A New Workout Partner
A New Workout Partner
By Nickylion
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WARNING!: This story contains teh ghey sehcks! Please don't read it if it offends you.
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With a small sigh the David pushed on the door to the gym, watching it as it opened silently before he stepped inside and looked about. His local gym was it's bustling lunchtime self, with furs of every size, shape, and variety walking and talking with each other. It was bad enough that he'd only started coming to this place a month ago, but to already be experiencing crowds like this? David sighed again and made his way through the entrance, checking in and heading towards the locker room.
As he opened the door, the familiar scent of the locker room drifted into his nose. The locker room of this gym was actually very nice, with several rows of fancy faux-wood looking lockers. The sinks were all made with latest faucet-less technology, and complementary hair-dryers were stationed next to each sink. Down another hallway were the locker room's showers and next to them sat the steam room, giving off a hint of eucalyptus as David passed by it.
The last stop in the room was actually a separate room by itself, the executive member's locker room. Within its doors, keyed to all of the executive members' IDs, sat a small, but more lavish private locker room, with plush carpet lining the ground, preventing anyone's feet from getting too cold. All the lockers' bore individual faceplates, indicating the fur to which they belonged as well as a thumbprint scanner, negating the need to carry unnecessary and cumbersome keys everywhere. In addition to this, the executive locker room bore a secondary steam room and separate communal showers.
What David like about it, however, was the privacy. All the gadgets and extra perks helped him hide the one fact of his existence he didn't want to come to light at the gym: David was gay. Throughout his entire life, he'd always been terrified of being found out here, in a locker room. Even pondering the possibility now sent a cold shiver of terror down David's spine. Shaking it off, he began to kick off his shoes, stowing them alongside a growing pile of pants, a shirt, and socks, in his locker. The lion quickly reached into his gym bag and grabbed his workout clothes and shoes while looking about semi-casually to make certain no one else was around to see his naked body. No one else to see him, no one else to watch him get aroused at the feeling of being watched.
Breathing a soft sigh of relief at now being clothed, the lion shut his locker door, put his thumb on the ID slot, and proceeded out into the gym proper, grabbing a workout towel on the way up the stairs. He began his routine in the usual manner, walking a bit about the gym to get his muscles nice and warm before actually stretching. That, or so his last personal trainer told him, was the best way to start one's workout and minimize the risk of injured muscles.
His stretching finished, the lion wiped his brow and headed over to the elliptical runner, one of his favorite workout machines in the entire gym. He hopped on and started peddling, watching one of the many televisions placed strategically about the workout floor with a silent groan to himself. He'd forgotten his music player again, and he'd have to make due with this utterly boring 24-hour news channel instead. Ten minutes later David was ready to throw the workout equipment at the TV. The bloody network was in the middle of their "Crisis of the Moment" coverage and had spent the entirety of the last 10 minutes showing footage of smoke from a fire.
"Probably not even the right damn fire," David muttered under his breath before glancing back down at the timer. Thirty more minutes left and nothing to do but jog in place. The lion groaned again and looked about the gym a little. To his left, a pair of fairly attractive lady wolves trotted along on their treadmills. Both noticed his gaze and giggled before looking away and starting up their own conversation. To his right were yet more unoccupied workout machines, a bi-product of the end of the lunch-rush. He was just about to give up when a massive Dalmatian walked into his line of site.
The Dalmatian was huge, with biceps rippling with unnecessary muscles, wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and bright red gym shorts that left nothing to the imagination. After stretching his massive arms, clearly admiring the stares of the nearby females, the Dalmatian turned and noticed David's sidelong gaze in his direction. A large sneer crossed his features and the Dalmatian ceased his stretching and began his workout several more machines away from the feline. David looked back up at the TV, noting that they were still showing the cloud and resumed his jogging.
An achingly long thirty minutes later David stepped off the runner, muscles aching and panting slightly, but feeling eminently more satisfied with his physical state. He looked back over in the Dalmatian's direction, taking care not to glance too obviously this time. Thankfully the canine was nowhere to be found.
He headed round the corner to begin the weight-training portion of his workout, grabbing a small towel off a well stocked rack, and after a brief stop at the water fountain, sat down at the bench-press. Taking a moment to properly weight the press, he sat down, and grunting lifted the bar off of its resting place. At that particular moment, a feline face pushed its way into view, startling the lion and almost making him drop the bar.
"Y'know, gym rules state that you're supposed to have a spotter when doing these kinda exercises," chirped the feline happily. David took a moment to look at the feline's face, noting the grey fur common to several of the housecat morphs he'd seen about town. Nothing too unusual about this cat, save for his piercing green eyes. They were possibly the brightest green the lion had ever seen in eyes before, like twin piercing emeralds staring at him, boring through him. He had to shake himself for a moment before responding, not realizing he'd been holding the weight bar the entire time.
The lion grunted, replacing the weight bar onto its holder before speaking, "And I suppose you're offering to spot, then?" He said sarcastically, expecting this feline to be just as homophobic as the Dalmatian he'd seen earlier.
"Course!" The feline purred out as he stepped up onto the spotter's step and shot his hand towards the lion's upper torso, "Name's Trevor, by the by," he said casually as the lion accepted the handshake.
"David," the lion mumbled out, "nice to meet you, Trevor." He shook the cat's hand and settled back onto the bench, "ready?"
The feline nodded briefly, placing his hands on the bar next to David's, "Reps of 10-15?" David nodded, finding himself looking at the cat's package and not quite thinking before responding. Normally the lion limited himself to 12 reps max, but 15 wasn't too far off.
"Besides," thought the lion to himself, "I get to stare at this nice cat's package for a while longer then." Grinning he grunted and lifted the bar off the spot, bringing it slowly to his chest and back out parallel to his body.
The cat smiled and began to count off the reps, "One."
"Two, Three, Four, Five," the cat's voice counted out softly, offering the occasional, "doing great," As encouragement.
"Six. Seven. Eight. Nine." The cat was having to wait to count now, watching instead of the lion's body reaching its normal limits, "C'mon David. Just a few more now," he cooed soothingly to the lion. That was all David needed to belt out 6 more reps before setting the bar down, panting heavily.
"That was fantastic!" The cat exclaimed, "You did all 15. I'm so proud, David." This should have cued the lion to look up at the cat quizzically, but currently David was still recovering, barely wanting to stand up after such an exertion. It wasn't until Trevor shook him with his foot, "C'mon lazy butt. Up and at-em," that he shook himself out the daze and stood up.
He swapped spots with Trevor, watching the other feline knock out 15 reps with no problem. Silently he admired the cat's physique, for he was clearly stronger and better built than the lion, but his body was not overly toned like the Dalmatian from earlier. He counted out the reps as a courtesy to Trevor, but his eyes never wandered near the cat's own, instead glued to the cat's package, which seemed to pulse as Trevor finished a rep.
It wasn't until Trevor chuckled softly, "Like see some chick over there you like?" that David even realized he was starting to show hard.
Blushing furiously, he looked down at Trevor, "I-I," he stammered, not feeling as though he could lie for some reason, "I have to go." The cat looked downward, seemingly annoyed by the lion's inability to control his own urges.
"No worries," he said casually, "Happens to everybody now and again." He motioned to the lion to sit down so it wasn't so blatantly obvious, "I'll bring ya a bottle of water and give you a sec to cool off," he said very matter-of-factly, standing up as he did so.
The lion only nodded dumbly, trying furiously not to stare at the cat's package again as Trevor walked off. It was the weirdest feeling, watching that cat's crotch was...fascinating was the only word for it.
He barely noticed the Dalmatian sneering at him, mouthing the word "Faggot" so that only he could see it. Even still, the lion did notice and visibly blushed, looking down and breathing hard. He didn't want to be noticed again... to be ostracized and forced to leave another gym just because he couldn't stop himself from watching other guys.
Trevor returned and handed the lion his water, watching the Dalmatian with a keen eye, "He bothering you?" the cat asked curiously, causing the lion to nod. "Guy's just a big puppy, really. Nothing you can't deal with given the right set of tools." The cat chuckled to himself and patted the lion on the back.
"Ready to get back to the workout?"
The lion nodded, heading over to another weight machine with the cat following close behind, supporting him all the way through the rest of the workout. To the lion, the time seemed to just fly by. It was what he needed, really: someone to talk to. Even if there wasn't a whole lot of talking to be done while they both grunted and stressed their bodies, it still made the workout go faster with two people rather than one.
Approximately two hours later, the lion stumbled into the private locker room, sweaty and ready for a nice hot shower. He turned on the water and cast his clothes aside, oblivious to the openness of the shower. He lathered up an ample portion of his 'Mane Tamer' shampoo and began slathering it on, closing his eyes when he heard another sound that sent a chill down his spine. It was the sound of another shower being turned on.
Silently the lion tried not to panic. He'd been around naked guys before. He was sure he could handle himself. As long as it wasn't the cat or the Dalmatian, he'd be fine. He finished rinsing the shampoo out of his mane and let it fall free in the shower's spray before opening his eyes again and looking over at the newcomer cautiously. A pair of piercing green eyes stared back at him and silently the lion cursed his luck.
"Uh, thanks for the spot help," he said, trying to make casual conversation as he lathered the rest of his body with soap.
"Oh, no problem," the cat said just as smoothly, never taking his eyes off the lion for a moment, "So did the puppy catch you looking in his direction, or staring at his crotch?"
The lion's face turned to a grimace, "I d-don't know what you're talking about," he stammered out, looking over at the cat, "I-I'm not gay."
"Sure you are," the cat said coolly, "or at least bi-sexual. How else would you have noticed this?" He pointed downwards and the lion's gaze was drawn irrevocably to the ample cock and balls that dangled between the cat's legs. The same package that the lion had gazed at while bench-pressing hung freely, almost beckoning to the lion.
"Wanna know a secret?" the cat whispered as he drew closer, watching the lion's eyes drop down, David's muzzle itself lowering so that he could better see that prime example of cat-hood, "I know a lot of guys who like looking at this cock."
The cat grinned as the lion didn't respond, "They can watch my cock for hours, and listen to me tell them what to do. It's actually pretty easy. You're doing it right now." The cat's voice was soft, barely audible above the sound of the showers, "Some guys get tired when they watch. So tired they can barely stand."
David's eyes were blinking now, "Yeah...feel wiped," he muttered to himself, his knees barely keeping themselves together.
"That's okay," the cat's soothing voice was almost the center of his world now. David felt a hand on his shoulder pressing him downwards and his knees gave way, letting himself sink gently down to the ground. He got a better view of the cat's cock anyways, this way. It was so close he could almost reach out and taste it.
"If you want to suck on it, go ahead, kitty." The housecat was looking down at him now, "but if you do, you're gonna be mine from here on out. Understand?" David nodded numbly, not caring. He just wanted to suck that cat's cock so badly! Slowly the cat leaned his member forward, "Then go ahead, slave lion." The cock that was the center of his world disappeared into the lion's muzzle, David's mouth welcoming it graciously. He slid it across his tongue, suckling at it slowly at first to savor the taste, then began bobbing his head, taking as much of the massive cock into his mouth as he could at one time. Trevor reached down and petted the lion's muzzle, clearly pleased with the job the lion was doing.
"Such a mouth on you, little lion," he cooed, "You're definitely worth keeping around. And," He added as an afterthought, "I suspect you'll be getting a few more spotting help sessions from me." David would or should have blushed furiously at this comment, but was instead too engrossed in the magnificent, wonderful cock that was in his mouth at that very moment to answer. His mind was full and sleepy, the cat's words echoing through it, bouncing around as if his mind was actually quite empty.
"That's it, little lion, suck it harder." Trevor's voice was so calm, melodious even. It was the nicest thing the lion had ever heard. He could listen to that voice for hours. The lion sucked harder despite an odd heavy feeling working its way up from the lion's torso, as if his entire body was sinking away, losing itself in sleep while the cat talked and the lion sucked. The cat mrowled happily and shot a hand out to brace himself against the wall.
"I'm gonna cum soon, little lion." He leaned down and whispered softly in David's ear, "And when I do, that's going to bind you to me." His breath played softly through the shower spray, "You'll be mine. My slave lion." Trevor pulled David's mouth off of his cock for a moment more, having to use both hands just to keep the lion from sleepily going back to sucking the cat's cock, "How does that sound, little lion?" mused the cat.
David's face broke into a sleepy grin, "Sounds..." he started to murmur and paused a moment, as if his mind was trying to tell him something. "Something's not right..." his mind seemed to be screaming. It would have continued like that, and maybe woken the lion up, if not for Trevor brushing the lion across the cheek with his hand, prompting him to open his eyes, if only for a moment more. All it took was one look at that delicious eight inches of cat cock to silence that voice. "...great, Sir." The lion finally finished. His will was quite obviously not his own now. The great and powerful king of the jungle that he might have someday become was now just a meek and submissive kitten to this cat, content to worship his body and more specifically, the feline's member.
Trevor tensed a little, smiling at the thought of enjoying his newest conquest's mouth over and over again. "Well then, little lion..." The feline smiled and ceased to hold back, thrusting into the lion's muzzle three more times, each deeper than the last.
"Here," another thrust into the lion's mouth, deeper than before. The cat's member throbbed with the need to release its precious cargo.
"It," the cock was oozing gobs of pre-cum now, waiting only a moment more before the inevitable happened. Trevor's balls tensed slightly, pulling upwards as they prepared to jettison their load.
"Comes!" the cat almost shouted, bucking his cock deep into the lion's mouth, grabbing David's head with both hands and grinding it further into his crotch. Trevor's cock pulsed and began shooting streams of gooey white liquid, lapped up eagerly by David's waiting muzzle. All the while David's face remained a blank slate, staring at the other feline's cock in his mind's eye, knowing somewhere, deep down, that he was a good little lion.
Trevor stood their for a moment or two more, locked in the ecstasy of the moment, of the newly conquered lion, pumping his seed into the lion's eager maw until the twin orbs beneath his member finally emptied themselves. With a sigh of satisfaction he pulled his cock from David's muzzle and patted the lion's head affectionately.
"Now we aught to get you cleaned up, little lion," the cat purred, stroking David behind the ears as he crouched down to the lion's level, "stand up." The cat's words left no room to question him, and David soon found himself standing, soaping himself up, as if in a daze. While he did so, David was aware of talking going on behind him. He couldn't quite figure out what was being said, but was quite confident that it didn't matter to him. After all he was only a little lion, and thus didn't need to know what was being said.
Some time after that, David was still washing himself off slowly, methodically, and noticed that the cat was no longer in the room. "Strange," he thought to himself, "he was just here a moment ago." Blinking and shaking his head, he threw off the daze that he'd been in, only to notice, with a growing sense of dread, that the door to the locker room had just opened again, giving way to the massively bulked up Dalmatian. David's eyes shot back to the shower wall, but not fast enough for the Dalmatian, who quickly walked up to him and grabbed the smaller lion by the neck and slammed him roughly into the wall.
"What the hell you starin at, faggot?" sneered the dog. David tried to respond, but the Dalmatian held him so tight at the throat the he could barely wheeze. The lion struggled in vain, hands moving, gripping the thick tree-trunk arms of the Dalmatian.
"H-help," David coughed out after a moment. His eyes darted about wildly when he noticed that the dog's fist was now raised, ready to strike.
"I said. What are you starin at, ya fag?" the Dalmatian readied his fist further, tightening his grip. "Heck yeah," he thought to himself, "gonna beat this faggot but good."
"He was staring at your dick, puppy," came a voice all too familiar to both furs. Trevor stood calmly, watching the scene taking place, "Y'know, the same way you like to stare at mine, remember?" The cat stood casually leaning against the door to the shower wearing naught but a towel about his waist.
The Dalmatian dropped David, the white fur of his muzzle had turned a bright, fire-truck red, "T-he hell you say?" He stammered after a moment, "I don't look at no guy's cock, man. I ain't gay."
Trevor smiled that knowing smile David had seen earlier and calmly advanced towards the large canine. "Puppy," he said with a smug smile, "I want you to go out into the locker room, watch the door for me and the little lion here, and jerk off furiously." He leaned in very close, watching the dog's face huff and puff, becoming redder by the moment, "because that's as close as you're ever gonna get to me or my little lion, and you know it deep down."
The Dalmatian grabbed him and lifted the cat up by the neck, "I. Ain't. Gay." He brought his fist up, "And you'll pay for saying that to me, faggot."
The cat, still as calm as ever, simply looked him right in the eyes, "Maybe," he coughed out, "you need a reminder, puppy." When his eyes met the Dalmatian's, Trevor looked down, prompting the Dalmatian's eyes to follow suite. What they found was the feline's member, still unflaggingly hard from his earlier workout with David, and a change slid over the Dalmatian's features. He dropped the cat and sighed, shoulders dropping down and arms falling limply at his sides.
"Yes Coach Trevor," said the now sleepy looking Dalmatian, "I think I'll go do just what you asked, sir." He began to move, taking step after step, like each one was an enormous burden. His canine cock had already slipped free of its sheath and his hand was almost unconsciously reaching down, stroking it as the dog opened the door and walked out.
Trevor smiled and walked over to the lion, who was now staring at the feline's cock the same way the puppy was not a moment ago. "Don't feel sad for him," the cat cooed, "After all, he's a horrible lay, all bulked up like that, but he's got a heckuva career ahead of him as a body builder." Trevor smirked a bit, "With my help of course."
The cat lifted up the lion, helping him to his feet, "Now c'mon little lion," he sad softly into the lion's ear, watching with a small bit of glee, the lion's cock slipping out of it's sheath, "let's get you cleaned off and talk about our new workout plan together."
David smiled that vacant smile, "Okay sir," as he allowed himself to be dragged back into the steaming water. The steam enveloped the pair, hiding their bodies mingling, soon after the lion's roar as his cock splattered its contents across the cold porcelain tiles. All the while the Dalmatian pumped away at his cock, smiling that same vacant smile and repeating to himself, "I'm a good puppy," over and over.