonderful little Jack, opened his mouth wide and took one of the horse's balls into his mouth. Jack's other hand slipped into his shorts and took tight grip of his erection, rubbing himself like crazy, soon making a mess of his tight shorts.
Clyde tried to roar a warning to all parties involved, but all that came out was a choked gasp. Tor, knowing what was coming, braced himself on Clyde's thighs, as the horse released a massive climax directly into Tor's throat. He gulped down the first wave of salty seed, but was forced to pull off before a second climax tore through him. Instead he joined Jack in suckling and nibbling the testicles, the splashing of Clyde's climax shooting onto the nearest wall and painting it.
Tion stared at the sight, one of his hands straying down between his legs and squeezing his shaft. He didn't even bother slipping a hand down his pants, instead just rubbing himself over the covering of his shorts, the fabric causing a delightful bit of friction. He soon felt Rhin come behind him in a backwards hug, and looking to his side, noticed that Lig was just coming into the locker room. Rhin reached down, and hooked Tion's gym shorts with his thumb, exposing the cute buttocks of the tiger. Tion by far had the best ass in the gym, and Rhin lowered to his knees to examine the shapely rump cheeks before him. Tion wiggled slightly, tried to bat the rhino away with his tail, but Rhin was not deterred. He used two thumbs to spread Tion's rump cheeks, exposing the virgin pucker. Lig, meanwhile, lowered in front of the tiger and leaned his head forward, softly licking up Tion's sheathe. Tion was a bit of a loner, but over time had opened up to the others. Still, this would be his first proper fling, and Rhin and Lig were both hoping to get the tiger screaming before the day was through.
Rhin ran his tongue up the cleft of Tion's rump, brushing over the skin and the pucker, which started to flex as the warm, wet surface ran over it. Tion's breath hiked. He looked back, eyes wide, breath coming out in ragged gasps. Rhin one more ran his tongue up Tion's cleft, starting at the base of his testicles and going all the way to the underside of his tail. On the third lick, Rhin started at Tion's testicles and moved halfway up the cleft, but stopped at the eagerly flexing pucker. The rhino's thick, warm tongue slipped into the hole, wiggled about and made Tion whimper and mew like a kitten.
At Tion's front, Lig had been doing mostly the same: starting at Tion's testicles and moving his tongue up, almost to his belly. Soon enough, Tion's erection had emerged from the tight sheath, the two foot length jutting forward from his furry hips. Tion had a nice erection. Unlike most of the regulars to the gym, it was a shade of pink instead of something darker, which meant the purple and blue veins that stretched so tight under the skin were so clearly framed. As the penis continued to stretch and grow, due to the two tongues working either side of him, his erection continued to grow longer and thicker. The excess foreskin stretched, soon exposing the blood filled head, a rich shade of purple.
Rhin smiled. Lig gave him a glance, a begging plea to leave Tion to him. Rhin noticed that Clyde was once more rock solid, went over to "help" the horse. Tion looked back, a frown on his face now that he no longer had the sweet sensations over his ass, but Lig stood up and took Tion in a warm hug. Their lips met, and their tongues embraces and wrestled, though Lig was larger and stronger and soon pressed Tion hard against the wall, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into the throat, dominating his mouth and pinning his body. Tion pushed against him, but despite his bulging muscles, Lig's strength and weight and experience were dominating.
At last, Lig tilted his head back, gasping for air, and looked down to Tion, who was pressed against the wall, quite out of words.
"I know this is new to you," the liger whispered to the tiger. "But you're doing very well. There's just one thing I would like to try."
Lig pulled Tion down to the ground, setting the tiger down on his back. Lig crawled on top of him, though faced the other way, so his tail was in the tiger's face. Bending his knees, he lowered his hanging shaft and scrotum down, pushing his genitals against Tion's lips. Tion quickly lifted his hands against Lig's stomach to aid the liger in lowering, while his mouth opened wide and he quickly took in Lig's girth. Lig shivered, but keeping his senses, opened his own mouth and lowered down, quickly gathering Tion's bobbing shaft into his mouth. Lig shifted his weight, and carefully rolled onto his side, Tion following. Tion found his head resting snug between Lig's muscular thighs, Lig's scrotum pressed against his snout, and Lig's girth filling his mouth and assaulting his taste buds with the rich, musky flavor. Lig's position was the same, though a veteran compared to the Tion the novice, he bobbed his head up and down, he wiggled his head side to side and used his tongue to funnel the shaft, making Tion see stars. Lig even reached around Tion, groping first at his buttocks and then at his tail hole. A single claw began to push and prod at Tion's anus, the smooth sharpness of the nail slipping inside with virtually no difficulty. When Tion's mouth fell open in shock and bliss, Lig took the chance and shoved his girth forward even deeper into the mouth.
The close proximity that either had to the others testicles meant they were quite aware of the climaxes that were building. Perhaps they should have pulled away. Being cats, their climaxes would be quite intense. But neither seemed willing to leave the embrace, not to mention they were at the mercy of the other, their head firmly clapsed between the other's thighs. They simply pressed farther into the other, suckling and licking, gulping down the heavy shafts despite the gag reflex.
Tion, with the pleasure at his front and the claw tingling his anus, and how much of a virgin he was, lacking endurance, reached his sweet climax first. His heavy balls contracted and his legs tightened around Lig's head. He suddenly humped forward, driving his shaft forward and deeper down Lig's throat. A sudden burst of seed filled Lig's mouth and shot right into his stomach.
The taste of warmth, the sweet flavor of sweat and musk and feeling himself filled, pushed him over the edge. He humped forward himself, driving his shaft into the warm maw, spraying a heavy tide into the virgin throat and making Tion shake and groan.
Heavy rope after heavy rope sprayed into the two felines' mouths, each struggling to gulp and gulp the seemingly endless tide that was rushing down their throat. They gorged themselves on the sweet flavor that was rushing in them, the sweet musky flavor of the cream. Of course, eventually they had to tilt their head back, and both received a heavy splash to the muzzle and face. Completely exhausted, Lig and Tion both rolled onto their back and lay panting, saturated in the other's sweet cream.
Lig lifted his head when he heard Clyde give a neigh, and watched as the horse's erection grew fat, before spurting a massive load against the nearest wall. Rhin, who had been servicing him, leaned back and enjoyed the white shower. Lig smiled, getting to his feet, and headed for Rhin, whose erection bobbed heavily between his legs. The liger's lips were licked by the pink tongue, and he settled down on his knees before the white rhino, eager for still another game.