Ever since Richard’s local gym switched to a twenty-four hours place to compete with other ones nearby, he had started going later in the night. He liked the darker hours for a multitude of reasons, such as never having to compete with others over who got to use which weights or waiting to use a bench.  Now he could just stroll over to the set and pick them up freely, or at most ask the one or two other guys there if they’d be willing to share (and that of course was if they were using his size weights), and wonder over to his own little area to buff up. 
Yet that was not the main reason the lion made the switch. Actually, the reason he preferred the later hours was because he could work out in peace. No longer did he have all these young girls gasping and eyeing him whenever he went to lift, nor did he have to turn one of the more forward ones down when they came over to compliment him and ask him out on a date. Now it was just him and the weights, the workout and the payoff, and of course the gain for all his muscular stain. 
So it really was not that weird of him to be there at one or two in the morning anymore, lifting a bar and counting out his reps between breaths. In fact, everything there had become second nature to him at this point. The quiet atmosphere, since they turned off the music around nine, and the almost deadness in the air, minus his harsh breathing and panting. Except there was one other new thing he had noticed too…
“Hey Rich!” shouted a voice from across the room. 
The lion put the barbell back on the rack and sat up from the bench, looking at the red and white African antelope that had just entered the room. “Hey Trey,” he said with a suppressed growl.
For about a month now, he had started to notice the skinny, little antelope coming to the gym. At first, the lion that maybe he was trying to do his New Year’s resolution; and while the lion found this kid’s enthusiasm enlightening, most of the other New Year’s furs had already dropped out or given up. More importantly, if they were still coming in, they definitely were not showing up past midnight. No, the others would be there around five-thirty or six in the afternoon, working with a trainer to try and lose those Holiday humps they had put in their six pack (if they even had tone stomach before). So of course, the lion was a bit suspicious as to why he was still coming in and at such a ridiculous hour. He watched with a predator’s gaze as the little antelope waved at him before turning around and getting on one of the treadmills. 
The antelope bent over, trying his best to touch his front hoofs as that little teardrop of a tail waved back and forth. “Having a good night I hope!”
The lion rolled his eyes, getting up from the bench and grabbing some dumbbells. “Yup, just trying to break a sweat before I pass out for the night.” When he turned back, the antelope was looking his way, though standing on one foot. “So you doing your usual routine of running and then some weights?”
Trey switched legs, looking up with a smile. “Pretty much. I mean, I figure I’ve got the flow down for the workout, so why break it?” The younger buck let go of his leg and then used his arms to sort of stretch out his stomach and back a bit. “Anyway, keep up the good work I suppose!”
The lion huffed a bit as he sat back down on the bench before sarcastically grunting, “You too.” Looking down at the weights in his paws, he wondered if the little antelope could even lift one of them with both of his muscles. For some reason that pumped him up, made him feel even stronger as he through about that kid getting all girly watching him, though maybe that was just his predator instincts kicking in again.
But the thought tickled him into a  smile, tightening his grip on both weights before looking up at the hooved boy running on the treadmill. Keeping his gaze still on that kid, the feline started doing his set with a newly found vigor. It was like this dominant potential he had never tapped into before, just wanting to be better than another male, and a young, leaf eater was like icing on the cake. By the end of the set, which seemed easier than ever, he thought that maybe having this kid around would not be so bad.
Rich put the weights back in their place and grabbed the next size up, feeling them in his grip before returning to his bench. He put them down on either side and took a drink from his water bottle, a brief break between reps, but his eyes instantly returned to that antelope’s body. He watched those lithe, slightly developed muscles move as the kid ran on the treadmill, his own instincts sort of kicking in as he felt his blood boil. He took another drink  to cool off. Even at the end of his little break when he put the bottle back down and lifted the weights, his eyes never left the frame of the herbivore.  
Again for this set and the next one, he felt the blood pumping through his veins with a new surge of energy, though at least this time the weights felt heavy and harder to pull up closer to the end. The lion breathed out heavily, pushing through the last painful struggle until his arms felt dead and the full pull was complete before slowly letting each arm drop.
The weights were set down softly on the carpeted floor as his eyes drifted away for the first time since he started. Closing his eyes and falling backwards, the big cat just rested. He thought back to the last time he had felt so pumped up that he took a size up in the weights, a task that brought him back several months if not a whole year ago. And then there was that other feeling too, that primal rage inside of him to keep going, that push like his heart was on fire and his lungs needed to breathe a bit faster to keep up. The rush of the moment took him by surprise, but when the thought finally occurred to him, it was too late. The lion was getting turned on.
Sitting up slowly, he looked over at the antelope, the other mammal still looking away as he trotted on the treadmill. With a quick rush and a lot of embarrassment, the feline reached down and rearranged himself so that his filling sheath would show a bit less obviously through his shorts.. Yet even now he started to think about how nice of an ass the antelope had, watching as those perfect mounds moved inside those runner’s bottoms that were clearly too tight.
He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts from his mind before getting up to trade the weights on the rack. “You’re here to work out,” the lion quietly mouthed under his breath, “not hook-up with some random kid.” Walking back to his water bottle with the new weights in each paw, he set them down on the floor and changed the position of the bench so that he would be at an angle. He also took the time to make sure it was facing towards the mirrors instead of the antelope.
Starting his next set, the big cat tried to focus more on his routine than the tight shorts he had been watching earlier. He managed, though his mind still wandered a little every now and then and his plump sheath  never seemed to die down, but still he managed. Breathing a sigh of relief, the cat only had one more exercise to go. Then he could hit the showers, maybe play a bit in there, and go home feeling clean.
Rich put the weights back and went back over to where he had been lifting the barbell earlier. Sliding on a new set of weights and positioning himself underneath, he breathed in and put both paws on the metal.
“Do you need a spotter?” The voice broke his concentration easily, and he was still so disrupted from his routine from earlier that he only paused as if dumbfounded to the question. “I’ll spot for you, okay?”
What appeared right above his head was the antelope’s crotch in those tight, black shorts. Rich didn’t have to image much; he could see almost every detail from sheath to balls right in front of him. He tried not to stare for too long, though his eyes did obviously linger, before glancing up towards the hooved kid’s face. “Sure.” Lifting the bar, he tried staring straight up as he pushed with all his might.
“One.” The voice was distracting, but not in an obnoxious way.  Instead, the lion found the words distracting only because they pulled him away from his workout and back towards that face, as well as back towards that crotch. He smirked and breathed in before pushing up again.
“Two.” He tried to ignore him, even if the lithe guy was getting his blood pumped. 
“Three.” There was just something about that antelope that turned him on. 
“Four.” Was he slowly lowering his voice, trying to make it a bit more seductive with each number?
“Five.” It was hard to tell, but that time he definitely nudged with his crotch and Rich couldn’t help but blush.
“Six.” His voice was definitely getting a bit more feminine each time, a bit more seductive.
“Seven.” And now he had his paws on his hips… and were his thumbs hooked into his shorts?
“Eight.” This couldn’t be happening, because the kid couldn’t be actually trying something on him could he?
“Nine.” He looked away, but there was a distinctive snap of the tight top band of fabric. His eyes went right back to see those thumbs definitely inside the shorts this time and pulling on them now.
“Ten.” And the kid pulled them down to reveal the fuzzy, blonde hairs of his sheath.
Then there was silence, the big cat holding up the weights as if he was lifting air. His eyes, of course, were transfixed on the other male’s sex, unable to move even if he wanted to. So he just watched as the shorts slowly went lower, exposing the antelope’s balls and then on down past his striped thighs.
The kid moved forward, which caused Rich to remember he was holding a weight as he pulled the pounds back to his chest, until finally he was only a breath away from the herbivores family jewels. He breathed in slowly the other male’s musk, which was probably extra strong after his run. And the weights on his chest made him feel as if he already had another body on top of him. Without intention, the cat let go a long and loud purr.
Trey blushed, though the feline wouldn’t be able to see if at this vantage point. “So you do like other men.” He said the words while feeling his own sheath starting to fill-out. “I was beginning to wonder when I saw you a couple months back shooing away the ladies. And such a handsome lion too!”
The cat gulped, closing his eyes as his little secret was out. Yeah, he was gay and, yeah, he kind of had a thing for other men, but that really wasn’t the full reason he switched to night time work outs. He didn’t really get too much time to respond though, as a pair of nice, full, and well sized nuts were pushed against his maw.
He breathed in deeply before letting his tongue out to taste them, his head spinning a bit at the excitement of it all. He could not remember the last time he had been in this position, nor the last time he had pursued another male. It felt amazing, almost new all over again, and that kept his blood pumping just as much as the workout before. And then he felt paws running through his mane, tugging gentle before brushing behind his ears and scritching. His tail flicked happily to that, the little brush popping up from one side of the bench.
The antelope breathed in excitement as he felt that rough tongue against his sack, his nuts pulling up a bit against him in just the thrill of having a predator lick him there. Sure, intelligent furs didn’t eat each other anymore (without consent), but there was still something about having such a dangerous mouth so close to a most tender part of his body. His knees started to wobble almost instantly at the thought, bracing himself on either side of the bulky lion as he whimpered.
The cat continued to run his tongue up each nut, licking them clean of all the sweaty musk that had formed when he ran on the treadmill. It tasted as good as i had smelled, his senses going wild as he felt his own cock throb at the very thought. He even sucked and nipped a bit on that sack, playing with the hairs at the end before smoothing them out in a way only a cat could tongue bathe fur. Rich let his mouth muscle push a bit further, exercising them back across the taunt as he stretched as far as possible.
Each lap from his tongue worked, pulling Trey in a bit farther over the bench as he went with the flow. In fact, the kid didn’t stop until he was up against the bar already on the lion’s chest and unable to easily move any further. He cried softly and kept his eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling as that tongue pushed back and nearly touched his sphincter, enticing him more and more as his muscles clenched and his knees quaked. He tried going just a bit farther forward, pushing on the weights the lion was still holding onto.
It didn’t work. Instead, the tongue stopped lapping and the feline pushed back. The feeling of two bodies on top of him had snapped the big cat out of his trance, reminding him of where he was and what he was doing. “Hey, hey, hey now. Come on, get up boy.” He pushed the antelope back to his legs and put the bar back in its position before sitting up.
Rich rubbed his eyes before leaving his paw in each paw as he thought over everything that had just happened. He felt unsure where to begin, how to tell the other male that they needed to stop even though his body was telling him differently. “Listen, son,” he started in his normal gruff voice, “this ain’t the kind of thing I want to be doing here.” Slowly, he let his paws drop as he looked around the room, his senses tingling as he become more aware to the surroundings again.
The young buck pulled up his shorts with a blush. “I know,” he said, almost in a whisper. “I just kind of saw you a while back and…” The antelope paused for a second, the tension already in his voice causing his lower jaw to slightly quiver, “well, got to wondering.” Trey waited patiently for a response, his free paws running along the barbell a few times as he felt the cold metal. “Besides, I didn’t think we would get caught. No one is here after midnight except the guy at the front counter.”
He watched as the lion turned around, disappointment and embarrassment still easily visible across his golden muzzle. He even caught sight of the fluffy end to the lion’s tail flick in annoyance. 
“I just was pretty sure we wouldn’t get caught.” His eyes dropped to the floor while the paw touching the bar went limp. He felt terrible, sniffling a bit under his nose before taking a few steps towards the door. “Sorry.”
What had been mostly embarrassment for the big cat suddenly turned to shame and disgust at himself, his eyes trailing back towards the other mammal’s backside as he watched that ass walking away. Rich leaned back on the bench for a bit, as he closed his eyes, trying to tell himself he had done the right thing. Somewhere deep inside he knew he hadn’t.
He laid back on the bench and looked up at the white ceiling above, listening to the quiet air in the room that only broke when the door on the far side opened and slammed close. “Fuck.” The word felt heavy, his eyes closing to listen to the beating of his own heart. His blood was still pumping, his head was still in a rush, and he was questioning if he had made the right choice.
As quickly as the previous decision had come to push the antelope away, he knew what he had to do this time. Sitting back up, he grabbed his water bottle and took a large gulp of the fluid. It cleared the taste from his mouth, refreshing him and re-energizing his muscles to stand up. He got to his feet, grabbing the towel he had taken to pat down the sweat from when he had first arrived, and followed the antelope towards the locker room door.
He didn’t have to spend very long searching through the rows of lockers to find the kid, the sound of the antelope’s sniffling had echoed off the walls as much as the clip-clop of his hind-leg hooves. The feline snuck up, peaking around corners until he spotted the lithe body sitting on a bench, staring at the grey locker in front of him with a depressed and lonely face. Slowly he pushed his head around the corner.
Trey almost instantly looked over as that fire-red muzzle appeared out of nowhere. “I swear; I won’t come onto you again.” The words did little to stop the lion moving forward, though. “Honestly, I’ll even stop coming around at this time of night and just go running earlier in the day.”
Richard sighed as he watched the kid backing away, his paws grabbing onto one of those slender legs. “Just shut up kid,” he commanded before pulling the antelope over and pushing his muzzle right up against the other mammal’s own.
And just like that, the beginning of a terrified scream was muffled by a set of lips pressed right up against the buck’s own. He shivered for a second as one paw braced behind his back and felt that rough, feline tongue suddenly invading his own maw, but by the time the paw that had pulled him over was resting firmly on the back of his head, his body has softened again.
They traced tongues across one another, not really wrestling instead each other’s mouths but rather exploring the moment as the much more dominant predator tasted past the lips of his submissive prey. And he did, his muscular and flexible tongue pushed around and touched each of the antelope’s flat teeth and swirled across his gums before diving deep back and curling around the other tongue.
Meanwhile, his paws took their time to do their own sort of exploration, or the best that they could while holding the jello-like body of the antelope. He kneaded and pushed around Trey’s back, feeling the shape of his slender body and curves under the thin piece of gym clothing. He ran his rough paw pads across ribs and tender flesh, down towards the center of the other male’s back as though measuring the kid with his touch. His other paw, which firmly held their kiss together, dug claws gently into the back of the antelope’s head, scratching almost tenderly through the short hairs and massaging his upper neck.
All these touching mellowed out the male in his grasp, his prey's own paws limp next to his body as he quietly meeped into the kiss. He turned soft and tender, melting like butter in a heated dish as he breathed gently and let the lion have his way, which was perfect for what the feline had planned. 
He worked his free paw lower, carefully shifting the weight from one to the other while not disturbing their kiss. Soon there wasn't a paw on the back of the antelope's long head, the digits having molded and massaged their way down to the base of his neck to his upper back. He rested there while his other paw ventured lower.
Like a knife cooperated with a fork, he twisted his muzzle the other way while his paw went from the lower curve of the male's back to his side. He pushed his tongue back in, purring deeply to distract the kid as his thick fingers groped and rubbed along his tender obliques. As his tongue dove back in deep, his paw went lower until he was touching just at the crest of the kid's sex. But the buck was becoming more animated with this touching, and Richard wanted to remind him who was the more dominant one here. He waited until the antelope's chest filled with air before breaking the kiss and diving straight for his neck. 
It was a well-placed love bite, strong enough to send shivers of fear into the other male but not enough to break skin. A shiver rocked down Trey's spine violently as he felt the sharp teeth against his neck, yet the kid had failed to notice the paw that now rested in his tight shorts, grasping his sex.
And that was exactly what the big cat had hoped for. His jaw held on tightly to that neck in what would have been a deadly grip while forcing his own body up against the younger mammal. But he was experienced and well controlled, slowly lowering them both down until the kid was lying flat on the hard, wooden bench. He wasn't thinking about how the kid felt lying on that, for his own paw was running along the length of another piece of hard wood.
The lion let go of his grip on the other male, licking tenderly where his teeth had just been to soothe and smooth out the short hairs on his neck. He purred loudly now, unafraid as he looked down at the sheepish face on the antelope's long muzzle. His tail flicked mischievously behind him. "Now you're going to do as I command and say nothing at all, is that clear, son?"
As the last word was spoken, Trey felt a hard tug on his rock-hard member that caused him to whimper. He nodded while breathing in, letting the situation wash over him as the more dominant male smirked back with a demonic smile. For only a couple of seconds, the younger male wondered what he had gotten himself involved in, but that all dissolved as that paw tugged on his cock once again. He closed his eyes.
Two paws worked the antelope's thin shirt off and nearly tore his running shorts free, leaving the kid naked on the bench as the lion let his paws rummage through the soft fur for the first time without restriction. He ran them, claws extended, down from the top of the kid’s chest, across his breasts, and to the edge of his abdomen. They left red track marks under the fur, visible on this mellow-white side of the antelope, before rushing back up to repeat the process. Richard noted these trails on the skin, only to seriously note, "If you didn't want scratches, you probably shouldn't have asked to get fucked by a cat."
He ended his sentence by leaning over, licking along the raked, short, and blonde fur of the animal before him. His tongue left tufts pushed upright in the wrong direction at certain patches, but as the rough side lapped slowly downward, other patches fell perfectly into place. This amused the lion, almost as much as the taste the kid left in his mouth, and continued to boil his blood.
The kid started squirming as his mouth dipped lower, his lips touching the antelope's stomach while whiskers scratched at either side. He put a paw up on Trey's chest, holding him still as he went lower. Finally, he arrived at the end of his trip, the view of the buck's long, pink cock fully exposed from the end of his fuzzy sheath.
Trey kept his eyes shut but breathed in deeply as that rough tongue first touched his prick, dragging almost too slow from the very base to the very tip. His own paws gripped either side of the bench beneath him, holding on for support as much as to hold tight with each purposeful, and tender touch. And they held, knuckles on each paw turning white as he breathed out to the feeling of that tongue tracing along his length once more.
For a while, the lion enjoyed this pose, licking up the clear strings of pre that had formed and drizzled down the side of that cock like a nice glazing on a piece of meat, but even that wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger. With one final lick, he suckled on the tip while moving his own body out of the way so his free paw could push one of the kid's thigh's open. With that, his muzzle started kissing around that piece of meat until he was in between those legs.
He was purring loudly again, his tail flicking with more anticipation as he remembered those soft, plump nuts from before. "It's not often you find a kid with such a great package," he whispered, though even in the quiet locker room it was too silent for the antelope to hear. He let his muzzle dip in and kiss first one, then the other before laying a nice lick to each. The feline took his time, soaking the longer hairs on the male's testicles with his saliva before sucking one into his mouth and tasting it in full. He looked up, watching as the kid's breath's quickened when his nut was suddenly between such a sharp set of teeth.
Richard could only imagine what that felt like, having something so important and tender so close to danger and yet so exciting. He knew the kid most love it, or else he wouldn't be so willing to let the large cat play so close to his family jewels. But for him, there was a different thrill of being able to cause so much damage with one mess-up, knowing there was a power in his current position. He was the dominant one here, the one in complete control, and he exercised the limits of that with precision. His teeth dragged ever so lightly across that tender flesh, his tongue pulling on the nut towards the back of his throat, and then letting go.
See, the fun of the thrill is in the torture of knowing it might happen, not in it happening. It's similar to hopping on a roller coaster, catching an untamable wave on the ocean, or the feeling when you first jump out of the plane. The dangerous ride gets your body high, but when you live it sends your brain into a sense of ecstasy. He could see that feeling in the antelope's breathing, in the way he whimpered with each delicate touch, and with the oozing pre dripping off of his tip and onto his stomach. And in himself, he felt it with his dominance as well as in his soaked shorts. The cat repeated the process with the other orb.
As he played with that second nut, the paw that had been holding down the buck's chest gently played with only the very tip of his cock, rubbing and picking up the gentle stream of pre until his whole paw was fairly slick. He then let it slide down the length, feeling as the member tensed with joy as he neared the base before fully leaving the kid's body. He used his other paw, which was still gently massaging Trey's thigh, and started to lift his ass up. With his thumb's pad, he started rubbing at that tight, quivering tailhole, glazing it over with the other juices on his paw while matting down fur on the antelope's butt.
The other nut popped free from his maw, the sound echoing in the room, but he paid no attention to that. The lion's muzzle dove right back in and gently kissed down the young mammal's taint, slowly working his way lower as his paws lifted that ass up into the air. He didn’t know it, but when his lips were finally able to kiss that tight pucker, he had put the buck’s cock above his own muzzle to drool down on his face.
The feline kissed that pucker softly first before letting his tongue lap along the outside. The musk and scent was thick here, having still never really been clean from before. He savored this taste and soaked his nostrils in the smell as his cold nose pressed against that taint. He could hear the antelope whimpering as he pressed his face between those two spread mounds, but with a flick of his tail the lion ignored those reactions and went at his own pace. Diving back in, his muzzle pressed up against that hole as he let the broad side of his tongue trail from the base of that fuzzy tail up past the hole.
The flavor was divine, and he had to pull back for a moment just to admire how lovely this kid’s ass really was. With both paws on either cheek, he pulled on those tight muscles and watched as that pucker winked at him. Cracking a smile, he pushed the mounds together again before pulling them apart. “I’ve got to say, there’s something to be said about a guy with a nice, well-toned ass.” He watched the tail flick back and forth in a little wag to his comment before diving back in and pushing his tongue against that entrance.
It resisted, they always did, as he applied pressure with his rough mouth muscle. But the point of him licking back there wasn’t really to push inside at all, more to taste what was to be had and get a little bit of lube all over the place for later fun. So he teased that hole, pressing around the rim and really playing with those clenched-tight muscles, maybe even spelling out the alphabet as he went.
After the flavor was gone, the musk all but licked up, was when the lion pulled back again and looked at that ass. He pulled those cheeks apart once more, letting his paws move towards the center, and using the claws on his index fingers he managed to push one in and wiggle it around. That earned him a gasp, and as he pressed inside and felt the pleasure knot, he only gave the antelope a taste of what was to come. “Don’t worry, this is only to get you use to it.”
Pulling his paw back, he spat at the hole before rubbing the lips again with his paw pad. This time he pushed right in without his claws needing to extend, though the buck still gasped. He worked his digit around inside, getting him used to the feeling of something up there, while pushing forward until his digit was up to the knuckle. “You’re going to have to be a lot more loose if you want to take me without too much strain,” but the lion already knew this was going to hurt. He pulled his paw free and set the boy down.
Tre looked up from his spot on the bench, his muzzle covered in precum at this point, though most of it drizzling down the side of his mouth. The lion made one motion for him to sit up, and he did as he was told like a good little bottom. He then watched as the feline stood up and took off his clothing, exposing the large, bulging muscles beneath. The antelope’s cock throbbed just looking at those abs and those pecks, but he kept quiet. Then when the shorts, and with them a pair of white underwear that stayed up until even the strain of that cock couldn’t hold them on anymore.
When the underwear dropped off, his eyes instantly locked onto that cock, following the mass of man meat with each bob until it steadied in the air. It was pretty big, probably a couple of inches past average and at least one size larger in sheer thickness. His eyes trailed down from the knife-like tip towards the base, taking careful note of the feline barbs that started out soft and slowly built up the further down the cock he gazed. When his eyes met the fuzzy, golden sheath, he let them drop lower to admire the balls. Each orb looked heavy and full, filing out the sack nicely. If there was one-way Trey would describe what he saw, he would have said the lion was overall just plain big.
The big cat sat back down on the bench and pointed to his cock, not really saying anything as he purred with a dominant smirk of satisfaction on his face. The antelope breathed in deeply before bending over, getting his muzzle right up next to that tip and taking a quick lick. The whole thing was wet with pre, the salty and musky flavor hitting him instantly. He loved it and dove back in for more.
While the antelope was busying himself on his cock, Richard put a paw behind his head and gently scratched behind those ears. “That ‘a boy.” It was thrilling to have his cock getting attention for the first time in a long while, and even better that he had some cute herbivore to suck on it. He let the kid take his time, getting the tip in his maw and slowly working more down, before the lion held his head and gave a gentle thrust. Again, he was in charge and he wanted the kid to remember that no matter what. The buck gagged, but didn’t take his mouth off that cock.
Slowly Trey worked more and more into his mouth, going further down the shaft until it bumped into the back of his throat. It was at this point that the feline stood up, keeping a paw on the antelope’s back as he made sure to steady himself and line everything up. “Now, you’re going to try and get that down your throat while I keep loosening you up.” His words were as stern as ever, coming with a nice slap to that fantastic ass, and the lion really did love that muscular backside.
See, the difference between fat and muscle can all be seen in the slap. When you hit fat, it jiggles around like a formed jello mold you would give to a new neighbor; but when you hit muscle, it gives a nice, resounding slap. It vibrates for a second, and the skin around it ripples. The muscle never loses shape, it just takes the blow and goes back. He slapped again, eyes locked on in a trance as the sound echoed throughout the locker room. “Damn that’s a fine ass.”
Spitting into his paw, the lion rubbed the saliva over his tips before bending as far over as possible to press his digits against that hole. He felt his own cock suddenly slide back into the antelope’s throat, and the kid tried to gag for a second as he coughed spit up around the large member in his mouth. Still, the lion held his position and started playing with that hole.
He slipped his middle finger in, the digit slipping inside easily enough. He purred in delight, a combination of feeling really, as his middle and thumb finger massaged the hole from both sides. It tried clenching on him, but as the tender touching continued that died down as well.
With a pop of the digit out of his backside, the antelope was allowed a quick breather from having the lion’s cock lodged down his throat. He coughed a bit more, already feeling sore in the mouth but still wanting more. Trey took a few seconds and lapped up some of the saliva he had put all over the predator’s sex, lapping it off of his balls and around the sheath. He heard the feline spit again, only to have the cat’s other paw use that fat prick to whack the buck in the face a few times. He took the hint and went back to sucking on the tip, feeling the barbs slowly go deeper and deeper until again the herbivore was putting a thick, juicy piece of meat down his throat for the second time in his life.
The big cat leaned back over the antelope, thrusting a bit as his cock went down the throat with a bit more gagging. He needed the extra few inches to go in there though if he was ever going to get this hole stretched. Leaning back over, his one paw slapped that ass before pulling the mound aside to let his other paw push digits inside. This time he put two in, forcing them past the sphincter and then waiting for the antelope to adjust. The hole clenched and the other male gagged in his wince of pain, but the lion knew this would still be better than breaking that fine tailhole with one hard thrust.
While he waited, he gave short, little thrusts down that boy’s throat, loving the feeling of his barbs rubbing against the inside of the cat’s mouth. He pushed a bit harder each time too, slowly working his full length in until his crotch was pressed up against a cold nose. He ground his crotch there for a minute, letting the antelope breath (though only barely) in the musk within his golden fur. He felt a paw on his stomach trying to push him off, but he waited a bit longer before pulling back to give the guy some breathing room.
Getting back to his task at hand, Richard started scissoring the hole. At first, that tight orifice resisted his works to open up any more much like trying to work a weight that was too heavy. The feline gave it time, working his paws and spreading the thick fingers apart until they started to spread nicely and that backside opened up. “That ‘a boy,” he repeated with a purr. “Just relax and open up.” The hole slowly gave, letting him stretch those tightly clamped muscles open enough that he felt he could at least fit his dick in without damaging the kid. 
Satisfied with his work, he pulled the digits out and sucked on them and enjoy the taste one last time of what he suspected was a virgin ass. He let is cock slide out of that mouth again and waited as the antelope caught his breath. “Now, put your paws up against those lockers and spread your legs,” he commanded.
The kid did as he was told, putting himself up against the gray lockers and spreading his legs to either side. He felt exposed and submissive, a fact that was only cemented when a paw slapped his ass hard. He cringed to the slap, tightening his muscles instinctively without really knowing he was giving the lion exactly what he wanted. Another slap, same reaction, and then that muscular body was pressed up behind his own.
He felt that massive cock between his legs, running up the cleft of his buns and pushing against his little tail. It scared the antelope about as much as it thrilled him, but he was in no position to move now. The lion’s licks were on his neck again, tentative but well placed to keep him both scared and excited at the same time. And then the two paws traced up his sides, claws tickling his tender skin.
The feline ran his claws up and across a few ribs before traveling back down again. He pulled back and groped at that as, giving it a few slaps of his cock for fun and a bit of self-enjoyment, before angling the tip towards the entrance. This was the easy part, the knife edge tip always went in. What Rich was afraid of was getting stuck after he spread that hole wide. That worry would have to wait for another time.
Pushing forward, his meat sunk in one inch after another. He took his time, feeling the grip on him from that tight hole as he whispered, “Just relax,” repeatedly into the kids ear. It felt wonderful, the best ass he had ever had without completely wrecking such a small sphincter, no exceptions. 
He stopped about halfway and just waited, leaning forward to again lick along the kid’s neck. “We’re halfway there,” got him a whimper in response. He ignored the antelope without care before continuing. “I’m going to start thrusting, and each time I’m going to push a bit farther. Don’t start crying on me now.”
Trey could not believe the feeling, his backside feeling stretched already open too wide and his insides fuller than he ever thought possible. Sure, it hurt him to keep such a massive member up his hole, but he also felt shocks of joy as that prick moved inside of him. The sparks electrified his own excitement, leaving him on edge as his cock pulsed and pooled pre down onto the tile floor below.
As the feline’s cock started moving, the antelope cried out lightly from quivering lips. No one paid him attention though, and so he just continued whining like the bitch he was becoming. The feeling of that prick sliding around inside of him was like having all his insides shuffled to make room. Much like the lion had said, each thrust put a bit more in him and moved a bit more of his insides. It didn’t feel great, but it wasn’t terrible either because of that weird, exciting, and tender feeling he was getting as the cat’s rod rubbed up against his prostate.
Just as the antelope was getting ready to reach down and play with his own cock, his paws were pulled behind his back and held there. “I’ll let you know when it’s your turn,” the cat said dominantly as he held his prey firmly. He was almost all the way in at this point, the thrusting finally having built into a nice rhythm, as his member plunged in deep before coming right back out. He bit his lip and breathed in, loving the feeling of resistance against each of his barbs as they passed through that clenching opening.
With his free paw, he gave that ass a nice slap again, starting to really ride it. “God, you’re tight kid.” The words came out too quickly for him to stop them, a little corny but all truth as he pushed in and out. “Want me to show you one of the best parts?”
The antelope just moaned in response, he barely even heard the other words as his face stayed pressed up against the locker. He wanted so badly to touch his own dick, which was waving down below with his balls, spraying lines of precum all over the place. He moaned again only instantly shout, “Oh God!”
The cat had taken the moan as a signal to do what he wanted, and with that slammed his hips forward to sink in the final three inches. He was deep, the buck’s ass smashed perfectly up against his groin as those tight muscles clenched hard, and that made the feline finally moan. “Oh that’s the stuff.” He held his cock in like that, just waiting a minute and enjoying the feeling of a fully broken in ass, which reminded him to ask. “Are you a virgin, boy?”
Trey was mouthing, “oh God,” with his eyes shut tight, unable to believe the pressure coming from inside of him. The feeling was not necessarily good or bad, just different from what he was used to, and even so it left him feeling on the edge of losing his load right then and there.
It took a shake and the big cat asking again to remind him that he had been asked a question. “Oh,” he stumbled, still keeping his eyes shut, “um… well I’ve played with a friend’s cock before.” He took a second to breath, which no matter how hard he tried he could never fill his lungs completely with that large cock in him. “We only touched and licked, nothing like this.”
The feline smirked with a grunt, feeling the sweat drip down his back and roll around his tail. “Well then let me congratulate you on finally losing your virginity.” Pulling himself off of the antelope, though keeping a firm grip on his paws, he put a paw down on that ass and rubbed it gently before lifting the tail to watch as the hole strained around his member. Slowly he dragged that tool back, feeling his barbs clinging to the buck’s insides. With each inch, he saw a few of those barbs pull on that tightly straining muscle before popping free, sending shivers down his spine. “God I love a good virgin fuck.”
When all but the very tip was left inside, he gave that mound another nice slap. Rich leaned forward again, his paw now resting on the kid’s thigh to keep his hips pulled back and a nice curve in his back. He let a few inches sink back in, but really was leaning over to grab the scruff of the antelope’s neck again with his maw. Under the muffle of fur, he tried to say, “Get ready,” but the words all blended together. And then his thick pole slammed in, burying every inch into that tight crevice.
The antelope yelped as he felt his insides pushed around and filled up with another male, his cock swinging forward with the thrust to hit the locker while his balls were bashed by a heavy set of orbs. It was painful, thrilling, and he was still on the edge of orgasm the whole time. He bit his lip hard, though not able to crack skin, as he felt that member drawing out again and knew what was coming.
The big cat didn’t disappoint him either, letting the full length drag back before mashing their hips together yet again. He then started to use his grip on the antelope’s midsection to pull the kid back, his paw wrapped around as he built a rhythm of much harder fucking.
Within his own body, he could feel his orgasm started to build up. Sure, he was still a bit of a ways away from finishing the deed, but with each push forward, his nuts started to drag up with that familiar tingle. Richard wanted to make sure this ass was used raw way before then, and as they continued with the building heat between them he clenched harder with his teeth to keep moving forward. But to keep the motion up and building, he had to let go of those paws. Slamming in hard one last time, he suddenly pulled out all the way and let go.
The antelope was breathing hard, his paws almost immediately on his own member but finding without that thick dick in his ass he was no longer right on the edge. He then heard the feline command him, “Turn around,” to which he quickly obeyed.
The cat lifted up his submissive little herbivore like he weighed nothing and pressed him up against the locker, locking lips with him while slapping that nice butt with his cock. When he pulled back from their kiss, both breathing hard, he watched the arch of saliva dangle between them in the fluorescent light. “You can touch yourself now.”
He then slowly lowered the antelope back onto his member, his own paws holding the kid by the ass. The lion let gravity do most of the work this time, lowering the buck until he was fully pushed in and just waiting. The rest was short lived, for then his paws held on tight as his hips drew back again.  When he reached the tip, the antelope’s breath came as a shivered whimper that made him smile. They both knew what was coming and he didn’t plan to disappoint.
The rhythm started fast and stayed there, his thick prick thrusting inside as his balls swing forward and beat those mounds. He kept his eyes open for a bit, somewhat to observe Trey masturbating and somewhat because he still liked watching his red, pulsating cock push past that blonde fur and into a straining hole. For whatever reason this turned him on and made him want to thrust more. He kept thrusting.
On the other end, Trey was finally in a place of pure ecstasy. The soreness of having his ass split open had finally faded away, numbed from all the deep, hard thrusts, and he was left with only the feeling of his prostate getting rubbed by the lion’s cock. The meet was mashed right up against his pleasure button, slammed down hard on it in a way that kept his orgasm right in his grasp. And those little barbs that tugged on his insides until they pulled out of his clenched muscle were like fireworks set off by each slam of their bodies together. It was all happening to fast, all the tension and all the need to release pushing him up to a place he didn’t know existed. 
He felt his own nuts pulled up tight to his body, the tingling almost uncontrollable as he stroked himself past the point of no return. His anal sphincter quivered with whatever force it had left, clenching as tight as possible along the mass moving inside of him. He felt the familiar pressure, the one where everything was about to blow, it was too late.
The lion could feel it too as the grip on his cock tightened. He watched as the antelope sprayed a load all over himself, with jets of cum reaching up and hitting him on the face and past him towards the grey lockers. He kept coming too as if he had never masturbated for over a week, the white stuff spurting out until there was no pressure left. His hole kept clenching and the seed started to pool right there on his belly until the fluids dripped down past his sheath and into the thrusts.
But the added tightness around his already building orgasm was what the lion needed to set him over the edge too, his breathing changing to try and hold just a bit longer. It was no use, the feeling of the buck’s seed dripping down his own fuzzy sheath and onto his tightly pulled-up sack was so intensely hot that even the feline could not help himself as he slammed forward and let loose his load.
Trey was sensitive, but the feeling of that hot seed spilling into him made him shiver and push the last of his own orgasm out. “Oh God,” he repeated before going limp and just breathing in the post orgasmic bliss.
He filled up the kid, roaring loudly as he felt the liquids travel up and out his long member and into the kid’s backside. He short thrusted and kept going, just letting everything he had spill into the buck’s backside. And once his fluids had run their course, all but emptying himself into the other mammal, he stood there weak kneed and ready to go home.
Waiting a few minutes for his strength to regain, and mostly enjoying the tender final state of sex, he finally pulled out and put the antelope down on the bench. “When you feel ready, take a shower and go home.” He leaned over and kissed the herbivore on the lips once more. The lion then turned and started walking towards the showers, picking up his stuff on the way.
And like that, all of the sex was over. Rich left and started showering, cleaning himself off from the workout from the day with a sense of real completion with everything he had done. But he was tired and wanted to get home for the night, so he didn’t think too much more into what had happened.
On the other hand, Trey laid there for a long while, listening to the fairly quiet silence of the locker room, say for the feline’s shower in the far distance. He could now sense how sore and used his ass was, he could even feel some of the lion’s cum starting to leak back out and over the bench, but for some reason all of that felt worth it. Looking up at the fluorescent lighting in the locker room, he wondered if this was going to become a more regular part of their workout.
FIN.
