Chapter 2: Gym Rat, Sauna Pup

I woke up early Sunday morning, painfully erect again. And again I decided not to do anything about it. I had to leave quick if I was gonna make it to the gym in time. I don't know why I cared if I was late. Luckily, I kept the towel close at hand all night so I didn't lose it. Not like it was going anywhere on the table by the door, but still, you never know. It felt safer to just sleep with it, so I did. I didn't think too much about it. I flung on a t-shirt and some running shorts and made my way. 

When I arrived, the parking lot was mostly empty, maybe 5 cars. I didn't know which one was Donovan's, but he didn't seem to be in any of them. After waiting a few minutes I got a ping on my phone. Unknown number.

"Yo, I see your car, come in." It said. Must be Donovan. Did Danny give him my number without asking me? I guess it made coordinating things easier.

"Can't you just come out and get it?" I asked. I really didn't want to be seen walking into an anthro gym alone. It seemed... scandalous somehow. Of course I didn't want to be in there myself, either. 

"No." He said matter of factly. Followed by, "I'm in the middle of my workout. You were late. Come in."

Late? Maybe by 2 minutes. Whatever, I just wanted to get this over with. I strode up to the door with a grumble. Upon entering, I was hit with a wave of humid, acrid air. I'd been inside smelly gyms before but this was something else. If Dan's apartment smelled of anthro sweat this place was a sea of it. I needed a moment to steady myself as I walked inside. 

My reaction didn't go unnoticed as a pair of burly hands caught my chest and shoulder before I fell. I looked up to meet the worried gaze of a tiger anthro. He wore a gym branded t-shirt that I'm positive would have ripped if he flexed the slightest bit, and a hat with the same logo on it. He stood between me and the check in desk I'm sure he was working at.

"Easy there tiger," he said, the pun lost on me at the moment. "first time?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. And thank you."

"Of course, no problem at all. It can be a little intense if you're not used to it." He let my chest go once I found my feet, but kept his hand on my shoulder for assurance. It was massive on me, draping over my entire shoulder with enough left to rub against the inside of my neck. The fur tickled, in a nice way, I noted. I subconsciously hoped maybe some anthro girls worked out here before shaking my head clear. 

"Uh, I'm just here to see Donovan. He's a wolf, uh, guy. To return this." I produced the towel. For a split second I thought I could see a predatory flash in his eye, followed by mild disappointment. Then he was all smiles and company cheer once again.

"Of course, I know Donovan, he's right this way. If you'd follow me." He gestured for me to follow and I did, eager to get out of this air. Even though the man wasn't sweating himself, I still felt like I could pick up his scent from the others following so closely behind. Like his fur was wafting waves of pheromones over my body as we moved. 

It gave me a minute to admire the tiger's body. His fur wasn't as fluffy as Donovan's, so I could see more of his definition. Thick cut lines trailed down his back, accentuated by the tank top. The back of his shoulders rippled as they moved, shadows playing off of valleys. His short gym shorts hid nothing of his bulging calves either. Each step sending tense twitches that drew my eye downward. The tightness of those shorts showing off a sculpted mass of flesh that looked like you could bounce a quarter off of it. A long thin tail swiped back and forth above, and I noticed that my eyes would absentmindedly follow to whatever part of his back it guided them.

"I'm Ray, by the way." He stopped for a moment to turn to the side and shake my hand. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts, but that didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. "Seth." I took his hand and did my best to meet his firmness. It was impossible of course. "You know, Seth, we're accepting new members anytime. We haven't got a lot of business since, well I'm sure you can guess." 

Ray gestured to the open space of machines. As I'd thought from the lot, there were only a few people here. All them anthros. None of them women, I noted with slight dismay. There was a bear on the bench press, clearly moving 3 plates with ease. Even under his dense fur and visible fat, I could see the raw strength underneath.

There was a snake man, no legs, all tail, wrapped around a pull up bar that hoisted his human-like torso up and down. His skin covered in glistening scales and a hood that flared around his head with each rep. 

There was another cat anthro, this one coated in sleek brown fur. Far less muscular than the others, he could almost pass for a woman in the right light. Focusing on squats that jutted his ass out under his own twisting tail. 

Finally there was Donovan. He sat on the edge of a bench with a dumbbell in each hand, alternating curls. Even from across the room I could see his biceps threatening to break out of his own skin. Each pump forced a deep animal grunt from him. Sweat dripped from his muzzle down between his bulky legs. He looked so wet. My mouth was so dry. 

"So if you'd like to sign up, we're offering a free 3 months just to fill the place up. Get people in the door. I think seeing more humans would make people more comfortable, don't you?"

I'd almost forgotten what preamble Ray was continuing. When I picked up my thoughts, I could assume why business was slow. Some people still didn't like anthros. On TV, movies, music, porn, sure. In their gyms. Not so much yet. I used to count myself among that group. I mean, still did. To a point.

"I don't really know... I'm just here to return something." 

"Why don't you work out with Donovan today and see how you feel? It would be a big favor." He gave me this look that reminded me of a kitten begging for food. Eyes wide and innocent, lips almost pouting with anticipation of consent. It was so strange to see such a hulking man three times my size look at me so expectantly. There was really no other option.

"I guess... I could try that." I relented.

"Great! Here, I'll give you some free merch to sweeten the deal!" He excitedly bounded over to a small locker on the wall, much quicker than we'd walked here. He returned in a flash with a hot pink tank top, some black shorts, a water bottle, and a small brown glass bottle. "Sorry if the clothes are a little tight. Still trying to get human sizes down."

"What's this?" I asked, holding up the bottle. It was sealed, and had some clear liquid inside of it with a little pill at the bottom. It jingled as I shook it. The lable said Puppers.

"That's our pattented supplement. It helps relax your muscles between sets and promote rebuilding." 

"I'm supposed to sip this thing between every set?" I asked incredulously. The bottle was barely bigger than my thumb. 

"No no no! Whatever you do, don't drink it. You're supposed to sniff it. You break down muscle barriers when you exercise. Your brain already makes chemicals to promote muscle growth and regrowth. This just activates those chemical pathways faster. Here."

Ray took the bottle from me and handed over the rest of the items. He turned the lid open with a light hiss and held it under my nose. I looked around, feeling a little forced and more than a little nervous. I noticed that the other patrons had paused their workouts now, looking at the new potential member. Including Donovan. I caught his eyes dead set on mine. He was panting with exertion, his breaths waving his torso up and down. Damp clothes and fur clinging to his tight body. His tongue hanging out of his grinning mouth. He nodded. Before I knew it, I'd already breathed in, deeply. 

Warmth. Inexorable and all encompassing. That's how I'd describe it. The smell was chemically, sour to my nose, but when I exhaled it tasted sweet on the back of my tongue. A second after it left my lungs, I could feel my brain firing off signals I didn't recognize. I could feel my muscles relaxing even though my blood was pumping faster than ever. My heart was beating out of my chest despite my arms and legs turning to jelly. 

I swayed on my feet, leaning toward Ray in case I fell. I was grateful when his big strong hands steadied me once again. My head lulled into his burly chest without my trying to. My nose buried in between his soft, exposed pectorals. I huffed loudly to try and clear my lungs of the supplement, but only got a new lungful of sultry tiger scent. I felt soft, floaty, sensitive, hotter than I should be in these clothes. I'd never felt like this before, and in a moment, it was gone.

I could feel my body forming itself back to normal, while my brain still felt remnants of the sensation for a few moments longer. 

"Easy there buddy, that was a big first hit! Good job." Ray said, patting me on the back and nearly knocking me over. Another hand caught my chest before I hit the ground. Dark, wet fur and soft pads gently hoisted me back up to a standing position between him and Ray. It was Donovan. 

"Ray, you're overwhelming the guy. Give him a minute to breathe. Okay, Seth? Breathe." As much as I didn't want it to, having Donovan hold me up was making me feel better. I took a deep breath in as instructed. With him being so close all I could smell was his own wolf perfume. For whatever reason it didn't bother me as much as it had before, although it wasn't necessarily helping my wooziness. 

The other patrons were subtly meandering their way towards us to see what the commotion was about. Donovan's hands gently and firmly guided me away from them. 

"Let's give him a few, guys. Don't wanna scare him off, right?" I felt his neck turn to shoot them all a look. I didn't care to see what it was. I felt eerily safe in Donovan's arms at the moment so I just followed where he led.

"Come on buddy, we'll head to the back and cool you off, ok?" He intoned. His voice was so much more soothing in person than over the microphone. The reverb from his chest rumbled through my body from tip to tail. I nodded softly into his support. Cooling off sounded nice.

He ushered me down the hall and through a door into a locker room. I had the thought that I'd be recoiling from the sheer concentration of male scent as soon as I saw where we were, but I didn't. Instead, I clocked the various odors, internalized that they were all around me, and chose to focus on Donovan's instead. Better to have one brand of musk in your nose than 10, right? That felt right.

Donovan sat me down on a bench and tilted my head up to his. He looked down on me with wide eyes. To me they seemed consolatory, if I were to see them clearly, they were hungry. He gently patted my head, his paw encompassing my entire skull and then some. Pulling me upward to sit straight. 

"I'm gonna change and hit the sauna, and then we can go, ok?" He said, as if talking to a kid.

"Okay." I was shocked at the lack of energy my voice had. Was I really so unable to handle what these guys called a work out supplement? My thoughts felt even farther away then they had when I first hit it. I thought to ask, "Donovan? When is the stuff I took gonna wear off?" as if a child was asking for a nap.

"Oh bud, it already has." He placed his palm on my cheek indignantly. I couldn't help but nuzzle myself into it. "You're musk drunk right now." He finished, patting me like a dog and turning to his locker.

"Musk drunk?" I asked. That sounded so stupid. A made up phrase by horny anthro heads. I was clearly still drugged from that stuff Ray gave me. I shook my head to settle it from rocking back and forth with the weight of his pats. I suddenly missed the contact keeping me stable.

"Yup, you didn't do the research I told you to did you? If you did, you'd have probably worn a mask in here your first time. But maybe you prefer it this way. I know we do."

"What are you talking about? Why would I need a mask in a gym?" I watched him fumble about in his locker for a moment before he took his shirt by the hem and lifted it up in one smooth yet sticky motion. The shirt did not want to let go of him. I weirdly understood how it felt. 

Donovan's back rippled with freshly broken in bulk. Veins popped under his fur, dripping with disgusting fumey sweat. Tantalizing sweat. Arms raised exposing fluffy armpits absolutely soaked with the stuff. I was dumbfounded at how good he looked. How masculine and tight. How easily authority came to someone who looked and sounded and /smelled/ like that. 

"Because if you don't, cute little humans like you end up drooling over big strong anthros like us." He said it so casually. I would be mortified if I could form a thought at the moment. But Donovan was undoing his shorts and lowering them down and his bare sculpted ass was bending over right in front of me, the stench flowing around my head like tweeting birds and I couldn't hazard a guess as to what I could even have been saying besides, "Woah."

"Yeah, you got got pretty good buddy. I thought someone who didn't like guys like us would've at least read up on why. But you were just confused, am I right?" 

He stood tall again and turned to me. My eyes hadn't left where his ass once was, so when his glorious body rotated toward me I was perfectly.. eye level with... "Oh".

"Yeah. You were confused is all. We'll help you learn. That's a good boy. Take it in."

It was a lot to take in. Donovan was in a thin jockstrap. A sizable bulge barely two feet from my face. It was trapped in a thin, white material that I could tell hadn't been washed in a while. The faint outline of his cock visible although obscured by cartoonish clouds of steam rising from it. His sack was so plump that the edges of it hung softly outside what the jock could contain. Fluffy scrotum flesh spilling out in front of my eyes. And the smell. Fuuuck the smell was divine. Disgusting, rancid, swampy ball stink and the stench of stained underwear flooded my nostrils and I could only sit there, mouth agape and drooling at the sight. I vaguely realized Donovan was still speaking, then again realized none of it was registering.

"Good pup. I love the look on their faces the first time. You're not gonna remember much after you came in here so I guess I could explain a couple things." He rocked his hips side to side, letting his tightly cradled package shift in their confines. I followed the outline of his cock dutifully. I could see it was humanoid, a thick mushroom head topping a shaft nearly as thick as my arm. He couldn't have been hard yet. How hung was this guy? 

"If you'd have done your homework like I told you you'd have seen what musk like ours does to human brains like yours. Our bodies are built to send sexual signals for miles. Some of us can keep it under control, some of us can't."

His hip thrusts became a gyration, wide circles that brought his smelly man meat closer to my face, then farther away. I was leaning forward each time that he backed away. Forward and back, back and forth. Leaning forward more each rotation, leaning back less. Sniffing when it was close, panting when it was gone. It felt so good. Unreasonably good.

"We have a good natural resistance to it. But humans. With enough of us in your lungs you just become stupid. Needy. Cock. Drunk. Whores." He accentuated every word with a powerful forward thrust. On the last word, the cloth grazed the tip of my nose, and stayed there. I was frozen. What the hell was I doing? This was wrong. It was sick! It was the most vile thing I'd ever been a part of. Putrid and dirty rubbing against my face and I was just letting it. I couldn't stop it. I wanted to, but I couldn't, I told myself. There was comfort in my perceived powerlessness. It meant I could keep huffing Donovan's ball stench without a care about how much of a slut I looked. I wasn't enjoying this. He was making me, clearly. With whatever sciencey bs he was spouting.

He pushed forward only slightly. Letting the feeling of his bulge settle on the side of my nose before stopping. I nuzzled into him like I had his hand, hoping he wouldn't pull away again. The sounds of my desperate huffing breaths melting into whispered moaning exhales. My nose buried itself into the underside of his cock, feeling it drape over the bridge and my eyes. Hot melty grime was pooling up over my face as I tried in vain to keep my mouth closed. 

My tongue exited despite my protests, eager to taste what was gate kept by my nostrils up til now. My brain exploded in flavor, shoving myself even deeper into the crevices offered to me. Soft, yielding flesh twitching over me, rising higher and higher, revealing more undercarriage to worship. My lips nipped at the underside of his clothed cock, where the base met his balls. God damn the odor here was intense. My mind was reeling more than when I hit that bottle. A concentrated pit of inescapable rotten rank fuck perfume. 

I opened my jaw to allow one of his half clothed balls into my mouth. They were so large I could hardly fit it inside, but I kept trying, slathering it in my saliva until it was slick enough to pop in with a grotesque suckling sound. Wetting his jock enough that the likely days old funk saturated my taste buds and flowed down my throat. This was heaven.

No. These thoughts felt wrong. This wasn't me. I wasn't gay, I certainly wasn't into anthros, and I was most definitely not into Donovan. I dragged my open panting mouth away from his groin, gasping relatively clean air as I leaned back on the bench. 

I imagine Donovan didn't look too pleased with that, if I could force my eyes up to his face, that is.

"Hmm. I guess you need a little more time to stew. Come with me, pup."

A flitter of anger rose within me at that. I wasn't a pup. I wasn't some cheap slut for him to wipe his sweaty cock all over. Not some whore who'd spit shine his member until there was a heady mixture of saliva and pheromones dripping from my open mouth. I shook my head again.

"F-fuck off Donovan." I spat. This was going too fast. I had to leave now if I ever wanted to feel normal again. I could tell he was doing something to me. Taking something from me and putting things in its place. If I let him, I may never want to leave again. I stood on wobbly legs, but that only put me squarely face to face with him. He reached out to steady me and I slapped his hands away pitifully. The sudden motion sent me reeling forward, my face landing in his wet chest fluff again. His big strong arms wrapped around me quickly, keeping me from tumbling over. Keeping me locked in the cloud of his musk. 

"Breathe, little buddy. Breathe deep and relax. You need a proper place to sit down. I'm going to take you there. You want me to. You're going to let me."

God why did he have to smell so fucking good? Why did his chest have to rumble against my face when he spoke. His words soaking into my head as his fumes soaked into my skin. Why couldn't I just leave? Was it because I didn't want to? I'd only come here to return a towel, but I stayed all because some muscle head anthro kept my attention. Showed off his bulky body along with the others. Inundated my brain with these sex signals as Donovan said. 

I couldn't have left if I tried, right? Was there even a moment I stood a chance of retreat? How could it possibly be now?

Distracted by my swirling thoughts, I didn't notice I was no longer standing. I was being carried much like a baby by Donovan. Taken somewhere I couldn't see with my face buried oh so deeply into his sweat coated chest fur. It felt so soft, it smelled so strong. What was once an acrid stale flavor on the back of my throat was now a torrent of fresh unadulterated sex flowing straight into my lungs and pumped all throughout my body. I could feel my erection poking against the iron wall of his torso. He was taking me somewhere I could sit properly. That's right. Donovan was taking me. Everything was okay. 

I was removed from the warmth of his cloister and placed into a different kind of heat. Bleary eyes scanned my new surroundings. A sauna. Donovan sat me on the lounge seat into comfortable cushions. I laid back into them instinctively, staring up at his sculpted body towering over me.

"You can't be in here with your clothes on. It's against the rules. Understand?" He said, the authority in his voice echoing through the small chamber. It wouldn't be denied. If it was against the rules. I limply reached for my t-shirt and started to pull it over my head, getting stuck halfway through. 

"Lemme help you out there, buddy." Donovan's massive paws pulled my own arms away. I let them go limp and be lifted as he pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, slumping them down to my sides. It felt good to just relax and let Donovan lead me where I needed to be. Something about that felt wrong, but I couldn't be bothered to wonder why. 

"Good boy. Now lift your ass up." I did so without thinking. His claws hooked my shorts and underwear together and pulled them from my stagnant body. I clocked him getting an eye full of my exposed butt as he did. The sly lick of his lips was unmistakable. Now I was fully naked, alone, with Donovan. In a sauna that steamed with hot air and an overpowering increase in his personal flavor. Clouds of steam carried with them his potent mating pheromones. I knew that this was a dangerous place to be, but I felt so happy to be there.

He opened the door quickly and tossed my clothes away. I half noticed him hooking my underwear onto the door handle. Images of college dorms with socks on the knob flashed in my mind. Just what was he planning on doing in here? Was this gay anthro wolf Adonis going to try something with me? What did I want him to try? More than I'd already done, I concluded with a shiver. What the hell was happening to me?

Donovan sat himself on the opposite end of the sauna, reclining back, eyes closed. Relaxed and cool as a cucumber while I lay melting in body and mind across from him. I couldn't take my eyes off his body. Nothing but his jockstrap to hide his physique. I touched my lips spotting the dark wet mark on his left nut. They felt so sensitive right now. I wish I hadn't backed off so soon... 

No, I had to force myself to look my assaulter in the eye. I raised my gaze past his washboard six pack, his breast-like pectorals, that damned mound of chest hair I so badly wanted to lose myself in, his fluffy neck and up to his eyes. He wasn't even looking at me. Fucking prick. Here I was fawning over him in the most humiliating way and he couldn't be bothered to look up from his phone? What was he even doing?

I heard the sound of keys typing, then a few more clicks. The lights in the sauna began to dim, then change colors. Deep red, soft blue, hard green, hot pink, then back again. A few more clicks and soft music started to play. Almost electronic but much too focused on bass. There were lyrics somewhere but I could hardly pick them out over the shuddering tempo.

My eyes traveled the room as it was cascaded in the alternating light show. Along with the music it was like some private club. The thrumming bass line kept pounding in my chest, forcing my heart to beat to its rhythm, and my breathing to follow. It made me realize exactly how bad of a situation I was in. Trapped in a sauna, lights and music pumping like a salacious rave, with a mostly naked alpha male who clearly wanted to fuck me. I couldn't ignite enough fire in my legs to leave. It would be so easy, just get up and walk out. Would he even try to stop me? Would he pick me up and pin me back down and do away with this preamble all together? I fought hard to convince myself that that didn't sound so hot 

My gaze lazily dragged back to him in my reverie. I started as I noticed he was finally looking back at me. Muzzle hung low, tongue rolled out and drooling onto his chest. Eyes alight with predatory lust. They seemed to glow and sparkle iridescent in the shifting light of the sauna now. Glinting untold pleasures directly into my brain.

When he spoke, I sensed the entire room bend to listen and pass on his words to me. Echos on echos in my ears. 

"Watch me closely. Breath deeply. Touch yourself, but do not cum."

They weren't suggestions. They were commands. The pressure in my mind clicked into place. A puzzle piece that I hadn't known I was missing until he told me. I focused solely on him, letting the thrumming beat of the room sway me back into lying in languid plasticity. I didn't need to do anything right now. Except watch him closely. Breathe deeply. Touch myself. 

"Good pup." He grumbled at me, tracing his hands up along his flank. They drew my eyes to the definition of his obliques, fingers dragged over the ridges like a xylophone. They raised to briefly fondle the monolithic pectorals of his chest, before flattening his palms and slowly swiping them down his abs.

My eyes were glued where he lead them, but it wasn't until the tips of his claws reached the enticing V of his waist that I found myself drooling along with him. A small pool beginning to form on my own chest as I lie there, spellbound, huffing the air around me. Those breaths becoming pants when he finally dipped his hands into the band of his jock. My gaze locked tight to what lay beneath, mental circuitry frying in real time. I'd tasted him before. Smelled its powerful foulness with a barrier. Now I was finally going to see it. My own cock was telling me very clearly that I wanted that all along. There was no room for doubt on that front anymore.

Leisurely, painfully so, he hooked his thumbs on either side of the object of my desires and pulled until the base was in view. Just a glimpse of proud width and bulging veins. I dazedly wondered if he somehow worked out his member like he did his body. 'C'mon,' I thought to myself. 'Show me that wolf cock already!' , mortified at my own inner monologue, but unable to bring myself to care. Everything had changed like a so quickly. I was caught in the whirlwind of this man with nothing to hold onto save my own aroused penis.

He spoke, but I dare not look away from the slow descent of the unholy barrier. "Lean back. Keep stroking. Hump your hand." Another command I internalized without really hearing the words. My hand fed my fugue state like a rabid animal. Precum wet my cock and let my hand slap and slide against it. I lifted my ass into myself over and over again. Pumping myself to him. It felt amazing, tying this pleasure to Donovan. To his body. It was evil, but it was heavenly.

Enough of his cock was showing for me to see the beginnings of his bulbous round nutsack. Strings of sweat and musk twitched and snapped as the cloth was pulled away. God, I swore I could hear the sticky moisture tear away from his fur bit by bit over the music. My tongue was hanging out of my lips by now. I could taste him in the fog of this prison. 

He continued until his balls were in full view, sagging down in a soft mass of flesh against the sauna bench with an audible thump. His cock hovered over them enough to spy his undercarriage. I imagined clouds of his personal stench fighting with the steam in the room. I imagined it winning that fight. Unnaturally overtaking it to drown me in nothing but him. It felt like more than just my imagination at the time. 

Then he stopped, the hem of his jock hanging only off the mushroom head of his cock. Eight thick inches already burning themselves into my brain with more to come. Fuck, he wasn't even hard yet. Just lazily aroused by my submissive loss. I wanted nothing more than for that last little bit to release. For the last bit of myself to come undone. 

One of his hands peeled away and hooked his finger upward. A command being the only way I could have managed to rip my unblinking eyes from him. I met his own, sharp and predatory. Knowing. Able. Dominating. 

"Tell me what you want." He groaned through his own panting. He was getting excited by me. That knowledge lit a pride in me that tainted my very core. I should not want this. I should not be here giving into this, begging for this. From him of all people. But I was. And I had nothing left to give but all of me. 

"I-I want it." My gaze left his, hoping he'd see the need that had dropped so unceremoniously back to his lap. 

He snapped his fingers loudly, breaking the din of the wonderful music to bring me back to his piercing yellow eyes. 

"Say it properly, or you'll never see it again. Never smell it again. Never get this chance again." The snarl of his threat was more animal than man. It made me shudder with fear. He held me there for a moment, waiting for what we both knew was the only outcome. 

I'd like to say I tried to resist. I'd like to say I remembered who I was in that moment and stormed away from the disgusting pervert who'd groped me and stripped me and let his friends drug me into some musk hungry slut for his pleasure. I'd like to say I wasn't still stroking myself to the eroticism of his presence alone, not dripping copious drool onto myself like his braindead puppy. I just wanted to say something else so much more.

"I want your cock, Donovan. Please." 

The jock finally pulled away, sending my thoughts away with it. My breath hitched as his heavy log of a cock entered my view. I traced it's veins down to a wide mushroom tip my body begged me to plug my empty throat with. The weight of the shaft hung like a barbell over his churning testes, a baseball bat on a pair of down pillows. Donovan's hand came into my peripheral, finger crooked in a beckoning motion I could hardly see in my tunneled vision.

"Come here. And no more touching that pathetic thing." He ordered. 

My hand fell away from my own cock with a limp flop. Without a second's hesitation it fumbled forward to pull myself off the bench and toward the magnetic force of my new God. I crawled along the floor like a pet. Reverent and diminutive before my owner. The stench on the ground was somehow even more intense, a heavy gas that sunk to the base of the room to suffocate anyone (un)fortunate enough to find their place there. Every inch I neared, he'd twitch, hardening, getting ready for me. Reaching higher to meet me. Bobbing up and down, my head lolling along with it, transfixed.

Donovan sat, relaxed, beefy legs spread wide as I approached. Thighs wider than my torso inviting me to my destruction. Passing his knees, my head grazed along those thighs, running my cheek along their soft wetness, a vile silk that stained me inside and out. The potency at this range sent me into a dizzy spell. I was almost content to lie my head there and sleep forever, but I knew neither of us would be satisfied with that. My body forced my face along his legs to the edge of the bench. Swaying my head to center with much effort, I prostrated myself below him. Below it, letting it's shadow play across my face in so many colors.

The barest glimmer of Donovan's gaze penetrating me through the tangible cloud of his sweaty, putrid, disgusting, incredible, seductive odor. We locked eyes. Him bearing down on me, me, tongue out, panting, waiting for something, anything to tell me what I should do next. I knew deep down, but it was when he /clenched/... Twitched his towering cock on purpose. When my eyes followed it up and up and up. When it came crashing down across my face. When the heat and weight thumped over my mouth and nose and eye coating me in slime. That's when it was so clear.

My lips closed around him on instinct. My first peck made me want to wretch, but my second made me want another. My third made me positive I was addicted. That was all it took to start sliding up and down the shaft, sniffing as much of him as I could take into each breath. It never felt like enough. Swirling my tongue around every nook and cranny I could find, pressing into the soft texture of his skin and mixing my saliva with his pheromone ridden sweat. Suckling anything and everything that graced my taste buds. 

The taste, God the taste. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Dirty, salty, a hint of earthiness. Absolute male dominance rolled into a flavor. I was being dominated. Donovan's hand snuck up behind me to pet my hair. I started for a moment, but he pressed me back into his cock with a firm and gentle pressure, and I sunk like a stone in a pond back to my proper place. 

He guided me for a while, lightly leading my head back and forth along his length. Pulling me up to swirl my tongue around the underside of his tip, the faintest hint of precum lighting my tongue on fire. Then pushing me back down the great distance to his base where his skin became a little looser, more ridges to explore. The force on the back of my neck just a bit more insistent, smushing my lips and nostrils directly into the crease between his cock and sack. 

I melted there, in the hottest crevice of his body, soaking in what must have been the heart of his musk. When he pulled me deeper into him, my arms went slack, sliding off his legs to my side. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my entire body lie devoid of free will. Content to let Donovan use me as he saw fit. He pressed me harder into him with a squelch, my lack of oxygen not an issue for either of us. My tongue fought through the pressure to experience him here in the crux of him. 

If I had drunk from every pore on his body a thousand times it wouldn't equal an iota of the power held here. My face felt completely numb in the presence of him, yet more alive than ever. Every nerve tingling in the pleasure of submitting to him. I sat like that for what could have been minutes or hours. Huffing him like a drug, drinking the sour pheromones he secreted into me. This wasn't just ball sweat, it was something he was making, I was sure. Every time I lapped up the pools of liquid gathering in the spongey folds of his crotch, a new batch glazed my nostrils and pulled my mouth back to suckle it down again. An endless supply of my new addiction. My mind white hot, moaning in wanton abandon with his hand the size of my head gripping my hair and using me like a sex toy. I loved it more than anything. More than sex, more than pussy, more than oxygen, I realized once he finally pulled me away gasping heaving lung fulls of tainted air. 

He let me catch my breath while yanking my skull back to the tip, an oozing stream of precum there to greet my dumb open mouthed smile. I moved to make out with the intoxicating glans, but Donovan's hand held my hair tight. He angled my neck back to look up at him. 

"Stick out your tongue, and stay still."

I did as I was ordered, fighting the urge to disobey him as his claws released my hair. Both hands came to the sides of my head, petting my cheeks softly and keeping me locked onto his dribbling mass. He let me sit in this moment for a beat. Both of us savoring the end of a battle that was decided from the start. Staring slack jawed, grinning as much as I could with my mouth agape in preparation for his entrance, looking every bit the cock hungry slut I knew he was making me. I was twitching, shaking. I felt strung out, a junkie off a drug I've never even experienced. And slowly. So slowly, he fed me my fix.

My eyes crossed as they followed the tip onto my waiting tongue, then rolled to the back of my skull the moment it made contact. An explosion of savory salt and manliness crackled along directly into my brain. My body felt alive for the first time in my tired life. My limp arms lifted pathetically up to touch, to pull more of him into me, but I thought better of it. It wasn't my place to set the pace or control the situation. It was Donovan's. My role now was to stay open and ready to receive. Whatever he wanted. He didn't stop with the tip, thank God. He kept diving inside of me, inexorable and unencumbered, using my hair as handles to maneuver my empty head.

"Take a deep breath and relax your throat, like you're yawning." His command muffled by his paws. I obeyed instantly, eager for more of him. More eager to be good for him. His grip was so tight but somehow felt so calming to me. 

As his length sunk deeper, I began losing sight of it. Without it there to hold my vision hostage, I instead raised my eyes to his. He was looking down on me with a mixture pleasure and pride, the knowledge of which sent my heart aflutter with unbridled joy. I was doing good, I was being good. 

Thick, hardening cock meat slid easily down. A thought popped into my mind unprompted. This may be my last moment to breathe a fresh gasp of his intoxicating musk. I sucked inward hard, sputtering saliva all over his crotch and my face, blowing bubbles in my exhale. Then another, and another. Hungrily filling each of my senses with him, making myself look like a pornstar for his personal enjoyment. It felt right, natural. Anything to make him feel as good as he made me. 

On the next deep inhale Donovan slid his right hand back to the rear of my neck and pulled, spearing his whole rod as deep as it could go and then some. My jaw spread wide and lips returning happily to his mushy pouches of sweet nectar. Somehow I was able to swivel my tongue around his undercarriage. Hooking around the left side and dragging it's way through the tight gap down and over the right. Lapping up each bead of mind numbing cream he secreted, gagging and sputtering the foul swirl of our juices all over us both. It hurt, but the pain didn't matter right now.

Our eyes didn't leave each other for a moment. Sharp, deep yellow orbs taking in my debasement beginning to end, flashing in the pretty light show. I worshipped the view until thick tears welled up enough to obscure it. I shouldn't be able to take him like this. My body seemed to yield to him naturally like a baby to a teet. I couldn't breathe. I knew I didn't need to. Donovan's hands stroked me oh so gently here. Head held up more by his rod than his grip. He wouldn't hurt me. Wouldn't let me suffocate. So I would just stay here, be a good boy for him until he told me to do otherwise. It felt good to not need to think about it. Just let it happen and enjoy his scent permeating my world. Just be used. Just be his.

My eyes shot open wide as he slid out, leaving only the faucet mushroom head between my red lips. I hadn't even noticed I was passing out, but he did. I felt grateful. I gave him a soft lick along his glans in thanks. Donovan takes such good care of me, I thought. Gratitude swelled in me, the divine taste of his seed coating my mouth, though I still felt I was missing out. His musk pocket was so far away. I wanted another taste. Just one more, then I could be satisfied. So I finally raised my heavy arms to grasp at his legs and began to shove myself back down. He let one hand go to his side, the other laying softly on the top of my head. 

It was harder without his dominant grasp for guidance. First the angle wasn't right, then I wasn't pushing hard enough, not opening as wide as before. I was begging myself to accept him, but I was getting stuck. I needed help. I looked up at him once again, he only smiled, already fiddling with something in his other hand. I almost swooned. Of course he saw. He was going to help me. Help me be good. He cooed sweet words into my ears, petting me, calming me. I didn't register anything, I just knew to keep my eyes on his. Keep licking and swallowing his precum. Keep my nostrils flared and taking in all they could. Get ready for the deepest breath when he said so. Wait. Good boy. Now.

The distant sensation of cold, wet glass contacted my nose. I sucked in, and moaned around him. That was it, that concentrated, rank mustiness my body was screaming out for. That I was fighting my own throat to access again. Right there under my nose. Again. The other nostril, each now burning with acidic, chemical lust, my mind burning with them. Again. I was snorting like a pig around his cock, spewing saliva over him when I exhaled. My whole being alight with pleasure and purpose. Again. 

I think my brain stopped working then. The memories are all very fuzzy. The cloud he's suffused me in choking out all irrelevant thought. The bottle went away. His cock was all there was. When I was able to move again, there was only one direction to go. I forced myself down. 

My muscles felt like dough, soft and malleable. And erogenous. I sunk down half him with no effort at all, feeling prickles of spiking ecstasy with every inch. His head pushed my tonsils aside without resistance. They remained open to invite the rest of him. I swallowed occasionally, hoping to wrap him in a warm wet blanket of pleasure. Hoping he felt happy here inside of me. Wanting it deeper, longer. I pulled back and forth, moving further each time before I hit a wall like before. A guardian angel, the bottle was at my nose again, and the wall tumbled down like paper in the rain. I was almost there. Couldn't stop. Wouldn't. 

I only noticed how hard I was when my cock poked against the bench on the approach to my nirvana. It wasn't worth thinking about. The trickle of clear precum causing me to slide against the smooth wood only serving to further remind me of how indulgent my situation was. I was flying, sinking, sniffing, sucking, choking. Worshipping. Donovan took his hand off of my head and put it to my throat, pads stroking the bulging mass inside. My eyes rolled back, unable and unwilling to process anything but the pleasure he was pumping through my esophagus. Within seconds my lips found their home once more.

Smacking back into his pouch with a powerful squishiness, tongue wildly swiping up his essence without a single command from my own mind to do so. I came, splattering unused semen all over the bench, shuddering as I shut down completely. Donovan snapped, my body dredging itself back up his cock to the tip again, letting his pre pool between my lips before plunging back down, all the way in one smooth, sloppy display. He kept snapping, I kept obeying. Spit spraying over fluttering eyelashes and twitching nerves as I rose and fell again and again and again. Cumming every other plunge. Nothing had ever, could ever, make me feel this way. Only this, only him.

At some point in the fog of euphoria I recognized his hands returning to my skull. I knew I could let my arms relax to my sides again. Slump into his grasp as he used me. He'd take care of everything now. I felt it in my soul. Over and over he plunged himself into my willing gullet, tip poking to the very core of my being. He rammed into my heart itself, crushing every bit of wayward resistance that could be hiding there and dragging it out with him, letting me taste the last of my denial mixing with his delicious seed into a rancid slurry I greedily drank.

"Such a good little slut. Get ready." He was twitching. I could feel him about to spoil me forever. I was ready. I was willing. I was going to be a good boy for Donovan as long as he'd have me. I tried my best to tighten my throat up for him, to swallow in time with his thrusts, run my tongue along his underside as it passed. It all came so naturally now. Like I was born to be a slut for alpha anthro cock all along. His grip tightened, claws digging into my scalp enough to hurt. He plunged me flush to his folds again, hard. Three rough wet plaps before holding me there.

Finally. From base to tip I felt his cock swell and pulse. He was pumping me full for the first time. Of many, I found myself hoping. I wished I could taste him. Savor the fruit of my worship, but I knew that wasn't the goal. Hold him here, in my warm wet throat. Blanket his cock in pleasure. Keep licking and sucking and snorting as he held me tight to his body, balls jumping up into my chin with each spurt of manly spunk he gifted me. Enjoy the warmth that filled my gut as he rutted my stomach. Tear up and drool and smile around him to give him a last little show and coax just a few more shots.

He must have cum for a minute, as when he finally pulled out enough for me to breathe, the dark ring around my eyes signaled I was nearly unconscious again. God, he fucked me so good. Always made sure I was taken care of. His tip sat on my tongue a moment. My hands came up on instinct to milk the last few precious drops of his orgasm onto it. My cheeks concave trying to siphon every single cell into me. 

It tasted like the rest of him did, only better. The acidic potency made me recoil at first, afraid it would burn me. Only to settle into a warm creamy slew, thick and steaming. Bypassing my nostrils and floating right into my ole factory straight to my brain stem. Even just the remnants made me swoon, hungry for so much more. 

To my dismay, he finally pulled free from my mouth. A wet pop echoed over the music, my lips hanging on for dear life as he left me. His cock leaning down, still half erect, over the splatters of my own cum against the bench from multiple orgasms I don't remember. Seeing it now after being in me, I couldn't believe I'd been able to take it at all. I'd never sucked dick, never tasted cum, let alone cum myself from it. How was this even possible? Why was it happening at all? When would it happen again?

I collapsed on the floor, exhausted and confused. My eyes strained to find Donovan again through my tears flashing in the light show. He kneeled next to me, a meaty paw running along my flank, squeezing at all the soft flesh he could on his way. He found my buttock, gripping it possessively before pulling himself down to it. I hadn't the energy to move. Just continuing to pant and whine. 

I felt him roll me onto my stomach and spread my cheeks open. A hot, wet sensation ran from my taint to the top of my crack. I'd never felt anything like it, but I think I knew he was eating me out. It was electric. Nerves I never knew existed firing white hot on all cylinders. I moaned. I could hear how slutty I sounded. So clearly begging for more without a word. He gave it to me. That long canine tongue swirled around my hole, alternating between lapping me up and rimming me out. Then he began to taste me. 

I shot up onto my elbows at the sudden intrusion. Even after all this it was still a surprise. I looked back at him over my shoulder, those yellow eyes stared back at me, jaw extended over my whole cleft, tongue clearly embedding itself in my hole. Keeping eye contact he wrapped his hands around my hips, thumbs in the middle of my cheeks, spreading wider, as his tongue began to move. 

Snaking into me with a slithering wave. I could see between his teeth the dexterity he was applying. Every moment deeper, every inch wider, circling around and around to spread me open for the next monster I knew was coming. We could see it in each other's eyes. This was all just foreplay. He was taking me whole. Here and now. With one excruciating punch from his tongue, I screamed out in ecstasy and knew he'd found my prostate. He didn't stop, using his prehensile-like tool to circle around my button, running over it, pressing shapes into it, I swear I could feel him spelling his name onto me from the inside. I couldn't hold it in, screaming louder and more brazen with ever ministration. 

It was so over for me. His scent wasn't as strong as far away from my nose as he was, but I was defeated in too many ways for it to matter. I'd come here to return a towel, maybe even give him a piece of my mind. Only to end up being a piece of ass for him to use. I wasn't gay, I didn't like anthros, yet here I was, wriggling underneath him like a bitch in heat. Waiting for him to pull his tongue out and fuck me bare on the floor of this gym sauna, screaming out his name for anyone who could hear me. 

"Fuck you're tight." Donovan said between licks. "Shoulda had Dan loosen you up a bit first."

What did he just say?

The door burst open. Wait. What? Yes, the door burst open. And there stood a big cat man. Ray. He looked worried. Was asking if everything was ok. I was so confused. Donovan slinked out of me, growling at Ray. My mind fighting through the fugue state of pleasure it was in. The tainted air of the room swooping out the open door certainly helped. Was I naked?

"What the fuck Ray!? You know what a sock on the door means!" Donovan yelled. I had my hand on my head looking between the two of them. 

"Uh yeah, but that's underwear, my guy." Ray held up a pair of tighty whities from the door handle. My underwear. Awareness flooded back into me like I'd just resurfaced from diving too far underwater. I sprinted, or rather stumbled, over to Ray, snatching my briefs from his hand and struggling to put them on. Scanning the room for the rest of my clothes, I only found the branded tank and shorts Ray at given me earlier. In a hurry I swiped them and made to put them on as I hobbled my way out of the gym. Donovan was calling for me between arguing with Ray, but I ignored him. The other patrons were whistling at me as I passed by them half clothed but I ignored them too. My body was screaming at me to let them look, stay a little longer, but a small part of me still knew this was wrong, bad, weird. So hot. But so wrong! I had to listen to that part. I had to leave. 

I barely had the pants over my waist before tripping into the parking lot. Barefoot and dressed like a cheap whore I ran for my car and hopped in, breathing truly fresh air for what felt like the first time in years. Only to realize I didn't have my keys. Stupid stupid stupid! I couldn't go back inside, what would happen? Would Donovan kick my ass, kill me? Try to get me naked again and do whatever he was going to do to me? That sounded fun. 

No it didn't! Fuck it, I'd walk home barefoot if I had to, call an Uber, my fucking phone! I was panicking. I made to step out of the car, ready to just flag down some good Samaritan and risk the awkward conversation for a ride home. I made to get out, Ray's massive frame standing at my window before I could. I screamed in shock and fell back over the center console. He seemed just as surprised at my reaction, raising both his hands in a calm down motion. He had my things with him. After a moment to steady my breathing, he pointed for me to put the window down. I did, only half way. 

"Hey man, sorry I interrupted you guys. That's embarrassing."

"You didn't interrupt anything." I spat, still not quite sure myself what he'd actually walked in on. 

"Uh, okay, well you forgot your stuff so, here you go. Can't get far without phone wallet keys right?"

His tone was so friendly and innocent it was disarming. 

"Yeah, thanks Ray. I gotta go."

"Oh before you do! Think about what I said about joining. We're hiring too if that sounds interesting. I went ahead and put my number in there for ya." He pointed to the phone. 

"Yeah I'll think about it. Thanks."

"Sure thing, and please do! That uniform looks awful good on you." He added with a wink.

What the fuck was happening today!? I rolled up the window and sped off for home, swerving like I'd been day drinking. I needed one, and a shower, and a serious conversation with Dan.