Story 1: The Locker Room
#1 of Pure Smut Anthology
So-- the first thing my regular readers will notice is that this is the first story in an anthology that goes a little outside the normal boundaries of how I tell stories-- namely, it is pretty much head-on, full-blown, no-holes-barred smut. No, I have nothing against writers/artists who focus solely on adult material but in general my stories tend to have a little more plot.
That being said, this is the first story in an anthology of stories I will have to present that are, at their base level, smut. Limited character development, few plot points, no real overriding social commentary-- just smut.
Readers may also note that this story started in 2013; it's been sitting half-complete for about two and a half years. Originally started in response to a comment from one of my regular readers it went largely ignored until I realized that I'm near the end of January without any real story updates so I whipped it out, brushed it off, and now I'm putting it in. (You know, considering this story is full of smut the double entendre somehow seemed fitting).
Anyway, I hope everyone who reads the story can enjoy and if you are NOT looking for simple smut then go look at my other stories; this one is, as the title implies, PURE SMUT.
So-- for those readers who ARE going to read this or HAVE read this, my plan is to periodically pick up this project from time to time and add to it. Who wants to suggest the next theme? Please note: theme is a 5-6 word sentence that describes a scene or general interaction. There are no guarantees that I'll get to all of the ones suggested but it never hurts to make one!
The Pure Smut Anthology Story 1: The Locker Room copyright 2013 comidacomida
Despite the vast majority of his money coming from a trust fund Del considered himself employed as a professional runner. He wasn't a weekend sprinter or a seasonal race-for-the-cure contributor and god forbid he be mistaken for a casual fitness jogger; Del ran marathons and he ran as many as he could as often as he could. For him it was a way of life-- it was THE way of life, and all of his nineteen years on the earth led him to it.
While most Dalmatians were known as decent sprinters and competent over long distances, Del had spent all of his teenage years perfecting the three things he knew he would need to be able to compete with the professionals: consistent power, stamina, and will. There were, of course other, less innocent things where those self-same traits came in useful. After a long morning of training, Del found himself in such a situation.
He had just finished his two hour jog on the gym treadmill when he realized one of the other patrons had been watching him for longer than any casual reason would merit. The Wolf: a large, well-built weight-lifter was eying him from across the way. Del exchanged glances with the lupine, who was busy doing squats with free weights, grinned back; it was obvious that the weight-lifter didn't mind that the Dalmatian knew he was watching.
Del grabbed his water bottle and proceeded toward the locker room; out of the corner of his eye he saw the Wolf put the weights back and made to follow. Although the Dalmatian was nearly six foot tall, his runner's build left him on the lighter side; the weight lifter trailing after him was at least three inches taller and nearly twice as wide. The Dog pushed the door open into the men's lockers and went straight to where he'd stored his clothes.
The wolf's deep voice, as well as the comment itself startled Del. "Naice ass."
The Dalmatian turned to regard the weight lifter, who was leaning against the end of the row of lockers. The Wolf wore a sleeveless white shirt, revealing a good portion of his arms and shoulders. His body had very distinct definition and it was readily obvious that he put great care into developing his muscles, but, at the same time he wasn't as rippled as some of the most serious weight-lifters Del had seen. The Dalmatian would have guessed that he was probably in his late twenties or early thirties, but he had the kind of confidence and authority of someone more like Del's dad.
The way the wolf had said the word 'nice' offered more than the subtle hint of an accent and, coupled with the sleeveless white tee and cut-off jean shorts suggested that the weight lifter was bordering on southern white-trash-- well-built, muscled, southern white-trash. Despite himself, Del was intrigued... and a little scared. "Excuse me?"
The Wolf stepped closer. "Ah said, 'naice ass'."
Del tried to swallow his fear unsuccessfully. "Oh."
He pressed one paw against the wall of lockers next to Del's head as he leaned over, staring down at the Dalmatian. "Now, at this point y'all ken say 'thank ya', or 'git th'hell out'... but sayin' somethin's important, cuz sayin' nothin's kinda rude, don'cha think, boy?"
A number of thoughts went through Del's mind but nothing really took root as a nose-punching aroma of decidedly male Wolf sweat repeatedly blanked him out. "Uh... thanks?"
The Wolf licked his lips staring at Del as if the Dalmatian were a piece of meat. "Y'all got any idea what I laik doin' t' asses laik that?"
The Dog gasped as the weight lifter hefted him easily up off the ground. Del squirmed uncomfortably as he was supported by a Wolf paw alone. "No?"
The weight-lifter's lips spread wide revealing a predatory grin. "Mebee I should give y'all a hint..."
The Dalmatian grunted as his back collided with the lockers. "I... uh... a hint?"
The Wolf's tongue extended, licking each of his pointed teeth in turn. "Yeah... a 'hint'..."
Del's voice faltered with a quiver of anticipation as the Wolf began to strip him of his boxer-briefs and he hazarded a glance toward the entrance. "What... what if... if someone... were to--"
The weight lifter hooked a claw into the undergarment's waist band when it got stuck on the Dalmatian's knee and with a quick yank had it torn apart, letting it fall to the floor of the locker room. "If someone were t'what, boy? It ain't polite not t'finish yer sentences."
Del's whole body shivered as he heard the sound of the Wolf's unzipping fly and the Dalmatian licked the pooling anticipatory saliva out of his muzzle when he felt the other males thick, swollen sheath against the side of his thigh. "If someone... uh... walked-- walked in...?"
The Wolf touched noses with the Dalmatian, staring down at him with predatory eyes. "Then either they ken leave... or they ken pay t' watch."
The weight lifter lowered his head and Del gasped when he felt a broad tongue caress his collar bone, shivering as he was pressed more firmly against the lockers. He gasped out a response as the large Wolf pinned him vertical against the wall. What he meant to say was 'okay' but what came out was "Uhh! ...kay."
The mysterious Wolf didn't bother responding, choosing instead to hold up the Dalmatian with one arm. His other paw went into the locker two to the right from where Del was pinned. Although he couldn't see what the Wolf pulled out, he heard the unmistakable splurt of some kind of oil or lotion and exhaled shakily in anticipation. The slick sound of the weight lifter slathering it on his shaft made Del's teeth tingle in their sockets; a few seconds later the Dalmatian jumped in surprise when a slippery palm clamped down against the underside of his tail where it met his body. "Not sure 'bout when y'all're runnin', but ah never 'work out' without oilin' up ferst."
Del was about to respond but his voice failed him as several inches of broad, thick Wolf meat took his breath way. The Dalmatian didn't even know the weight lifter's name but he was already impaled by his shaft. Reaching out, Del placed his paws on the Wolf's shoulders, gripping his fur tightly as their hips were ground closer and closer together by the firm, consistent force of gravity that took over the moment the Wolf loosened his hold of the Dog.
With his back to the lockers and without any real purchase to keep himself steady other than the Wolf pressed up against him, Del maintained a hold of the weight-lifter's shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly to the lupine's shaggy fur. "Oh god..."
The Wolf gave him a punitive thrust, slamming several inches deeper into him in one go. "Don't go usin' the Lord's name in vain, boy."
He gasped, biting back a whine as the Wolf's thick member, regardless of how well lubricated spread him painfully wide. Pinned in place, Del wasn't in any position to squirm, leaving him completely at the mercy of his partner to choose the angle, force, and speed of entry. Despite not normally enjoying the feeling of helplessness, Del was suddenly surprising himself by the light-headed glee he felt at being so obviously overmatched by his 'partner'. "Oooh..."
The Wolf ultimately settled into a smooth rhythm and by that time Del's insides were finally starting to adjust; he began enjoying himself even more. After issuing a particularly high-pitched chirp the Dalmatian's ears burned in embarrassment when the weight lifter chuckled. "Ain't never heard a sound like that afore... wonder if ah ken find a way t'make y'all do it again..."
The wolf certainly could... and did... several more times, in fact. Del's paws were making fists amidst the Wolf's shaggy fur, clenching the weight lifter's hide tightly as he finally managed to force his hips into enough of a position that allowed him to curve his tail aside and push back against the weight-lifter's energetic, powerful thrusts. Once he was able to move in time to accept the Wolf's invading member the entire set of sensations changed and it wasn't long before his tongue was panting in pure elation.
The Wolf's breath was coming out in deep huffs, one paw wrapped around both of Del's wrists while his other migrated from the Dalmatian's rump, relying on his hips to keep the runner held aloft. "Mmmm... started off naice'n tight too... but it looks like ya'll're workin' through that..."
The Dalmatian wasn't sure what the weight lifter was getting at and, frankly, as long as he kept pounding away he didn't care, but when the Wolf's hips suddenly pushed forward with surreal force the Dog let out an inadvertent yip of surprise. The lockers slammed loudly when his back struck it and before he realized it the Wolf's paw had left his rump, leaving him hanging entirely by his wrists, held up otherwise only by the lupine's hips locked to his... but not for long; the Wolf's fingers encircled the Dog's throat.
Del gasped in surprise pressure against his airway and his entire body tensed, eliciting a deep, full pain in his tail hole as that did so as well. The weight lifter practically crooned. "There we go... that's back t'bein' jest rait."
With his head pinned to the lockers it wouldn't have taken much for the massive Wolf to choke him with a too-strong grip... but he didn't. With the Dalmatian's rump fully accessible to his hips, the weight lifter chose instead to simply keep Del in place and pound him with increasing power. Unable to deny the bliss of the massive wolf shaft pistoning into his tail hole any longer, the Dalmatian moved his paw to his own dribbling meat and began to stroke himself off.
He had enough precum pouring down from his throbbing erection that Del almost wondered if some of the Wolf's lube had ended up on him but his train of thought was derailed when the weight lifter suddenly stopped. "What's that yer doin' there boy?"
Del was hardly self-conscious but then again he'd never had a partner call attention to him pawing off while they were fucking him. "I... uh..."
The Wolf slapped the Dog's paw away. "Stop that... y'all're messin' with mah rhythm."
The Dalmatian let out a faint whine and went to move his paw back to his needful erection but the Lupine gaze meeting his was more than enough to intimidate him into submission. He looked away from the Wolf, frustrated, ashamed, and embarrassed. Eventually the indignant feeling took over. "Aren't you gonna at least--"
The weight lifter's grip around his throat tightened just enough to be noticed and a faint string of saliva leaked out from between the Wolf's sharp teeth as he began thrusting anew. "Ah ain't gonna do nothin' ah don' wanna do, boy... an' y'all ain't gonna do nothin' ah don' wan ya'll t'do."
Frustrated to the point he was barely able to restrain a growl, Del realized that the idea of being taken in a locker room by a gruff-and-tough Wolf wasn't living up to how it sounded in his fantasies and he was just about to try and disengage when the weight lifter gave a double-strength thrust and the sensation left Del's head swimming. Despite the Wolf's overbearing nature he was damn good at topping, and the Dalmatian almost ended up swallowing his tongue as his whole body gave over to the sensation of being used by the large Lupine.
The Dog murmured to himself that all was forgiven... especially when, on the next thrust the Wolf's member hit just the right place inside him and his paw ended up being unnecessary. Spasming, Del's breath came out as a shaky wheeze as he whined out his orgasm, seed stopped up just enough by the enormous Lupine member up his tail-hole that it gave the weight lifter a few extra seconds to clamp his paw down, pinning Del's pulsing shaft to his abdomen. The Dalmatian groaned through the ejaculation, silently hating the Wolf for the mess that his pooling semen would make on his fur but easily able to forgive him thanks to the toe-tingling orgasm.
The body builder snorted once Del was done, still holding him up by his wrists as if the arm were iron rather than flesh; he seemed to show no signs of fatigue. At first Del thought that the Wolf was going to return the large, cum-covered Lupine paw to his throat but it instead clamped down onto his muzzle. "Y'all made the mess, boy... now ya'll're gonna clean it up."
Gritting his teeth at first, Del wasn't about to humor the Wolf but the weight-lifter must have sensed his reluctance and responded with a particularly powerful thrust; Del yelped when he felt the knot force its way into his body and that's when the Lupine took the opportunity to force his fingers inside. It wasn't that Del minded the taste of his own semen, especially when it was mixed with the musky flavor of the Wolf's paw pads, but he wasn't about to let the Wolf keep the upper hand without at least a token defense... it made it that much more fun.
Despite his original resistance Del made quick work of the Wolf's paw, two fingers at a time. He eventually took hold of the weight lifter's large wrist and encircled it with both his paws, holding himself up with it as he licked at the space between the thick, rugged paw-pads. He'd long-since begun to moan again as the Wolf's seemingly endless-stamina meant his body was wracked by quick, staccato-like thrusts due to the fact that his 'partner' had his knot wedged firmly in him. Just as Del was finishing with the paw the Wolf spoke up again, his voice tight with insistence. "Thassa good boy... now I bet y'all're ready fer yer treat..."
Del had a number of witty comebacks but at the moment he was about to speak the large paw clamped down over his muzzle, forcing his head back against the wall of metal as the Wolf slammed into him, creating a loud crash against the lockers due to their combined bodyweight hitting it. A moment later the Lupine let out a completely unrestrained howl. The Dalmatian heard the sound echo around the enclosed locker room as if it were a fire alarm but he'd long-since stopped caring about being quiet at that point as he was pushed into another orgasm of his own.
The feel of copious amounts of Wolf spunk bathing his insides in syrupy heat was too much and, despite the fact that he'd already came not two minutes previous, Del found himself emptying whatever last bit of fluids his stimulated body hadn't already surrendered. Finally, after what felt like forever, the Wolf finally pulled him away from the lockers. As if Del weighed no more than a pillow the weight lifter moved him over to a bench and, straddling it, lowered the Dalmatian down until his back laid across it. Del was the first to speak. "Wow..."
The Wolf was all teeth as he grinned. "Yea... ah get that a lot."
The runner was ready to ask another question but a heavy Wolf-paw landed on his chest, pinning him in place. Before Del realized what was going on the weight lifter made a quick tug as the left side of his hip dropped down slightly and with almost surreal ease the Wolf's knot popped free. The Dalmatian stared. "Fuck... I thought we'd be here for an hour! How'd you do th--?"
The weight lifter interrupted him. "An hour? Sakes no, boy-- I gotta job t'get to, but y'all ken make up fer me leavin' by stayin' a lil longer."
Del went to sit up and shuddered as a veritable waterfall of thick, sticky Wolf cum immediately began to leak out of his tail. He glanced to the Wolf who spared him not even a second glance, grabbing a towel out of a locker and whistling as he wandered off to the showers. The Dalmatian had no idea what the Wolf had meant about him staying around longer until his lingering gaze caught sight of a Bear, a Bull, and a Horse-- all three obviously weight lifters. They were standing off to the side and they were all dressed only in towels; not a single towel was without a very noticeable tent.
The Bull was the first to drop his towel, approaching the prone Dalmatian with an expression that was unmistakable... not that Del would have mistaken anything considering the hefty rod standing at attention between the Bovine's legs. His eyes glanced to the Bear and Horse, who were likewise doffing their towels as they began warming themselves up. Judging on the musky haze filling the air they probably didn't really need the warm up. It wasn't the first time in Del's life he was glad he trained to be a marathon runner; power, stamina, and will were THAT important. The Bull picked up the tube of lube left by the Wolf and wasted no time in helping Del with even more endurance training.