Tannim's Workout Fantasy
by tannim
March 09, 2010

	"Ah... I do love a good snowy day."  Tannim leaned back in his chair to watch the snow fall outside.  He'd taken a walk in it earlier and was done playing in it.  The dragon was bored again though.  He needed something to do.  He thought a moment, then got up and went to the basement.

	His generic home made gym lay strewn about the floor.  An old self powered treadmill with an old walker for a hand rail, few dumbbells, eight milk jugs full of sand hanging over the edge of a broom handle four to each end, two thick industrial rubber bands hanging from hooks bolted to the wall, even a rowing machine made from brooms with some more sandy jugs on the end.  They were frugal, but they worked well enough, at least he assumed they did.

	He stripped, as it was always fun to work nude and stretched for nearly ten seconds before sitting on the rowing machine.  His long scrotum dangled down from the old kitchen chair to the basement floor and he closed his eyes.  He cleared his mind, then looked down with his eyes still closed.

	The dragon sat on the bench of a slave galley pulling his oar hard.  His strong body in perfect shape after months of strenuous forced work.  Around him a baker's dozen of lovely muscular females of a variety of species shared the same slave labor.  They stole glances at his broad and muscular shoulders, firm toned abs, long dangling scrotum swaying with his rowing motion over a chain shackled to his ankles.

	While they stole looks at him, he stole looks at them, smiling confidently at a beautiful otter gal who flexed her thighs to draw his attention to that wet woman mound between them.  The dragon smiled at her and pulled harder.  She grunted and tugged at the shackles holding her to the oar, breaking them off.

	The otter advanced over to him while he stared at her large muscular body.  The woman's fur was ungroomed and stuck out at odd angles wet with sweat from exertion.  She licked her lips while looking him over, then crawled in front of his bench to nuzzle at his balls.  Her broad shoulders were only a bit smaller than his, with her muscles just as defined as she licked her way up his long scrotum.

	Her muzzle opened after the first foot of soft masculine dragon sack.  The flesh had plenty of give left and she squeezed just above his balls to tug them further from his groin.  Her arm extended the full length before showing much tension.  The otter's eyes showed amazed delight before she leaned up to wrap her lips around hes leaking shaft.

	Tannim drooled as he worked, both from his mouth and from his erection.  His arms soon grew tired of rowing, however, and the fantasy dissolved into the basement as his eyes opened for real.  The dragon sat back, panting and sighed.  It was always so much better in his mind.

	He got up and climbed onto the treadmill.  The walker was a bit loose, but a couple cement blocks helped hold it in place in front.  After waiting a minute to catch his breath he leaned forward and pushed back.  His lengthy sack dangled near his ankles just above the moving belt of the treadmill.  He was glad it was cold and he wasn't dangling lower.  He didn't close his eyes for this bit of equipment.  Instead he simply imagined it with them open.

	His strong shapely form charged into the city, bare for all to see.  The other barbarians around him dressed the same as they attacked the town guard.  He slashed and bashed with his bare claws and fists while their paltry leather vests offered no real protection. The battle was over quickly and as quickly the captives were rounded up.  He turned to the other barbarians triumphantly and found a group of equally bare and strong dragonesses admiring him.

	Tannim turned and posed for them. Showing off his nicely shaped arms and chest.  His hips swished to make his balls swing at the end of his long pendulous pouch.  The dragons watched him eagerly, they stepped closer, looking from his swelling maleness to his.  His posing done, he ran to them and wrapped his arms around two.  They stroked him as he stroked them, hands on their firm breastless chests.  Their strong pectorals kept them from being flat, and he enjoyed that sexy curve as they enjoyed his hard edges.

	He groaned as a hand gripped his cock, again as another dragoness smacked his balls with her tail.  He grunted in discomfort and excitement as the other also lashed them.  They took turns tail whipping them until he couldn't take it. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the treadmill to fall forward and backwards at the same time.  He looked down as he rolled off onto the floor and realized he'd been kicking his balls again while running.

	Tannim rolled over onto his back and gripped his erection in one hand and his nuts in the other.  He pulled his balls up to his mouth and sucked on them as he rubbed his stiff drooling dragon dick.  His tongue slathered all over his male eggs while he squirmed and jerked.  Both arms were tired, but lust lent him strength.  He finished quickly and jetted a load of spunk up and out and onto his belly.  Five shots, six, he lay there panting, his nuts in his mouth.  He reached up and shifted them so he could hold them by the soft scrotal rope with both balls dangling on the left of his muzzle.

	The dragon flexed his arms and legs, then sat up and looked himself over.  He stood up and let his balls drop down to flop and bounce between his lower legs.  They were a bit shaky on the stairs on the way up.  Fantasy was always better than reality, but at least he was getting into a bit better shape.