Alpha to Omega
A Doberman thinks he's hot shit at his new gym until he meets Lucas, a lion with no tolerance for wannabes.
I didn't get around to the Story of the Month for December, so this is instead of that.
Alpha to Omega
By Danath
(I can't draw, but that terrible sketch above is a rough approximation of the image in my head that prompted this story in the first place!)
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Barrett's grunt rang through the lifting area, echoing from his short black muzzle with a ferocious effort. The Doberman's huge paws gripped the bar tightly as it swung up to his chest. His massive thighs bulged against his tight gym shorts - his only article of clothing - as he bent his knees. A second grunt as explosive as the first echoed through the otherwise silent gym as a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the muscular canine. Barrett's arms shot up, pushing the weight bar above his head. His bare shoulders flexed and his thick, short pelt crinkled around his neck as he held the weight for several seconds. With a rough sigh, he stepped backwards and dropped the weight forward, letting it crash onto the pads at his feet.
The Doberman growled and leaned forward, one bare foot out, and curled his arms down below his belly, flexing his entire body.
"Yeeeeeah! Fuck, I feel good! Damn!"
Barrett knew how to be impressive. The Doberman had the attention of everyone in the room. He relaxed and stood back up, tail wagging, with a giant smile on his face that was somehow just as vicious had he been snarling instead. He twisted his arms and stretched them out, showing off his naked torso again. His pecs and abs bulged with muscle, popping out against the dark tan fur on his front.
"Wow, Barrett... that was a good lift!"
The Doberman's ears cocked forward when he turned to see the speaker. A lithe, five-foot-six panther with a very slim, feminine build smiled at him, one finger scratching his chin playfully. Barrett grinned back shamelessly as the rest of the lifters present returned to their own activities.
"Thanks," Barrett said. "You like watching me, huh?"
The panther looked down at the floor cutely and brought his tail around to twine between his fingers. He paused an extra moment before lifting his head slightly to look up at the much taller canine.
"You can't blame a male for peeking, can you?"
Barrett barked his laughter and grabbed at his crotch, squeezing the outline of a hefty, well-sized sheath.
"Can't blame you for looking, but if you're wanting more, you better take a number, sweetheart. 'Sides, I don't think you'd be able to handle all this."
Barrett laughed and turned away, strutting over to a leg press machine. The panther followed him a few steps behind.
The Doberman had a growing reputation at the gym. He'd only been coming for a few weeks every other day or so, but already he'd attracted a lot of attention. He lifted heavier weights, ran faster, and outswam most other people. He was a fitness nut, entirely devoted to perfecting his body. Arrogant and self-centered, what made the narcissistic Doberman unbearable to several was that he was right - Barrett knew he looked good and he knew everyone knew it.
So the panther followed along, knowing from a friend of a friend who'd been at the gym with Barrett not a week before had gotten to blow the hunky Doberman in the locker room. The twinky little panther was planning on getting even more out of the muscle-bound demigod. He knew Barrett liked to put on a show, but this was one panther who didn't mind playing the game for the love of the drama. He was so shallow his pool had no deep end. Barrett was his dream male - at least for the next couple of hours.
Barrett stood at the side of the leg press machine closest to the wall-length mirror. He liked to watch himself as much as the panther did. Unfortunately, it was occupied.
"You done with that?" the canine asked impatiently.
The occupant, a slim Dalmatian, was in mid-push and glared at Barrett incredulously. He gasped as he let the weights down and dropped his feet to the floor on either side.
"You serious?" the black and white canine asked.
"Yeah. You done?"
"No. Screw off."
The Dalmatian leaned back in the seat and snorted. He was about to rest his feet onto the bar and grab the handles at the side of the chair when Barrett's paw reached out and pushed him right off the leg press machine and onto the floor. He let out a yelp as he landed awkwardly on his wrist and glared at Barrett, who didn't even look at him as he took the Dalmatian's place in the seat.
"You're a real piece of shit, Barrett, and you're gonna get yours," the Dalmatian said, growling loudly as he got to his feet.
Barrett made a show of yawning before he replied.
"Yeah, from you? Fuck off, runt," he said, eyes drifting away. "Hey, you - cat. Set the weight higher, yeah?"
The panther nodded and reset the pin in the weight stack. Barrett continued to ignore the growling canine, furious with impotent rage, until the deposed lifter simply turned and stalked out of the room.
"What a faggot," Barrett said, grinning at the panther. He grunted as he pushed his legs out, lifting the weights behind the seat. "Hey... how about later you blow me, huh?"
The skinny feline squirmed and nodded, giggling into his fingers. His eyes widened every time the Doberman pumped his legs, stretching the fabric of his shorts more tightly around his sheath.
"Oh, this is just too divine," the panther said, gasping melodramatically. "I've gotta call the boys to see this..."
The panther dug into the pocket on his shorts and pulled out a phone. He held it up and the Doberman smiled without even having to be asked. Barrett was used to being photographed. The panther texted excitedly as the Doberman kept pumping his legs through another set. He smiled a little as he thought about having more than one of the twinky bitches at the same time. Picking would be fun enough. He liked to watch the little power struggles that went on between the faggots whenever he let one suck his dick.
Barrett wasn't gay, of course. He was too masculine to be a queer - or at least, that's what he told himself. Working out at a gay gym? He just liked the attention, is all. Letting a male suck your cock? Hey, a muzzle is a muzzle. Simple justifications for a simple mind.
Finished with his leg press sets at last, Barrett stood up and stretched. He flexed a few times, knowing the panther was watching, before rolling his elbows in circles, working out a kink in his shoulders. He was done with his workout, but he felt like going a little longer in case the panther's friends showed up to watch. He liked attracting crowds to ooh and aah over his gorgeous body.
"Hey, go get me a cup of water," the Doberman said. The panther nodded and jogged out the door.
Barrett looked around the room, wondering what he should do next. He'd worked his groups for the day; the leg presses were just prep for tomorrow. So, what would be a good show-off exercise he could do to impress the cock-suckers?
He smiled as he thought of the answer. Bicep curls.
When the panther returned with a bottle of water and two friends - a fox and a deer, both twinkier than the next - Barrett got started. He sat on the edge of a bench press and went slow, maximizing the size of his arms. The panther reached out to touch his bicep at the height of a curl and Barrett grinned when the feline gasped and jumped back.
"Wow... it's so hard!"
"Oh my God, you didn't just say that!"
Barrett slowly lowered the weight and switched to his other arm. They weren't all that heavy - just heavy enough to get his biceps flexing. The three were soon poking and squeezing at his arms and even his legs as he kept flexing. He was loving this.
"You three know who the boss is around here, huh?" Barrett said, laughing. He lowered the weight to the floor before leaning back and grabbing his crotch, showing off the size of his sheath again. "Shit, I make every other male in this dump look like a sissy. And you three are smart enough to know it."
A deep silence fell across the room. Even the panther, wolf, and deer went silent. Barrett realized after a moment nobody was looking at him anymore. All eyes were instead on...
Barrett, for the first time in a long while, felt something strange. His enormous ego had smothered nearly every bit of what little he'd possessed, but the few remaining strands reared up at the sight of the male who'd just walked into the room: uncertainty.
To say the lion was large would be a dramatic understatement. Barrett's eyes widened as he realized the scale of the lion's body. The male was nearly seven feet tall, with a deep red bronze mane, and shoulders that didn't seem like they ought to fit between doorways. Dark brown eyes stared down at Barrett as a long golden rope swung behind the giant feline, a tuft of brown attached to the tip. The lion wore a pair of loose, baggy black gym shorts and a plain, white cotton t-shirt. The shirt did nothing to hide his body, though it was so plain it was clear the feline cared little whether anybody was looking or not. It stretched across his pectorals and around his sides, hugging the grooves of the deeply cut piles of muscle there. Emerging from the bottom of the loose trunks were golden oak trees, magnificent pylons of power.
The sleeves of the t-shirt wrapped around the upper part of his biceps and shoulders. The sleeves weren't smooth because the bulk of the lion's arms forced the cotton up. They were just too huge to sleeve that way. The lion's face remained calm and impassive, even when he finally spoke, breaking the spell of silence that fell across the room.
"You think you wanna take that back?"
Bravery comes from many places. For some, like Barrett, bravery came from the inborn belief that nobody - absolutely nobody - could be better than he. From Barrett's perspective, it wasn't bravery that compelled him to say what he said next. It was just telling the truth - from his perspective.
"Fuck no. I've only been here two weeks and I nearly run the place. Who the fuck are you?"
People in the vicinity of Barrett pulled back slightly, widening the exclusion radius around the seated Doberman. Even the three twinks had retreated.
Nobody breathed as the lion stared at the Doberman. Long seconds ticked by as Barrett stared back. His heart was fluttering. Why was he feeling so uncertain? What was wrong with him today? The lion's lips pulled back into a slight smile. His eyes closed partly and, after another moment, his tongue pressed out to wet his lips.
"Looks like a little pup needs to learn who the alpha is in this gym."
"Little pup? Who the fu-"
Barrett's instant reply ended in a muffled grunt. The lion's strides carried him far and carried him quickly, as the shocked Doberman found out. The big male simply walked across the gym, grabbed the back of Barrett's head, and forced his nose into the crotch of the baggy black shorts. Barrett could feel two heavy nuts resting on the bridge of his muzzle. Intense, musky heat invaded his mouth and nostrils. He tried to pull back, but the paw on the back of his head tightened.
"Fucking brat. Time to show you how a real male treats his bitches."
Barrett let out a shout as the paw on the back of head pulled away.
"What the fuck!"
"Noisy little bitch, aren't you?"
The huge lion's arms flexed as he grabbed Barrett's shoulders and easily flipped the stunned Doberman over. The canine had barely figured out what the lion had done when he felt fingers grab the waistband of his tight shorts and pull it down his hips. It caught on his cock, trapped between his stomach and the bench. The fingers released and it snapped back up into the upper part of his thighs, leaving his cheeks free.
"Now, noisome pups like you are usually pretty tight," the lion said, just before spitting into his palm and working two fingers under the Doberman's tail, which tried to curl down around the lion's paw but couldn't.
"Hey, stop! What the fuck are you doing, you asshole!"
"My name is Lucas, and I expect you to use it when you address me, bitch."
A heavy paw pushed into Barrett's backside, holding him down no matter how hard he squirmed. He heard rustling behind him and then the lion's other paw reached in front of his muzzle.
"Get off me, asshole! Fummph ooo!"
The golden paw had stuffed a pair of sweaty, musky, obviously used underpants into Barrett's muzzle. The Doberman went rigid with shock as the paw remained wrapped around his muzzle, grinding his teeth into the parts of the underwear hanging out over his lips. He breathed through his nose, but the sweaty, musky taste and scent was overloading his senses.
"That's better. You all taking notes? Learning?" Lucas asked, glancing around the room at the dozen or so people staring at the very humiliating display. The three twinks leaned together a few feet away, all of them staring with open-muzzled awe at Lucas. They knew who he was, of course, but he didn't go for their type. And now they were going to get to see him in action... it was the stuff of legend.
Barrett's eyes went wide when those two thick fingers finally squirmed up his ass. He screamed around the underwear gag and wriggled madly, but Lucas straddled his legs, stopping him from getting anywhere. The fingers worked in quickly and deeply. Barrett struggled harder as the fingers, along with a spit of saliva here and there, rapidly and efficiently lubed him up. He'd never bottomed before. He'd topped a few times, but he preferred to just sit back and let the queers do all the work.
This was not what he liked.
The lion's paw stayed on his muzzle. Lucas grinned as he let his half-hard cock flop across Barrett's backside. The Doberman squirmed and wriggled even more when he felt the size of the thickness throbbing against his lower back. It was far bigger than his, both in length and girth.
The lion worked a third finger into Barrett's hole. The Doberman growled and jerked, but froze when Lucas's fingers pulled out suddenly. The paw reached between his legs and grabbed at his package. To his shock, Barrett realized he was rock hard. The lion pulled his cock down, so that it hung from his hips against the side of the bench, instead of being squeezed between his stomach and the top of the bench. His shorts remained wrapped around it, but once Lucas pulled his cock free, there was no denying his arousal. When had that happened?
"Quit pretending you don't want it," Lucas said, releasing Barrett's cock. It jerked upwards, nearly slapping the bottom of the bench, when Lucas stuck three fingers back inside the Doberman's tight ass.
Lucas worked Barrett for a few more minutes, stretching his tight ring, working it loose. The Doberman's growls and muffled threats grew quieter. The occasional whimper of pleasure managed to get around the sweaty jock in his muzzle. The lion pulled his paw away and Barrett even kept his mouth closed as the paw groped at his ass.
"You're about ready. Best cure for upstart wannabe alphas," Lucas said, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. He grabbed Barrett's ass and pulled the cheeks apart as he slid his cock up and down between them, grinding over the Doberman's clenched ass. "You're not the first one who came here thinking he was the big shot. But you are one of the hottest. I'm gonna enjoy listening to you beg for my cock."
The Doberman's eyes closed and his paws grabbed the edge of the bench, clutching at it until his claws pierced the fabric. Lucas gripped his cock in one paw, aiming the hard length at Barrett's pucker. The lion's shaft twitched, spurting clear pre-cum, as he worked the tip forward, grinding roughly, working Barrett's ass expertly. The Doberman's legs twitched as he tried to spread them. His hips lifted into the air until Lucas pushed him back down. The canine's cock flexed and shot a spray of pre-cum across the tiles under the bench.
"Fuckin' tight... damn..."
Barrett's whimpers soon turned to whines of ecstasy as the feline's massive length kept stretching him open. The canine lurched forward when the tip popped in. His head tipped back and his chest pushed out, arms lifting off the bench, as Lucas took the opportunity to slide a few more inches inside. The Doberman's cock sprayed another burst of pre-cum as Lucas grabbed his thighs, got both his knees between them, and lifted Barrett's hips straight up. The lion stood with the Doberman positioned like a wheelbarrow, still clutching at the bench.
Lucas grunted and thrust forward. He couldn't fit all of his length into the canine, he knew. Not on the first go, at least. Eventually he'd break the bitch in enough to take it all, but right now, he could get maybe half. He pulled back before grinding in again. The Doberman clenched nicely, tight ring pulsing and squeezing. Holding onto Barrett's thighs, the massive lion simply swung his arms to get the Doberman grinding back and forth on his cock. Barrett clung to the bench, gasping and moaning, drooling around the cloth in his muzzle.
After a particularly deep, hard thrust, Barrett's muzzle opened so wide the sodden underwear fell out over his drooling lips.
"Ffffffffuck me harder! Oooh... oh, shit... shit... shit!"
"Quit making so much goddamned noise and clench that ass, you bitch!"
Lucas's arms bulged as he clenched the Doberman tighter, dragging him backwards off the bench. Barrett's cheek and chest pressed into the floor as his backside curled. The lion pounded down into him, like he was trying to push him right through the bathroom tiles. He gasped and moaned, cock jerking. He'd never been so hard before in his life. The lion was dominating him, treating him like a plaything. It was what Barrett liked to do to the boy toys who followed him around...
He knew he shouldn't enjoy this, but his cock felt like a torch and his lungs were raw. His body was twitching, every muscle tensing, tail hole burning. And still it went on, the most intense workout he'd ever had.
The lion flipped him onto his back at some point. Lucas hooked Barrett's black-furred legs over his shoulders and held them so that the back of his knees were against his chest. His cock see-sawed into Barrett's ass, grinding in harder each time. The Doberman was jerking his own cock frantically, gasping and whimpering, whining crazily, until his shaft erupted, shooting messy ropes of thick white cum across his shoulders and chest. Barrett had never cum so hard in his life and it left him dazed. Lucas didn't stop the whole time, fucking the Doberman right through his orgasm. The muscular feline leaned over, pushing Barrett's knees into his chest, and humped harder, faster, grinding in and out with wet, slick strokes.
Lucas wasn't going to last too long. The Doberman was the tightest fuck he'd had in ages. And the way the little slut was crying out for it! A natural cock hound. Lucas grunted and squeezed Barrett's limp legs. The Doberman wasn't even tense anymore. He just lay on his back, arms outspread, tongue hanging out, panting and moaning. Lucas humped in as deep as he could get his cock - just over halfway - and roared as he came. The Doberman's eyes widened as he felt the hot flood of jizz erupt inside him. His legs twitched and he moaned louder as the lion pulled back. The tip flexed out of his ass, leaving his gaping hole drizzling lion seed. Lucas let Barrett's legs drop to the floor and grabbed his cock, aiming the next few shots at the broken Doberman's limp body.
"You liked that?" Lucas asked, reaching out to scoop up some of his jizz from Barrett's belly. He wiped his fingers across the whimpering canine's muzzle, leaving his lips smeared. "Yeah, you liked that, you slut. The bigger they think they are, the harder they fall."
Lucas stood and reached down, grabbing Barrett by the arm. He hauled the exhausted canine into a sitting position before leaning down to wipe his dripping, drooling cock across the canine's face, smearing even more seed over his features. The lion gripped his cock tightly, milking out a few last spurts as he wiped his dick clean on the Doberman's fur.
Finished, Lucas pulled his shorts back up, though without underwear his length pushed out and curled downwards, massive and obvious even when half-hard. The lion turned in a circle, looking at the dozen or so onlookers, all of whom sported pronounced erections.
"You see this fucking dog?" Lucas said, pointing at the cum-drenched, broken-spirited Doberman. "This is what happens when you fuck with my gym. Now... it's open season on this cock hound. If you use his muzzle, let me know how it is."
The panther who followed Barrett around earlier lifted a paw into the air.
Lucas grinned. "Yeah, you little cum parasites can suck him off if you want to. Doesn't matter to me." The three boy toys giggled and glanced at each other, until a giant paw grabbed the fox by the back of the neck, pulled him forward, and hefted him under one magnificently huge arm.
"Except you, foxy... I've got another cock you can clean."
The huge lion turned and left the room with the giggling fox under his arm. The ring of spectators drew in closer around the gasping Doberman, who lifted his head to see a dozen hard cocks pointed at him. He could see, through a gap between would-be tops, his reflection in the wall-length mirror. Cum dripped down his shoulders and over his pecs. His cock jerked, dripping cum, and he watched as he licked his lips, tasting the lion's salty, musky seed.
As the first of the cocks bumped up against his cheek, his nose twitched. This musk wasn't the same, not as masculine, not as ferocious, not like the lion's... but it was still pretty good. The Doberman's muzzle opened and the cock slid in. Barrett closed his eyes, no longer humiliated. Instead, he felt horny... hungry... lustful... and submissive...
FIN