The otter sighed as he set down a water bottle that was nearly empty. The low amount of water that remained within the container signified that that day’s worth of working out was nearly over. That in turn meant an unfortunate end to the day watching other guys working out as well. Unless went to shower of course, which he was tempted to do. If only he had remembered to bring with him everything he needed to do so unlike the forgetful idiot he was! Ah well, there was always tomorrow. 
	As Klaus looked around the workout room, he noticed that the usuals had all come in as well. A fox with a face that never stops smirking, his friend, a hyena, whose height made him seem younger, a cheetah who set a college record on the treadmills, just to name a few. All so stunning to look at. But agh… the agony of being gay. How would these guys ever react to a gay otter like him? It couldn’t end well. It just couldn’t! It was still that day in age where homophobes ran rampant throughout the world and especially in gyms like these! Even if they weren’t, they couldn’t be gay themselves could they?! Like at all!?
	Klaus knew he could not give up yet. He knew he’ll find someone eventually. Maybe he was just looking in the wrong place. If looking at guys all day was the sole reason he joined this gym, and since he knew he would never pick anyone up here, why did he choose to do it in the first place? There simply MUST be other ways to find others in this godforsaken college! 
	Klaus growled to himself as he let himself down off the elliptical Maybe coming here was not such a bright idea after all. If Klaus was ever going to be rid of the stress of searching he had to know for certain WHERE to search. In this godforsaken town? Yeah right. If only there was some sort of code or language that all gay guys know and only they know. But that was not exactly likely, now was it? 
	Klaus sighed as he wiped his forehead. Soon he’ll be the best mustelid runner there is on campus considering how long he’s been here for and how much he’s used these blasted machines to disguise his true intentions! He was surprised he was not questioned yet over this matter. It was not exactly often that otters worked out like this; they all usually stuck to the swimming teams. He hoped that in this day in age, specist stereotypes such as those would die out. Now that Klaus thought  about it, maybe he’d have better luck on the swim team.
	Klaus scowled and shook his head when he saw the score on the elliptical. Two miles in twenty minutes? He knew he could do better than that! Not that his true motivation lied within getting in shape, but hey, kill two birds with one stone is always a nice accomplishment. 
	Klaus looked around. The room was becoming empty. The gym was soon to close. Klaus took a deep breath, trying to catch. The scent of sweat lingered in the air. Strong, but most certainly not unpleasant. Just the way he liked it. It was time to hit the showers. The best, but most precarious part of the workout day. To see guys dressing and undressing, showering and naked. It was the stuff that Klaus was into, but he knew the risky danger that was associated with experiences things like that and noticeably enjoying them. While it scared him every time, he never wavered from at least glancing around. They would mostly assume him insecure of his own body, thankfully. But just how foolproof is this strategy? Klaus had the oddest feeling that it was not going to last very much longer at all… 
	Klaus gathered the things he brought in with him before striding off towards the locker room where the rest of his things were. ‘Course, he was going to shower first. He was uncertain if he wanted to smell the way he did in his casual wear in public. Affinity for musk or not, the public would hesitate to agree on that notion. As Klaus passed by some of the lockers that stood between him and showers, he noticed that a pair of underwear was left on the benches completely unattended. There was no mistaking that they belonged to at least one of the regulars that frequented the gym. Klaus thought it was that fox, but he wasn’t sure. He only caught a glimpse of that particular figure a few times.
	The familiar thought pressed into his mind. Should he take the underwear and indulge in their potential muskiness or not? Klaus felt himself getting hard in his pants. The thought of such a scent filled his libido through the roof. Klaus abhorred that such a sexual drive in his heart could possibly be as strong as it was. It was overpowering and detrimental to his sanity. But that moment of indulging… such pure unadulterated bliss; he had to do it. He had to do it!
	Swiftly as the cheetah, Klaus darted to the bench and snatched the garment, making sure no one was looking and dashed to the showers. He quickly dashed into one and pulled the curtain shut. The garment was soft in his fingers. He could barely catch a whiff of it right there. Burying his nose into it. He was almost embarrassed to do so. Ah what does it matter? Nobody could see him in there so he subconsciously felt his nose dig into the crotch of the piece of clothing and inhale deeply.
	Oh yeah. It was fox alright. Among the muskiest creatures whose scents never failed to please Klaus. Their crotch musk was all he need to get off. He could continue imagining the slender build and the huge and fluffy tails that belonged to them, but no. The underwear were among the best things. However, Klaus said that about nearly every species out there. Klaus wondered where this fetish even began…? No. No time to dwell on that. Klaus sniffed deeply over and over, taking in the musk as much as he could. He knew he as hard and throbbing under his clothes, so now that he was in the shower, Klaus felt obligated to undress.
	Klaus undressed swiftly to expose his hard and throbbing member. He wasn’t sure where to put his clothes from that point. Oops. Agh, there was no time nor care to worry about that now! God damn it, his libido is off the charts today! He needed release right then and there; there was no question! Klaus could feel his own webbed paw touch himself as he sniffed.
	But before he could get very far in the indulgence… 
	“Hey who the fuck stole my underwear!?” came a loud, imposing voice from the lockers. Oh no, the fox is done already?! Somehow Klaus knew this was going to happen. It has happened a few times before with other gym-goers, but none were as furious, or violent as the fox that Klaus stole from. Oh shit. What has he done…? “Who did it!?” the voice repeated. “Huh?! Answer me!” he was getting angrier. Klaus wasn’t sure what to do. Let the fox possibly seriously hurt someone or let himself get caught.
	“Well why did you completely change your clothes? You did not have--”
	Whoever had said that was silenced instantly by a vicious snarl from the fox. “Shut up, dumbass! It’s none of your business! Unless you know where they went, shut the fuck up!” the fox paused. “Wait. I smell something.”
	Klaus blood went cold. How is that…? How could he smell anything distinct in this wondrous blend of masculine adrenaline, sweat, and… other bodily fluids?! Then he remembered. Fox. While not as good as dogs, it surprised Klaus how strong a sense of smell they have. Shit.
	“Otter.” the fox muttered. “There is only one otter that comes here very often. KLAUS RICHTOOOORS!?” he roared, causing Klaus to flinch heavily in the showers. 
Klaus, felt a chill in spine when he realized that he recoiled against the shower enough to cause the curtain to rustle. Shit shit shit! He saw that didn’t he!? 
“Come out from there, Richtors,” the fox said in an ominously soft voice confirming Klaus’ worst immediate fear. Klaus was petrified. He dared not to move from that spot. He was stark naked in the shower on top of the fear of the impending violence the fox would seemingly bestow on him. No this can’t happen! But what is he supposed to do!? “I said come out from there. Right now.” the fox’s voice grew sterner. And closer. Oh no. Oh no! “You are only making it worse for yourself, otter.” he spat.
Klaus could see the outline of the fox’s figure through the curtain. It was out of fear, that with shaking paws, Klaus slid the garment he purloined under the curtain for the fox, hoping that would be the only thing he wanted. Knowing the nature of him by just watching him however, he knew that would never be. 
“Come out here Klaus,” the fox sneered. “I’ve got something to show you.” It was right when the vulpine creature had said that, that Klaus heard some murmuring and gasps coming from onlookers nearby. What could that fox have to show him…? Klaus did not want to know the answer. Was it a gun, a knife…? Something just as bad? All this for what could be perceived as a very common prank that always happens in every locker room anywhere? 
	Klaus jumped when he saw the curtains being pushed aside. He yelped loudly in fright when the first thing he saw was the fox’s angry face, sneering and smirking so deeply, that gave Klaus the impression that he was up to nothing good. Which only frightened him further. The vulpine was tall, muscular, and thick limbed. Obviously an athlete that far surpasses Klaus’ own physique. While Klaus was mostly lanky with some muscle, the fox was very muscular with some lankiness. Wasn’t nothing but, but he was… Klaus’ eyes dipped down and his thoughts stopped immediately. The fox was also naked, and hard at that. His thick, cherry red, canine shaft looked enticingly delectable, Klaus could not take his eyes off it. He could feel himself stiffening up slightly once again from the handsome sight below him. 
N-no. Cannot. Reveal. Arousal. They can’t know he’s gay. They can’t. But why? Why is the fox standing before him, about ready to do something of that nature to him? 
“You like what you see, don’t you otter?” the fox sneered as he blocked Klaus from getting out of the shower. Klaus could only imagine the bystanders that were looking by. He took a gulp of air to try to gain control of his feelings. But it was not working. He could feel his own shaft sliding out to say hello to the outside world. This caught the fox’s attention. “Hah. I knew you’d like what you’d see,” he said. Klaus must have looked confused because the fox continued. “Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve seen you looking at all of us when we worked out, and especially in the locker rooms while we changed. So. You wanted this?” he pointed to his cock. “Well you can have it.”
Klaus looked at the canine genitalia that was pointed right at his face. He could smell its musk from where he sat. Strong, overpowering fox musk drew his face towards it. Klaus could vaguely feel his maw opening. He felt his tongue lick over the tip of the shaft and his body shuddered from the pleasurable taste he got from it. 
Without warning the fox growled. “Come on, rudderbutt, I ain’t got all day!” and with that the fox forced his member into Klaus’ maw and Klaus felt a powerful handpaw force his maw shut on it. With the fox’s cock firmly placed into his maw, there was only one thing that Klaus could do. Klaus took his lips and tongue to form a steady suction over the cock, sucking on it lightly like it was overgrown straw, which in a sense, the cock actually is. He could hear the fox moaning above him, and felt the paw on his head clench. Klaus used his tongue to the best of his ability, licking over and under it, wrapping his tongue around it while he sucked. It was not exactly an easy task due to the sheer thickness the meat had. If this was jammed into his ass, no doubt it would hurt like hell. But Klaus knew he’d enjoy it nonetheless. 
The fox had started doing something unexpected when his cock throbbed in Klaus’ face. He started humping Klaus’ face as if it were an ass or pussy or something. Klaus’ eyes widened and he moaned on the cock, vibrating it with his voice. He enjoyed the feeling of the thick shaft going in and out of his maw. He sucked rhythmically with the humping. The fox was most certainly enjoying himself because he was moaning louder and panting in pleasure. 
As the otter performed the fellatio, he noticed that the other gym-goers were watching from the sidelines still. W-were some of them fapping along!? H-how embarrassing… yet, oddly exhilarating! 
Klaus felt a blush rising into his face as the fox’s knot popped from the handsome sheath and bumped his lips with each thrust. The fox’s dangling jewels were bestowed unto Klaus’ webbed paws. Despite the harsh nature of the strangely dominant vulpine before him, the sac and most vulnerable part of the male body were some of the softest Klaus had ever felt. Not that he felt much to begin with but he hoped that after today he would! 
The fox groaned as he fucked Klaus’ face with further intensity. The fox had to be getting close to his climax at this point. Klaus eagerly awaited it. He never tasted the white liquid all that much. He was only familiar with his own when he dared to try it after a good fap. He wondered how different cum from others would be. And he wondered if the fox was going to--
“G-gahh!” The fox grunted as he shoved his thick knot into Klaus’ face. Klaus could feel the fox’s cock start to go down his throat. Klaus tried the best he could not to gag as the member was dangerously close to doing so. And his wonder about the fox’s knot was interrupted by the knot’s unexpected entrance. How rude! Yet oh so welcome. Klaus took the liberty once the knot had penetrated his jaws to suck and lick all over it, sending the fox in pleasured frenzy of moans and even a few yips. Klaus would never have expected such a creature to make such sounds.
Then it was with one loud yelp that the fox’s body shuddered and his cock throbbed, sending out shot after shot of warm, musky cum onto the back of Klaus’ tongue and into his throat. The taste of it was not immediate. Klaus’ first impressions of it were of the wet, warm, and slimy texture the cum had. It was not until the fox shot the third load that Klaus tasted the salty tang he knew and loved from his own cum. But coming from a fox, the musk had a particular flavor that was stronger than his own. Klaus moaned as the seed entered his maw. The taste of it was better than what he had imagined. By the time the fox finished shooting cum into him, Klaus could only sit there, with the cum collected in the back of his maw, the taste now overwhelming his senses, and the fox’s cock knotted and tied to his face. Klaus shuddered and moaned in deep pleasure as he swallowed the fox’s seed graciously. The warmth and sliminess that he enjoyed from it stayed with him down to his waiting stomach. So sublime… God… he could only imagine the look on his face… 
“Did the rudderbutt enjoy his little treat?” The fox asked with his ever present smirk on his face. Klaus could only nod in response. “Good… I’ll gladly oblige in giving you some more if you come back tomorrow. As will the rest of my boys, won’t you!?” he yelled to the bystanders.
Klaus heard several cheers and responses of approval. Klaus knew that the real fun was really soon to be beginning. He wondered what had awaited him tomorrow. Whose cocks he will take and where. It was an anticipation that Klaus let overwhelm him almost as much as the fox before him. 
As the fox withdrew his cock from Klaus’ face, the fox started talking again, his voice growing softer. “Yes… you’ll be our little slut. Do you like that idea, rudderbutt?” 
Klaus nodded eagerly as he licked the fox’s still hard cock again. “Yes! Yes I’d love that!” he said, wagging his tail on the ground. 
“And we’ll reward you alright,” the fox threw Klaus his underwear. “Here. Feel free to keep that overnight. Just make sure you get that back to me tomorrow, got it?” he added with a slight snarl. 
“Oh yes, thank you!” Klaus said smiling brightly. 
“Good. We look forward to taking advantage of your body tomorrow!” the fox said with a satisfied smile. “Be ready to take all of our cocks, alright?”
	How many? Klaus was nowhere near accustomed to taking so many around him, but he adored the idea a lot. He could not wait for that experience a mere 24 hours away. “Oh I definitely will!” he said. 
The fox nodded as he headed back to the lockers. Klaus sat there with cum still on his lips, and still naked and hard. Klaus could not believe that he not only no longer had to worry about them discovering his sexuality, he got the chance to please every gym goer if they wanted him to! Klaus did not mind the idea of topping somebody, but if he got the chance to have several dicks around or inside him, there was no way he’d ever pass it up! As Klaus gathered his clothes and the fox’s wonderful parting gift, he imagined all the wonderful things that awaited him at the gym in the immediate future.