Sloppy Seconds
I hate calling for help. Maybe it's my natural feline independence. Maybe it's from growing up under a divorced father who was more interested in his nightly fucks from the bar than his own son.
Either way, I could no longer pretend I wasn't in trouble. I was bent over backwards on the bench press pad, with a bar I couldn't lift descending toward my neck.
Way to go, Arnold Schwarzekitty, I thought.
Bobcats are not renowned for their strength. Don't get me wrong. After three years of serious training, I was willing to consider myself buff. But I had committed the cardinal sin. Respect the iron, and it will work for you. Disrespect it, and it will crush you for your insolence.
I have only three saviors to turn to.
Jay, Caesar, and Ben. Dogs. The word's an expletive in alley cat society, but one common enough that most of us know what it means when a cat uses it.
Every gym has its muscle heads. The guy that leaves four hundred pounds hanging on the squat rack when he leaves for the day, who blasts the music on his headphones too loud, who groans like he's having an orgasm while he's hogging the bench press.
My gym has Jay, Caesar, and Ben. And it is always the three of them, never just one by himself. Talk to any staff, and they can tell you how much they appreciate the dynamic trio. The gym would probably kick them out, too, except that they're huge, and they support the gym with top-level member fee payments and tabs on the snack food bar that stretch back to before I was born.
I could switch gyms, but this gym is within walking distance of my house across the parking lot of the local tech college, and the next closest gym costs twice as much for the same quality equipment. So I go anyway.
I go, and I lift, and I watch the time. Regular as a cuckoo clock, the three dogs come striding in at 8:30 pm. We're alone together from then on.
They plunk down this boombox and crank up the volume until you can't escape the incessant, thumping hip hop. The staff can probably hear it from the lobby, but no one's ever complained about the noise. The gym closes in an hour and a half, why bother?
The dogs swarm over the equipment like the Visigoths coming over the seventh hill. They swear. They sweat. They snarl and roar out their sets. They yell in each other's faces to get those reps OUT, god damn it! They leave on the dot of 10 pm, every weight off its peg and jammed onto some machine.
"Maybe if they worked out instead of lounging behind that fucking reception desk all day, they'd have less trouble picking up after us," Caesar boasted once.
Caesar is a power lifter, which means he's the worst of the three at leaving the weights on heavy. A massive rottweiler, with a voice in the range of James Earl Jones. He wears dog tags, even though he's never been in the army. He turns a corner and you duck into a door because there's no walking around him in the same hallway.
My first two yells for a spotter were wasted competing against the blaring music. I strained. I panted. I strained again. I felt like I was stuck in an Edgar Allan Poe story with the pendulum swaying inches from my skin. I started to choke. I heaved with my lower back and managed to shove the bar upward a precious inch.
I gasped in air.
"SPOT!"
It was all I managed to say before the bar cut off my air again. I started to make pathetic, guttural choking noises. I resisted the urge to mewl like a kitten.
I nearly fell over when the bar grew lighter. It didn't rise up very much, just enough for me to breathe. I stretched my neck backward. I saw the words 'Big Dawg Team' in gold stenciled letters across a red wife beater. They looked handmade, probably with an air brush. Jay's bulging chest muscles distorted them.
Jay strikes me as more level-headed, which is probably true, considering he's the lead dog even though he's the middleweight of the pack. Jay's body is a tribute to the golden age of bodybuilding, when guys used weights to build themselves into gods instead of chemicals.
The doberman towered over me, a muscled giant standing in judgment of my weakness.
"Thanks," I panted.
"You're not outta the woods yet, pussycat. Put that bar in it's place," he said.
Jay was standing behind the bench press. One big paw was clenched around the center of the barbell, right between mine.
"I can't!" I said.
Jay growled.
"Can't? Can't is an excuse for little girls in gym class. Can't makes you weak. Can't makes you small for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?"
I sucked in air and slammed my palms up against the bar.
"HnnnnnnnRRRRRR!"
"Come on! Stop pretending to be a wimp!"
I've heard books describe someone 'seeing red,' but I never thought they meant literally. I saw red. The bar, the fluorescent lights, the ceiling, all of them contracted to a point of light in front of a faintly scarlet fog.
Agony seared my chest and arms.
"GAAAAAAAAH!!!"
CLANG!
I heaved in air. I couldn't get enough. I was going to suck all the air in the gym into my lungs in a single breath. I collapsed back onto the bench with a deep moan.
"All right! Now we're lifting!" Jay yelled.
I stared up at the bar in its cradle. I had just bench pressed 120 pounds.
I could barely sit up. I grabbed the barbell while my head whirled. I held my stomach to keep down my breakfast. I got to my feet and stared at my arm. The muscle looked ready to burst the skin. It was pumped so tight I could barely move it.
"Glad I showed you what you can really do, pussycat," Jay said.
I shook his paw and yelped. His casual pawshake left my fingers feeling numb, and I swore I felt my bones bending.
"Oops, sorry 'bout that," he said with a deep chuckle. "I forget how fragile you little guys are sometimes. You know?"
He clapped my back. I lost my balance. His grip on my shirt saved me from a nose dive into the carpet.
His grip stayed on my shirt as he strode back into the main weight room.. I watched those titan legs pumping and rippling with every step. Jay didn't wear shoes, and no wonder. His foot paws were as big as the rest of him. His workout jeans hugged his rump and thighs, tight as a drumhead, only flaring out slightly below his knees.
My teeth buzzed with the force of the bass coming from the boombox. Some sort of east coast rap.
"Get ready, ladies!" Jay bellowed as he entered, half dragging me with him. "It's game time!"
Jay finally let go of my shirt. Caesar glanced me up and down. Jay smirked down at me.
"Pussycat here tried to be Bruce Banner. Damn near killed himself."
"Still alive, though, aren't you, shorty?" Caesar said.
I nodded.
"Then you're stronger. Come on, Jay, it's your set."
Jay sat down on a flat bench, the barbell in both paws, loaded with two 45 pound weights. He snarled and belted out arm curls, sweat dripping off his chin.
I picked up my post workout shake and headed for the stairs.
"Going somewhere, shorty?"
I stopped. Caesar smirked at me, leaning over the top of the bench. The crescent shadow of his triceps twitched.
"Uh..well after that bench, I thought I'd call it a night."
"Jay just gave your muscles the biggest pump of their life. You're not done until we say you're done. Isn't that right, boys?"
Jay and Ben chuckled.
I set my shake back down.
"What do I do?"
Jay grinned, slamming the barbell back into its cradle with a loud clang.
"Don't worry, pussycat. We'll fix you up."
They did, too. Here I was, 9:30 at night, grunting like a muscle head myself in perfect sync with two pairs of biceps bulging thicker than my face to either side of me. Jay to my left, Caesar to my right.
Ben was hanging back. He's a dalmatian, and the smallest of the trio. I've fantasized about him as a centerfold model before. He has enough bulk to make your eyes water, perfectly proportioned to bunch up in all the right areas - shoulder blades, ass, legs, calves, pecs. Yet he's slimmer, more athletic than brawny, the curves of his snout and jaw gentle and almost feminine.
He's the only one of them I've ever spoken to before now. We've spotted each other a few times between his rotation in the sets with the other two. But he's no puppy. And he showed it tonight.
"Ben, are you sure about this?" Jay asked.
It was Ben's turn on the bench press. He'd loaded it for 200 pounds. Ben weighed 220.
"Don't worry, Jay. I'll let you leave the room if you can't watch me blast my way to a new record," Ben said.
Caesar shoved Jay out of the way and leaned over Ben, ready to spot.
"You ready to tackle this mother?"
The air seemed to sweat testosterone. My knees felt weak. Ben blew out his air and gripped the bar.
"Scared, Jay?" Ben teased.
Jay crossed his arms.
"Ten reps."
Ben eyed him. Jay raised an eyebrow in challenge. Ben's eyes narrowed, glaring into space.
"Go for it," Caesar said.
Ben grunted. He hoisted the bar up. I drew closer. Ben pumped out three reps and his arms locked low at his sides, barbell across his nipples.
"Oh no you don't," Caesar snarled. "Get that weight up!"
Ben's muzzle furrowed. He showed his teeth. The barbell rose.
"Five! Do it!" Caesar yelled, ready to catch the bar.
"DAH!"
The tendons in Ben's neck stood out. He looked ready to rip the barbell in half. Spit sprayed from his clenched teeth. Six. Seven. Eight.
Jay was next to Caesar, now.
"Come on, baby! Come on! Two more! COME ON!"
"DAAAAAH!"
Tears rolled down Ben's cheeks. His paws were shaking where they gripped the bar. Veins pulsed along his arms.
"Come on, Ben," I whispered.
Caesar got down in the dalmatian's face.
"IS THAT ALL? IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT, PUPPY? HUH?"
"RRRRRRRR...I'LL TEAR THIS WEIGHT TO SHREDS!" Ben roared.
Ten reps. Eleven. Twelve. Caesar and Jay helped Ben force rep the last two. They rested the weight back in its cradle almost gently. Ben was wasted. Caesar offered him a paw.
Ben gripped it. Their eyes locked. Held. Was it my imagination, or did I see Caesar give a slight nod?
Jay rubbed Ben's sweat slick back.
"That's a wrap, ladies."
They shut off the music, leaving the gym ringing in silence. They grabbed their towels. The air stank of wet, sweaty dog. Ben had left a pool of himself on the bench pad.
I retrieved my post workout shake and took a long sip. Jay and Caesar put their paws on Ben's back as he staggered toward the stairs leading to the locker room.
"Hey Ben," I called.
Ben looked at me. I handed my shake over. He snatched it and took a long pull. His eyes widened. He turned to Caesar.
"Caesar, take a swig of this shit!"
Caesar took the bottle and downed a long gulp.
"Oh fuck! Gimme more of that!"
I blushed to my toes, beaming. Jay emptied the rest of the bottle. He smiled at me.
"You make this yourself?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"It's not bad."
Ben handed me the empty bottle. One heavy arm wrapped around my waist.
"That was yummy," he said.
In his heavy, boyish voice, the statement was so adorable I couldn't help myself. I nuzzled his neck with a soft purr. I was about to stammer some kind of pathetic apology but he just smiled. He had pearly, sky blue eyes. They were puppy eyes, wide and liquid and full of play. He licked my cheek with his slimy tongue. I smelled chocolate.
"Thanks," he said.
"All right, love birds. We don't have all night," Jay called.
Jay and Ben headed downstairs.
"Hey shorty."
Caesar gave me a soft half smile and pulled off one of his fingerless gloves to shake my paw. His palm was hot as a muffin fresh from the tray.
"Come back next week. You might learn something."
I couldn't think of a word to say, so I just nodded. I entered the locker room, shucked off my clothes, showered.
Padding back into the locker room with a towel around my waist, I saw Ben. He was leaning against the wall, eyes shut while Caesar leaned toward him. Muzzles met. I saw a flash of Caesar's tongue, big and pink, vanish into Ben's mouth. The dalmatian's face writhed. Caesar was working him with that tongue, and knew exactly what he was doing. Their tails wagged in time.
Still kissing, Caesar pulled Ben into the sauna and shut the door. I stood frozen in place, my cock rubbing the inside of the towel.
Muffled sounds filtered out of the sauna. The PA system pinged and an automated message announced closing time in five minutes.
I tip toed closer to the sauna door. Yowling. Hard, rhythmic, mixed with a dull thud like a bored percussionist tapping a bass drum. The small viewing window was completely fogged over, clear droplets running down the inside of the glass.
I drew level with the door. I jumped as something sprayed the window. And I mean sprayed, like the jets of a car wash. Only this was creamy off white and a lot thicker than water.
I moaned. I scrambled into my clothes. I left my wet towel lying on a wooden bench, half jogging out the lobby doors and into the parking lot. Jay was leaning against the side of a Hummer, sipping what looked like a gallon sized jug. He nodded to me.
I gave him a wave and then ducked through the trees bordering the south side of the gym, heading for home.
I shut the front door and leaned my back against it, gasping. With a loud moan I finally tore open my pants and grabbed my cock. I came in three strokes, a great arching shoot that landed on the rug by the foot of the stairs.
Now that's incentive, I thought. Every time you break a new personal best, you get fucked until you scream by a huge, strong, sweaty dog's love sausage.
I shut my eyes.
How hard do I have to work out to get that?
The Friday night workout left me so sore Saturday morning it was all I could to do make the meals I would need to help my body recover and bulk up.
Sunday, I made a decision. I went to the store and bought three protein shake bottles identical to mine. I bought extra whey powder, a full bunch of bananas, and a small bottle of vodka. That's my secret ingredient. Gives the shake a nice, little kick.
My workout bag sloshed as I reached the gym Monday evening. It was twice as heavy as normal. The gym was quiet for a Monday. Mondays seem to be the universal busy days for gyms, as if all the suburbanites realize they've been off their diet over the weekend and need to hit the gym to convince themselves that they're still determined to loose weight. It was a picture perfect night, and I could smell barbeque in the air.
I entered the locker room at 8:15. Caesar and Jay were there, slipping on their workout shirts. Jay grinned when he saw me.
"Well, look who's here. How's it hanging, pussycat?"
The dog didn't have a sophisticated bone in his body. I spoke without even thinking.
"For you it never is."
The expression on my face must have been priceless once I realized what I'd done. Caesar's bellowing laughter shook the locker room. Jay just smiled at me, a sly close-lipped thing that made my statement all too literal.
"Hope you're not bragging, pussycat," he said. He grabbed his crotch. His fingers didn't even close all the way. "Unless you think you have me beat."
"Sorry I'm late, bros."
I turned around.
Ben was wearing a pair of skintight short shorts that did nothing to cover the goods they were supposed to conceal. It looked like a bicycle tire, sprouting from beneath his rounded abs, leading the eye down to his thick, meaty legs with their black spots.
Ben slowly sucked on a blue popsicle. He walked toward us. Caesar leaned toward Jay.
"Is it me or did he get bigger over the weekend?"
"Lookin' good, Big Ben," Jay called.
Ben smiled and ran his tongue up the underside of the popsicle. He looked at me.
"What do you think, bobby cat?"
His sculpted ass swayed as he sauntered forward. His eight pack abs were visible through his worn white sleeveless shirt. There were paint spots streaked across the chest area. My tongue flopped uselessly in my mouth. He smiled, standing with the top of his belt line touching my fly.
"Do you think I look good?" he asked.
He rolled the popsicle in a slow spin between his lips.
"Oh stop teasing him, Ben," Jay said. "Get changed and get upstairs. I want a repeat of your Hercules act from Friday."
"You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" Ben said, smiling, stroking the melting ice cream tip down the center of his tongue. He was speaking to me.
I just nodded.
"Then let's get this party started," he said.
He turned to his own locker, banging it open with a fist. I didn't see where the other dogs went. I was too focused on keeping my hard-on down long enough to slip into my gym shorts.
Ben leaned over my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me. I was swallowed by bulging, meaty biceps the color of cookies and cream. He nibbled the tip of my ear with his cold lips. His breath danced across my whiskers. He forced the popsicle between my lips.
"Hope you're ready, bobbycat," he murred.
His tongue caught a stray drop of ice cream dripping down my lip.
Ben left me. My eyes crept open. Jay put a paw on my shoulder.
"Why don't you go take a cold shower while I and the boys set up?" he said.
My ears flattened. I felt the ancient feline urge to wash myself, it was so bad.
All three of them chuckled. Jay's fingers massaged up against the base of the back of my neck.
"Don't take too long. You don't wanna miss all the fun."
The cold water of the shower slapped my chest and face. I had it turned all the way to the right. My skin grew numb beneath the fur. A few more minutes, and I would have confessed everything to them. How I watched them working out for three years, watched them expand like giants while I gained inches. Wondered and fantasized.
Up until Friday, my only clue had been a lack of any rings on their fingers. They never mentioned wives or children, either. They didn't seem to talk about much other than pumping iron.
Nothing was helping. I stared down at my bobbing shaft, growing hard in the stream of icy water.
I would have to plan my move carefully. I didn't want to come off as a slut, but these weren't the sort of guys you wanted to show hesitation to, either. They were used to taking what they wanted.
I dried off and pulled on my gym outfit. I checked my fur in the mirror. I padded up the stairs to start pre workout stretches.
The dogs were setting out their boombox when I arrived. They were waiting for me. Waiting until I was ready to work. I had been officially adopted into their inner circle.
"Come on over, shorty. I need your help with this," Caesar called.
He handed me a red bandanna, and then turned the living wall of his back toward me. His muscles bulged visibly through his shirt.
"Too tall for ya?" he chuckled. He sat down on a bench while I stood behind him and tied his bandanna in place. That protein shake must have really impressed him.
No more talk, other than to urge each other to pump out more reps, more sets, greater weight. I never considered myself the type of rabid jock these dogs were. But there I was, snarling and shouting and swearing along with them.
"Great set, pussycat! Great set!" Jay shouted, rubbing my sore shoulders as I dropped the barbell back onto its cradle. "Why don't you go help Ben with his squats?"
Ben had one pumped arm draped over the bar in the squat cage.
"I don't know if I'm strong enough to spot you, Ben," I said.
Ben flashed me that adorable, impish smile of his, blue eyes dancing.
"Just watch my form."
Ben limbered himself up. He stretched his bulging arms behind his head, lats flaring out like a cobra's hood. His head was almost hidden by the swelling muscles of his delts. He blew out a sharp breath of air, twisting to the side. Shredded obloquies and abs that swelled with definition swayed before my eyes.
He spit into his palms and tucked his back under the squat bar. He had a total of four 90 pound weights loaded onto each side. The bar itself was bending into a bow from the force.
Ben bent down into his first squat and shot back up again with a snarl. He dropped into his next one. His slender tail stood at full attention above his full, luscious bubble butt, every detail accentuated under the straining denim of his short shorts, the round knobs of his testicles visible between his legs every time he hit his lowest point.
I blinked in surprise when the PA announced 10:00. Ben let the squat bar fall from his shoulders with a satisfied groan. It landed on the lower supports with an ear-splitting BANG.
We were all panting. Our shirts were a shade darker from all the sweat they'd absorbed. I could smell it radiating off the canine muscles like heat.
It was time to make my move. I headed for the stairs without a word. I expected Jay to stop me, but I heard his heavy foot paws stomping behind me a few seconds later, and where he went, the other dogs followed.
The locker room felt smaller, somehow. There wasn't near enough space to accommodate three huge, pumped gym dogs as well as me. Ben fanned his shirt to cool himself, which filled the air with his musky scent.
I opened my locker and smiled at the four protein shakes inside. I turned around, looking at the dogs. I had to suppress a giggle. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Are they all for me, daddy? Yes, son. They're all yours.
"Hey boys," I said, "you want a little something to cool off?"
I sipped my protein shake and stepped to the side, revealing my locker. Their ears rose. I smiled.
"I might consider sharing them. My special mix."
"All right, pussycat," Jay smirked, "what do we have to do to get them?"
"Nothing, really," I said, giving Jay a slow once-over as I drank again. "I just a little persuasion."
The three big dogs looked at each other. I could almost see the naughty thoughts coursing through them. I watched their crotches. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Jay moved forward. He got right up next to me, just on the other side of the wooden bench that ran down the center of the lockers. He took a deep breath and raised those arms.
I'd been prepared for a beef show. But seeing biceps bigger than your head on proud display less than a foot away is something no one can ever be ready for. Jay's biceps grew and grew in front of my eyes, lats widening to completely fill his shirt. I even saw a hint of his obloquies, a series of ebony diamonds I'd only ever seen in a comic book.
Jay chuckled and turned to the side, bringing his arms down into a side chest pose that made his shirt audibly stretch against those pecs.
"Do I pass?" he asked.
"With flying colors," I moaned.
Jay pumped those muscles one last time and relaxed, chuckling. His heavy, hot body brushed mine as he grabbed his shake. My own bottle lay forgotten and half empty on the floor at my feet.
Ben started forward but Caesar gripped him on the shoulder and muscled his way in front. He stood in front of me. Towered might be a better word.
"You little playboy," he sneered, "I know what you really want."
He yanked his muscle shirt away from his nipple.
"Do it."
I pursed my lips to wet them. I shut my eyes. My body was trembling. I cupped that warm flesh with my mouth, kissing the flat oval around the base of his nipple while the bud hardened against my tongue.
"nnnnnnnfff!" I said.
Caesar chuckled.
"Taste how sweaty that is, puss? Like licking sausage, isn't it?"
I opened my mouth to pull away and let him get his shake. A big paw suddenly grabbed my head fur between my ears. Sharp pain shot into my scalp. Caesar's big knuckles and tendons bunched, my fur sticking out from between his clenched fingers. He shoved me back onto that nipple and began to smear my face in a slow circle.
"You think you're in charge here, don't you, shorty? Always in control. I'll bet you even top in bed. How's it feel to be the bitch for a change?"
I felt precum running like piss down my leg. I could barely breathe. My head was spinning. I heard these strange, deep meows and realized they were the reason my throat was getting raw.
"Caesar!" Ben called, "Bad dog!"
"Damn right!" Caesar shot back.
All three of them laughed.
He leaned down, snarling low in my ear.
"Who'd have thought a prissy little cat would dig a bunch of gym dogs?"
He let me go, shoving me against the lockers. I opened my eyes. He was grinning at me, a huge warm boyish grin. He winked and reached down to grab his shake.
I needed a minute to recover from that. My heart was a bird floundering beneath my ribs. I felt my breath steady. Ben came last.
"You should have known better than to try and play Caesar," Ben admonished. "Jay's a good sport about that sort of thing. But Caesar? Caesar's not playful."
"And what about you, Ben?" I asked, smiling up at him, my paws clutching the locker behind me.
Ben's cool blue eyes wrinkled upward in a gentle smile. I was so focused on him I didn't notice Jay. I yelped when Jay held me from behind. His hard pecs pressed to the back of my head, sweat making his shirt stick to mine. His big paws held my wrists as if placing me under arrest.
I opened my paws and lid them up under his shirt, bumping the ridges of his abs. He murred like a motorcycle engine.
Ben bent his head and I shut my eyes as he kissed me. His lips were cream. They were mother's milk. Smooth and sweet, tender, slow, one of those kisses you see in the old black and white romances that go on for five minutes while the credits roll. I was writhing in Jay's grip while the big doberman nuzzled the back of my neck.
I felt myself about to cum. They let me go, suddenly and at once. The shock of the fresh air kept me from orgasm at the last second. I was left reeling, clutching the frame of the open locker.
Ben opened his paw and Jay tossed him his shake.
My three dogs suckled their shakes while I recovered. They kept looking at me, and with the eyes of three studs sizing me up, I couldn't help blushing all over again.
Jay finished his shake with a satisfied belch. He wiped his smirking lips.
"Caesar," he said.
"Yo."
"Lock the door."
Caesar grinned and walked out of sight. I heard the click of a deadbolt. The lights dimmed. Closing time. The staff would be making their final rounds. The door to the men's locker room would be locked. They would assume it had been checked.
I was alone, locked in with Jay, Caesar, and Ben until morning.
"Ben?" Jay prompted.
Ben nodded and headed out of sight the opposite way, deeper into the locker rooms. A gym bag rustled. Jay smiled at me.
"You're not the only one who planned a surprise, pussycat."
Jay grabbed my crotch. It leapt for him, a single hard throb that made my mouth open. His fingers slowly squeezed me over and over.
"Hurry up, Ben!" Jay called.
"Okay, okay, fuck," Ben said.
He reappeared and slapped Jay's paw away. He pressed something into my paw. I looked down at the tape measure.
Caesar reappeared.
"Smallest stud first," he said, gesturing to Ben.
"Fuck you," Ben answered, and stripped off his shirt.
They made me measure them. Everywhere. I wrapped the tape around their three huge chests, around their tight hourglass waists, around their rippling, monster thighs. They taunted me, letting me almost get the measurement of their bicep before flexing it even harder, swelling the muscle even larger, forcing me to measure again. They whispered in my ear.
"Rite of initiation tonight, pussycat."
"You're not leaving until I've ploughed your ass, shorty."
"No one's going to hear you scream, little kitty. No one but us."
It made me fumble the tape every time. And whenever I did, they would smirk and say,
"Measure it again."
It took nearly an hour to satisfy them all. When it was done, I was a mess. My sweat was dry, making my fur stick out and itch. I ached for a shower. My shorts were soaked in my own precum.
I handed Jay the rolled up tape measure. Jay closed my fingers back over it.
"Who said you were done, pussycat?"
"I've measured everything!" I protested.
The three big dogs chuckled in unison.
"Not everything,," Caesar said.
They shucked their gym shorts.
Last time I saw cocks like that was the Discovery Channel. Ben gave Caesar a sly smile.
"Still think I'm the smallest?"
Jay spread his thighs and pointed.
I got to my knees on the wooden bench. I unrolled the tape measure and pressed the cool metal clip at its end to the base of Jay's soft penis. He had a human style penis, cut. My favorite. It looked like a big long chocolate bar, ribbed and veined. Ten inches.
"Over here, cat," Caesar called. He planted one big foot on the bench and cupped his package in his palm. Caesar was uncut. As it turned out, he was also the smallest, measuring in at eight inches, soft.
Ben didn't need to display his. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, hanging down like a soft white worm with a pink head and a slit like the lips of a lover. He nonchalantly had his paws behind his back as I measured him. Twelve inches soft and as wide as a coke can. Ben's balls hung low, swaying softly to bump his thighs. My mouth was watering.
"You hang with the dogs, cat, you've gotta learn the commands," Jay said, slowly stroking himself. He pointed to a spot on the bench equidistant from all three cocks.
"Stay."
I stayed. I was walled off on three sides by hardening dog meat. Jay to my right, Caesar to my left, and the godly hung dalmatian front and center. My mouth hung open as I tried to keep my breathing steady.
They stroked for me, pumping up and down, sometimes switching paws or reaching over to stroke each other. I reached between my legs and Caesar slapped my ears.
"Don't even think about it, cat."
I mewed and gripped my legs. Jay's hard cock touched my cheek. I turned my head and Jay pushed me away from it.
"No, you don't get that, either."
I focused on Ben. With his cock hard, I could get a good look at those gorgeous balls. Perfect spheres of man juice tucked in a wide sack with a dusting of pubic fur. Ben's cock reached to the bottom of his chest, fully hard.
"Now finish the job you started," Ben said with a grin.
I gripped the tape measure. Jay, twelve inches. Caesar, ten inches. Ben...Ben's monster cock topped the charts at fourteen inches and almost half a foot wide.
A drop of precum oozed down Ben's shaft as I finished measuring it. Ben smiled and pushed his finger against the bead of pre. He ran the finger back up his shaft, following the trail to his tip, then leaned over, cupped the back of my head, and pushed his finger into my mouth.
I came.
"How's he taste, pussycat?"
"God, Jay...he's...he's sweet! Does Ben like fruit, by any chance?" I asked.
Ben giggled and rubbed my snout with the side of his glorious member.
"Yep. And you look like a nice, ripe plum to pop."
"How long does it take you to recharge?" Caesar asked.
"Ten minutes," I said.
Jay arched his eyebrows.
"Small and rapid-fire, huh?"
I blushed.
"Something like that," I said.
"I'm not waiting another ten fuckin' minutes," Caesar said.
He stroked the foreskin back from his thick black shaft. His head was a deep purple and shone like a polished grape.
He took a step toward me. Jay grabbed my neck fur and growled. Not at me, at Caesar. The low, deep warning growl that meant business.
"You wait your turn."
For a moment, their eyes locked in challenge.
"All right, just hurry the fuck up," Caesar muttered.
"I'll take all the fucking time I want to," Jay snarled. "Don't think I can't fuck you into submission, bitch. I want you front and center to watch."
Jay shoved me down onto the bench. My nipples rubbed the polished wood.
"Foreplay's over, pussycat," he said in a gentler tone.
I shut my eyes and raised my tail. Jay murred and rubbed my rump.
"God, boys, he looks nice and tight and juicy."
Ben whined. Caesar obediently crouched beside Jay to watch.
Jay's big warm thighs cupped my waist. I felt his cock slither over my ass cheeks, bumping the base of my tail, his heavy testicles grinding softly on the backs of my legs. I spread myself wider for him, hooking my knees around the edge of the bench.
"Ben, fetch," Jay said.
Ben hurried out of sight and returned with a massive tube of Astroglide. It was like an oversized tube of toothpaste. It sputtered as Ben squirted a mound of it into his open palm.
Ben lubed Jay up. I could hear them kissing, and the slick little cracks of the lube sticking to Jay's shaft. Ben pushed his lubed fingers between my cheeks. I moaned and clutched the bench harder. His fingers circled my pucker. He shoved his thumb inside my ass, slowly turning his wrist back and forth as if dialing a radio.
"Oh God," I moaned.
Caesar bent forward, unable to resist. I hugged his neck as we kissed. Hard, erotic, messy kisses where tongues wrestled and teeth clacked. I grabbed onto his floppy ear like a handle, twisting it. Caesar growled.
"Mmmm.fuck yeah," he rumbled and kissed me again.
Jay shoved him away from me, panting. Caesar stroked himself on his knees and waited.
Jay lowered his bulk on top of me. I shut my eyes, waiting for the initial plunge. Jay was surprisingly gentle. He pushed slow and firm into me, wanting as little pain as possible, which I appreciated.
"See?" Jay murred in my ear, "I'm a good doggie."
"Oh Jay," I whispered.
Jay rocked his hips, grinding that sexy meat around in my ass. It had been a couple of years since I'd been a bottom, and it had never felt this good.
Jay had me writhing on that bench in under five minutes. He was an absolute master of the fuck. He knew just how to twist, just how to angle himself into me for maximum friction.
I had vague impressions of Ben and Caesar to either side of me, pawing themselves hard as they watched.
Jay started to get into it. His rocking grew into firm thrusts. He pushed himself up on his paws, making his cock rise up inside me and it begin to punch my prostate.
"AH! AH! Oh...GOD! AH!"
Was that me? It sounded like me.
"Nnnnfff! Rrrrrr...who's your lead dog, pussycat?"
"Oohh..Jay! JAY! Oh GOD! FUCK ME HARDER!"
But Jay was merciless. He'd told Caesar he was going to take his time, and he did. He was like a storm, building slowly, sometimes catching me off guard with a lighting hard fuck, giving me a hint of what his muscles could really do to me if he wanted.
He hugged me against him, burying me in his hard, warm flesh, letting me feel it flex and dance against my fur. I mewed. I rode the edge of orgasm like a surfer.
At last, Jay gave a few short, hard fucks and groaned. My ass filled with warmth, making it tight and almost painful to have his cock in there at the same time. He must have shot a whole pint of cum into me. I could feel it beginning to ooze back along his shaft towards the entrance.
Jay kissed me behind my ear, snorting. I melted on the bench, feeling sticky warmth on my belly. My cum. I hadn't even noticed myself shooting.
"Enjoy the show, boys?" Jay murred, flexing his loins and giving me one last, playful, hard fuck. I grunted.
Neither of them answered, other than a few panting affirmatives. Jay pulled out of me. A puddle of cum squirted from my tightening pucker. I could feel it under my legs.
"Caesar," Jay said.
Caesar got to his feet and took Jay's place. My eyes shot open.
"Now?" I cried.
Jay's smile was evil. He knelt to my left.
"Don't worry, pussycat, you'll get a nice long drink of water and a shower once all three of us have had you."
"But..but..." I stuttered.
Jay leaned forward. He pushed my face down onto his flexed bicep.
"Lick."
I groaned, shut my eyes, and started working. It was huge, bigger than I could stretch my jaws to accommodate. Firm and pliant to my tongue.
"Silly little cat. You just don't understand, do you? We didn't invite you to join us as an equal."
Jay might have been discussing a new workout routine, casual as you please.
"You're gonna be our little gym banger. Our own personal boy toy. And if you're very good about it, we'll even take you home with us from time to time."
Jay pulled his arm away. Caesar's massive, sweaty paw pushed me back down onto the bench.
"Spread 'em, shorty."
I squeezed my eyes shut and got back into position.
Caesar's paw stayed on the back of my head. He entered me so hard there was a wet farting sound as compressed air was shoved out of the way.
I screamed.
Caesar crushed me to the bench with his full weight. He must have been close to 300 pounds, maybe more. And he absolutely stank. Wet dog sweat and sex musk flooded my nose and mouth.
Caesar was a vocal fucker. Loud, deep, short grunting barks, over and over as he rammed me like a jack hammer. Ben was right. He was not playful.
"You enjoying this, bitch?" he panted. "You were so feisty before. Don't tell me Jay wore you out."
I don't know. Maybe I secretly wanted to impress him. Maybe I was hoping to get on his good side again, that glimpse of a gentler giant I had seen the day before. I gritted my teeth and started to buck backward.
"OHHH! OHHH FUCK! OHHH YEAH, KITTY!" Caesar roared.
His animalistic style was infectious. My lip curled back.
"Work me, you big dog. Show these puppies how a real man fucks."
Caesar grabbed my shoulders for better leverage. It was a good thing I hadn't worked my lower abs too hard that day, because I was certainly working them now. I gave back as much as Caesar gave me, adrenaline and my hardening cock lending me strength.
Caesar's dog tags clattered and slapped me with cold steel. I had to grab the metal supports of the bench to stay on it. My nipples rubbed raw as I was jerked back and forth.
Again, hot warmth in my depths. Caesar roared. Slammed me and roared again. And again. He was milking me, milking my tight ass for every ounce of cum he could get into it. His sweat and drool dripped onto my back, my neck. When he finally pulled off, my soaked fur grew cold with the fresh air hitting it.
Caesar and Ben high fived as they switched places. It was time for the grand finale. Now that I was nice and stretched, I was ready for Ben.
"Poor kitty, look what they've done to you," Ben cooed, petting my fur as he straddled me.
Ben cupped my small pecs in his paws and drew me backward, as if feeding me to his cock. I sucked air in a drawn out gasp. Sure, I'd known he was big. But now I was feeling all those inches. Now my ass was yawning wide like it was trying to deliver a baby.
Ben licked my cheek and my ears, bathing me with his tongue. This dog knew something about feline psychology, I realized. I was unconsciously melting into those licks, starting to purr and relax.
He kept the tongue bath up until his fat cockhead was nicely buried in my ass. He flexed his cock.
"NNNnnnnh!" I cried.
He did it again. He was showing off his size for me. Letting me get used to it. It made sense. Such a hung dog would have to learn how to relax his partners, how to get them to trust him enough to even consider taking such a big cock.
When he sensed I was ready, he pushed in the first few inches. His paws gently cupped mine in an intimate embrace. He kept up the soft kisses to my neck and back.
Ohhh, this dog is a giver, I realized.
Ben didn't care what the other dogs thought of his sexual prowess. He didn't use his partner's pleasure as a status symbol. All he cared about was making his bottom happy. A happy bottom turned him on, and made him equally happy.
"Go ahead, Ben," I whispered. "I'm ready for more."
Ben pushed deeper. He kept it up until I told him to stop. This went on twice more before I felt his crotch and balls against my ass. Ben smiles and nuzzled my cheek.
"How's that feel, bobby?" he murred.
"I've never taken anyone this big before," I said.
He grinned. With all the dog semen in my ass, he didn't need any lube. Wet squelching mixed with our moans. Ben kept himself bent over me so I could feel his hot body working against me. His abs rubbed my ass like a washing board.
I got a glimpse of Caesar and Jay. Their fond expressions told me they knew exactly how I was feeling. Ben was the pack sweetheart, and they loved him.
Caesar circled behind us to get a look at Ben's spotted ass flexing as he drove himself home in me.
"Fuck, that's hot," he said, reaching between Ben's legs to cup his balls.
Ben slapped Caesar's paw away.
"You had your turn, big dog," he snarled. "This pussy's mine, now."
Ben fucked me rougher, biting my neck possessively.
What the hell, I thought, grinning.
"Oh, Ben, I'm yours," I moaned, playing along.
That got a rise out of him. Ben shot precum hard against my prostate and began to loose some of his gentle finesse. We were in the home stretch. Even with the pleasure soaring toward orgasm, Ben still instinctively adjusted his lovemaking to get the loudest cries he could out of me.
I didn't care about safety any more.
"Ben," I moaned. "I want it hard. Show me what that monster can do!"
Ben growled. My eyes grew wide. It felt like a steel pole being slammed into my body. I felt sunbursts behind my eyes. Too much, too MUCH! I couldn't just moan any more.
I shrieked. I screamed. I yowled Ben's name. My claws dug long furrows in the wooden bench.
At the height of it, that heavenly point just before you feel yourself explode, Ben yanked my head to the side and kissed me. We came together, an erotic duet bursting between our muzzles while our tongues danced to it.
Ben drew back. I gasped.
"Oh, Ben," I whispered.
Ben just smiled and flashed me a wink. In his mind, he was the winner of fuck-the-bobcat.
The dogs let me get up. I groaned. My entire body felt like tenderized meat. I was sticky and slimy with cum all the way up to my chin. More cum leaked from my pounded ass down between my legs.
Someone handed me a water bottle. I drained it, then leaned against a locker to catch my breath.
A big, warm arm steadied me behind my back. Caesar led me step by step to the showers. He was so gentle, I looked up at him in surprise.
Caesar just grinned and kissed me.
"You want some help scrubbing down?" he asked.
I nodded.
Caesar positioned me under the shower head and adjusted the water to a pleasantly warm level. His big paws massaged my body, soaping me and then rubbing my fur with a net sponge.
I looked into those big, brown eyes as he gently scrubbed circles over my chest.
"Caesar?"
He softly smiled.
"What? Can't I have my soft moments, too?"
I blushed, cupping my new hard on behind my paws.
"I didn't think you had a soft bone in your body."
"Mmaww.." Caesar drew me against him.
We hugged under the warm water. He felt my throbbing cock against his massive thigh and laughed.
"God damn, shorty! Aren't you ever finished?"
I gripped his bare ass and squeezed.
"The night's still young, stud."
He gave a playful "grrrrr.." and pushed me to the wall.
The second round is always more pornographic than the first. Now my blood was up. Now it was my turn to show this big dog a thing or two.
I cupped his waist with my thighs and dug my claws into his thick back muscles as he kissed, yanking him even harder against me. His thick penis slapped my navel before he began to hump me with it.
"Whoa, kitty!" he murred deeply, "So, you LIKE it rough, huh?"
I suckled on his hard bicep.
"Shut up and fuck me, papa dog," I cooed.
"Grrrrr..you handled us pretty well one at a time, bitch," he snarled. "But that's the trouble with dogs. We work in packs."
Caesar turned and barked toward the locker rooms. Jay and Ben came in.
Jay smirked.
"Since when do you share, Caesar?"
Caesar leered back at him.
"Fine, stay in the locker room and fuck."
"Dibs on his mouth," Jay said. Caesar grabbed me by my shoulders and shoved me off him.
I moaned as I landed hard on my ass and felt Caesar shove me to the floor with his foot.
"You gonna be a good little bitch for us, pussy?"
I grinned.
"Yes, sir!"
Ben picked me up under my arms. He shut off the water. I curled my legs up under myself like a kitten. I loved how they handled me like a doll.
We headed into the sauna. I began to wonder just how often the gym custodian had cleaned up after these three. Within minutes, the air was a dense fog from our steaming bodies.
Ben took a seat, holding me in his lap.
"You're hungry for cock, aren't you, pussy?" Jay murred.
"Yes, sir," I purred.
Caesar sat down. Jay sat front ways in Caesar's lap, their hard cocks pressed underside to underside. I crawled out of Ben's embrace and grasped the two cocks with both paws.
"Lube us up."
Ben cupped the back of my head and began to push me down. I shut my eyes. Their cock heads fought for entrance against my lips. I took in Caesar first. Then I turned my head and, with a small thrust from Jay, both of them wedged into my muzzle.
Ben pushed me down a few inches. It was all I could take without tearing tendons. Jay's cock pinned my tongue immobile. Caesar's slid along Jay's rubbing the ridges at the roof of my mouth.
I felt a familiar, fat warmth against my pucker. It was impossible for me to swear. Jay and Caesar put their paws both on my head as if to prevent me from trying to escape.
Ben was inside me again. He was gentle, twice as gentle as last time. A sudden hard jerk of his legs and I would have injuries to my mouth and my ass.
I groaned around the two cocks. They pushed deeper. I heard rather than saw Jay and Caesar making out above me. Their deep messy Frenching made their cocks swell and pulse against the back of my throat. Caesar spurted pre. It gushed against Jay's cockhead and Jay snarled in pleasure.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"He's close," Ben murmured.
"Oh no you don't, shorty," Caesar said.
He slid out of my mouth. Jay followed. I gasped in air, the two wet pillars of man knocking gently against either side of my face. Ben humped me a few more times before pulling free, leaving my ass gaping and stretched nice and loose.
Jay and Caesar each gripped me under an arm. They lifted me into the air and lowered me downward. Never look down, they say. I looked down. A pair of slimy, huge dog dicks were aimed at my ass like cruise missiles. Their puckered lips seemed to smile up at me hungrily.
They turned me, my front to Jay, my back to Caesar. I cried out, clutching at Jay's sweaty chest.
"Closer," Jay murred.
Caesar wriggled tighter against Jay. Jay squeezed the huge rottweiler's waist with his thighs, toes meeting just above Caesar's rump. They lowered me downward. Twin bumps pushed the top and bottom of my pucker.
I bent my head to Jay's chest and shut my eyes. The musky sweat of his pecs calmed me, helped me relax. Helped me take their cockheads. I heard a duo of groans. They paused. They pressed deeper.
There I was, sweat rolling off my body, sandwiched between a pair of hung, muscular dogs and slowly being worked by their cocks.
We rocked together like a ship on a swell. By now we were all moaning, a symphony of lust. I was too far gone to wonder about Ben. I imagined him pawing that huge shaft as he watched us.
Jay gave a loud groan. Wrong guess.
I opened my eyes for a peek. Ben flashed me a coy smile over Jay's shoulder and then shut those baby blue eyes to fuck Jay deeper. His paws rubbed up and down Jay's abs, brushing my own.
The sounds alone were sending me over the edge. Deep bass rumbles and moans, gasps, whispered sex talk, the wet slap of lips and tongues, the sticky sound of cocks thudding in and out of tight ass holes.
I soared toward ecstasy. I must have cried out, because I felt three pairs of paws on my back, shoulders, and face, stroking me and encouraging me. They wanted me to cum first.
Jay and Caesar hilted me, cocks massaging each other within my ass. Their balls ground on my rump.
That was it for me. My cum flew upwards like a white streamer of surrender. I arched my back, clutching Caesar's waist. The huge rottweiler hugged me from behind, groaning and urging me onward in a deep, sultry voice, slurred with his own pleasure.
The cum spattered over my body, over Jays' chest. Jay kissed me. Caesar kissed me.
"Come on, big boys," I moaned. "Let's finish this."
The fucking grew more serious. Finesse was replaced by raw power. The seas of pleasure grew choppy, and our little boat of lovers bumped up and down on it until the big wave came, and all three dogs began to yowl.
First Ben went. Clutching at Jay, whining and shouting against his back. That sent Jay over the edge. My ass grew tight and stuffed with hot liquid. Utterly delicious feeling, that.
Caesar, true to everything else he did, cummed hard and loud. I was crushed by his bulging arms and pecs. He snarled loudly.
"FUCK!" he roared.
For having the smallest cock, Caesar made up for it with the biggest load of all. Kudos to his balls, I got another pint of his man sauce up my ass. Cum began to weep from my butt crack, slicking the exit of Jay and then Caesar.
We all four lay together in the heat, panting and massaging each other, bathing in that golden, dreamy fog that always follows the best sex.
I let out a soft giggle.
"What?" Jay murred.
"It's funny," I said. "I never used to like hot dogs."
All three of them groaned. Caesar even cuffed me across the ears for that one. I suppose I deserved it.
Afterward, we showered. No longer shy about expressing my admiration for their bodies, I laid on the praise with the soap. I felt like a zookeeper bathing his charges. And such beautiful charges. Even after the sauna, I couldn't get enough of all that muscle.
Food was a problem that Caesar tackled. He'd stuffed his gym bag with protein bars. There must have been ten different flavors. We chowed them down amid the dark lockers and left the wrappers on the floor for the poor janitor.
Even after the love fest, we still had a good six hours to kill before the gym reopened. There wasn't a good place to lie down with all that hard tile.
We moved things back into the sauna, turning the heat down to a more tolerable level. Ben brought the gym bags stuffed with our clothes to serve as a pillow. Caesar lay on the floor, Ben nestled under one arm, Jay under the other. I got the place of honor on top. Caesar's deep breathing and steady heartbeat pulled me to sleep.
A sharp rap on the sauna window stirred the dog pile. I whimpered and buried my face deeper in Caesar's pecs. The knocking was insistent.
"All right, all right, fuck...." Caesar growled.
He began to sit up, which forced the rest of us to move. Caesar opened the door, still buck naked, and blinked sleepily down at the janitor.
"You...I...."
The sewn badge on his grey jumpsuit said "Pedro." Pedro was short, skinny, and dark-furred. He backed away from Caesar, nearly falling over.
Jay came out of the sauna next, and smirked down at the tiny raccoon.
"Problem, amigo?"
Ben joined them, putting his arms around their wide backs. Pedro blushed and pretended he'd meant to clean the women's locker room first.
I got three deep good morning kisses before I palmed open my locker and took out my clothes.
"You guys want to go out for breakfast? My treat," I said.
"Sure, pussycat!" Jay spoke for all three.
For bodybuilders, breakfast is the biggest meal of the day. The waffle house we targeted had been enjoying a quiet morning until we showed up. All three line cooks were scrambling to fill out the order my dogs placed with the stunned server.
Six hungry man specials later, Caesar got up, announcing that he had to take a piss. A few minutes later, Ben joined him. I eyed Jay.
Jay chuckled.
"Well, don't just sit there, pussycat. We've got one last little surprise for you."
I took Jay's big paw and followed him into the bathroom. It was an ugly ass bathroom. Shit brown brick walls and floor, dim yellowish light fixtures. Smoke stains on the ceiling and graffiti etched into the toilet stall.
The three dogs stood in a loose ring. Jay guided me to the center.
"Now be a good cat and take off your clothes."
By now I was getting used to being naked in a public place. I stripped and handed my clothes to Ben, who set them on the sink.
"Kneel."
My knees touched the warm, hard floor. Their zippers opened up. I watched the trio of dicks sway toward me.
Three semi-hard shafts began to caress my face. I murred and raised my paws to grip Jays' rump in my left and Caesar's in my right. Crotch musk filled my nostrils. I felt the cocks begin to throb and stiffen.
I turned my head and kissed one. I began a round robin of blowjobs, moving from smallest to largest. It lasted ten rounds before Caesar stopped me from sucking him off again with a paw on my forehead.
I sank back onto my knees while the three dogs reached down to grip each other's cocks. I watched the ring of hard shafts like a prisoner of war watching the barrels of the guns.
They timed it, stroking each other carefully closer to the edge but never letting themselves go over. Once all three of them were sweating, panting, wavering, Jay looked down at me.
"Fire in the hole," he said.
All three dogs moaned. Three cocks shot white cream. It oozed down the back of my head, over my eyes, down my muzzle. Caesar shoved his cumming head against my cheek while Ben stroked him hard, pouring rottie seed down my neck.
I swiped cum off my face and grabbed my shaft.
"Yeah, stroke it for us."
"Show us that cute little cum shot."
"Work it, shorty. Work it hard."
I mewed, I moaned, I fell to the floor, cum still leaking from my shaft. I accepted a paw up from Jay.
"Get some toilet paper," Jay said to Ben.
They silently helped me clean myself up. One by one, they kissed me and left the bathroom. Caesar was last.
The big dog's brown eyes were soft, almost shy as he smiled at me.
"You're a great sport, shorty," he rumbled.
He petted me like a housecat. His big paw yanked open the bathroom door. It shut silently behind him.