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Give me a sec.” Adjusting the phone between his shoulder and cheekbone, the lupine moved his right hand to hold better the kitten under his left arm. The adult looked down at the young feline. The little one extended his arms forward as if he was flying like a superhero. A bit amused by the kitten’s gesticulations, the wolf smiled faintly.\n\nAllen was a tall young adult gray wolf. His auburn eyes contrasted with his predominantly creamy gray fur. On the back of his head, his fur was of a slightly darker shade, turning even darker as it ran down his back and shoulders. The most intense fur color came from his grayish brown ears and a line running from the top of his black nose to the bridge of his snout. Before accepting to take care of the young cat, he had no plans for the afternoon, or at least, no plans that required him to wear something else than home clothes. He was wearing a black shirt with the logo of a metal band on the chest, slightly deformed by his bulging pecs. His muscular biceps and well-toned calves matched his ripped chest. Under his plain cargo shorts and sandals, he was quite the fine specimen.\n\nThe wolf continued his phone call. “Chinese’s good, Cecile, but I’m running out of battery. Message me if you forgot something.” The big guy sat the kitten on the counter and leaned against it, next to him. “Okay.” The lupine leaned his phone to the kid. “Cale, say goodbye to mommy.”\n\nCale was a young Siamese cat, close but still too young to start elementary school. His fur was predominantly of a pale tone, being his face, ears, tail, feet and ‘gloves’ of a dark brown shade. Just like his mother’s, his pearly blue eyes looked even lighter framed by the large spot that covered from his forehead to his chin. He was wearing a loose shirt, jeans and sneakers.\n\nCale did as told and said enthusiastically, “See you later, mommy!”\n\nThe wolf ended the call and tucked his phone in his pocket. When he returned his attention to the little one, he met with a gleeful smile. “What? Do I have something on the face?”\n\nThe young didn’t break eye contact. “Only your face.” He giggled.\n\nThe wolf raised one eyebrow. “Rude.”\n\nAfter a brief pause, the kitten continued, “Allen, you look happy when you talk to my mom.”\n\n“Mr. Allen to you,” chuckled the wolf. “And she’s a good friend, of course I’m happy when I talk to her.”\n\n“You should ask her out.” The felid boy tried to get off the counter by himself, but got caught by the big guy.\n\n“And become your stepdaddy? I’ll pass.” The adult put the kitten on the floor and let him rush to the living room.\n\nAllen followed the young Siamese to the living room. There, the boy jumped on the three seated couch, picked the remote control from the table and turned on the TV. Walking right behind him, the wolf rested his crossed arms on the sofa’s backrest and watched the boy zapping through the channels until he found what he was looking for, the action movie of the afternoon. Once the kitten looked engaged enough into the movie, the wolf stood straight and walked towards his bedroom. “I’m charging my phone. Stay right there for one minute.”\n\n“Got it!” the boy looked back to the adult for a split second, before returning his eyes to the screen.\n\nAfter finding his charger inside his nightstand’s drawer and plugging it, Allen gave two taps on his pocket and pulled out his phone. The lupine checked the screen lighting up for a second with the symbol of a charging battery, and returned to the living room. There, he met with the little cat right where he left him. Allen sat down next to the kid and watched some scenes with him.\n\nIt was a simple old action movie. The main character fought some thugs at a casino, but the big bad’s brawler had the upper hand until the hero kicked him in the groin. Allen wasn’t really paying attention when he let out a sympathetic, “Ow…”\n\nAs the wolf talked, the big gorilla in the TV doubled over with both hands covering his groin, dropping his chin’s guard from a devastating uppercut courtesy of the main character.\n\n“Is it really that bad?” asked Cale.\n\n“What? Getting hit in the groin?” The wolf looked at the kitten.\n\n“I’ve seen this scene before, and I don’t get why this guy makes so funny faces right before getting punched in the chin,” responded the young Siamese.\n\nThe wolf took a short pause before answering. “Welp, let’s say that if you ever get into a fight, you better be sure to not get hit down there. One well landed hit doesn’t need much force to cause a lot of damage.”\n\nApparently, that response was enough explanation for the kitten, that returned to quietly watch the movie.\n\nAllen stayed with the young cat for a bit longer. Once the fight in the casino was over and the hero left the place, an elderly female sloth stood up from the slot machines area and asked for an attendant, shaking a cup full of change. Cale giggled a little and relaxed against the backrest. That was Allen’s call to keep going with his day. The wolf stood up and walked to the hallway, ready to start his workout. After all, that prime quality bod of him didn’t maintain out of sitting down on the couch all noon.\n\nAs soon as he stepped into his gym at home, the hunky lupine kicked off his sandals and took off his shirt. He knew it could sound quirky to other people, but he was so used to exercising in the nudes, that it felt strange to him doing it another way. As he unbuttoned his cargo shorts, Allen kicked the door closed with his heel.\n\nIn one pull, the muscular male took off his shorts, staying only in his jockstrap. He folded his clothes and put them on the floor, ready to start with his routine. First, he did some quick neck and shoulders stretching, then he followed with back and hips. Lastly, he did some fast walking on the treadmill. That last part of the warm up was the only reason Allen kept on the jockstrap. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation to hit his hangers with his inner thighs all the way through. Once he was ready to start with the weights, the big guy pulled down his last piece of clothing and tossed it with the rest.\n\nReady to hit the barbell, the large wolf sat on the bench and rested on his back. He held the bar with both hands, stuck his chest out, pressed his shoulder blades together, and brought the barbell down. Going up and down, the barbell appeared and disappeared from the wolf’s view. Some people meditated, some people solved puzzles, Allen cleared his mind exercising. It could sound shallow, but when he was on the bench, there was only him and his body. As the minutes passed by, the wolf didn’t notice when the door slow and silently opened. Allen was about to finish his third set, and calculated that he had enough time to finish a fourth before Cale’s movie ended, so he was confident the little guy wouldn’t show up to his gym at home. Well, even if he didn’t, and the kid found him butt-naked, all Allen had to say was that he trained better while in the nudes.\n\nAlmost as if thinking about him summoned the kid, the young cat stepped in completely naked. “I want to work out, too,” he said leaving the door open.\n\nIn some way, Allen expected him to show up sooner or later, but the boy being naked was a surprise. “Why are you naked?” asked the adult placing the barbell on the catches.\n\nThe kitten crossed his arms. His clothes normally didn’t let it show, but there was a light chocolate fur patch that ran from the kitten’s chest to his privates. “Why are you?” asked the younger male in a comical tone.\n\nThe adult sat up. “I work out naked.” By looking at the scene, with clothes carelessly put down in the hallway, it seemed that the boy had been spying on him from the door, and decided to copy him.\n\n“Well, so do I.” said Cale walking towards the dumbbells.\n\nIntuiting that the boy wanted to try some machines, the big wolf stood up and picked him up before he could reach the tools. “Those are too much for you right now.” The wolf could tell the little cat wasn’t being annoying on purpose. He simply wanted to spend some time doing something the big guy enjoyed, and for reasons the kitten didn’t understand, the large male liked to train in the nudes.\n\n“Okay, kid. Wanna workout with me?” Asked the wolf in a tone of camaraderie, “Help me count my reps., okay?”\n\n“Okay!” The kitten responded excited.\n\nThe muscular adult sat him in front of himself, being both males face to face before the lupine leaned on his back and got in position to grab the barbell. “Alright, buddy. Count with me.” Allen let the bar down, and looked at the little male. “Ready?”\n\nThe big guy moved his muscular arms up, letting the kitten to see how his chest muscles tensed and relaxed on the way up and down. “One,” said the wolf.\n\n“One,” followed the feline. Cale didn’t notice before, but Allen was built like one of those guys from movies.\n\n“Two,” both males said in unison. The manly wolf was pretty big and strong, and looked like he could do the same kind of stunts they did on TV.\n\n“Three.” Following the lines of Allen’s abs as they tensed, the kitten’s eyes moved south to the spot where the big guy’s muscles seemingly converged. His attention was caught by two not so notorious muscles at the bottom of the older male’s body.\n\n“Four,” said the wolf. The young followed almost in a slurred speech, focusing more on the indistinct tensing of the adult’s balls with each rep.\n\n“Five.” From his point of view, the fully-grown male couldn’t clearly see the kitten’s movements; plus, he had to focus on the barbell, so he couldn’t guess what the little one was thinking about.\n\nThe young male always wondered why big sturdy guys always dropped like a sack of potatoes when hit down there. He wanted to know if Allen was the same. Allen himself said that one doesn’t need much force to cause damage, but still, the wolf looked like the kind of guy that could take it.\n\n“Cale?” asked the wolf. “Six,” he repeated himself, not noticing that the boy’s mind was attending other issues. “These plates aren’t getting any lighter.” When he looked down, he saw the little male drawing back his little fist. All red alarms went off in the wolf head as the Siamese left fist swung to his puppy-makers. The adult’s knuckles clenched when he felt the impact against his right gonad. Taking a deep breath, it took the hunk a split second to push the barbell back into the catches. Allen sat in a jump, cupping his aching balls “Cale! What the hell!”\n\nShocked by the adult’s reaction, the kitten tried to step back, but his little feet couldn’t reach the floor. He was sure he didn’t hit too hard, but Allen let him know that he felt it pretty bad.\n\n“Never do that again!” The wolf’s eyes were shut, his frown tense, and he couldn’t do other thing that breathing heavily in the wait for the ache to ease. Allen slowly returned to his lying position, resting his back on the bench. He was still massaging his sore omphali when he opened his eyes and saw the barbell. That was when the realization hit him. He never moved that quantity so quickly before.\n\n“Uh, sorry,” said the kitten sheepishly.\n\n“Hit me again!” Allen said loudly.\n\n“Wha-” The regret in the cat’s face was replaced with confusion.\n\n“Not right now. When I tell you.” The lupine hurried to adopt position and moved down the barbell. He slightly changed his stance to push his hips higher, almost presenting his junk to the surprised kitten.\n\n“What? Did you like it?” asked the feline.\n\n“No, it hurts like a b-” the wolf cut his own sentence. “Like a lot. But there’s something I want to try.” Once the big guy took a deep breath, and got ready to push the bar up, he said soft but firmly, “Alright, hit me.”\n\nThe younger male was doubtful at first, but in some way, he was also curious to see what the big wolf had in mind. The Siamese lifted his little fist and dropped it on the adult’s left gonad, accidentally hitting harder than the last time. “Like this?”\n\nThe wolf rocketed his arms straight, holding the bar high. “Yeah, just like that!” he responded almost groaning. To the kitten’s surprise, despite the clear ache, the adult sounded eager about the whole thing.\n\nWhen he heard the wolf’s positive reaction, the kitten felt assured to continue, and landed the next hit as soon as the big hunk asked for it. Once more, it hit harder than intended, but the wolf didn’t mind. The next jab was closer to the first, but still painful enough. It took the pair few attempts to catch a tempo in which the cat could tell when the wolf was about to say ‘hit me,’ and the wolf could be prepared to breath in and out between punches. Systematically, the wolf would give the mark, and the cat would respond flattening one orb. The left fist would punch the right gonad, and the right would hit the left. With each repetition, the lupine could tell his balls were turning swollen and squishier.\n\nThe throbbing ache amassed in his lower belly, and his sight blurred with held back tears, but the beefy guy refused to quit. The more he got hit, the harder he clenched his fingers around the bar. In his head, his swollen testicles insides most likely looked like minced meat, but he never felt that weight so light before. Out of curiosity he wanted to know how far he could reach before calling it a day.\n\n“Hit me,” as soon as the hunk felt the next punch connecting with his orbs, a jolt of pain ran from his groin to his stomach, his throat, and extremities. The wolf lifted the bar once more, knowing that the number thirty was the last one.\n\n“And we’re done,” growled the aching male, putting the bar on the catches. As soon as his hands were free, they rushed down to massage his lower abs.\n\nThe kid knew he wasn’t mad or something, but the view of the tense big guy made him want to step back. “It hurts?” he asked timidly.\n\n“A lot,” responded the wolf, reaching down his battered male-eggs. As soon as his fingers touched the twin organs, the lupine’s entire body jolted in pain. Still, he knew he had to keep going to check for damage. To his surprise, his balls grew as twice their original size. He was impressed a kitten could cause so much damage; he would feel proud if it wasn’t his balls those that got hurt so bad. Noticing the young’s increasing concern, he took air and calmed him down. “But don’t feel bad about it. I asked you to keep going,” said the big male, extending his first to hit the young cat’s, intending to make a fist-bump. The younger male corresponded it.\n\nOnce the kitten moved off the bench, the wolf sat up and passed his right leg over it, ready to stand up; just to collapse face first on the floor, with his ass up in the air and both hands still cradling his swollen hangers.\n\n“Are you okay?” The kitten tilted his head, not sure about how long the big guy should be down with his hands on his groin. The muscular adult looked kinda funny like that, but Cale knew it was no good time to laugh at him.\n\n“Yeah, just give me a second... maybe two.” The wolf let out a sore groan, trying to let out some stress from the speed-bagging session he just volunteered for.\n\nTwenty minutes later, at the living room’s couch, both males watched TV in the nudes. The lupine held a bag of frozen peas on his lap trying to ignore the throbbing ache still pulsating from his swollen gonads. He looked at the boy, that seemed completely unaffected by the experience from short ago. Looking back at it, there could be one or two things that Cecile could disapprove from Allen’s newfound workout method. He wanted to tell Cale to not tell his mommy, but that was the most effective way to get him to tell her, so the big guy decided to leave it like that.\n\nThe adrenaline rush faded away long ago, leaving an uncomfortable sensation in the wolf’s lower abdomen every time he tried to sit in a more comfortable position. It was bearable until one of the characters in the cartoon they were watching hit a railing crotch-first. The wolf couldn’t help but wince and look away, feeling a faded shiver in his loins. Considering his options before Cecile showed up, the muscular hunk decided to take a cold shower. Giving his best to not upset his sore mangoes in the process, the beefy adult put his bag of peas aside and slowly stood up. “I’m taking a shower. Put on your clothes before I return,” said Allen, looking at the young guy to the eye. “Got it?” The large male hoped that a rinsing massage could help him to recover sooner.\n\n“Got it.” Cale nodded. “Don’t think too much about my mom while you’re in there.”\n\n“UH! W-what?” Allen was dumbfounded by the boy’s response. “Where you learned that from?!”\n\n“A movie.”\n\n“Do you even know what does that mean?” Allen failed to hide his shock.\n\nThe kitten shrugged.\n\n“Well, talking like that only makes you sound like you’re trying too hard to be a smartass.” The wolf shook his head on his way to the bathroom. “So don’t talk like that.”\n\n“Okay!” The kitten, daunted at first, relaxed back to his usual and kept watching cartoons.\n\nWorried about what the boy was learning from action movies, the wolf thought, “I should buy some kids’ movies tomorrow.”\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "“Yes, I know,” the wolf responded, walking into the kitchen. “No, take your time. Give me a sec.” Adjusting the phone between his shoulder and cheekbone, the lupine moved his right hand to hold better the kitten under his left arm. The adult looked down at the young feline. The little one extended his arms forward as if he was flying like a superhero. A bit amused by the kitten’s gesticulations, the wolf smiled faintly.

Allen was a tall young adult gray wolf. His auburn eyes contrasted with his predominantly creamy gray fur. On the back of his head, his fur was of a slightly darker shade, turning even darker as it ran down his back and shoulders. The most intense fur color came from his grayish brown ears and a line running from the top of his black nose to the bridge of his snout. Before accepting to take care of the young cat, he had no plans for the afternoon, or at least, no plans that required him to wear something else than home clothes. He was wearing a black shirt with the logo of a metal band on the chest, slightly deformed by his bulging pecs. His muscular biceps and well-toned calves matched his ripped chest. Under his plain cargo shorts and sandals, he was quite the fine specimen.

The wolf continued his phone call. “Chinese’s good, Cecile, but I’m running out of battery. Message me if you forgot something.” The big guy sat the kitten on the counter and leaned against it, next to him. “Okay.” The lupine leaned his phone to the kid. “Cale, say goodbye to mommy.”

Cale was a young Siamese cat, close but still too young to start elementary school. His fur was predominantly of a pale tone, being his face, ears, tail, feet and ‘gloves’ of a dark brown shade. Just like his mother’s, his pearly blue eyes looked even lighter framed by the large spot that covered from his forehead to his chin. He was wearing a loose shirt, jeans and sneakers.

Cale did as told and said enthusiastically, “See you later, mommy!”

The wolf ended the call and tucked his phone in his pocket. When he returned his attention to the little one, he met with a gleeful smile. “What? Do I have something on the face?”

The young didn’t break eye contact. “Only your face.” He giggled.

The wolf raised one eyebrow. “Rude.”

After a brief pause, the kitten continued, “Allen, you look happy when you talk to my mom.”

“Mr. Allen to you,” chuckled the wolf. “And she’s a good friend, of course I’m happy when I talk to her.”

“You should ask her out.” The felid boy tried to get off the counter by himself, but got caught by the big guy.

“And become your stepdaddy? I’ll pass.” The adult put the kitten on the floor and let him rush to the living room.

Allen followed the young Siamese to the living room. There, the boy jumped on the three seated couch, picked the remote control from the table and turned on the TV. Walking right behind him, the wolf rested his crossed arms on the sofa’s backrest and watched the boy zapping through the channels until he found what he was looking for, the action movie of the afternoon. Once the kitten looked engaged enough into the movie, the wolf stood straight and walked towards his bedroom. “I’m charging my phone. Stay right there for one minute.”

“Got it!” the boy looked back to the adult for a split second, before returning his eyes to the screen.

After finding his charger inside his nightstand’s drawer and plugging it, Allen gave two taps on his pocket and pulled out his phone. The lupine checked the screen lighting up for a second with the symbol of a charging battery, and returned to the living room. There, he met with the little cat right where he left him. Allen sat down next to the kid and watched some scenes with him.

It was a simple old action movie. The main character fought some thugs at a casino, but the big bad’s brawler had the upper hand until the hero kicked him in the groin. Allen wasn’t really paying attention when he let out a sympathetic, “Ow…”

As the wolf talked, the big gorilla in the TV doubled over with both hands covering his groin, dropping his chin’s guard from a devastating uppercut courtesy of the main character.

“Is it really that bad?” asked Cale.

“What? Getting hit in the groin?” The wolf looked at the kitten.

“I’ve seen this scene before, and I don’t get why this guy makes so funny faces right before getting punched in the chin,” responded the young Siamese.

The wolf took a short pause before answering. “Welp, let’s say that if you ever get into a fight, you better be sure to not get hit down there. One well landed hit doesn’t need much force to cause a lot of damage.”

Apparently, that response was enough explanation for the kitten, that returned to quietly watch the movie.

Allen stayed with the young cat for a bit longer. Once the fight in the casino was over and the hero left the place, an elderly female sloth stood up from the slot machines area and asked for an attendant, shaking a cup full of change. Cale giggled a little and relaxed against the backrest. That was Allen’s call to keep going with his day. The wolf stood up and walked to the hallway, ready to start his workout. After all, that prime quality bod of him didn’t maintain out of sitting down on the couch all noon.

As soon as he stepped into his gym at home, the hunky lupine kicked off his sandals and took off his shirt. He knew it could sound quirky to other people, but he was so used to exercising in the nudes, that it felt strange to him doing it another way. As he unbuttoned his cargo shorts, Allen kicked the door closed with his heel.

In one pull, the muscular male took off his shorts, staying only in his jockstrap. He folded his clothes and put them on the floor, ready to start with his routine. First, he did some quick neck and shoulders stretching, then he followed with back and hips. Lastly, he did some fast walking on the treadmill. That last part of the warm up was the only reason Allen kept on the jockstrap. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation to hit his hangers with his inner thighs all the way through. Once he was ready to start with the weights, the big guy pulled down his last piece of clothing and tossed it with the rest.

Ready to hit the barbell, the large wolf sat on the bench and rested on his back. He held the bar with both hands, stuck his chest out, pressed his shoulder blades together, and brought the barbell down. Going up and down, the barbell appeared and disappeared from the wolf’s view. Some people meditated, some people solved puzzles, Allen cleared his mind exercising. It could sound shallow, but when he was on the bench, there was only him and his body. As the minutes passed by, the wolf didn’t notice when the door slow and silently opened. Allen was about to finish his third set, and calculated that he had enough time to finish a fourth before Cale’s movie ended, so he was confident the little guy wouldn’t show up to his gym at home. Well, even if he didn’t, and the kid found him butt-naked, all Allen had to say was that he trained better while in the nudes.

Almost as if thinking about him summoned the kid, the young cat stepped in completely naked. “I want to work out, too,” he said leaving the door open.

In some way, Allen expected him to show up sooner or later, but the boy being naked was a surprise. “Why are you naked?” asked the adult placing the barbell on the catches.

The kitten crossed his arms. His clothes normally didn’t let it show, but there was a light chocolate fur patch that ran from the kitten’s chest to his privates. “Why are you?” asked the younger male in a comical tone.

The adult sat up. “I work out naked.” By looking at the scene, with clothes carelessly put down in the hallway, it seemed that the boy had been spying on him from the door, and decided to copy him.

“Well, so do I.” said Cale walking towards the dumbbells.

Intuiting that the boy wanted to try some machines, the big wolf stood up and picked him up before he could reach the tools. “Those are too much for you right now.” The wolf could tell the little cat wasn’t being annoying on purpose. He simply wanted to spend some time doing something the big guy enjoyed, and for reasons the kitten didn’t understand, the large male liked to train in the nudes.

“Okay, kid. Wanna workout with me?” Asked the wolf in a tone of camaraderie, “Help me count my reps., okay?”

“Okay!” The kitten responded excited.

The muscular adult sat him in front of himself, being both males face to face before the lupine leaned on his back and got in position to grab the barbell. “Alright, buddy. Count with me.” Allen let the bar down, and looked at the little male. “Ready?”

The big guy moved his muscular arms up, letting the kitten to see how his chest muscles tensed and relaxed on the way up and down. “One,” said the wolf.

“One,” followed the feline. Cale didn’t notice before, but Allen was built like one of those guys from movies.

“Two,” both males said in unison. The manly wolf was pretty big and strong, and looked like he could do the same kind of stunts they did on TV.

“Three.” Following the lines of Allen’s abs as they tensed, the kitten’s eyes moved south to the spot where the big guy’s muscles seemingly converged. His attention was caught by two not so notorious muscles at the bottom of the older male’s body.

“Four,” said the wolf. The young followed almost in a slurred speech, focusing more on the indistinct tensing of the adult’s balls with each rep.

“Five.” From his point of view, the fully-grown male couldn’t clearly see the kitten’s movements; plus, he had to focus on the barbell, so he couldn’t guess what the little one was thinking about.

The young male always wondered why big sturdy guys always dropped like a sack of potatoes when hit down there. He wanted to know if Allen was the same. Allen himself said that one doesn’t need much force to cause damage, but still, the wolf looked like the kind of guy that could take it.

“Cale?” asked the wolf. “Six,” he repeated himself, not noticing that the boy’s mind was attending other issues. “These plates aren’t getting any lighter.” When he looked down, he saw the little male drawing back his little fist. All red alarms went off in the wolf head as the Siamese left fist swung to his puppy-makers. The adult’s knuckles clenched when he felt the impact against his right gonad. Taking a deep breath, it took the hunk a split second to push the barbell back into the catches. Allen sat in a jump, cupping his aching balls “Cale! What the hell!”

Shocked by the adult’s reaction, the kitten tried to step back, but his little feet couldn’t reach the floor. He was sure he didn’t hit too hard, but Allen let him know that he felt it pretty bad.

“Never do that again!” The wolf’s eyes were shut, his frown tense, and he couldn’t do other thing that breathing heavily in the wait for the ache to ease. Allen slowly returned to his lying position, resting his back on the bench. He was still massaging his sore omphali when he opened his eyes and saw the barbell. That was when the realization hit him. He never moved that quantity so quickly before.

“Uh, sorry,” said the kitten sheepishly.

“Hit me again!” Allen said loudly.

“Wha-” The regret in the cat’s face was replaced with confusion.

“Not right now. When I tell you.” The lupine hurried to adopt position and moved down the barbell. He slightly changed his stance to push his hips higher, almost presenting his junk to the surprised kitten.

“What? Did you like it?” asked the feline.

“No, it hurts like a b-” the wolf cut his own sentence. “Like a lot. But there’s something I want to try.” Once the big guy took a deep breath, and got ready to push the bar up, he said soft but firmly, “Alright, hit me.”

The younger male was doubtful at first, but in some way, he was also curious to see what the big wolf had in mind. The Siamese lifted his little fist and dropped it on the adult’s left gonad, accidentally hitting harder than the last time. “Like this?”

The wolf rocketed his arms straight, holding the bar high. “Yeah, just like that!” he responded almost groaning. To the kitten’s surprise, despite the clear ache, the adult sounded eager about the whole thing.

When he heard the wolf’s positive reaction, the kitten felt assured to continue, and landed the next hit as soon as the big hunk asked for it. Once more, it hit harder than intended, but the wolf didn’t mind. The next jab was closer to the first, but still painful enough. It took the pair few attempts to catch a tempo in which the cat could tell when the wolf was about to say ‘hit me,’ and the wolf could be prepared to breath in and out between punches. Systematically, the wolf would give the mark, and the cat would respond flattening one orb. The left fist would punch the right gonad, and the right would hit the left. With each repetition, the lupine could tell his balls were turning swollen and squishier.

The throbbing ache amassed in his lower belly, and his sight blurred with held back tears, but the beefy guy refused to quit. The more he got hit, the harder he clenched his fingers around the bar. In his head, his swollen testicles insides most likely looked like minced meat, but he never felt that weight so light before. Out of curiosity he wanted to know how far he could reach before calling it a day.

“Hit me,” as soon as the hunk felt the next punch connecting with his orbs, a jolt of pain ran from his groin to his stomach, his throat, and extremities. The wolf lifted the bar once more, knowing that the number thirty was the last one.

“And we’re done,” growled the aching male, putting the bar on the catches. As soon as his hands were free, they rushed down to massage his lower abs.

The kid knew he wasn’t mad or something, but the view of the tense big guy made him want to step back. “It hurts?” he asked timidly.

“A lot,” responded the wolf, reaching down his battered male-eggs. As soon as his fingers touched the twin organs, the lupine’s entire body jolted in pain. Still, he knew he had to keep going to check for damage. To his surprise, his balls grew as twice their original size. He was impressed a kitten could cause so much damage; he would feel proud if it wasn’t his balls those that got hurt so bad. Noticing the young’s increasing concern, he took air and calmed him down. “But don’t feel bad about it. I asked you to keep going,” said the big male, extending his first to hit the young cat’s, intending to make a fist-bump. The younger male corresponded it.

Once the kitten moved off the bench, the wolf sat up and passed his right leg over it, ready to stand up; just to collapse face first on the floor, with his ass up in the air and both hands still cradling his swollen hangers.

“Are you okay?” The kitten tilted his head, not sure about how long the big guy should be down with his hands on his groin. The muscular adult looked kinda funny like that, but Cale knew it was no good time to laugh at him.

“Yeah, just give me a second... maybe two.” The wolf let out a sore groan, trying to let out some stress from the speed-bagging session he just volunteered for.

Twenty minutes later, at the living room’s couch, both males watched TV in the nudes. The lupine held a bag of frozen peas on his lap trying to ignore the throbbing ache still pulsating from his swollen gonads. He looked at the boy, that seemed completely unaffected by the experience from short ago. Looking back at it, there could be one or two things that Cecile could disapprove from Allen’s newfound workout method. He wanted to tell Cale to not tell his mommy, but that was the most effective way to get him to tell her, so the big guy decided to leave it like that.

The adrenaline rush faded away long ago, leaving an uncomfortable sensation in the wolf’s lower abdomen every time he tried to sit in a more comfortable position. It was bearable until one of the characters in the cartoon they were watching hit a railing crotch-first. The wolf couldn’t help but wince and look away, feeling a faded shiver in his loins. Considering his options before Cecile showed up, the muscular hunk decided to take a cold shower. Giving his best to not upset his sore mangoes in the process, the beefy adult put his bag of peas aside and slowly stood up. “I’m taking a shower. Put on your clothes before I return,” said Allen, looking at the young guy to the eye. “Got it?” The large male hoped that a rinsing massage could help him to recover sooner.

“Got it.” Cale nodded. “Don’t think too much about my mom while you’re in there.”

“UH! W-what?” Allen was dumbfounded by the boy’s response. “Where you learned that from?!”

“A movie.”

“Do you even know what does that mean?” Allen failed to hide his shock.

The kitten shrugged.

“Well, talking like that only makes you sound like you’re trying too hard to be a smartass.” The wolf shook his head on his way to the bathroom. “So don’t talk like that.”

“Okay!” The kitten, daunted at first, relaxed back to his usual and kept watching cartoons.

Worried about what the boy was learning from action movies, the wolf thought, “I should buy some kids’ movies tomorrow.”
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