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Apr 2025 Flavor of the Month: Blue Moon!

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The young man walked into the gym, his brow glistening from his jog, his cutoff shirt clinging to the patch of sweat between his pecs as he went from the sweltering summer heat to the temperature controlled reception area. He adjusted his sweat soaked hat on his head, turning the bill back as he didn’t need the shade inside. The hat kept most of his hair out of his face during most of his workouts, and the discoloration of where sweat had left salt stains and worn the fabric down showed. It was falling apart, but still held proud to that head of thick hair.

He swaggered up to the receptionist, his jogging shorts clinging to his thighs and thick ass cheeks as he got to the front desk. There stood a stacked, blond haired gymnast. His hair was cropped up into a fro hawk and the sides were trimmed into some sort of layered design. His blue eyes were kind and his smile wolfish yet warm as he showed off his dazzling diamond teeth.

“Hey there chief,” the receptionist said, puffing out his chest, his blue polo barely able to contain all the meat that man had on his chest. He lifted his hand and gave the newcomer a slick salute. “Don’t believe I’ve seen you around these parts. What’s your name?”

“Hey there, it’s John,” the newcomer mimicked the receptionist’s salute, a bit of sweat flicking off his fingers as he did so. “I heard this place was a great gym from one of your regulars. Is that true…uh…Dylan?” John glanced at the golden name plate on the receptionist’s breast. That meaty pec making the plate look like a thumb drive compared to the credit card sized piece of plastic it was.

“Best place this side of the city,” Dylan lifted both arms and flexed. His sun kissed skin accented the healthy amount of blond forearm air, and the sleeves on his polo practically rolled up on their own as those double peaks forced themselves out. “Only for people serious about their body and gains lift here. Not that we turn people down often.”

“Well, I’m looking for a new gym and Trent said this place is perfect for guys like me,” John lifted his bicep and flexed it. He wasn’t as large as the receptionist, but he wasn’t lacking in the size department. Softball sized bulges of muscle formed on those biceps as he showed off. John moved at a slight angle, showing a peek of tasteful side pec and obliques and a nice, matted shrub of pit hair the same chocolate brown as the locks on his head. “Think I’m serious enough to join this place?”

“Damn, Trent does know how to pick ‘um,” Dylan nodded with an impressed, unthreatened smile. “Yeah, I think you’ll fit right in here.”

That’s when Dylan did something odd. He sniffed the air. It was subtle at first, John almost didn’t notice it, but once the blond haired stud got a whiff he closed his eyes and took a long, intake of breath through his nose, leaning forward as though called by the smell. He then let a hot breath out his mouth, his canines almost looking wet, his eyes almost glowing in the low light.

“Oh yeah, you’ll do nicely,” Dylan’s grin was sly, his eyes half sheathed.

“Um…yeah?” John cocked a brow. “So…do I sign a contract or something.”

“Don’t worry man, I got you,” Dylan’s voice was deep and smooth as he turned around and reached up on the shelf behind him. John normally didn’t care for guys that were bigger than him, but Fuck if that ass wasn’t perfect. The dude had wide hips, his thick ass filling out his kaki shorts to near bursting. The buttons on his ass pockets looked like they were about to pop off. As Dylan reached up, he arched his back, those thick cheeks lifting and jiggling ever so slightly. How the hell did they stay up?! Those cheeks defied gravity! Someone was very serious on not skipping leg day.

Dylan grabbed a piece of paper and a clipboard. He brought it around and put it on the counter.

“Just fill out your name and info here and we can get you set up on your free day today,” Dylan ended his comment with a click of a pen.

“Shure,” John had a cocky grin on his lips, his emerald eyes half sheathed as he looked over the man before him. He was leaning on the table, pushing forward the clipboard, his back arched and a sly smile. John wasn’t oblivious to body language. He nailed his fair share of bitches in college. So he knew when someone was flaunting their goods for more than just showing off.

“So,” John continued, taking the clip board and pen. “How’s the cruising situation in the showers?”

“So Trent already told you what kind of gym we are here?” Dylan smirked.

“He did,” John nodded, scribbling his info onto the paper before signing it at the bottom and handing it back. Dylan grabbed it, but John didn’t let go. The blond receptionist looked back up at John who gave the receptionist a quick wink.

Dylan’s spine visibly shuddered as a blush formed on his cheeks. The clipboard slipped from John’s fingers, his sweaty fingerprints marking the page and smearing the ink.

“So, showers in the back?” John asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Dylan smiled and pulled out a keycard from under the desk and handed it over to John. “This is a day pass that’ll get you inside for your free day.”

“Thanks cutie,” John nodded at him before swaggering past the desk and into the lockers.

Dylan watched him go, wanting to follow him in and show him how a real man can please him, but he knew the rules. He simply took a deep breath, only for the essence of man to waft up from the sign in sheet. He glanced down at it and his blue eyes went wide as he saw the added writing near John’s number.

Call me when you’re off your shift for a good time.

Dylan’s thighs rubbed together, his cock hard in his shorts and his asshole flexing.

“Oh yeah, I think we’ve found our new Alpha,” Dylan gave a lusty growl, his eyes glowing as his nails grew thicker and pointed into claws for a brief moment before they retraced back into him. “Calm down Dylan. You’ll have your go, but first the gym.”

***

John was very impressed with the gym’s amenities. A steam room, a pool with a running track above it, and state of the art equipment. He mainly worked on his back and arms, and he got quite a few looks from the men around the gym. John knew he could be cocky sometimes, but he swore everyone at the gym was looking to smash.

From the big, seasoned body builders, to the joggers on the treadmills, they all kept sneaking glances, and oddly enough, whiffs of his body. He was used to peoples’ eyes on him, but the sniffing was new. It didn’t bother him, but rather stroked his ego in an odd way. He knew he was sweaty from pushing himself, but he didn’t care. It was like he was giving off some alpha pheromone and everyone was ready to drop their panties for him.

“Hey there stranger,” someone said beside the machine John was on.

“Oh, hey there Trent,” John smirked, pulling his earbuds out and putting them in his pocket right away to not lose them. “Thanks for the recommendation. This place rocks.”

Trent was a hot and cute thing. He had amber skin, long curly hair that bounced above his shoulders. His dark eyes were bright with enthusiasm, especially when he was sucking John’s cock the other night.

“I told ya, you’ll fit right in here,” Trent smiled, leaning against the machine as John continued his reps. “So, how long have you been at it for?”

“Almost two hours. I’m rounding out my routine right now,” John used the lat pulldown a few more times, the metal clanking softly with his controlled movements.

“Oh my…” Trent paused, his nose rising as he took a few little sniffs. John finished his set and let the bar go back into resting.

“You okay?” John cocked a brow.

“Oh…Oh yeah, better than okay,” Trent came over and straddled Trent’s lap, the larger male having to adjust a bit to the sudden shift in weight. Trent had a tight body, easily one sixty with a swimmer’s build, but after a long work out, even that could feel like a lot of weight. “My god, it’s stronger than before.”

“What are you doin’,” John gave a soft chuckle. “I mean, I don’t mind if we have some fun, but right here on the gym floor?”

“Trust me, the staff doesn’t give a shit,” Trent seemed short of breath as he pressed his lips to John’s, the muscled jock giving a surprised grunt, but then melting into the kiss. Trent said they were cool with open gay stuff in the gym, but he thought in the showers, not the actual floor.

“Holy shit,” John gasped between kisses. Trent broke away to lick over John’s sweaty neck, the salty prickle of ripe man filled his tongue and made his spine tingle.

“Oh yeah,” Trent moaned. “You’re prime Alpha material.”

“Damn right baby,” John gave a sexy growl, falling into the roleplay seamlessly. “I’m an Alpha and I’m going to plow that ass. Amazing as that blow job was, I’m ready to take that sweet hole of yours.”

John’s hands went down, slipping under the elastic of Trent’s athletic shorts and rolling them down over his round ass cheeks.

Then a fluffy tail popped out.

“What?” John thought it was just one of those furry butt plug things at first, but once it started wagging, he had to blink to be sure he wasn’t seeing things. He gripped Trent by the shoulders and forced him in front of him to see his face.

Trent’s eyes had a golden ring around them, his face half contorted, his teeth slicing down into canine blades, his body covering in fur.

“Fucking hell!” John jumped back, pushing off Trent.

“Wait—” Trent tried to say, but he fell backwards and banged his head against a metal bar on the machine. He gave a little yip before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he flopped onto the mat floor, out cold.

Trent wasn’t a human anymore, his body was covered in a dark brown, almost black, fur, his ears having turned to points and his clothes stretching over his augmented muscles.

“W-What the…how the…what?” John’s head was spinning, but he didn’t need to wait long before something shocked him into oblivion.

“Don’t worry chief,” A deep voice rumbled.

John turned to see a massive, seven foot tall, golden werewolf, his sapphire eyes ringed in gold.

John passed out.

***

John was laying on a couch in the gym’s back office where Dylan and Trent were arguing.

“I couldn’t help it,” Trent hissed in harsh whispers. “The amount of potential on him was driving me wild.”

“I get it man,” Dylan had his big hands on the much shorter one’s shoulders. “I almost jumped him in the lobby with how good he smelled. But that doesn’t mean you get to just put the entire pack in jeopardy.”

“I know,” Trent rolled his eyes. “But we have to get someone to replace the Alpha of the pack soon. We’re all going into heat and we need someone to step up or we’re all going to be in deep shit.”

“Still, no excuse for putting us all in danger,” Dylan took his hands back and crossed them over his massive pecs. His polo was torn down the center, his shorts had exploded and he was left with his loose fitting, elastic worn jock hanging on his hips. “You need to learn to control yourself better. You’ve been here longer than the rest of us. Why do I have to be the responsible one?”

“The youngest usually is,” Trent shrugged. “None of us Betas want to be in charge. Stresses us out to our core. We’re built for taking orders, not giving them.”

“Then how come an Omega like me is in charge?” Dylan tapped his bare foot on the floor, his shoes in tatters in the trash.

“Because us Betas know we can get away with telling you what to do. You know your place in the pack.” Trent smiled and scratched under Dylan’s chin.

“Yeah, well, it’s getting old…” Dylan didn’t move away from the scratching though, a pink blush gracing his cheeks.

“I doubt that,” Trent murred. “Either way, I think the cat’s out of the bag and we got to get John on board.”

“I think I already am,” John grunted.

The two turned to see John was sitting on the couch rubbing the back of his neck.

“How much of that did you hear?” Trent said through a nervous smile.

“Enough to know werewolves are real,” John cracked his neck. “And that you’re all little subs looking for an Alpha.”

“Yeah,” Dylan pushed his forefingers together. “I don’t know what kind of job or career you have now, but…would you want to be the owner of our gym and pack? I know it’s sudden, but…you’re more than qualified. We’ve already got several pack members asking when they can take you for a spin.”

“Really?” John cocked a brow. “I mean, I ain’t a stranger to people wanting a piece of all this, but you guys really don’t waste any time.”

“We’re already a few days into our heat cycle,” Trent came over and sat on the armrest of the couch. “We’re starting to get desperate.”

“Well, with the way you were slobbing on my knob the night before, I think that makes a lot of sense.” John chuckled. “So, let me get this straight. I’d become the Alpha of your pack, I get to own a kickass luxury gym, and the entire gym roster will be my bitches?”

“That’s the short and skinny,” Dylan nodded, sitting on the desk. “More or less anyone in the gym is yours who doesn’t have a visitor pass. The Alpha can claim anyone, and we don’t have any way of saying no. That being said, if you abuse your power, we can vote you out.”

“And by vote, we mean that you can’t command all of us at once,” Trent crossed his arms. “You familiar with the Ides of March?”

“Yeah…so, I have to keep everyone happy,” John leaned back on the couch, his arms resting on the back of it. “No sweat. Just like my frat back in the day. Keep everyone drunk, fed, and their dicks wet and everyone’s gunna have a good time.”

“Only you’re going to be in the middle of pack heat,” Dylan warned. “Anyone and everyone will want to jump your bone. You’ll mainly be doing cardio for the next month straight.”

“I mean, Trent can vouch for my stamina,” John gestured to the amber beauty on the arm rest. “And I’m assuming I get a rockin’ werewolf bod like yours too with some boosted stats, right?”

“I mean, sure, but I trained long and hard for the body I have now and…and…” Dylan was starting to trail off, his blush coming back in full force.

“Oh, stop trying to talk him out of it,” Trent murred. “I think we’ve found our new Alpha. So, what do you say, big guy? Ready to join the pack?”

As Trent said that, his muscles flexed, his bones cracked, and his body burst from his clothes. It was jagged and smooth at the same time. His form shifted into a dark chocolate werewolf with golden eyes.

“Shit,” John smirked and nodded. “That’s hot as fuck. Yeah, I’m ready. How does this all go down?”

“Simple,” Trent rumbled, his voice much deeper, his body like that of John’s, having blown up in his transformation. “Give me your hand.”

“Sure dude,” John sat up and lifted his hand for Trent who took it into his massive mitt. His hand was larger than Johns, those claws vicious yet gentle. “What next? Gunna bite me?”

“You got it,” Trent smiled, showing off his vicious canines used for ripping flesh from bone. “Don’t worry. It’s just a little nip and it’ll start the transformation immediately. You ready?”

“Not like there’s really any kind of preparation I can do for becoming a werewolf pack leader. Go on and do it man, let’s get this show on the road!”

“You asked for it, just remember that,” Trent had a mischievous gleam in his eyes before he gripped John’s wrist almost painfully before bringing his fangs down onto John’s hand. He bit down HARD, breaking through the skin and hitting bone.

John recoiled, his hand coming back to him as Trent immediately let go. The bite looked bad…for all of a few seconds. The flesh around the bite mark writhed and wriggled like worms as they stitched together. The exposed bone vanishing, the blood that welled up around his hand stemmed its flow until there was nothing but a bite shaped scar on his hand. The only indicator it had ever happened was the little nubs of pink scar tissue and the blood.

Then the bite mark pulsed painfully.

“Fucking hell!” John shouted.

“Yeah, buckle up buttercup,” Trent chuckled. “The first transformation is a doozy.”

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