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And now he is at the whim of a male that wants everything he has to offer and more. Or else his wife will be in the know.\n\nPersonal Training\n\nRonny is a skinny guy looking to get swole - or at least a little bit fitter - at his local gym. And, like most guys who aren't too sure what to do in good form outside the machines and cardio equipment, he seeks out the help of a personal trainer. Cormac is one of the best, a bull rippling with muscle and a smile that could break hearts while his glutes most certainly have broken many.\n\nBut Cormac has a certain style of personal training that he takes his favourite twinky bois through and Ronny is an otter who is definitely in for a treat he could never have expected on first entering the gym...\n\nSauna Slut\n\nA stallion at the gym should only be after one thing and that's getting his sweat on but Jonty's eyes wander a side too often for everything to simply be accidental. It's hard enough to focus on his workout when he's trying to hide a hard-on but the stud stallion is one better suited to being on his knees before a stronger male, eagerly allowing himself to be bent to their will.\n\nLuckily, there's a selection of males in the sauna that are up for some fun and a handy tip-off from a certain saucy mare sends him walking blissfully into their arms and so much more...\n\nSquats\n\nThere's nothing better than the clash and call of metal in the gym, muscle studs grunting and working through the most stringent of reps and routines, all for the betterment of their physiques and mental strength. 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Thing is, the bunny is true to his kind and all too eager to take a certain something between his lips.\n\n\n---\n\n\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/930694\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThank you for reading!\n\nIf you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!\n\nhttps://alismitsy.wordpress.com/\n\n\nAll new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!\n\nalismitsy\n\n\nI am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.\n\narianmabe[at]gmail.com","description_bbcode_parsed":"Gay furries in a gym... What could possibly be more erotic than buff dudes getting all hot and sweaty for all the wrong (right) reasons?

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/930694


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This collection of five gay furry erotic tales contains the following stories:

Don't Tell the Wife
Personal Training
Sauna Slut
Squats
The New Guy

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Don't Tell the Wife

Silver is used to getting what he wants when he wants – typical of your standard fox. He goes to the gym with regular devotion but will never be found in one gym for any serious length of time. He’s not particularly popular with the managers for sullying the locker rooms and any quiet spaces he can find, raising his tail and dropping to his knees for any male he fancies. The fox is a sly one and moves on with a wink and a wave as quick as you please.

It’s only when he comes across a certain bongo with a threat to tell his wife that Silver finds that he may have bitten off more than he can chew. And now he is at the whim of a male that wants everything he has to offer and more. Or else his wife will be in the know.

Personal Training

Ronny is a skinny guy looking to get swole - or at least a little bit fitter - at his local gym. And, like most guys who aren't too sure what to do in good form outside the machines and cardio equipment, he seeks out the help of a personal trainer. Cormac is one of the best, a bull rippling with muscle and a smile that could break hearts while his glutes most certainly have broken many.

But Cormac has a certain style of personal training that he takes his favourite twinky bois through and Ronny is an otter who is definitely in for a treat he could never have expected on first entering the gym...

Sauna Slut

A stallion at the gym should only be after one thing and that's getting his sweat on but Jonty's eyes wander a side too often for everything to simply be accidental. It's hard enough to focus on his workout when he's trying to hide a hard-on but the stud stallion is one better suited to being on his knees before a stronger male, eagerly allowing himself to be bent to their will.

Luckily, there's a selection of males in the sauna that are up for some fun and a handy tip-off from a certain saucy mare sends him walking blissfully into their arms and so much more...

Squats

There's nothing better than the clash and call of metal in the gym, muscle studs grunting and working through the most stringent of reps and routines, all for the betterment of their physiques and mental strength. But it's hard for those so inclined to ignore the ripple of muscle and clenched jaws, bulges in crotches that should have been better covered but are perhaps on show for a particular reason...

They're excellent friends, Mike and Si, but there's a benefit to being a little more than friends when it comes to the gym showers after a particularly hot and heavy workout...

The New Guy

Malcolm likes to give the newbies at the gym some extra help, for a fee. When Tommy, a white rabbit, joins the gym, the horse can't resist taking him under his wing. He's cute, slim and wants to be a hit with the ladies, though there's something about him that makes Malcolm think he may not be averse to a bit of lad on lad action. Excellent.

Training, however, comes at a price and Tommy has to pay up on his knees if he wants their sessions to continue... Thing is, the bunny is true to his kind and all too eager to take a certain something between his lips.


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Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!

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I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.

arianmabe[at]gmail.com","writing":"Behind the Barbell\nComplete Collection\n\n\nThe following excerpts are from Behind the Barbell, a collection of fiver gay furry erotic tales. The complete collection of Behind the Barbell is available for sale worldwide via Smashwords and distributors via the below link!\n\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/930694 \n\nContents\n\n HYPERLINK \\l \"saunaslut\" Sauna Slut \n\n HYPERLINK \\l \"personaltraining\" Personal Training \n\n HYPERLINK \\l \"donttellthewife\" Don't Tell the Wife \n\n HYPERLINK \\l \"squats\" Squats \n\n HYPERLINK \\l \"newguy\" The New Guy \n\nSauna Slut\n\nJonty rested his elbows on his thighs as he inhaled the softly scented steam in his most frequented room at the gym complex. 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Everyone mentioned it - and he really did mean everyone.\n\nThe horse huffed, eyes hazing over as his head swam with heat. A tremor ran up his leg and muscle twitched, convulsing against his will. It had been too long.\n\nPushing himself to his hooves with a groan, soreness already setting in from his workout, Jonty stretched his arms out above his head with a crackle of joints popping. Not for the first time, he wished the gym had a Jacuzzi handy. There was nothing like a soak in a hot tub after deadlifting. He smiled, admiring the muscle in his legs through the steam, even as he swayed drunkenly from side to side, muscles flexing proudly. His progress truly was showing.\n\nDucking quickly out of the steam room, the horse shuddered at the rush of cool air, tail flicking over his haunches. 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Her sense of humour was not for all, it had to be said, though he liked her well enough, that cheeky red mare. Smoothing over his expression, Jonty straightened and cleared his throat, still shivering beneath the deluge.\n\n``What?''\n\nStomping from the shower, he lunged for his towel to rub the water from his face and forelock, scrubbing until his skin rang raw beneath his short brown coat. She laughed again, making no attempt to hide her mirth as her eyes crinkled in at the corners.\n\n``Nothing, just never heard a stallion squeal like a filly before. Well...not without doing certain things to said stallion first, of course. They usually take some persuasion to whinny quite like that.''\n\nJonty's ears flipped flat to his skull and he scowled, expression twisting darkly.\n\n``Oh, screw you, Amethyst,'' he snapped. ``Why've you always got to have some snappy comment? Can't a bloke fucking shower in peace?''\n\nShe frowned, amusement vanishing in the face of her friend's short temper. He skirted her, swiping a swift, gulping drink from the water fountain before making as if to stalk back to the changing rooms with no further words said, tail swishing furiously. What was her problem? His `problem', if it could be said to be such a thing, softened and retreated into its sheath, though his groin still ached with a familiar need.\n\nDamn this!\n\n``Hey now, don't be like that.'' She stepped into his path and held her paws up. ``What's got you so worked up today? Didn't you have a good night with Deon after all that then?''\n\nJonty balked and Amethyst stepped closer, pressing.\n\n``Come on. What's up with you?''\n\nJonty shook his head and shrugged, sliding his gaze away.\n\n``What would make you think that? What about Deon?''\n\nHe tried to slip away, but the mare was insistent, raising an eyebrow and gently blocking his path.\n\n``Your general attitude of seriously needing to get some right now?''\n\n``Get some?''\n\nHe rolled his eyes. Amethyst smirked.\n\n``To get fucked, pony. You know I'd help out with that if you swung my way. I have toys, you know.''\n\nHe snorted, the horse's eyes softening at the corners where they had tightened into hard, humourless lines.\n\n``Thanks, sweetheart, but I think I'll pass this time. You get to choose the size of your dicks.''\n\n``That I do!'' She chirped, wrapping a towel around her torso as a couple of canines emerged from the adjacent sauna, both shaking sweat from their fur. ``If it helps any, there's a few fit guys hanging in the sauna, new ones. May tickle your fancy there, hon, if you know what I mean...''\n\nJonty rolled his eyes for a second time, an action that was becoming quite common around the mare. Predictable, as always. Predictable, predictable, predictable.\n\nYet not unwelcome.\n\n``Oh...shut up...''\n\nJonty's attention wavered, hooves edging towards the sauna almost without conscious thought. Knowing that she had hit home, Amethyst grinned and blew him a kiss, fluttering her fingers in mock farewell.\n\n``Don't say I never did anything for you now. See you next Tuesday!''\n\nShrugging, he deigned to wave his paw in goodbye as the mare disappeared around the corner, a grey and white furred husky with wandering eyes licking his lips as she passed. Jonty's stomach plummeted in momentary disappointment: he had had his eye on that husky for a while, watching how the curve of muscle showed through his fur more and more with every passing week. He'd been as skinny as a stick when he had joined the gym and it was no secret amongst Jonty's circle of friends that he'd wanted some private time with the husky for a good while now. Dedication to the progression of one's ability was a sexy trait indeed in Jonty's eyes.\n\nIt was a shame that the black and white husky looked to be straight after all. All the best ones were. Jonty smirked, rubbing the back of his paw across his muzzle. Though the straight lads could be turned the other way, with the right sense of...persuasion.\n\nGrinning, Jonty wrapped his towel around his waist - unneeded modesty - and peered into the sauna, ears twitching. Though the interior was dark, he could just about discern the shapes of various legs in the dim, soft lighting, muscled calves and boulder thighs enticing him inside.\n\nNo harm in meeting new furs... He reasoned with himself as he opened the door, stepping inside to a rush of dry heat. Then again...who knows what might happen? Much, if I know myself at all by now.\n\nThe horse bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing his smile as he stepped into the sauna, pausing in the entrance. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he picked out the shapes of four others sitting on the three tiers, position dependant on the level of heat they desired. Higher tiers equalled greater heat and it was not advised to stay at the top of any great length of time; warnings plastered the walls in heat and moisture resistant plastic.\n\nSeating himself, he took a closer look at his fellows, starting with the creature closest to him. Another hoofed anthro sat a couple of feet away, stripes immediately classifying him as a zebra. On the middle tier sat a wolf and a lion, murmuring to each other in low voices as the grey wolf's tail wagged gently between his legs, hanging down against the wooden bench. Last but certainly not least was the crocodile at the very top, jaws parted to release heat from within his body, leathery skin perfectly suited to the environment of the sauna. If he had been alone, Jonty would have let out a long, low whistle.\n\nDamn, that mare has good taste.\n\nAs different as their species were, their physiques demonstrated their prowess, muscles bulging for sheer purpose rather than self-admiration. He would not put it past them to all engage in some manner of physical sport. Perhaps it was wrestling? He could not say he was familiar with the intricacies of the body required, he was sad to say.\n\nConversation between strangers was not unusual in the sauna but Jonty contented himself with listening to the burble of talk behind him and sneaking sidelong glances, tail flicking lazily against the wooden bench.\n\nThe lion rubbed his fingers through his thick mane, teeth showing as he panted with an open-mouth and laughed at a joke the zebra made that Jonty was not quite close enough to overhear. The zebra, being the closest, garnered the most attention and Jonty watched, mesmerised, as his dark nostrils flared with each inhalation, a drop of moisture cradled in the teardrop hook of the one nostril, struggling with the heat as much as he enjoyed it. He would have done better in the sun with white stripes to reflect rays, Jonty considered.\n\nLike the pendulum of a clock, his thick, ropey tail swayed to and fro, drawing the horse's attention down his shaped, muscled legs. Even his calf was defined - a tough aesthetic for any equine to achieve and one that only showed itself through years of hard work.\n\nJonty's heart jumped as the zebra looked directly at him, brown eyes piercing in their intensity. He raised an eyebrow at the curious horse and smirked, lips quirking up to show a flash of pink tongue, startling in the black and white landscape of his body. Though Jonty immediately looked away, he knew that he had been seen and he felt the zebra's eyes boring into him in turn, taking in every inch. But was his gaze judgmental or falling into simple admiration? He could only hope. There was no way to tell without making eye contact again and Jonty's natural shyness tied his tongue into an inescapable knot.\n\nBlushing, though the heated colour could not be seen through his short coat, Jonty looked down at his hooves, cursing himself for being too obvious, yet again. It was his fucking downfall, all the time. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that not everyone was appreciative of stares, especially when they were trying to relax. And not everyone was gay, of course. Which was an absolute crime, as far as he was concerned.\n\nQuiet fell over the sauna and Jonty studied his hooves, frowning at a hairline crack that had appeared on the right one. He need more hoof oil: hooves were always the one thing that he forgot to care for as regularly as he could. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at them as if the hooves had personally and irrefutably offended him. His tail flicked. Behind, on a higher bench, the crocodile chortled, amusement rasping from his throat.\n\nA few more minutes so I don't look awkward and I can go, he told himself, closing his eyes to enjoy the heat the best he could. Can always be more careful with staring, it's not that bad a thing to be caught. I'm sure no one minded. It's just a look, a little look.\n\nHis lips turned down sullenly, forehead creasing.\n\nAmethyst will laugh like a hyena when I tell her I struck out. Again...\n\nLuckily, not everything was down to the sorry colt.\n\n``Seen you around here a bit, horse,'' the zebra broke the silence, throwing one arm over the next bench up. ``You work pretty hard.''\n\nThe horse stiffened and looked up, ears pricked. A compliment? His heart glowed, chest puffing up noticeably.\n\n``I try.'' Jonty cleared his throat, leaning back in an attempt to appear casual, mimicking the zebra. ``I've not seen you here all that much though.''\n\nThe zebra's ear flicked lazily.\n\n``We only come from time to time.'' He jerked his head in the direction of his companions. ``Local rugby team, get one of the personal trainers on us. It's great to supplement our usual stuff, though we're usually on the pitch or our local gym. Trainer here is too good to pass up on though.''\n\nThe crocodile rumbled, formidable jaws parted in what Jonty realised a heartbeat later was a reptilian grin. He wondered how the crocodile could walk from place to place without the concern of other furs. Jonty shivered. One snap of those jaws he was certain could take his head clean off his neck and sever any remaining sinew with a twist and a death roll.\n\nIf only the thought did not make his cock swell, wickedly slipping from its sheath. The equine swallowed hard, a lump in his throat. Oh, he did so have an inclination towards predators...\n\n``On us? You wish,'' the crocodile laughed, voice deep and slow. ``You couldn't take your eyes off his dick.''\n\nThe zebra bristled.\n\n``Oh, look who's talking,'' he huffed with a moist snort, tail thwapping the bench. ``You're the one who was in the shower with him. For much longer than necessary to have a shower, might I add.''\n\nThe lion chuckled and leaned forward, paws dangling as he rested his elbows on his knees.\n\n``Yeah, and we all know what happened in there, don't we?'' He shot Jonty a conspirator's wink. ``You came out clean in all the right places... Had to get those spots in nice and deep, hm?''\n\nFlipping a paw up in what could have been an obscene gesture but was too swift to tell, the crocodile looked away, a smirk snarling down his reptilian snout. The horse, however, could barely contain his excitement, muscles thrumming with sudden, uncontainable energy.\n\nWas it really true? Jonty's heart leapt. Was it just his luck that there were some more gay furs at his gym? More that seemed to be open to fun? If so, could he have stumbled across a better group? Straightening his back, he raised an eyebrow at the zebra, shoulder blades warm against the wood.\n\n``Not got eyes for the ladies then?'' He asked, tone casual despite his racing heart. ``Thought that's what all the rugby dudes were after - pussy.''\n\nThe zebra shook his head.\n\n``Nah, the lot of us are gay,'' he answered. ``We tend to stick together. The rest of the blokes on the team are all right but, y'know, it's hard to mesh with everyone if they know what you like and all that. Don't hang out outside training.''\n\n``Yeah,'' the wolf chimed in. ``They always think you're looking at their dick. As if! I got higher fucking standards than that.''\n\n``Damn straight,'' the lion added, bobbing his muzzle in agreement.\n\nThe zebra paused, looking Jonty over as if seeing him in a new light. The horse squirmed under the scrutiny, spreading his legs apart to better conceal the bulge in his shorts. Belatedly he wished that he'd gone for a looser pair, something where it would be easier to hide the increasingly obvious bulge.\n\n``Weren't you with a filly at the gym?'' He asked, ears flicking off a drop of rapidly cooling sweat.\n\n``Mare,'' Jonty corrected him automatically: Amethyst loathed being called a filly. ``And yeah, I was, but we're just friends. Against my will, but friends all the same. She's set me up with a few mates of hers but I'm not between boyfriends right now...you could say.''\n\n``Oh, so you're gay too.'' The wolf nodded. ``Cool.''\n\n``It's actually pretty hot in here.''\n\nThey laughed lightly, politely, at his joke. Indeed, sweat covered their bodies from the tips of their ears to their tails, though not a single one of them appeared to be in any rush to leave the sauna with friendly company present. The zebra slid closer to Jonty, hissing through his teeth as he skimmed on to a hotter part of the bench, legs casually parted with paws dangling between his thighs. Jonty was suddenly aware that he had never gotten any of their names and a cool shiver thrilled down his spine.\n\nIgnorant to his friend's watchful eyes, the zebra leaned over and rested the palm of his paw, too casually to be accidental, on Jonty's thigh. The horse's skin jumped, twitching in that way that only equines seemed able to master, and he struggled to sit still, paws curling into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. His heart raced, pounding like the beat of a drum to which he could not dance to, and he let out a gasp as the zebra started to stroke his leg gently, allowing the very tips of his fingers to caress his new `friend's' coat.\n\nTo Jonty's embarrassment, his cock slipped from its sheath, swelling into the little space allowed his tight, fitted shorts. He whickered nervously, wondering whether he should get up and leave, half-rising, though an appreciative murr from the zebra's lips steadied his nerve. The zebra shook his head and, cautiously, Jonty reclaimed his seat, heart pounding with such force that every beat was uncomfortable, on the edge of pain. Just what was going on?\n\n``Easy there, horse,'' the zebra grinned. ``We're not going to do anything to you that you don't want. But you got hard there so quickly for us, it would be a shame to not appreciate a fine, studly colt now, wouldn't it? You came here just for us, didn't you?''\n\n``I...I didn't mean to...''\n\nJonty blushed, his coltish demeanour vanishing at the paws of the larger, stronger male. Oh, it was so good to be touched, it had been too long. Glancing back, he whinnied, the whites of his eyes showing, as he caught sight of the crocodile, thick cock in one paw. The reptile parted his jaws and hissed, a roiling, thunderous sound that made Jonty quiver down to his hooves, eyes transfixed upon that massive rod of flesh, a bulbous white head gleaming with pre cum.\n\n``You don't seem to mind the attention anyway.'' The zebra's paw travelled higher, teasing over the shape of Jonty's cock, fat shaft showing through his shorts. ``Think we're lucky we ran into you, horse... Very lucky indeed.''\n\nJonty huffed and tipped his head back, squirming.\n\n``Ah...you are?''\n\n``Yes.''\n\nIt was the lion who answered, rubbing the back of his paw over the growing bulge in his swim trunks, a low yowl curling from his black tinted lips, rimming a maw crammed with sharp teeth. Once composed enough to talk, he bared those teeth in a grin.\n\n``We've been looking for a new slut to use after practice.''\n\n``Slut?'' Jonty stiffened, ears flattening to his skull. ``I am not a slut.''\n\n``Really?'' The zebra tilted his head. ``Because you seem to be rather enjoying this right now. Bet you want a nice, thick cock under your tail, don't you? You want a real stud to mount you, make you sore, fuck you.''\n\n``No, I don't...'' Jonty whinnied, though his protest was weak. ``I don't have guys fuck me. That's what I do. I'm not a bottom.''\n\nThere was no sense of conviction in his words and his statements rang deliciously false in the thick, dry heat. The four companions seemed to cast a spell over him as he looked from one to another, coming to unspoken agreement. He wriggled on the bench, heat rushing to his cheeks as his cock engorged further, the head straining at the waistband of his shorts, threatening to break free. Damn his sheath! It put the fucking thing in just the right position to threaten his decency! Not that he had much decency left when other furs were working themselves up around him, taking advantage of their timely privacy.\n\nOh, he wanted them: he didn't have to question that for even a heartbeat. Only Jonty was not one to make the first move. He had to be told. Whining, he looked between them, eyes wide and plaintive as his cock throbbed and his ears slipped to the sides submissively.\n\n``We'll set you right, horse, don't you fret,'' the wolf slipped off the middle bench, standing before the Jonty with his canine cock out. ``Why don't you put those lips to good use, hm?''\n\nEnd preview.\n\nThank you for reading! The complete collection of Behind the Barbell is available for sale worldwide via Smashwords and distributors!\n\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/930694 \n\nPersonal Training\n\n``So! You're here for a personal training session.''\n\nThe lithe otter gulped and stood up straighter, shifting from hind paw to paw. He had little to no muscle - typical of otters - and his brown eyes darted fervently from left to right as if keeping track of any and all possible exits. He would not want to be trapped, despite voluntarily taking himself to the gym. It was a scary environment to a little fur, after all, with clanging weights and grunting lifters, sprinters puffing on the treadmills. The otter licked his lips, chest rising and falling too quickly for him to be relaxed.\n\nDressed in black gym shorts with a white, vertical stripe and a plain green t-shirt, he could have fitted in easily to the strength and body building focused gym. There were smaller types, slimmer furs, there working on sports fitness and the group included several otters competing in swimming. To him, however, the clothing was uncomfortable and he tugged at the waistband of his shorts, scrambling for the courage to speak up as he had said he would. He'd made himself a promise.\n\n``Y-yes, I am,'' he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the bull behind the desk. ``I'm here to sign up. Today. Well...now.''\n\nThe black bull studied him with a jauntily angled muzzle as his moist nostrils flared and he pushed a clipboard across the desk to the otter. Picking up the pen with a paw that trembled faintly, he signed his name with a flourish, lifting the tail on the end of the `y' in a flirty flick. Tilting his head to read upside down, the bull's lips twitched and he flicked his ropey tail against the counter with a thwack that made the otter jump, eyes wide.\n\n``Ronny, it is then. You been here before?''\n\nThe otter shook his head, scuffing the sole of one brand new trainer over the toe of the other.\n\n``Nope... First time.''\n\n``You been to a gym before?'' He pressed.\n\n``Daily Exercise, just that one.''\n\nThe otter flushed, wondering if his choice of gym was going to be judged, but the bull made no comment, though he did raise an eyebrow.\n\n``And what name do you prefer to go by? Ronny? Ronald?''\n\nSwallowing, the otter smiled sheepishly.\n\n``Ronny is fine, most people call me that.''\n\nFeeling the otter start to come out of his shell, the bull smiled and kindly offered him his paw to snake, licking his moist nose with a very pink tongue.\n\n``Awesome. Name's Cormac. Shall we get started?''\n\nNodding, Ronny chanced a smile and followed the bull with his eyes as the larger male stepped around the counter, leaving a frowning lion to take care of the desk. Cormac scratched his thick neck and surreptitiously looked the otter up and down, taking his measure out of the corner of his eye.\n\nBefore they leapt into something beyond what the otter was looking for, Cormac paused by the elliptical machines - of which there were only two - both of which were unoccupied.\n\n``So, what's your goal here?'' He questioned, fingers tucked into his pockets as he rocked back on his cloven hooves.\n\nPursing his lips, Ronny's gaze slid to the left as he considered the question, wondering what exactly he was doing in the gym in the first place.\n\n``Just general fitness,'' Ronny coughed, looking down at the padded floor, which was covered from wall to wall in Olympic matting. ``It's a New Year's resolution kind of thing.''\n\nCormac tried not to smirk, brown eyes widening just a fraction as he swallowed a smart retort that would not have been wise around clientele\n\n``Well, we get a few of those in here,'' the bull acknowledged with a barely perceptible roll of his eyes that he kindly hid from Ronny. ``It'll take a lot of hard work and it won't happen overnight but you shouldn't be discouraged by that.''\n\n``It takes a long time...'' Ronny sighed and looked down, twisting his paws together. ``What if nothing happens?''\n\n``What do you mean by that?''\n\n``I like to see changes,'' he said simply. ``I work in IT and, if there are any bugs, I like to iron them out. Everything has to be right.''\n\nEars flicking amongst the clamour of metal on metal and grunts of males and females alike working out in the gym, the bull edged closer. He expected the typical New Year's resolutioner that wanted to either be buff in no time - drugs or enhancements non-optional - or `tone up a little', as the saying went. There was something different about this one, however, a real edge that perked Cormac's interest more than the daft antics of most newbies. Though Ronny's nose twitched distastefully at the clean scent of sweat emanating through the gym, Cormac figured that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to train the shy otter.\n\nEvery fur had a weakness. Or a motivating point.\n\n``Let's get you started on a fun routine for general fitness then,'' Cormac said, folding his arms across his broad chest, gym branded shirt straining over muscle. ``Hop up on the elliptical, one foot on each side.''\n\nAwkwardly, the otter nodded and jumped up on the large, flat pedals, one for each of his hind paws. His rudder swung and slapped the backs of his thighs as the paw rests moved and he reached for the rods for his forepaws instinctively, feeling safer with something to hold on to. \n\n``A good way to get yourself in the zone is to start with some light cardio,'' Cormac explained as the otter slowly started to work on the elliptical, cautiously at first and then with increasing confidence. ``It won't be your whole session but it's good to get yourself into a rhythm and it's easy to start off, not threatening.''\n\nThough his stride was short and choppy, the otter settled into a light jog. As the elliptical did not move a fixed distance like some machines, the amount of pressure he put on the paw pads allowed him to lengthen or shorten his stride to whatever was comfortable without putting undue strain on his body. Cormac's eyes roamed his body as the otter found his stride, stepping out more confidently even as his eyes darted around the gym, passing over each and every single gym client in sight. The bull frowned, darker lips turning down at the corners. Not a single fur had their eyes on the otter, no matter what his nerves or whatever it was told him.\n\nTime to regain his focus.\n\n``Let's dial it up a notch, shall we? You're breezing your way through this.''\n\nPerhaps a higher intensity would better claim the otter's attention. Tapping the machine twice, Cormac increased the resistance, forcing Ronny to work harder. Looking straight ahead of him, the otter opened his mouth and panted softly, the pulse monitor built into the handles of the machine tracking its subsequent increase. The bull studied him, fingers curled around the underside of his jaw. Interesting.\n\n``You don't like thinking that other people are watching you, hm?''\n\nThe otter flushed and shook his head, deigning to answer verbally as his heart pounded, muscles complaining as they were forced to complete a motion at an intensity that his body was not used to.\n\n``Don't you swim?'' Cormac probed. ``Sorry if that's a bit of a generalisation but you are an otter.''\n\nThe otter huffed for breath, paws sweaty on the handles of the elliptical as he pedalled. His pace was great enough that it had become difficult for a relatively unfit fur to talk and pedal, lungs working hard.\n\n``Yeah...'' He swallowed loudly, muzzle tipping back to show the pulse in his throat as he struggled to talk and pedal at the same time. ``It's...different. In the...water. No...stress. Just fun.''\n\nCormac nodded, though he wondered what was so different about swimming. It was exercise too, wasn't it? And the otter would wear less clothing to go to the pool to swim. It didn't make sense but it didn't have to make sense for him to be able to work with his new client. And if wandering eyes were such a problem, Cormac had one solution to try. It was all a process of trial and error with new clients anyway.\n\nThe bull only thought this method may be more entertaining for the two of them.\n\n``All right, enough of that,'' the bull instructed, tapping the side of the machine to draw Ronny's attention. ``Slow it down yourself.''\n\nBobbing his small muzzle, Ronny obligingly slowed his steps, dialling down the intensity until he could have been walking with a relaxed, if unusual, stride, arms swinging along with the handles of the elliptical. When he stood still, only rocking slightly back and forth, he looked to the bull for guidance, eyes dropping and then darting up against guiltily. He couldn't look at any of the other gym patrons, even though a curious gazelle cast him a look for standing on the machine rather than using it. Cormac smiled, catching the otter's stare: bingo.\n\n``Right, hop off, we're going somewhere different.''\n\nCormac turned on his heel and beckoned the otter to follow him with a casual flip of his paw, rump curved through the fabric of his jogging bottoms. It was good to be able to wear comfortable clothes at the gym, he thought, as he glanced back just the once to check that Ronny was following him. Time to play to the otter's liking, as it were.\n\n``I'm using the small room, okay?'' He called down to the front desk, striding away without waiting for a response.\n\nRonny trotted to catch up, trainers slapping the floor, and grumbled at the light ache already tingling through his legs. Swimming was never that difficult! Spreading the energy for swimming across his whole body and, as an otter, he was naturally turned to it. It was easy for him, as little as he did enjoy the pool these days. His eyes would wander as much as he feared there would be other eyes on him. Swallowing, he trailed his gaze down his personal trainer's back to where his tail swung with the motion of his body. The bull's arse was impossible to ignore and Ronny could only imagine the years of work that had gone into such a physique.\n\nHe blushed, finding it ironic that, though he did not enjoy having eyes upon him, he looked more than was strictly polite. It was an odd conundrum and one that he had berated himself for many, many times. Still, he could not bring himself to drag his gaze away from the bull's tight rump and the hypnotic swing of his tail. He wondered what that backside would feel like under his paw...\n\nRonny gulped, rubbing his throat, and pushed the thoughts from his mind. Those ideas were not why he was in the gym.\n\nTaking Ronny through a room set with half racks and barbells, the bull continued on to a door set in the side of the main room. The room was simply set up with Olympic matting on the floor with enough space for a fur to complete a variety of exercises in relative solitude. There were no windows and a small stereo was seated in the corner of the room, ready for use. A single barbell leaned against the far wall with a variety of weight plates racked neatly on a stand, demonstrating that the room was mainly for use with free weight. Not a single, comforting machine was in sight.\n\nClosing the door, Ronny took in the room.\n\n``Why are we in here?'' He asked, eyes rising to the pull up bar set a little distance up, bolted into opposite walls. ``What about the other stuff?''\n\n``It's a little more private,'' Cormac said, evading the direct question he best he could in the moment: it would not do to give too much away right up front. ``You don't like other people looking at you, right? Isn't that why you're acting like a cornered fur at gunpoint.''\n\nThe otter heaved a sigh and nodded, looking down at the floor. The grey matting was flecked with flakes of black, drawing the eye from spot to spot as if it would never quite settle.\n\n``No, I don't, but I guess that much is obvious if you picked up on it already. Sorry.''\n\nCormac clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head, smile as broad as ever.\n\n``Don't be sorry! Now, let us be on with it, there's no sense in holding off your session any longer. You want to get the full service we provide, of course.''\n\nRonny gave the tiniest of smiles and nodded, standing to attention as the bull slid a ten kilo plate on to each end of the barbell.\n\n``This should be easy enough for you,'' he said, stepping away without adding clamps to keep the plates in place. ``Don't worry about the weight, I just want to run you through a standard barbell row. It's a training bar, so more flexible than the Olympic bars...''\n\nRonny nodded, eyes glazing over as he strove to mentally log every scrap of information he was given, though much of it went over the poor otter's head. He smiled in a way that he hoped conveyed that he understood at least enough of the bull's words and, under direction, stepped up to the barbell, sliding his hips back and back and back so that his body was low enough to collect the bar from the ground. It was raised high enough by the plates that he could take it in an overhand grip, bending his legs to slip down comfortably low.\n\nIn a true Pendlay row, he took the weight in his paws and Cormac touched the middle of his back, reminding him to keep it flat and steady, as the otter pulled the weight towards his body, triceps pointing up. The bar wobbled and the otter's muzzle twisted in concentration as he lowered it to the padded floor again, only to lift it in a smoother, cleaner motion under the bull's encouragement. A plate slipped and Ronny muttered his annoyance under his breath, though his words did not yet curl into a curse. Cormac smoothed over his frown and moved in to assist.\n\n``Right, a bit wonky but you're using the right muscles,'' \n\nGuiding him through a series of light exercises, using the barbell and neatly racked dumbbells from the corner of the room, the bull smiled, his eyes warming to the otter's determination. Without curious eyes on him, or the implication of such, he took willingly to Cormac's education until every muscle in his body was slick and warm, moving freely and ready to work. The bull flicked his tail and scratched the underside of his jaw, blunt finger-hooves rasping through the short stubble there.\n\n``I think we'll have you started on a basic squat now, with weight,'' he said in reference to the bodyweight squats he had run the otter through to warm-up, a portion of their time already disappeared. ``We have no squat rack in here, so I'll lend a paw. Stand up.''\n\nRemoving the weight from the bar, Cormac easily lifted it up to the level of the shorter otter's shoulders and showed him how to rest it on his traps, paws curling comfortably around cool metal. At ten kilos - or so Cormac had told him - it didn't feel like he had any weight there at all and he more confidently than earlier dropped into a low squat, going past the point where his thighs would have been parallel. Back flat and steady, he rose cleanly and continued the motion for a full, simple set of ten repetitions. The bull rolled his shoulders backwards.\n\n``Too easy, more weight for that one, otter.''\n\nRemoving the bar from Ronny's paws, Cormac quickly slid two weight plates on to either end of the bar - something to provide his trainee with a greater challenge, lest he become complacent. Besides, the bull thought as he concealed his smirk with a meticulously painted on smile, he wanted to have to step in to help the otter. That was part of the plan, the deal.\n\nWith greater weight on the bar, Ronny found himself struggling as he dropped his body into the first squat. The bull eased in, palms beneath the bar to guide it as he spread his legs, not taking the weight from the otter but giving him the confidence he needed in order to rise through the lift, if lacking his original steadiness. As he supported the otter, Cormac shifted closer, crotch brushing against the seat of Ronny's gym trousers. The otter jerked, bar swaying.\n\n``What are you doing?''\n\nThe otter squeaked, hips rocking back away from the bull's abdomen as if he had been stung. Blinking with false innocence, the bull flicked his tail and lowered a paw to the otter's hip, shifting his rump further back in the semblance of adjusting his form a little too intimately for comfort. Ronny's heart raced, blood roaring in his ears.\n\n``Encouragement.''\n\nCormac grinned, dropping the otter a conspirator's wink as he followed Ronny, tail thumping lightly against the otter's leg. Trembling, the otter bent forward at his hips and pushed his body through the exercise again, barbell supported across the tops of his shoulders. The near sexual nature of the exercised was emphasised as he pushed his rump back, hinging at the hips, yet he did not put the barbell down or demand that Cormac give him more space. Ronny's blood sang as the bull closed in even further, body moving fluidly with his so that his form was supported and not interrupted in the slightest. \n\n``Is this private enough for you, Ronny?'' The bull breathed in his ear, breath a hot wash across the otter's coat. ``No eyes on you here... Just mine.''\n\nThe otter squeaked, rudder slapping Cormac's thigh and completed a shaky eighth rep, form juddering. Taking the bar from the otter, Cormac set it down as the otter took a brief break, heart thudding so hard that he feared it would burst right out of his chest to continue beating on the mats. His respite was short lived, however, and the barbell was soon resting across his traps again with the larger, stronger bull easing in closer than ever to him. Sweat dampening a line across his brow, the otter surprised himself with a grunt as he sank lower, the bull murmuring his approval in his ear.\n\n``Excellent... One more set. Ten reps. Go.''\n\nHe didn't need to raise his voice for Ronny to take note and the otter looked straight ahead as he pushed, doing his best to ignore the bulge grinding into his rump. The bull had to know what he was doing! It had to be intentional. Blood roared in Ronny's ears as he forced his body through the motion, air ripping from his lungs as he fought to control his breath. And all while the bull's blunt fingertips were there supporting the bar ever so slightly as his form steadied his position, crotch pushing Ronny's thick tail aside.\n\nThere could be no accident about it.\n\nEnd preview.\n\nThank you for reading! 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Sure, their heritage means that they tend to be on the lazier side from time to time and sprawling out in the sun is a rather intoxicating sensation...\n\nBut Zenith and Saki have a teasing, ongoing relationship and one wants something from the other, something carnal and wanton and wicked. There?s only one way to decide who will be on the bottom and that?s with a race through the clouds, all the way to their favourite lookout point! Winner takes all, as is the deal, and a gryphon drake sure as hell has to get his rocks off outside of mating season too!\n\nHis Stallion Daddy: Rutting the Virgin Runt\n\nJoey is a stallion just about to head off to university but he?s lacking one experience that may well make his time there all the more erotic and sensual... Whereas the stallion anthro understands his sexuality, he is yet to truly experience it for himself, the virgin, playfully nicknamed \"runt\" of the family desperate to pop that last cherry and see just how it feels to be bred as a male and so roughly taken.\n\nAnd that?s just where his father comes into the picture, the dominant paw of the stallion taking him by the back of his neck, pinning him down and showing his adult son what it means to lust and love and revel in the passion that is the birthright of all randy stallions whether they are tops or bottoms...\n\nNote: this story contains consensual incest between adult, anthro characters.\n\nDragon Training Camp Nights: Dominated by His Trusty Winged Steed\n\nBraiden is at dragon training camp, an elite group who have been chosen for their exceptional prowess and bravery with the winged steeds of the air. 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They?ve got to keep things under wraps - in the closet, so to speak - but that doesn?t mean that they can?t have their fun as and when the risk of allure presents itself.\n\nTaking a lusty shaft down one?s throat in the locker room, however, is an entirely different matter, something seedier and more wanton than either of them could have ever imagined. Anyone could walk in on them at any time but the risk is just what makes it all the more tantalising for them, the duo wanting for that little thrill...\n\nBut can they reach climax before they are caught?\n\nHippocampus' Delight: Returning to the Sweet Monster of the Lake\n\nDamien has met a hippocampus out in the wilds of Wales, a mythical creature that, truly, has no right to exist. The hippocampus of the lake wove into his thoughts, demonstrating such intelligence that the man could not fathom him being anything other than he was, lured into sweet liaisons between them so very many months ago.\n\nAnd now is the time for him to seek out the hippocampus again in his glacial lake, a pool left behind by a retreating glacier many years ago. He knows not where he is going but something drives him on to find the seductive one who has haunted his dreams and waking moments since.\n\nWho knows what may come between them but Damien isn?t going to risk not knowing as Gawain waits for him with the heat of his body to warm his sweet human companion...\n\n PAGE \\* MERGEFORMAT 1 \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Behind the Barbell
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The following excerpts are from Behind the Barbell, a collection of fiver gay furry erotic tales. The complete collection of Behind the Barbell is available for sale worldwide via Smashwords and distributors via the below link!

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Contents

  HYPERLINK  \\l "saunaslut"  Sauna Slut

  HYPERLINK  \\l "personaltraining"  Personal Training

  HYPERLINK  \\l "donttellthewife"  Don't Tell the Wife

  HYPERLINK  \\l "squats"  Squats

  HYPERLINK  \\l "newguy"  The New Guy

Sauna Slut

Jonty rested his elbows on his thighs as he inhaled the softly scented steam in his most frequented room at the gym complex. Not many steam rooms attached to fitness facilities were infused with relaxing aroma, unless they were the `frou-frou' kind that he would not want to be seen at anyway, yet the equine found the scent pleasing, unknotting sore muscles and clearing his sinuses.

No, facilities were all well and good but his kind of gym posed a far more pleasing clientele. Gym bunnies did not fall easy on his eyes and he could not understand the appeal towards losing weight, obsessing over pounds when the sheer goal was to be skinny. Or the mindset of those that went to health clubs simply to sweat it out in the sauna. Did they not know that that would not make them lose any true weight at all?

His nostrils flared, breathing in lavender. It relaxed his mind and aching body, pummelled into nothing but a quivering mass of abused horse beneath the weights of his session. No, health club gyms and spas were a pleasant enough visit from time to time, but they were not Jonty's style. He wanted a gym with real males, the ones that sweated out their anger and frustration after a long day of work and spouses that clucked in their ears, driving them out to escapes beyond ordinary reach. The horse's grey lips twitched into a wry smile. Luckily, this particular gym outstripped his expectations in terms of equipment, space, facilities and, of course, clientele.

Brushing his mane off the arch of his gleaming, brown neck, black strands sticky with sweat in the moist heat, and flicked a loose black strand off his hoofed fingertips. Stupid thing - always getting in the way. Sometimes he envied the mares with their mane-clips and hair ties that tamed the unruly beast, at least for a time, but that would be a little too gay for his liking. Not that he had anything against gay males, of course. That would be ironic, if it had been true. Gay males were the main reason that he attended the gym at all. That and lifting. Sometimes.

He licked sweat from his lips, shifting to hide the bulge in his `sauna shorts'. They were exactly the same as swim shorts or swim trunks, only something he took to the gym for the sauna and steam room and showers only, preferring to keep the dark blue pair for the tension easing portion of his day. There was something soothing about slipping into them. The only problem he had with the gym was that there was no pool attached. Jonty rolled his head back, working out a crick in his neck. Males in tight swimwear were also a very good thing, very good indeed.

Shaking his head, the horse's forelock fell away from his face to expose a white, heart-shaped `star' marking in the centre of his forehead. Although it was clearly a heart, something that friends and strangers liked to point out on a daily basis, in equine marking terms, it was a `star'. Bloody star. Everyone mentioned it - and he really did mean everyone.

The horse huffed, eyes hazing over as his head swam with heat. A tremor ran up his leg and muscle twitched, convulsing against his will. It had been too long.

Pushing himself to his hooves with a groan, soreness already setting in from his workout, Jonty stretched his arms out above his head with a crackle of joints popping. Not for the first time, he wished the gym had a Jacuzzi handy. There was nothing like a soak in a hot tub after deadlifting. He smiled, admiring the muscle in his legs through the steam, even as he swayed drunkenly from side to side, muscles flexing proudly. His progress truly was showing.

Ducking quickly out of the steam room, the horse shuddered at the rush of cool air, tail flicking over his haunches. He grumbled as he stepped into the open shower, inhaling sharply at the sudden blast of cold water right in the muzzle, streaming over his cheekbones.

His mane soaked down flat to his neck as he rinsed off the sweat, hooves shining with trickling droplets of water. Jonty shuddered, lips flapping as he bore the cold, a rarely desired shock to the system. Whinnying, he turned in a circle to clear the sweat from his back as swiftly as possible, spinning too quickly to thoroughly clean himself. The horse's teeth chattered.

``Fucking hell,'' he muttered, hopping from hoof to hoof with a clack-clack-clack on the tiles. ``Fuck, fuck, fuck, come on...''

Behind him, someone giggled, and he glared over his shoulder at the suspect chestnut mare, arms crossed primly across the front of her bikini top. A familiar face at the gym, he had chatted to her some, many months ago, before being dragged out to dinner and `get togethers' - all against his will if he was questioned on the matter. Her sense of humour was not for all, it had to be said, though he liked her well enough, that cheeky red mare. Smoothing over his expression, Jonty straightened and cleared his throat, still shivering beneath the deluge.

``What?''

Stomping from the shower, he lunged for his towel to rub the water from his face and forelock, scrubbing until his skin rang raw beneath his short brown coat. She laughed again, making no attempt to hide her mirth as her eyes crinkled in at the corners.

``Nothing, just never heard a stallion squeal like a filly before. Well...not without doing certain things to said stallion first, of course. They usually take some persuasion to whinny quite like that.''

Jonty's ears flipped flat to his skull and he scowled, expression twisting darkly.

``Oh, screw you, Amethyst,'' he snapped. ``Why've you always got to have some snappy comment? Can't a bloke fucking shower in peace?''

She frowned, amusement vanishing in the face of her friend's short temper. He skirted her, swiping a swift, gulping drink from the water fountain before making as if to stalk back to the changing rooms with no further words said, tail swishing furiously. What was her problem? His `problem', if it could be said to be such a thing, softened and retreated into its sheath, though his groin still ached with a familiar need.

Damn this!

``Hey now, don't be like that.'' She stepped into his path and held her paws up. ``What's got you so worked up today? Didn't you have a good night with Deon after all that then?''

Jonty balked and Amethyst stepped closer, pressing.

``Come on. What's up with you?''

Jonty shook his head and shrugged, sliding his gaze away.

``What would make you think that? What about Deon?''

He tried to slip away, but the mare was insistent, raising an eyebrow and gently blocking his path.

``Your general attitude of seriously needing to get some right now?''

``Get some?''

He rolled his eyes. Amethyst smirked.

``To get fucked, pony. You know I'd help out with that if you swung my way. I have toys, you know.''

He snorted, the horse's eyes softening at the corners where they had tightened into hard, humourless lines.

``Thanks, sweetheart, but I think I'll pass this time. You get to choose the size of your dicks.''

``That I do!'' She chirped, wrapping a towel around her torso as a couple of canines emerged from the adjacent sauna, both shaking sweat from their fur. ``If it helps any, there's a few fit guys hanging in the sauna, new ones. May tickle your fancy there, hon, if you know what I mean...''

Jonty rolled his eyes for a second time, an action that was becoming quite common around the mare. Predictable, as always. Predictable, predictable, predictable.

Yet not unwelcome.

``Oh...shut up...''

Jonty's attention wavered, hooves edging towards the sauna almost without conscious thought. Knowing that she had hit home, Amethyst grinned and blew him a kiss, fluttering her fingers in mock farewell.

``Don't say I never did anything for you now. See you next Tuesday!''

Shrugging, he deigned to wave his paw in goodbye as the mare disappeared around the corner, a grey and white furred husky with wandering eyes licking his lips as she passed. Jonty's stomach plummeted in momentary disappointment: he had had his eye on that husky for a while, watching how the curve of muscle showed through his fur more and more with every passing week. He'd been as skinny as a stick when he had joined the gym and it was no secret amongst Jonty's circle of friends that he'd wanted some private time with the husky for a good while now. Dedication to the progression of one's ability was a sexy trait indeed in Jonty's eyes.

It was a shame that the black and white husky looked to be straight after all. All the best ones were. Jonty smirked, rubbing the back of his paw across his muzzle. Though the straight lads could be turned the other way, with the right sense of...persuasion.

Grinning, Jonty wrapped his towel around his waist - unneeded modesty - and peered into the sauna, ears twitching. Though the interior was dark, he could just about discern the shapes of various legs in the dim, soft lighting, muscled calves and boulder thighs enticing him inside.

No harm in meeting new furs... He reasoned with himself as he opened the door, stepping inside to a rush of dry heat. Then again...who knows what might happen? Much, if I know myself at all by now.

The horse bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing his smile as he stepped into the sauna, pausing in the entrance. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he picked out the shapes of four others sitting on the three tiers, position dependant on the level of heat they desired. Higher tiers equalled greater heat and it was not advised to stay at the top of any great length of time; warnings plastered the walls in heat and moisture resistant plastic.

Seating himself, he took a closer look at his fellows, starting with the creature closest to him. Another hoofed anthro sat a couple of feet away, stripes immediately classifying him as a zebra. On the middle tier sat a wolf and a lion, murmuring to each other in low voices as the grey wolf's tail wagged gently between his legs, hanging down against the wooden bench. Last but certainly not least was the crocodile at the very top, jaws parted to release heat from within his body, leathery skin perfectly suited to the environment of the sauna. If he had been alone, Jonty would have let out a long, low whistle.

Damn, that mare has good taste.

As different as their species were, their physiques demonstrated their prowess, muscles bulging for sheer purpose rather than self-admiration. He would not put it past them to all engage in some manner of physical sport. Perhaps it was wrestling? He could not say he was familiar with the intricacies of the body required, he was sad to say.

Conversation between strangers was not unusual in the sauna but Jonty contented himself with listening to the burble of talk behind him and sneaking sidelong glances, tail flicking lazily against the wooden bench.

The lion rubbed his fingers through his thick mane, teeth showing as he panted with an open-mouth and laughed at a joke the zebra made that Jonty was not quite close enough to overhear. The zebra, being the closest, garnered the most attention and Jonty watched, mesmerised, as his dark nostrils flared with each inhalation, a drop of moisture cradled in the teardrop hook of the one nostril, struggling with the heat as much as he enjoyed it. He would have done better in the sun with white stripes to reflect rays, Jonty considered.

Like the pendulum of a clock, his thick, ropey tail swayed to and fro, drawing the horse's attention down his shaped, muscled legs. Even his calf was defined - a tough aesthetic for any equine to achieve and one that only showed itself through years of hard work.

Jonty's heart jumped as the zebra looked directly at him, brown eyes piercing in their intensity. He raised an eyebrow at the curious horse and smirked, lips quirking up to show a flash of pink tongue, startling in the black and white landscape of his body. Though Jonty immediately looked away, he knew that he had been seen and he felt the zebra's eyes boring into him in turn, taking in every inch. But was his gaze judgmental or falling into simple admiration? He could only hope. There was no way to tell without making eye contact again and Jonty's natural shyness tied his tongue into an inescapable knot.

Blushing, though the heated colour could not be seen through his short coat, Jonty looked down at his hooves, cursing himself for being too obvious, yet again. It was his fucking downfall, all the time. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that not everyone was appreciative of stares, especially when they were trying to relax. And not everyone was gay, of course. Which was an absolute crime, as far as he was concerned.

Quiet fell over the sauna and Jonty studied his hooves, frowning at a hairline crack that had appeared on the right one. He need more hoof oil: hooves were always the one thing that he forgot to care for as regularly as he could. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at them as if the hooves had personally and irrefutably offended him. His tail flicked. Behind, on a higher bench, the crocodile chortled, amusement rasping from his throat.

A few more minutes so I don't look awkward and I can go, he told himself, closing his eyes to enjoy the heat the best he could. Can always be more careful with staring, it's not that bad a thing to be caught. I'm sure no one minded. It's just a look, a little look.

His lips turned down sullenly, forehead creasing.

Amethyst will laugh like a hyena when I tell her I struck out. Again...

Luckily, not everything was down to the sorry colt.

``Seen you around here a bit, horse,'' the zebra broke the silence, throwing one arm over the next bench up. ``You work pretty hard.''

The horse stiffened and looked up, ears pricked. A compliment? His heart glowed, chest puffing up noticeably.

``I try.'' Jonty cleared his throat, leaning back in an attempt to appear casual, mimicking the zebra. ``I've not seen you here all that much though.''

The zebra's ear flicked lazily.

``We only come from time to time.'' He jerked his head in the direction of his companions. ``Local rugby team, get one of the personal trainers on us. It's great to supplement our usual stuff, though we're usually on the pitch or our local gym. Trainer here is too good to pass up on though.''

The crocodile rumbled, formidable jaws parted in what Jonty realised a heartbeat later was a reptilian grin. He wondered how the crocodile could walk from place to place without the concern of other furs. Jonty shivered. One snap of those jaws he was certain could take his head clean off his neck and sever any remaining sinew with a twist and a death roll.

If only the thought did not make his cock swell, wickedly slipping from its sheath. The equine swallowed hard, a lump in his throat. Oh, he did so have an inclination towards predators...

``On us? You wish,'' the crocodile laughed, voice deep and slow. ``You couldn't take your eyes off his dick.''

The zebra bristled.

``Oh, look who's talking,'' he huffed with a moist snort, tail thwapping the bench. ``You're the one who was in the shower with him. For much longer than necessary to have a shower, might I add.''

The lion chuckled and leaned forward, paws dangling as he rested his elbows on his knees.

``Yeah, and we all know what happened in there, don't we?'' He shot Jonty a conspirator's wink. ``You came out clean in all the right places... Had to get those spots in nice and deep, hm?''

Flipping a paw up in what could have been an obscene gesture but was too swift to tell, the crocodile looked away, a smirk snarling down his reptilian snout. The horse, however, could barely contain his excitement, muscles thrumming with sudden, uncontainable energy.

Was it really true? Jonty's heart leapt. Was it just his luck that there were some more gay furs at his gym? More that seemed to be open to fun? If so, could he have stumbled across a better group? Straightening his back, he raised an eyebrow at the zebra, shoulder blades warm against the wood.

``Not got eyes for the ladies then?'' He asked, tone casual despite his racing heart. ``Thought that's what all the rugby dudes were after - pussy.''

The zebra shook his head.

``Nah, the lot of us are gay,'' he answered. ``We tend to stick together. The rest of the blokes on the team are all right but, y'know, it's hard to mesh with everyone if they know what you like and all that. Don't hang out outside training.''

``Yeah,'' the wolf chimed in. ``They always think you're looking at their dick. As if! I got higher fucking standards than that.''

``Damn straight,'' the lion added, bobbing his muzzle in agreement.

The zebra paused, looking Jonty over as if seeing him in a new light. The horse squirmed under the scrutiny, spreading his legs apart to better conceal the bulge in his shorts. Belatedly he wished that he'd gone for a looser pair, something where it would be easier to hide the increasingly obvious bulge.

``Weren't you with a filly at the gym?'' He asked, ears flicking off a drop of rapidly cooling sweat.

``Mare,'' Jonty corrected him automatically: Amethyst loathed being called a filly. ``And yeah, I was, but we're just friends. Against my will, but friends all the same. She's set me up with a few mates of hers but I'm not between boyfriends right now...you could say.''

``Oh, so you're gay too.'' The wolf nodded. ``Cool.''

``It's actually pretty hot in here.''

They laughed lightly, politely, at his joke. Indeed, sweat covered their bodies from the tips of their ears to their tails, though not a single one of them appeared to be in any rush to leave the sauna with friendly company present. The zebra slid closer to Jonty, hissing through his teeth as he skimmed on to a hotter part of the bench, legs casually parted with paws dangling between his thighs. Jonty was suddenly aware that he had never gotten any of their names and a cool shiver thrilled down his spine.

Ignorant to his friend's watchful eyes, the zebra leaned over and rested the palm of his paw, too casually to be accidental, on Jonty's thigh. The horse's skin jumped, twitching in that way that only equines seemed able to master, and he struggled to sit still, paws curling into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. His heart raced, pounding like the beat of a drum to which he could not dance to, and he let out a gasp as the zebra started to stroke his leg gently, allowing the very tips of his fingers to caress his new `friend's' coat.

To Jonty's embarrassment, his cock slipped from its sheath, swelling into the little space allowed his tight, fitted shorts. He whickered nervously, wondering whether he should get up and leave, half-rising, though an appreciative murr from the zebra's lips steadied his nerve. The zebra shook his head and, cautiously, Jonty reclaimed his seat, heart pounding with such force that every beat was uncomfortable, on the edge of pain. Just what was going on?

``Easy there, horse,'' the zebra grinned. ``We're not going to do anything to you that you don't want. But you got hard there so quickly for us, it would be a shame to not appreciate a fine, studly colt now, wouldn't it? You came here just for us, didn't you?''

``I...I didn't mean to...''

Jonty blushed, his coltish demeanour vanishing at the paws of the larger, stronger male. Oh, it was so good to be touched, it had been too long. Glancing back, he whinnied, the whites of his eyes showing, as he caught sight of the crocodile, thick cock in one paw. The reptile parted his jaws and hissed, a roiling, thunderous sound that made Jonty quiver down to his hooves, eyes transfixed upon that massive rod of flesh, a bulbous white head gleaming with pre cum.

``You don't seem to mind the attention anyway.'' The zebra's paw travelled higher, teasing over the shape of Jonty's cock, fat shaft showing through his shorts. ``Think we're lucky we ran into you, horse... Very lucky indeed.''

Jonty huffed and tipped his head back, squirming.

``Ah...you are?''

``Yes.''

It was the lion who answered, rubbing the back of his paw over the growing bulge in his swim trunks, a low yowl curling from his black tinted lips, rimming a maw crammed with sharp teeth. Once composed enough to talk, he bared those teeth in a grin.

``We've been looking for a new slut to use after practice.''

``Slut?'' Jonty stiffened, ears flattening to his skull. ``I am not a slut.''

``Really?'' The zebra tilted his head. ``Because you seem to be rather enjoying this right now. Bet you want a nice, thick cock under your tail, don't you? You want a real stud to mount you, make you sore, fuck you.''

``No, I don't...'' Jonty whinnied, though his protest was weak. ``I don't have guys fuck me. That's what I do. I'm not a bottom.''

There was no sense of conviction in his words and his statements rang deliciously false in the thick, dry heat. The four companions seemed to cast a spell over him as he looked from one to another, coming to unspoken agreement. He wriggled on the bench, heat rushing to his cheeks as his cock engorged further, the head straining at the waistband of his shorts, threatening to break free. Damn his sheath! It put the fucking thing in just the right position to threaten his decency! Not that he had much decency left when other furs were working themselves up around him, taking advantage of their timely privacy.

Oh, he wanted them: he didn't have to question that for even a heartbeat. Only Jonty was not one to make the first move. He had to be told. Whining, he looked between them, eyes wide and plaintive as his cock throbbed and his ears slipped to the sides submissively.

``We'll set you right, horse, don't you fret,'' the wolf slipped off the middle bench, standing before the Jonty with his canine cock out. ``Why don't you put those lips to good use, hm?''

End preview.

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Personal Training

``So! You're here for a personal training session.''

The lithe otter gulped and stood up straighter, shifting from hind paw to paw. He had little to no muscle - typical of otters - and his brown eyes darted fervently from left to right as if keeping track of any and all possible exits. He would not want to be trapped, despite voluntarily taking himself to the gym. It was a scary environment to a little fur, after all, with clanging weights and grunting lifters, sprinters puffing on the treadmills. The otter licked his lips, chest rising and falling too quickly for him to be relaxed.

Dressed in black gym shorts with a white, vertical stripe and a plain green t-shirt, he could have fitted in easily to the strength and body building focused gym. There were smaller types, slimmer furs, there working on sports fitness and the group included several otters competing in swimming. To him, however, the clothing was uncomfortable and he tugged at the waistband of his shorts, scrambling for the courage to speak up as he had said he would. He'd made himself a promise.

``Y-yes, I am,'' he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the bull behind the desk. ``I'm here to sign up. Today. Well...now.''

The black bull studied him with a jauntily angled muzzle as his moist nostrils flared and he pushed a clipboard across the desk to the otter. Picking up the pen with a paw that trembled faintly, he signed his name with a flourish, lifting the tail on the end of the `y' in a flirty flick. Tilting his head to read upside down, the bull's lips twitched and he flicked his ropey tail against the counter with a thwack that made the otter jump, eyes wide.

``Ronny, it is then. You been here before?''

The otter shook his head, scuffing the sole of one brand new trainer over the toe of the other.

``Nope... First time.''

``You been to a gym before?'' He pressed.

``Daily Exercise, just that one.''

The otter flushed, wondering if his choice of gym was going to be judged, but the bull made no comment, though he did raise an eyebrow.

``And what name do you prefer to go by? Ronny? Ronald?''

Swallowing, the otter smiled sheepishly.

``Ronny is fine, most people call me that.''

Feeling the otter start to come out of his shell, the bull smiled and kindly offered him his paw to snake, licking his moist nose with a very pink tongue.

``Awesome. Name's Cormac. Shall we get started?''

Nodding, Ronny chanced a smile and followed the bull with his eyes as the larger male stepped around the counter, leaving a frowning lion to take care of the desk. Cormac scratched his thick neck and surreptitiously looked the otter up and down, taking his measure out of the corner of his eye.

Before they leapt into something beyond what the otter was looking for, Cormac paused by the elliptical machines - of which there were only two - both of which were unoccupied.

``So, what's your goal here?'' He questioned, fingers tucked into his pockets as he rocked back on his cloven hooves.

Pursing his lips, Ronny's gaze slid to the left as he considered the question, wondering what exactly he was doing in the gym in the first place.

``Just general fitness,'' Ronny coughed, looking down at the padded floor, which was covered from wall to wall in Olympic matting. ``It's a New Year's resolution kind of thing.''

Cormac tried not to smirk, brown eyes widening just a fraction as he swallowed a smart retort that would not have been wise around clientele

``Well, we get a few of those in here,'' the bull acknowledged with a barely perceptible roll of his eyes that he kindly hid from Ronny. ``It'll take a lot of hard work and it won't happen overnight but you shouldn't be discouraged by that.''

``It takes a long time...'' Ronny sighed and looked down, twisting his paws together. ``What if nothing happens?''

``What do you mean by that?''

``I like to see changes,'' he said simply. ``I work in IT and, if there are any bugs, I like to iron them out. Everything has to be right.''

Ears flicking amongst the clamour of metal on metal and grunts of males and females alike working out in the gym, the bull edged closer. He expected the typical New Year's resolutioner that wanted to either be buff in no time - drugs or enhancements non-optional - or `tone up a little', as the saying went. There was something different about this one, however, a real edge that perked Cormac's interest more than the daft antics of most newbies. Though Ronny's nose twitched distastefully at the clean scent of sweat emanating through the gym, Cormac figured that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to train the shy otter.

Every fur had a weakness. Or a motivating point.

``Let's get you started on a fun routine for general fitness then,'' Cormac said, folding his arms across his broad chest, gym branded shirt straining over muscle. ``Hop up on the elliptical, one foot on each side.''

Awkwardly, the otter nodded and jumped up on the large, flat pedals, one for each of his hind paws. His rudder swung and slapped the backs of his thighs as the paw rests moved and he reached for the rods for his forepaws instinctively, feeling safer with something to hold on to.

``A good way to get yourself in the zone is to start with some light cardio,'' Cormac explained as the otter slowly started to work on the elliptical, cautiously at first and then with increasing confidence. ``It won't be your whole session but it's good to get yourself into a rhythm and it's easy to start off, not threatening.''

Though his stride was short and choppy, the otter settled into a light jog. As the elliptical did not move a fixed distance like some machines, the amount of pressure he put on the paw pads allowed him to lengthen or shorten his stride to whatever was comfortable without putting undue strain on his body. Cormac's eyes roamed his body as the otter found his stride, stepping out more confidently even as his eyes darted around the gym, passing over each and every single gym client in sight. The bull frowned, darker lips turning down at the corners. Not a single fur had their eyes on the otter, no matter what his nerves or whatever it was told him.

Time to regain his focus.

``Let's dial it up a notch, shall we? You're breezing your way through this.''

Perhaps a higher intensity would better claim the otter's attention. Tapping the machine twice, Cormac increased the resistance, forcing Ronny to work harder. Looking straight ahead of him, the otter opened his mouth and panted softly, the pulse monitor built into the handles of the machine tracking its subsequent increase. The bull studied him, fingers curled around the underside of his jaw. Interesting.

``You don't like thinking that other people are watching you, hm?''

The otter flushed and shook his head, deigning to answer verbally as his heart pounded, muscles complaining as they were forced to complete a motion at an intensity that his body was not used to.

``Don't you swim?'' Cormac probed. ``Sorry if that's a bit of a generalisation but you are an otter.''

The otter huffed for breath, paws sweaty on the handles of the elliptical as he pedalled. His pace was great enough that it had become difficult for a relatively unfit fur to talk and pedal, lungs working hard.

``Yeah...'' He swallowed loudly, muzzle tipping back to show the pulse in his throat as he struggled to talk and pedal at the same time. ``It's...different. In the...water. No...stress. Just fun.''

Cormac nodded, though he wondered what was so different about swimming. It was exercise too, wasn't it? And the otter would wear less clothing to go to the pool to swim. It didn't make sense but it didn't have to make sense for him to be able to work with his new client. And if wandering eyes were such a problem, Cormac had one solution to try. It was all a process of trial and error with new clients anyway.

The bull only thought this method may be more entertaining for the two of them.

``All right, enough of that,'' the bull instructed, tapping the side of the machine to draw Ronny's attention. ``Slow it down yourself.''

Bobbing his small muzzle, Ronny obligingly slowed his steps, dialling down the intensity until he could have been walking with a relaxed, if unusual, stride, arms swinging along with the handles of the elliptical. When he stood still, only rocking slightly back and forth, he looked to the bull for guidance, eyes dropping and then darting up against guiltily. He couldn't look at any of the other gym patrons, even though a curious gazelle cast him a look for standing on the machine rather than using it. Cormac smiled, catching the otter's stare: bingo.

``Right, hop off, we're going somewhere different.''

Cormac turned on his heel and beckoned the otter to follow him with a casual flip of his paw, rump curved through the fabric of his jogging bottoms. It was good to be able to wear comfortable clothes at the gym, he thought, as he glanced back just the once to check that Ronny was following him. Time to play to the otter's liking, as it were.

``I'm using the small room, okay?'' He called down to the front desk, striding away without waiting for a response.

Ronny trotted to catch up, trainers slapping the floor, and grumbled at the light ache already tingling through his legs. Swimming was never that difficult! Spreading the energy for swimming across his whole body and, as an otter, he was naturally turned to it. It was easy for him, as little as he did enjoy the pool these days. His eyes would wander as much as he feared there would be other eyes on him. Swallowing, he trailed his gaze down his personal trainer's back to where his tail swung with the motion of his body. The bull's arse was impossible to ignore and Ronny could only imagine the years of work that had gone into such a physique.

He blushed, finding it ironic that, though he did not enjoy having eyes upon him, he looked more than was strictly polite. It was an odd conundrum and one that he had berated himself for many, many times. Still, he could not bring himself to drag his gaze away from the bull's tight rump and the hypnotic swing of his tail. He wondered what that backside would feel like under his paw...

Ronny gulped, rubbing his throat, and pushed the thoughts from his mind. Those ideas were not why he was in the gym.

Taking Ronny through a room set with half racks and barbells, the bull continued on to a door set in the side of the main room. The room was simply set up with Olympic matting on the floor with enough space for a fur to complete a variety of exercises in relative solitude. There were no windows and a small stereo was seated in the corner of the room, ready for use. A single barbell leaned against the far wall with a variety of weight plates racked neatly on a stand, demonstrating that the room was mainly for use with free weight. Not a single, comforting machine was in sight.

Closing the door, Ronny took in the room.

``Why are we in here?'' He asked, eyes rising to the pull up bar set a little distance up, bolted into opposite walls. ``What about the other stuff?''

``It's a little more private,'' Cormac said, evading the direct question he best he could in the moment: it would not do to give too much away right up front. ``You don't like other people looking at you, right? Isn't that why you're acting like a cornered fur at gunpoint.''

The otter heaved a sigh and nodded, looking down at the floor. The grey matting was flecked with flakes of black, drawing the eye from spot to spot as if it would never quite settle.

``No, I don't, but I guess that much is obvious if you picked up on it already. Sorry.''

Cormac clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head, smile as broad as ever.

``Don't be sorry! Now, let us be on with it, there's no sense in holding off your session any longer. You want to get the full service we provide, of course.''

Ronny gave the tiniest of smiles and nodded, standing to attention as the bull slid a ten kilo plate on to each end of the barbell.

``This should be easy enough for you,'' he said, stepping away without adding clamps to keep the plates in place. ``Don't worry about the weight, I just want to run you through a standard barbell row. It's a training bar, so more flexible than the Olympic bars...''

Ronny nodded, eyes glazing over as he strove to mentally log every scrap of information he was given, though much of it went over the poor otter's head. He smiled in a way that he hoped conveyed that he understood at least enough of the bull's words and, under direction, stepped up to the barbell, sliding his hips back and back and back so that his body was low enough to collect the bar from the ground. It was raised high enough by the plates that he could take it in an overhand grip, bending his legs to slip down comfortably low.

In a true Pendlay row, he took the weight in his paws and Cormac touched the middle of his back, reminding him to keep it flat and steady, as the otter pulled the weight towards his body, triceps pointing up. The bar wobbled and the otter's muzzle twisted in concentration as he lowered it to the padded floor again, only to lift it in a smoother, cleaner motion under the bull's encouragement. A plate slipped and Ronny muttered his annoyance under his breath, though his words did not yet curl into a curse. Cormac smoothed over his frown and moved in to assist.

``Right, a bit wonky but you're using the right muscles,''

Guiding him through a series of light exercises, using the barbell and neatly racked dumbbells from the corner of the room, the bull smiled, his eyes warming to the otter's determination. Without curious eyes on him, or the implication of such, he took willingly to Cormac's education until every muscle in his body was slick and warm, moving freely and ready to work. The bull flicked his tail and scratched the underside of his jaw, blunt finger-hooves rasping through the short stubble there.

``I think we'll have you started on a basic squat now, with weight,'' he said in reference to the bodyweight squats he had run the otter through to warm-up, a portion of their time already disappeared. ``We have no squat rack in here, so I'll lend a paw. Stand up.''

Removing the weight from the bar, Cormac easily lifted it up to the level of the shorter otter's shoulders and showed him how to rest it on his traps, paws curling comfortably around cool metal. At ten kilos - or so Cormac had told him - it didn't feel like he had any weight there at all and he more confidently than earlier dropped into a low squat, going past the point where his thighs would have been parallel. Back flat and steady, he rose cleanly and continued the motion for a full, simple set of ten repetitions. The bull rolled his shoulders backwards.

``Too easy, more weight for that one, otter.''

Removing the bar from Ronny's paws, Cormac quickly slid two weight plates on to either end of the bar - something to provide his trainee with a greater challenge, lest he become complacent. Besides, the bull thought as he concealed his smirk with a meticulously painted on smile, he wanted to have to step in to help the otter. That was part of the plan, the deal.

With greater weight on the bar, Ronny found himself struggling as he dropped his body into the first squat. The bull eased in, palms beneath the bar to guide it as he spread his legs, not taking the weight from the otter but giving him the confidence he needed in order to rise through the lift, if lacking his original steadiness. As he supported the otter, Cormac shifted closer, crotch brushing against the seat of Ronny's gym trousers. The otter jerked, bar swaying.

``What are you doing?''

The otter squeaked, hips rocking back away from the bull's abdomen as if he had been stung. Blinking with false innocence, the bull flicked his tail and lowered a paw to the otter's hip, shifting his rump further back in the semblance of adjusting his form a little too intimately for comfort. Ronny's heart raced, blood roaring in his ears.

``Encouragement.''

Cormac grinned, dropping the otter a conspirator's wink as he followed Ronny, tail thumping lightly against the otter's leg. Trembling, the otter bent forward at his hips and pushed his body through the exercise again, barbell supported across the tops of his shoulders. The near sexual nature of the exercised was emphasised as he pushed his rump back, hinging at the hips, yet he did not put the barbell down or demand that Cormac give him more space. Ronny's blood sang as the bull closed in even further, body moving fluidly with his so that his form was supported and not interrupted in the slightest.

``Is this private enough for you, Ronny?'' The bull breathed in his ear, breath a hot wash across the otter's coat. ``No eyes on you here... Just mine.''

The otter squeaked, rudder slapping Cormac's thigh and completed a shaky eighth rep, form juddering. Taking the bar from the otter, Cormac set it down as the otter took a brief break, heart thudding so hard that he feared it would burst right out of his chest to continue beating on the mats. His respite was short lived, however, and the barbell was soon resting across his traps again with the larger, stronger bull easing in closer than ever to him. Sweat dampening a line across his brow, the otter surprised himself with a grunt as he sank lower, the bull murmuring his approval in his ear.

``Excellent... One more set. Ten reps. Go.''

He didn't need to raise his voice for Ronny to take note and the otter looked straight ahead as he pushed, doing his best to ignore the bulge grinding into his rump. The bull had to know what he was doing! It had to be intentional. Blood roared in Ronny's ears as he forced his body through the motion, air ripping from his lungs as he fought to control his breath. And all while the bull's blunt fingertips were there supporting the bar ever so slightly as his form steadied his position, crotch pushing Ronny's thick tail aside.

There could be no accident about it.

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