Work It Wolf!
#26 of Commissions by Gruffy
This is a commssion to FriskeCrisps
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Crisp wiped sweat from his forehead and glanced at the big clock on the wall, telling that he'd been doing twenty minutes on the treadmill. The wolf's thighs ached inside the tight Spandex training shorts, and he felt breathless and light-headed - with his muscles burning like this and with his body heaving with effort, he knew that he was at the limits of his endurance and it was time to call it a day.
He slipped off the treadmill and stood there panting for a moment, his tail flicking nervously behind him while he panted. The sleeveless training T-shirt and the shorts felt sticky on him, as did his feet, inside the neat white Converse training shoes he had acquired for this purpose. They were still a bit squeaky and in need of being run in, but what would be a better job for Crisp's sports socks-covered footpaws?
Crisp felt a bit self-conscious alright, looking at all the furs seemingly effortlessly working out at the machines. So many butts and tails swinging, footpaws thumping against treadmills and the floor...he averted his eyes shyly and headed towards the locker room. He wanted to get a quick shower and then head back home to do some errands, he hoped, before...indeed, that night he was supposed to go and meet the wolf again in his raunchy home and probably be made to do all sorts of naughty things for the big wolf's enjoyment. His cock began to swell at the memory of the latest session, when he'd been made to drink Coke from a bright red high top while wearing a tutu...
It was because the wolf he was here, too, he just couldn't get enough of the big wolf's musk and his muscles, the dominant wolf had made Crisp lick his armpits and rub and fondle his bare, hard muscles several times now, usually while smoking a nasty-stinking cigar and laughing at Crisp's scrawny state. the embarrassment had been more than enough to make Crisp decide that what he really needed to do was to get a little bit of muscles going for himself, too. The gym was alright, he knew it was going to do good for him, but being surrounded by all these furs in perfect shape, in comparison he was such a pup...almost pathetic in comparison.
The locker room was worse, though, he thought once again, as he entered into the musky room where a few guys were even now in various states of undress. Shorts were being pulled on and off, shirts, too, revealing smelly armpits and furs with confident grins on their muzzles as they enjoyed the thought of a good workout, or were already glowing with the burn of a really nice session in the gym. Crisp hurried to his own locker and tried to concentrate on his own clothes rather than anything else. It was still really hard not to peek, because everyone was wearing some nice gear on their footpaws...all those athletic sneakers with stripes on them, those pure white socks that were probably really musky...someone was just walking past with his shoelaces open, trailing on the floor...enough to make Crisp's cock throb in his shorts. He was worried that someone would see...it didn't help that when he opened his locker, his own red Converse high tops came to view, sitting ever so neatly on the bottom, as if they were just waiting for him to slip them on and enjoy the snug feeling and the warm, firm clutch of the shoes on his wriggling footpaws. Crisp blushed furiously and tried to think of anything else instead, something that didn't his dirty mind off in the way of inducing a massive boner...that seemed to be happening all too often nowadays.
"Well my my my my...."
Crisp almost whimpered and his ears flicked down when he heard the dark, dirty voice coming from behind him, making him turn around to face the source, which...which was easy to note in the suddenly empty locker room, where the only furs remaining were himself and a very large, very familiar, very dirty-looking wolf.
"Look who we've got here..." the wolf grinned.
Crisp let out a soft whimper and looked at the big wolf standing there - so tall, with such a dirty smirk on his muzzle, and those dark, nasty black eyes and darkly furred ears trained at him, looking at the small shaky wolf standing there. The wolf only wore a tight white jockstrap that covered a massive bulge on his crotch, and his footpaws were enshrouded in black fire-striped training sneakers with bright white laces wound very tightly.
"Who would've thought that the little pussy boy's decided to join a gym..." the wolf folded his arms around his chest.
"Hhhhiii..." Crisp whimpered.
"It speaks!" the wolf chuckled. "Well that's nice...usually it just cries...what're you doing here, wolfy boy?"
Crisp let out a sniff and tried not to avoid the wolf's eyes too much, but it really was difficult to even look at his direction, talking like that and making him feel like a worthless worm.
"You know, you don't need all these fancy machines for training the one muscle that counts...you know...your little boy pussy..." the wolf smirked. "You only need some toys for that and a lot of lube...and a lot of plugs to stretch out that small little ass cunt..."
Crisp whimpered - why did the wolf always have to be so mean to him, speak things like that and calling him a girl and the like...
"Or maybe you just want to work out on some endurance..." the wolf chuckled, "you tend to do so lousy...getting all wrecked from a little bit of dancing..."
Crisp knew that dancing all night under the spell of the magical green shoes wasn't just a little bit of dancing, but there was way to argue with the nasty wolf. If the wolf said so, then it probably was true that he was simply being a lousy whimpering bitch who deserved to be called names and made to do things, by magic if nothing else.
"Uhh...yeah..." he whimpered.
"Hahahahahah," the wolf laughed nastily, "such a lousy little ass bitch...and wearing shoes, of course..."
"Uh...of course I am, you can't work out barepaws..." Crisp mumbled.
"True men do!" the wolf growled, flashing his teeth.
"UHhh...."
"Doesn't look like you're doing a good job, though," the wolf suddenly lurched forward and grabbed his arm, lifting it roughly and running his fingers over Crisp's minuscule bicep, "you're like a stick here..."
"UHhh...I know...sir..." Crisp whimpered, hoping that someone would come to the locker room to stop this before the wolf could do something even more embarrassing and nasty...
"That's a good boy," the wolf grunted, "though you seriously need to do some better work if you ever want to get any results...you'd like that, don't you? Being able to dance more...do more stuff...build up a bit?"
"Y-yes sir, of course sir!" Crisp moaned, "I can do it...p...please?"
"Well not sure if you can do it," the wolf shoved his arm away and stepped backwards, "but I suppose I could always try and see if it's going to end up being just a waste of time or not...scrawny shit like you probably won't be up to it, but you never know..."
"Uhhh...sir..." Crisp whimpered," if you want me to do it..."
"Oh you bet I do," the wolf growled hotly, "I'll make you work out and see what that puny body of yours can do when you're doing something else other than jerking off thinking about your stupid stinking high tops..."
Crisp whimpered at the very idea of his favorite high tops, but knew that there was no point arguing with the big wolf.
"Ohh okay..."
"Good!"
The big wolf suddenly swung around and thumped over to a locker which he opened and pulled out a white plastic bag. He turned back and stepped to Crisp's side, putting the bag down to the bench and then grinning at the much smaller wolf.
"Well you really need help...and maybe I can do that for you...if you do some things for me, of course..."
"Y-y-y-yes?" Crisp whimpered.
"Well there's something in the bag that'll help you with just that," the wolf pointed the bag out, "but first you gotta take off those trainers and socks...and quickly!"
Crisp barely nodded when he sat onto the bench and spent a much shorter time than usual unlacing his shoes and then gently slipping them off before he put then onto the floor, followed by his neat white socks.
"There we go..." the wolf grinned, digging a paw into the bag and pulling out something green and red..."here...put these on...these will help..."
Crisp unfolded a pair of red-rotted green socks, a funky color scheme if he ever saw one, and he did much prefer stripes in his footwear, but it wasn't so bad...especially if it was going to help him work out, he might as well try it out...they were quite elastic and felt snug on his footpaws, and they felt alright...not too special, and weren't the prettiest thing in the world, but it was alright. He wasn't sure what was going to happen...they didn't feel like they were going to do anything else...
"O-okay..."
"Now then..." the wolf grinned.
Suddenly a paw lunged forward and grabbed Crisp's leg, the wolf almost falling down onto his back on the couch when the big wolf grabbed his ankle and twisted it.
"OUCH!"
The wolf held a tight grip on him and then pulled something else out of the bag...a pink high top, with pink laces that dangled as he held up the shoe and grinned dirtily.
"Well well, pup, now this'll really gonna help you work out..."
Crisp's cheeks burned furiously at the embarrassment of having to wear pink shoes, even high tops or not, pink was still too much for the shy wolf who didn't do very well with anything that was going to make him appear girly and silly.
"Uhhh I dunno..."
He couldn't resist, the wolf simply held him too tightly and shoved the shoe into his foot, and soon, grabbing his other ankle, he pushed a similar shoe onto his other footpaw as well. Crisp tried to struggle a bit, wriggling his toes in the hopes that the shoes might fall of or something, but...but slowly he oddly felt less keen to do so...his nose full of the wolf's musk...the big, grinning beast hovering over him...
"Well there you go..."
Crisp felt the laces begin to wound themselves up, unable to move now, somehow...somehow unable to do anything to resist, now that the shoes were on his footpaws...they were simply stuck there, and he couldn't move anywhere at all.
"Aahh...!"
The shoes felt awfully tight on his footpaws, and they really were so damn pink...and the wolf's musk...it was just too much, suddenly his eyes went dark and he didn't know where he was anymore.
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"...forty-one...forty-two...forty-three...forty-four..."
Crisp's ears began to flick, listening to the odd voice counting...counting what?
He realized, opening his eyes, that he was lying on a weight bench, working out with some weights he kept lifting...as if his paws were moving on their own accord...
"...forty-five...good job, pussy wolf..."
He realized that the wolf was there, looking at him, still his jockstrap and rubbing his crotch while staring at the little wolf working out like that...muscles burning, but unable to stop...simply didn't want to stop...
"What...what's going on?" Crisp mumbled, noticing that he could still talk, even if he couldn't stop working out.
"Just like I told you, little wolf," the big wolf grumbled hotly, "helping you work out..."
"How...how did I get here?"
"Well, you got so excited about your pretty new shoes that you simply passed out...and I decided to take you here to continue working out..."
"Uhhh...how...how ...long?"
The wolf barked out.
"Oh damn, now you made me lose my count..." the wolf chuckled dirtily. "Guess we have to start all over again...eh...one...two...three..."
Crisp could do nothing but keep pumping the bar, his arms burning, his footpaws tightly enclosed in their new pink sneakers, the extra musky shoes that were making him follow the wolf's every whim.
"Aaahahhh..."
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