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Benjamin nervously stepped through the front doors of Adam's Fantasy with the feeling that he should go back before it was too late. He entered the corridor to the front desk and slowly walked forward, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimmed lighting inside the large building. He began to wonder how long the corridor would be when he turned a corner to find a raccoon leaning in boredom at the front desk.

"Welcome to Adam's Fantasy. First time?" Benjamin nodded slowly to the coon's question, looking around at the otherwise empty lobby area at walls covered in black and white paw drawn artwork of what he could only assume were other clients enjoying themselves at the establishment, "well come on over here and I'll give you all the information you need to know"

Benjamin cautiously moved toward the friendly raccoon at the desk, who spent the time waiting for the incoming wolf digging in areas he could not see. By the time he reached the procyon, Phoenix had produced three pieces of paper and laid them flat against the aged wood. The new client looked down at them as his host started to explain what he was presented with,

"The first thing we have are the rules of Adam's Fantasy. These are also hung on the wall to my right if you need a larger font to read. Once you have read the rules, you will need to sign at the bottom of this document saying you agree to follow them." The paper on the desk, as well as the larger sign, were written in a script he assumed were meant to add an air of class to the place. He decided he would read through the rules before signing and give himself some time to steel his nerves for the new experience:

Adam's Fantasy

Expectations of Decorum

I. No Minors Allowed

All Clients must be 18 years of age or older, Photo ID required

II. Play Safe

Know your limits and communicate them with your unknown playmates

III. Respect Other Guests

Treat everyone with respect, do not pressure any client into any scene they are uncomfortable with

III. Consent Required

All players in any scene must give full consent to the actions that take place in it. Note: Consent is assumed on floor fifteen

IV. No Death Allowed

Do not actively seek to kill or be killed by your playmate, Maiming is perfectly acceptable

He felt it would be easy to abide by the five rules presented to him and slid the pen in his paw across the paper. Once that had been signed he was presented with a typical release of responsibility and hold harmless. He asked Phoenix why such a form would need to be signed and received a vague response about the dungeon and the vet's office on the 25th floor. It was another easy to sign document as he was not planning on visiting either of the two locations warned about.

The final document needed for his first visit to Adam's Fantasy was a membership and payment authorization form. He had a very quick thought of how difficult it seemed to be just to get off in the building but buried it quickly as he recalled the stories his friends had told him of their experiences at the place. Finally, Phoenix gave the lupine a towel and locker key. His paw shook slightly as he took the metal object from the raccoon and he thanked him for being so helpful before disappearing into a dark room with "Locker Rooms" printed on a large sign above the door.

Two signs met him as he entered the room, one informed him that any locker room fantasies should be played out on the third floor and not in the changing room he currently stood in. Another set a separate rule that only towels and underwear were allowed past the far door. It also provided a short list of floors where one could find clothing to fit certain scenes and fantasies. Benjamin was quickly learning that Adam's Fantasy took their play very seriously and why his friends were so in love with the place.

He was assigned locker fifty nine which he located at the end of the first row of lockers he came to. There was a small feeling of relief that washed over him as he noticed the room was mostly empty and the location of his locker kept him hidden in a corner away from the wandering eyes of the two older men who occupied it with him. It was not that he minded having an audience as he changed, he only wanted a bit of privacy as he became comfortable with his surroundings and the activities that took place in them.

Once he had stashed his clothing in the locker assigned to him, the red wolf wrapped his towel around his waist and located the large directory at the doorway to the building proper. He became overwhelmed at the sheer size of the building and everything he could find within. His eyes took a few minutes to focus on the words in front of him and not just the quantity the sign contained. Once this had happened he was able to locate his destination and moved toward the large black staircase just beyond the exit door.

His destination was floor ten and each step he took up the staircase seemed heavier than the last as he got closer and closer to where he wanted to be. To his surprise, he did not meet any other customers on the stairwell. As far as he could tell from the locker room there should have been a large number of people within the building but they all seemed to be occupied on one floor or another, diving into their personal fantasies and giving him a clear route to his own.

On the tenth floor, Ben was greeted by a large metal sign reading "Weight Room: come in and get pumped." Standing on the landing he could smell the salty aroma of sweat coupled with the sounds of metal plates resetting themselves while an unseen man grunted in satisfaction. He walked into the weight room, and was met by a veritable indoor muscle beach . Bright lights lit up a plethora of gleaming bodies, watching themselves in the mirrored walls as they lifted large dumbbells and dipped into perfect squats.

Benjamin felt inadequate among the lifetime body builders. He had only recently begun work on building his own physique and had a lot of work left to do if he hoped to reach the level of the men in the room. He glanced around, noticing most of the weight room's inhabitants were working out with a partner. All but one fox.

He couldn't help but stare at the specimen lying naked upon a bench press. He had laid his towel onto the bench and relaxed upon it. He was lifting a fully loaded bar with ease from his chest into the air and back down again. Benjamin watched the muscles in his biceps and chest ripple with the effort of controlling the heavy weights in a smooth, slow motion through the air. He cocked his head, impressed at the size of the man's muscles. He looked at his own biceps and blushed in embarrassment at the inferior size he had in comparison.

Deep cuts framed the bulges on his arms. Benjamin would not be surprised if his entire torso came up thin when placed beside the massive arms of the fox. His gaze continued to move slowly down the vulpine's body, tracing the deep lines between his pecs, mountainous eight pack abs and marveling at the trunk like thickness of his spread open legs. The sight alone was enough to arouse the wolf as he stood in the doorway. He took multiple deep gulps of air into his lungs to calm himself down and with a quick look around the room to make sure no one was watching him, he walked toward the bench press and stood behind the bar.

"Hi," there was no response from the fox laying below him, "do... you uh...need a spot?"

The response he got was a look of disbelief and a deep chuckle from the man. His ears dropped onto his head in embarrassment and shame as he apologized for interrupting and he turned to walk away. He was able to take few steps before he heard a deep voice calling out. He turned back around to see the fox sitting up in the bench press, a friendly smile spreading over his face and one finger beckoning the wolf back to his side.

"Please, forgive my rudeness. I'm all done with my work out, why don't you help me with the after needs I have?" he fought the smile trying to force its way onto his face and nodded with what he hoped looked like a reserved concession to the fox's request, "good, it is sometimes hard to get everywhere when you're built like this."

He gave a friendly laugh as he flexed his muscles. The already large bulges increased in size, seemingly stretching the skin to the point of tearing from his body. Benjamin tentatively reached forward toward the fox's biceps and only allowed himself to touch the man's arm when it was moved toward him and placed into his paw. He applied a gentle pressure to the firm muscle and felt his knees buckle. His left paw reached up to grip the underside, the tips of his fingers remained separated by six inches on each side of the vulpine's arm.

From a duffel bag he produced a bottle of body oil. A picture was affixed to the front of the bottle of a pair of cherries dripping their juices across the label. Benjamin took the bottle from his paws and flipped open the cap, slowly pouring a small amount into his open palm. After rubbing his paws together he slowly moved them over the fox's arms, rubbing the cherry scented liquid into his fur and massaging it deep into his muscles.

He moved slowly, rolling his fingers over the rise and fall of his muscles. His fingers delicately traced the lines of his veins as they slid over one arm and then the other. Once he had completed work on the two appendages, Benjamin moved his attention to the fox's back, making long, deep strokes through his fur and into the muscles below. He felt the man's back tense under his exploring fingers and would lighten his touch in those locations before moving on to the next.

As the fox's back became a shiny stretch of muscle and fur he slipped his paws around his waist and began kneading through the front of the muscular torso. His fingers easily slipped into the deep cuts of his abs, swallowed up past the second knuckle on each finger between the fox's fully developed musculature. He could not resist giving a squeeze to the firm discus sized pec, his middle finger sliding around the edges of the nipple in the center of the muscle to an appreciative grunt from the vulpine.

He stood back and examined his handiwork. The fox's entire upper body shone bright under the lights in the weight room, he slid back on the bench and lifted one of his legs, resting the large limb on the leathery seat so Benjamin could work on his calves. The bulging muscles on his legs were thick enough to barely fit on the bench. He oiled and massaged up his thigh and waited for the other leg to make its way to the seat to work over the curves of his inner thigh and gaining a bit of confidence the wolf slid his paw under the fox's balls and rubbed gently behind them.

"Attaboy, was wonderin when you were gonna make your move," a wide grin stretched over the fox's muzzle as he looked quizzically at Benjamin, daring him with his eyes to go further now that he had begun something, "come on, I know there's more you want to do."

The overpowering flavor of fresh cherries rushed over his tongue when he took his first lick of the fox's leg, his tongue moving through the red fur of the limb to reveal the skin and muscle beneath. The vulpine felt a quick tickle run up his leg in response to the wolf's lips placing gentle kisses over his calves and up onto his thighs. His paws followed his lips, squeezing the locations he placed the soft pecks. His tongue easily found the crevices between the fox's abs and slid through them, taking the flavor of cherries into his muzzle as he explored up, down and side to side along the edges of the muscles before moving onto the powerful chest of the vulpine.

He located the supple pink nubs standing at attention in the center of an expanse of red and white fur. They easily gave way to his sharp teeth, biting down until he heard a sharp intake of breath coming from the owner of the nipple. Moving onto the other nipple, his paw remained to squeeze the pec his lips no longer occupied. Another deep breath from the fox and he released his second nipple before moving his face up to hover nose to nose with him.

"Well, you've gotten this far," there was a knowing smile on his face and a look in his eye daring the red wolf to do more, "come on, let's take you for a spin." Before Benjamin could react the fox's paw had gripped the back of his head and his lips were pressed against the lupine's own. He parted his jaws and allowed Benjamin's tongue to probe between his teeth, gliding over the fox's own pink muscle and wrapping around it with a gentle moan from within his chest.

Benjamin was the first to break off the kiss, a long stream of saliva still connecting their lower lips together for a few seconds as he pulled away. The bottle of body oil lay inches from his right paw and he easily stretched his arm to pick it up from the ground, applying another small pool of the liquid to his palms and sliding them down the fox's back, cupping the fox's toned rear, squeezing and stretching the much larger man's cheeks apart so one finger could slip over the ring of the entrance between the built up gluteal muscles.

The fox slid to the edge of the bench so his rear hung over the bench. He supported himself with legs spread open, presenting his hole to the wolf for the taking. Benjamin lowered himself to his knees and ran his paw over the length of his member, transferring the body oil into the hardened length and lining his tip with the opening. His paws gripped the vulpine's chest and massaged at the muscles as he slid his full length into him.

His dick was met immediately by the tightest tunnel he had ever experienced. The fox squeezed down upon it, the muscles in his ass massaging his swelling member as he thrust into the muscular rear with slow, controlled movements. He wrapped his arms around his torso, his paws reaching just behind the fox's ribs. He held him tight, sliding his full length out to the tip and back in to the growing knot at its base.

The smell of cherries permeated the two men on the bench press. Their grunts echoed through the room while Benjamin's knot pushed impatiently against the fox's rear. His hips began to pick up speed and force, humping barks and moans from the fox laid out on the seat of the press. With a strong and forceful push he felt a slight pop and could no longer slide his cock from within the fox as his knot tied him firmly to his tunnel.

He released his side and gripped the thick meat standing at attention amidst a field of red fur. His paw slid along its length, matching the rhythms of the truncated thrusts he was able to complete while trapped by his own knot. His movements were suddenly halted by the fox's strong rear muscles spasming around him. He pushed himself fully in, grinding his knot against the fox's prostate as he began to cum. Ropes of thick white spunk spilled between the well-defined chest and stomach .

Benjamin slid his paw through the puddles on the fox's torso, smearing the white fluid into his fur and running his claws between the muscles. The wolf shut his eyes and drove himself deeper into the fox, letting the pleasure of his still flexing ass push him further and further over the edge. His threw his head high into the air and howled out as his release began, pumping into the fox with a strong, body shaking orgasm that leaked slowly passed his knot and down the back of the fox's rump.

With a heavy release of breath, Benjamin fell onto the fox's torso, nuzzling the hard surface of the man's body, which he flexed beneath the wolf's attentive head.

"Hey, you wanna work to be like me?" The question was unexpected and Benjamin was taken aback in shock.

"Ummm...yes"

"Good. Meet me here tomorrow round this time and we'll get started."