Poolside Manner
Commission #2 for Timbo. Enjoy :)
Written by Gerik Shark.
Timbo stepped somewhat awkwardly up the steps of A&B gym while glancing over the two-story building with a glass front and beautiful Victorian entryway. He'd heard wonderful things about this place from friends, how they'd bulked up quickly and always felt motivated to train beneath the two stallions that owned it. Some of them he'd never even given a passing glance to before, but their newly found physique had peaked his attention rather quickly. Working out at this gym had given his coworkers' fur a shiny luster, their eyes a piercing gaze, and a confidence that made him melt when they'd speak to him about even the most mundane topics.
It's not that Timbo needed to work out. He already had a casually pleasant physique that got him laid when he really really tried, but where better to find the type of guy he really wanted then to work out at the source with them? He might even get to use them as eye-candy while he worked out and give himself a goal to shoot for.
"By next month, I want to bed that guy at least twice. Then I'll move on to him" He spoke under his breath to himself jokingly, laughing it off afterwards as he imagined jogging on a treadmill and gazing over others while thinking those exact words.
Timbo reached the front door and glanced over the glass, the reflection shooting his image right back towards him. The clouds above blocked a good portion of the blinding rays, so the reflection showed a perfect mirror image of himself as he reached for the handle. The wolf's muzzle was standard for his species, his piercing eyes looking right into themselves before making sure his fur was still at least partially held down. It wasn't overly windy, so his head's fur was looking casually fluffed and fairly luscious compared to usual.
The wolf's overall coloring made it somewhat hard to distinguish his lower body from the concrete stairs he was standing on, though. His fur was a soft white where visible and was kept clean and smooth so the light-colored ground wasn't too much different than his natural hues. Timbo could see a subtle outline though, and saw his arms' and legs' fur was behaving for now.
He'd been told to wear a pair of lycra shorts that went about down to his knees, but he hid them beneath a pair of khaki shorts and kept his chest decent by wearing a dark T-shirt that looked like it'd seen better days. No sense wearing a nice shirt that's only going to get coated in musk and the scent of a hard workout anyways, and he'd rather not expose his abs and chest before he'd formed the 6-pack he'd seen on a few guys at work when stealing glances out of the corner of his eye.
The wolf was rather shy, so those glances were all he could do to show he was interested. His mind always froze, his muzzle felt filled with cotton, and his tail would twitch nervously whenever a sexy guy would turn his way and speak. It always left for an awkward-sounding reply from Timbo, and he never felt comfortable in those situations. He figured that having a bit more self-confidence in his body and his looks would help that in the future though.
The glass door didn't seem to move when Timbo pushed in after his quick once-over, his eyes narrowing as he awkwardly pushed once again at the other glass door right beside it to see if one had been left locked. That door suddenly swung open towards him with a towering black stallion looking down at the wolf. Timbo was just over six feet tall, and this horse dwarfed him by at least six inches as he looked up with a surprised and almost frightened gaze. It's then that the wolf noticed the sign right in front of his muzzle that said "Pull". The insides of his ears turned a bright red as he opened his muzzle to speak, but the stallion was definitely one of those types that made his shy side show itself in full force.
The wolf's shyness was his protection mechanism against getting laid, it seemed, even if he was the most straight-forward fur with people he'd known and bedded before. The wolf's maw just hung open while he stared at the stallion, and he eventually just closed his jaws again and let out a defeated sigh.
"S'alright, pup, don't feel bad. These doors are masters of trickery and deception." The stallion said with a reassuring smile.
"Um.. Thanks." He replied, his eyes unable to look up to the horse's face once again. Instead, they wandered down over his form somewhat randomly and got a good look at the trainer's rather imposing figure.
"I imagine you're here to test out the gym and get a look around?" Ahearn asked the wolf after noticing Timbo probably wasn't going to say it himself.
"Yeah, I've heard good things and could use a good environment to bulk up a bit." The wolf replied with a slowly spreading smile, the shyness and humiliation fading from the door incident now that a conversation had actually started.
"Well Boaz is with a client at the moment training pretty hard by the sounds of it, and I've got an appointment in about 5 minutes. Would you mind exploring on your own? The only rooms that will be off-limits will be the cardio room and the sauna if all goes as planned, so you can glance around as much as you like. Just don't take anything, or we'll come get you." He said in a playful tone at the end.
"That sounds great!" The wolf replied, his tail flicking back and forth as he stepped inside the gym. His muzzle immediately angled up to see just how large this gym seemed to be. There was a high ceiling in the main room and it showed off a very professional looking statue of a stallion carrying the large cornerstone brick of the building that he'd seen outside.
"Boaz is crazy like that... I think he just hoisted that up on his back just to make me jealous. Either way, it makes for a good statue." The stallion commented on his way to the back rooms, the sign above marked, 'Cardio'. "If you have any questions, feel free to leave a message on our phone or send us an email. We'll be pretty tied up for the next 30-45 minutes or so." Ahearn said over his shoulder before disappearing.
Timbo's eyes quickly glanced about and noticed the place was completely empty, although the motion of his muzzle triggered a camera that soon pointed towards him from the corner of the room. The wolf waved his hand and noticed it didn't move, but as he stepped to one side and then the other, the camera followed his motions. He grinned and turned around before playfully leaning over and lifting his tail towards the camera, the tip of it waving a greeting to the motion-sensitive piece of electronics before he stood up again. If only he would have done that when the stallion was here, he might have gotten what he really wanted...
The wolf laughed off the thought and glanced towards the doors, 'Free weights', 'Sauna', 'Pool', and 'Cardio'. With Cardio and Sauna off-limits, the wolf stepped towards the pool door. On his way by the sauna, his ears perked at the sound of subtle grunts. He felt the urge to take a peek inside, and his paw started to reach for the door before he suddenly heard a loud moan that sounded extremely lusty and lewd. His fingers curled up and he moved his hand away as a smirk spread over his muzzle. He'd rather not disturb that type of fun with stallions the size of Ahearn around. Not to mention his fur was hard to clean from the fluids that'd no doubt be splashing all over that room.
He pushed aside the temptation to sneak a peek inside, and headed towards the pool instead. The door was heavy compared to the others, and Timbo saw the Gym's entryway open up into a massive room containing an Olympic sized swimming pool. The room only seemed more expansive by the fact that there was no-one around, and the only noise that reached the wolf's perked and swiveling ears was the subtle sounds of his own footsteps that echoed off the clean wall. The scent of chlorine-filled air hit his nose, and the humid air made it somewhat harder for him to breath before he got adjusted to it eventually.
The floor surrounding the pool seemed dry, showing nobody had used it for at least a few hours, and Timbo glanced around to find another few cameras silently watching his every motion. It seems this place was quite secure for a gym, considering the only thing someone could steal here was a few handfuls of water. He shrugged it off and made his way towards the edge of the pool with a lazy sway of his hips, he'd need to practice his pool-walking for when he came back on a more busy day.
After dipping his toe-claw into the water, the white-furred male found it was actually quite pleasant if not a little on the cool side. With no-one about, the wolf figured a good swim wouldn't hurt for his first day. He liked the place so far, but was disappointed at how few males there were here besides the training staff.
The wolf figured the stallions worked a bit more then just the muscles of the clients here by the sounds from the sauna earlier, and thought just those two hulks would be enough to keep him coming here at least once a week or so. He wondered if the two studs could perform as well as they looked, but from the rumors spreading about this place there was little chance of that not being true. Practically everyone that had been here once was a regular. Some came for relaxation, while some came for a more rigorous experience. No matter what they wanted, it was provided in a way that made none of them even mention the price. They didn't care what it cost, they needed more, and they got more.
Timbo glanced around one more time to make sure no-one was around, and almost sighed at the fact there was still not one soul other them himself there. His paws fell to his shorts and dropped them to the floor around his ankles, before he stepped out of them and dropped his shirt there as well. It was about that time he noticed just how poorly the lycra of his shorts could hide an erection, since his crotch bulged out in a banana-like shape downwards from his sheath. The sight of that partially erect cock of his and the feeling of the smooth suit didn't help soften it at all either, and he reached down to rub it firmly through that stretchy fabric.
He had to stifle a moan at just the feel of his own paw. Who knew that lycra could be such an arousing material to touch yourself through?
"Fuck... Damn that sexy stallion." He mumbled to himself as he forced his paw away, that throbbing cock of his uncomfortably pinned in his suit.
The subtle electronic whirring of a camera refocusing snapped Timbo back to reality though, making him blush at the thought of being watched doing what he just did. It was an oddly arousing sensation though, and he grinned towards the camera before doing it once more. He pressed two of his fingers to either side of his lengthy bulge, and slid his fingertips from the base all the way to the tip as the stretchy material outlined his fuck-tool perfectly.
The camera then zoomed in quickly and a click resounded as if it'd just taken a picture. Timbo's eyes went wide, but he just couldn't stop himself. Someone was on the other side of that camera and was obviously enjoying what he was doing. The wolf's ears reddened even more as he continued toying with his own hidden cock in front of the camera, and it continued to zoom in, change angles, and snap photos of the outline of his hidden erection along with the wolf himself.
He was alone in the large pool area, so his shyness wasn't kicking in. He couldn't look at the other male and know what they were thinking or see how they were judging him. All he knew was that someone was there watching and enjoying him teasing himself. The thought was so arousing and so natural for him. There was no way he'd do it for them if they were standing in front of him, but the anonymity of the voyeur through the camera set off his slutty side like a bomb.
The wolf's eyes lidded pleasantly as he tried to give as lewd of pose as possible, and he even tried posing with different pool items to help pull the background into the action as well. He leaned against a lifeguard's post that was raised a few feet from the side of the pool and began tugging down the waist of his lycra shorts teasingly towards the camera. After a click or two, he bent over and lifted his tail with one paw reaching back and holding his tail up high. The camera clicked madly for a few times, and then Timbo decided to stop before he got too into it.
The PA system in the pool suddenly clicked to life before a deep voice came out over the speakers.
"You're not done yet, boy... Take off that suit like a good slut and show the camera how much you love showing off." The voice said, belonging to no-one the wolf could recognize.
Timbo's eyes went wide at the command, such a determined and lusty voice that spoke to him with such dominance and precision. His cock throbbed in arousal, but his brain lit up with humiliation. Someone was watching him do all that, they'd seen what a slut he is just like he'd wanted them to... He glanced towards the exit and pondered leaving, but the locks on the door audibly clicked and the noise echoed throughout the pool-room before slowly fading.
"I said, 'You're not done yet, BOY.'" The voice said once more in an even more determined voice. "Drop that suit, now!"
The wolf whimpered hesitantly as he stood trapped in the large expanse of the pool with no-one around but that voyeur watching through the cameras surrounding him. His eyes dropped and his ears reddened, but the wolf did as he was ordered partially from his own arousal and partially because he knew there was no other option. It was either do as told, or have the voyeur release his pictures or even worse... There's no telling what that person could do with control of the entire security system.
The tight waist of his lycra shorts stretched as the wolf's thumb tugged the front outwards, avoiding the tip of his drooling cock as much as possible before he leaned forward and pulled the suit to the floor. He then stood in front of the camera and looked up at it questioningly, knowing his place and waiting for another command for him to follow.
"Good boy... Mm... Step up close to the camera and give me some profile shots of your ass." The voice said lewdly, the soft sound of pawing easily heard in the background. Not only was this person watching, they were jerking themselves off!
Timbo's breath was deep and filled with arousal, his scent almost overwhelming that of the chlorine in the room. It only egged the furred male on more as he approached the camera that followed his every motion. The reflection of the lens changed slightly as he got closer, changing the focal point so the voyeur could see every contour of his form with increasing precision. The wolf's ears were bright red inside, but luckily the rest of him was covered by enough fur to hide his need and shame. All except for that drooling cock of course, and there was no hiding the rather copious amount of prefluid drooling down onto the ground between his legs although some did swing from his glans and stick to the fur of his inner thigh.
He could swear he saw the voyeur through the lens and the slow, sensual motions of pawing whose sounds still resounded through the room. Timbo was close enough to smell the slight metallic and plastic scent of the camera that was only just above head height, and he knew it'd be somewhat tough to give that a good view of his ass. He tried his best though and turned around, not bothering to lean over just yet as his tail naturally lifted high in a submissive position.
The wolf's ears went flat as the camera's lens lowered and he let out a soft whimper of aroused discontent while the humiliating snaps clicked so close behind him. There was nothing he could do while put on display for a total stranger, although he had given up so easily. He was just as slutty as the other male thought, unworthy of anything but serving and doing as told by anyone willing to show the wolf its place.
"Grab your ankles, pup.. Ung.." The voice said once more in a slightly more shaky voice, the pace of pawing having grown a bit more excited over time.
Timbo did exactly as told, his lithe, almost feminine hands sliding down his thighs and then calves to grip tightly around either bulge above his feet. The wolf's tail stayed high and exposed every last detail the other male could want. A slowly wagging tail betrayed the wolf's humiliation as much as his drooling cock, and it showed just how soft and smooth his fur was while also showing off how supple and squeezable his firm ass-cheeks were.
The pink pucker previously hidden away was now exposed between the crack of his ass, and the sensation of cool air washing over it left Timbo shivering. It wasn't necessarily cold, just extremely sensitive. The microphone was left on once again by the voyeur, just so the pup could hear the lewd slappings of palm to crotch while someone worked themselves over to the sight of his submitted body. The noises echoed in both the room and the wolf's mind, sinking in to his core and humiliating him more with each strong stroke.
"Lick a finger and make it disappear, boy..." The voice said, the male behind the camera now practically panting in pleasure.
Timbo's ears shot up at the command and for a few moments as he comprehended what it meant. His eyes clenched and the pup whimpered pathetically after figuring it out, his dazed and lust-filled mind slowly bringing up one of his middle fingers. He always liked this one best, since it felt like the longest and thickest digit he had. The wolf turned to look at the camera over his shoulder with an uncertain gaze before he slid the finger into his maw, making sure the last knuckle passed between his lips before audibly slurping and letting it slide back out.
That blunt-clawed finger glistened wetly in the light, but it wasn't enough for the wolf since he began to lick it lewdly for the camera to see. The voyeur must have liked what he saw, since the camera quickly turned and zoomed in to get a few close-up shots of the wolf acting even more slutty then either of them had even imagined.
Once the wolf's finger was damp to his content, the camera followed that paw's path down to the warm, tight pucker. Timbo's eyes lidded and he tried to face forward while he felt the warm caress of saliva along his bare, sensitive flesh, but the speaker shot out a sharp command afterwards.
"Oh no, bitch... Look into the camera while you defile yourself." The voyeur barked at Timbo.
The sounds of pawing had grown frantic all around the wolf, and he could tell the other male was close. Timbo wanted to get the other male off as hard as the voyeur did, and he turned his head and looked over his shoulder at the camera with his frightened and aroused gaze before simply shoving that finger to the hilt in his own ass from below. His fore-arm was pressed tightly up against his own dick that hung low between his thighs, and the quick jab into his rear released a hot jet of prefluid over his arm's fur.
The scent intoxicated the same wolf it came from, and he let out a lewd moan while he penetrated his own barrier for the sole pleasure of another male.
"Ung.. Yes! Mm.. Finger-fuck yourself!" The voyeur cried out into the mic, the stranger's head obviously leaned back a good bit due to the distant tone that resounded through the speakers.
Timbo's finger followed orders instantly as he began forcing his finger back and forth, sliding the slick flesh of his digit into his own ass to the hilt before sliding all the way out. Repeatedly penetrating himself had the wolf whimpering and shivering in pleasure while put on display, and his heavy orbs slid warmly right along his own wrist as he finger-fucked himself with his finger from between his thighs. The view for the camera was perfect, the angle just enough to see that pucker indent from the friction with the finger on the way in, and also the way it pulled out and showed a bit more of that sensitive pink flesh on the way out.
The pawing noises grew louder as a few clinks and shifting sounds resounded, the mic obviously being moved about while the voyeur repositioned it.
"Fuck.. Good boy! Gonna.. Mm... Yessss...." The voice said right into the mic, each syllable distinct and lusty in tone.
The mic then brushed against something, and Timbo's ears perked as he heard the pawing so well. Each firm slap echoed around him continuously and loudly, the pace frantic and needy until he heard a distant moan of pure bliss. The most prevalent sound afterwards wasn't that of a moaning male though, it was of cum spurting out from a cock! The microphone was pressed right up against the tip of that cumming dick, and was sensitive enough to amplify the usually quiet *Squirts* that resounded when cum is shot out from a fuck-rod. The sound of slurping also resounded as the male's paw reached the tip, picking up some of that cum and making a slight vacuum right beneath the glans that made loud, slick noises before a fresh jet of cum landed on the mic with a *Thud*.
It must've been quite a load, since quite a few thuds resounded from loads of cum splashing over the mic directly. Timbo's arousal was temporarily overcome by his curiosity, and he stayed bent over perfectly still with his finger half-buried in his ass while listening to every last sound that escaped the speakers.
Panting and quiet moans filled the room as the mic was slowly dragged away from the voyeurs crotch so the next order could be given.
"Stand up and look presentable, boy... My friend's coming down to finish up."
Timbo's eyes clenched as he slid the finger out from his own ass, and he heard the click of the doors unlocking soon afterwards. His mind spun from arousal and need, but he knew he heard something about a friend. The voyeur wasn't alone... and now someone was going to come d...
A door in the back of the pool area marked 'Maintenance' swung open with a loud thud as a rather imposing looking shark walked into the room. This male was quite tall and had the physique to show he used the pool quite often, a subtle 8-pack hidden beneath the flesh of this handsome example for a sea-creature. Timbo knew it was a shark and not a dolphin by the tail-fin that swung behind him, the vertically split tip giving it away along with the blunt snout. The teeth that showed themselves as the fish got closer were another good clue, and the wolf gulped audibly as he stood frozen in fear and arousal.
The shark just smirked as he approached with his determined, precise steps, and the claw-tips on his feet clacked and scraped lightly against the rough ground beneath both of the pool's occupants. One hand was down towards his groin grabbing what looked like one dick from far away, although Timbo saw the distinct outline of two separate claspers on that crotch as the male came closer. Each was at least 13 inches long, far longer then the wolf's own or anything he'd taken... at least in the last few weeks.
"Bend over the life-guard post, pup." The speakers resounded, the voyeur obviously not being done either.
The camera was pointed towards both males as the shark stepped close enough for his scent to waft by Timbo's nose. Pure arousal and lust was all he could pick up from the shark, and the sight of those dual, pre-drooling claspers on the smooth-skinned male made the wolf's breath quicken and his mouth water. The wolf just wanted to suck them down, slide them into his mouth and make sure not a drop of that tasty pre-cum was lost, but the stranger behind the camera was in control.
Reluctantly, Timbo ripped his gaze away from the taller male's crotch before doing as told, resting his paws against the back of the lifeguard stand before leaning forwards. His tail then lifted instinctively before wagging behind him, showing how eager and needy he was.
The camera zoomed in and a single click resounded before the lens rotated and turned towards the shark who casually stepped up behind the wolf. From here, the camera could see both males from the side and slightly from behind, perfectly angled to watch the wolf get defiled as if the lifted chair was put here just for that purpose.
Timbo's ears folded back as the shark stepped up behind him without a word, and a heavy paw rested against his back before the wolf was practically pinned in place and mounted like the bitch he was. A slight whimper resounded, but not of unwilling disgust... The sound was of pure arousal, and the shark's snout tried to unsuccessfully hide a toothy smirk as both of those claspers were lined up to Timbo's saliva-slicked pucker.
"Grab his tail, Gerik.. Give it a yank so I can see his pucker stretch when you enter." The voyeur ordered in that deep, rumbling voice.
The shark did exactly as told and used the paw that had been aiming his dicks to grab around the base of Timbo's tail. The wolf already had it lifted like a slut, but Gerik gave a sharp tug upwards as the larger male leaned forward and began prying open that tight pucker of the furred slut forcefully.
Timbo's eyes lit up in pained pleasure as he groaned out. Just the cock-tips alone made the wolf feel uncomfortably distended, but the sight was made all the more beautiful by the way Timbo's sensitive flesh indented and then stretched vertically when the tail was yanked. The action made it easier for Gerik to tunnel deeper into the submissive male as well, since the shark leaned forwards and slid inch after inch of solid shark-cock through the wolf's lewdly stretched tail-star.
To say the wolf looked like he was in anything but pure bliss would be a lie, since his eyes were clamped closed and his muzzle hung open while he panted and took the two claspers being fed into his needy ass. This wasn't what he wanted, this is what he'd only dreamed of getting...
The shark leaned forwards and slid his talons from Timbo's back to the wolf's chest, holding the slut in place in front of him in a tight hug before he grunted and shoved the rest of his 13" claspers up into the pup's rear. Both males moaned, although one was much deeper and pleasured while the other was more of a whimper that echoed through the pool-area. Over half a foot of two cocks had been rammed into the wolf in less then a second, and Timbo quivered with his toes flexed against the ground while the shark just stood hilted.
The reason why soon became apparent as the sound of a plethora of clicks came from the camera. This was probably being taped, but high-resolution photos were usually far better then a video's freeze-frame for the clarity required to see the tiny bit of both dicks that was visible between the shark and wolf.
The microphone had been left on again as the obvious sounds of pawing came over the speakers, although this time the sounds were much more lewd and wet. The voyeur was using his own cum as a lubricant for round two, and the thought made the wolf's mouth water even more. It was against his natural tendencies to leave cum unlicked, and the sound of it squishing and slurping around in the invisible male's paw made him practically go mad.
"Mmm.. Give him a slow fuck for a few moments, Gerik.. I need some action shots of him taking it in the tail. Then you can have your fun." The voice ordered through the speakers.
The shark didn't acknowledge the order, but he soon began to tug his organs out from the stretched male in front of him slowly so the camera could see every inch of those rigid claspers tugging the ring of the submissive male. A lusty exhale shot out over the back of Timbo's head from the shark, and a low groan escaped afterwards as those twin cocks began tunneling their way back into the pleasantly tight wolf just as slowly.
The camera clicked and zoomed while the shark kept a slow pace of fucking Timbo, the wolf's head bowed in submission and his tail lifted high both by choice and by the shark's paw as he was taken solely for the dominant male's pleasure for a total stranger. The wolf was enjoying being used rather obviously as well by the way his throbbing canine cock drooled pre-fluids out onto the side of the lifeguard post he was pinned against. The look of pleasure plastered on Timbo's face showed there's no-where he'd rather be then beneath a dominant male getting fucked, and his rear pressed back against the shark at times trying to speed up the fucking. The wolf wanted those dicks hammering his tunnel if he was going to be taken by a predator like a shark!
The pawing over the speakers and the shark's 13 inch dicks sliding through Timbo's fuck-tunnel made it almost a surreal experience for the wolf, the surroundings drowning out completely besides the slurping noises from both his ass and the walls around him. The wolf's thighs relaxed and he rested his weight against the life-guard stand while his knees went limp. He didn't need to hold himself up since the shark and claspers were keeping him pinned and impaled like he craved.
"Please, Gerik... F-Fuck me..." Timbo whimpered to the shark, his tone needy and begging.
Gerik just smirked down into the back of the wolf's head, his jaws opening before he spoke right into the wolf's ear.
"Not yet... Soon..." The shark whispered back.
Timbo didn't know why the shark didn't fuck him like both obviously wanted, although the speakers soon answered his question.
"Ahearn and Boaz to the pool, please... Ahearn and Boaz to the pool." The voyeur called out over a gym-wide PA, asking the owners of the gym to where the two were fucking.
Timbo's ears shot up and then folded back farther then before, his body trying to shrink itself as he heard the clomping of hooves stepping towards the door the wolf had walked in what seemed like only 5 minutes ago. The doors swung open heavily as the two rather imposing stallions stood there, and both sets of eyes instantly shot towards the shark pinning Timbo down and fucking him slowly.
"Giving both claspers on the first day?" Ahearn asked Gerik while the shark kept his slow pace of impaling the wolf.
"Mm.. I'll show you the tape later... This guy's more slutty then that fox-regular. I'm sure he could deep-throat your entire cock." The shark replied with a grin.
"We've been watching for a few minutes now. Boaz and I think he'd make for a rather tasteful Poolboi." Ahearn said before dangling a sheet of paper, probably the poolboi contract.
Timbo's muzzle turned to try and see what it was, but the voyeur quickly corrected him.
"Face-forward, pup!." The stranger barked.
Timbo's maw opened to speak, but he remembered his place. It was hard to forget with those massive claspers impaling his ass slowly and teasingly. Each motion made him focus on the slick pre-fluids drooling into his ass, and each hilting made his chest press up to the strong arm holding him in place. The presence of three males just watching him take it in the tail didn't help either, and his inner ears were about as red as they could get while he whimpered in pleasure.
The sound of hooves stepping closer soon made his ears swivel, but Timbo couldn't see the stallion since it approached from behind. Ahearn soon walked around so that Timbo could take in the larger males form up close, and he saw a playful grin on the stud's long muzzle.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you want to be the Tuesday-Thursday Poolboi... Tell me you want to be fucked like a cock-sheath day in and day out regularly by any male that walks through these doors." Ahearn ordered in a stern tone.
Timbo's eyes went wide at the offer, but he could barely comprehend the words with how dazed his mind was. His watery eyes just gazed up to the stud's own set and he moaned out like a bitch in heat as the shark suddenly hilted a bit more roughly then usual.
"Ung.. I want to service the.. Mm... I'm the... Rrng..." Timbo couldn't even complete his own sentences while being taken this way.
The wolf's shyness wasn't kicking in, the pleasure from being fucked with someone looking him straight in the eyes was too much. The words weren't what was important to the stud though, the tone and look in the wolf's eyes were all he needed. Ahearn looked up to the shark and simply nodded before stepping back far enough to get a good view of everything that was happening. He handed the contract off to Boaz who just smirked and stepped to the side of Timbo opposite the camera.
The shark's snout that was resting against Timbo's shoulder suddenly opened up and clamped down possessively, making the wolf cry out while being claimed like the bitch he was. Gerik took on the pace he'd originally wanted and began to ram his claspers roughly into the pinned wolf quickly, the slapping of hips growing much louder then the cum-lubed pawing over the pool's PA system.
It was all too much for the wolf and his arousal was building. The increased pace of fucking and the sharp bite that held Timbo in place made his head bow ever further in submission, his ears held back and his ass held high for the dominant male. The knot at the base of the wolf's length began to inflate, and it was obvious he was close to his orgasm. What finally set him off was when the shark tugged his tail up further to aim his tips right at the clasper-sheath's prostate, the length of both organs sliding slickly along either side and constantly teasing at that sensitive nub of flesh.
Timbo's eyes lit up as his head reared back, one of his legs lifting and curling against the life-guard post he was being taken against. The wolf's body convulsed heavily for a few moments as he whimpered out his pleasure, and the flow of sticky lupine-seed poured out in sharp blasts from the submissive male. His balls tugged up tightly and bounced while he was continuously fucked ferally by the shark, the continued teasing to his prostate making his climax last far longer then any he'd experienced in quite some time.
It was over after what seemed like minutes to the wolf, and his body went limp to accept the shark's rutting even after his own peak had faded. The wolf's eyes lidded momentarily before he suddenly smelled his own scent strongly right in front of his muzzle. He opened his eyes once again and saw a sheet of paper with typed words on it and his cum splattered across a box at the bottom. As his eyes focused, he read his contract about being the gym's poolboi on his allotted days. It showed his duties in the most vulgar and distasteful words he'd ever seen, and it only made him more excited to start work...
"You wrote outside the box, pup. Clean it up with that eraser you call a tongue." Ahearn ordered while watching eagerly.
Boaz had caught Timbo's cum as best he could inside the box at the bottom, but with how hard Gerik was fucking, there was no way his flopping dick could have been kept from 'drawing' outside the lines.
Timbo's ear's shot up and he did as ordered, although his tongue's motions were slow and somewhat erratic as the shark continued rutting him while he tried to clean up his own cum from around the signature area. It didn't help that Gerik's peak suddenly hit mid-lick, sending the wolf's head rearing up as he cried out in pained pleasure. Gerik made sure that every last inch was inside the wolf as the first jet of cum left the tips of both claspers simultaneously, but he then ripped all 13 inches of both organs roughly from Timbo's ass.
The camera's clicking suddenly grew frantic as it took a high resolution picture every few milliseconds. Each picture showing the shark unloading onto the wolf's back and inner thighs and the first jet's seed pouring out from within the wolf's fuck-tunnel. A loud moan escaped over the PA as the voyeur shot his load in unison with the shark, although Gerik's sudden growl of lust right into Timbo's neck was far more noticeable. Hot shark-cum poured over the wolf's fur, soaking it in the other male's scent and marking him as the poolboi cock-slut.
Timbo's nose smeared across the paper on the way back down and gave him even more of his own cum to lick up. He was all too eager to taste male essence though, since he'd been denied the loads from the voyeur and the shark. Without the dominant thrusting into him, he only panted and moaned while picking up the messy cum as told. It was much easier now, and only took a few swipes before he looked up towards his new boss as if waiting for another command.
"Good boi... You can expect Gerik here to give you the first ruts of the day to help get you loosened up. Consider it your 'warm up'." Ahearn said with a playful smirk. "I've got to get this paper filed and laminated properly so it doesn't get lost, although I doubt you'd have a problem making another." The tall stud continued before patting Timbo on the head.
Gerik then dismounted as well before giving a very loud spank on Timbo's ass, the sound as wet as it'd be when he'd just gotten out of a shower. The wolf has just gotten one of sorts, though, just not with water.
"Ever since you looked into the camera in the entryway, I knew you'd be a great fuck." The shark said casually with his smirk. "I'll see you Tuesday... and maybe right before you leave."
"Uh.. yeah.. Thanks..." Timbo said while panting still. He'd have to get used to getting used like that if he was going to be working here.
With the shark walking to the back-room to continue his work-day and the stallions stepping out together with rather obvious bulges in their lycra body-suits, Timbo was left alone. He glanced around and then saw the camera again with a playful smile.
"It's just you and me now, boi... Let's get some 'After' shots to compare to the before ones you gave earlier..." The stranger said. "Lean your back against the life-guard stand and wag your tail beneath you so we can see that cum-soaked pucker."
Timbo happily did as ordered and leaned his upper back against the ordered stand while spreading his legs. The wolf's tail wagged for a moment and then stopped suddenly, his eyes lidding as he felt the gooey cum coating it and making it feel heavier then usual. He felt so grossly defiled and claimed, and it was wonderful... He was going to enjoy this job.