Never Skip Leg Day

Kol, an impressive muscled fox specimen, loved going to the gym on weekday afternoons. The quiet atmosphere allowed him to focus on his exercises while listening to music on his earbuds, undisturbed by the noisy crowds that tended to populate the gym on weekends. Those "bros" annoyed him, constantly showing off in front of the mirrors, taking pictures of themselves, and often using the equipment incorrectly, risking injury. It just pissed him off.

On this particular Wednesday, Kol was grateful for the peaceful environment, which enabled him to concentrate on working out his back muscles. He started with the upright cable-pulley machine, appreciating the fact that he could do quick sets without needing to move between machines. However, his solitude was soon interrupted.

Despite trying to focus on his traps, Kol could sense someone standing behind him. He tried to brush off the unsettling sensation that was causing his neck hairs to rise, hoping the person would just go away and leave him in peace. But his hopes were dashed when he felt a tap on his shoulder. With a grunt, he turned around to find a young dalmatian pup talking at him and pointing to the machine.

His eyes fell upon a young dalmatian pup, his spotted coat a stark contrast against the dark grey gym equipment. The pup's white fur was marked with black spots, and his pink nose added to his youthful, innocent appearance. Kol noticed that the pup was shorter than most his age, and his slender frame was accentuated by the thick glasses he wore, which seemed to magnify his wide-eyed curiosity. The pup's movements were animated, visibly nervous, as he spoke to Kol and pointed to the machine.

The blaring house music was abruptly cut off as Kol removed one of his earbuds, replacing it with the sound of the young dalmatian pup's rapid-fire chatter. The cub's words tumbled out excitedly, "... starting High School next year and I wanna get stronger first. I sort of get the mechanics of it, but I really don't know the machines. There are so many and you seem to know what you are doing. So I hope this is the right...," Kol raised a hand to cut off the words that were rushing out of the cub' mouth.

Kol raised his hand, effectively silencing the pup's barrage of words. With a gruff, no-nonsense tone, he asked, "What do you want?" He hoped his firm approach would make the youngster leave him alone, allowing him to continue his peaceful workout.

However, Kol realized he may have been too harsh when the young dalmatian let out a squeaky, mouse-like sound. The pup's body language suggested he was torn between fight or flight, with the latter option clearly winning out. Seeing the fear and uncertainty in the cub's eyes, Kol was reminded of his own first experience at the gym as a scared and confused teenager, fortunate enough to find a mentor to guide him through the unfamiliar environment.

As much as Kol wished the same for the young pup, he knew it wasn't in his nature. He simply wasn't the mentoring type.

Kol bit back a sigh, realizing he could have handled the situation better. He decided to start over, introducing himself with a friendly, "I'm Kol," and offering a fist bump to the young pup.

The dalmatian, still stuttering slightly from the nerves, returned the fist bump gently, his small paw barely grazing Kol's larger, meatier hand. "I'm Mikey," he said shyly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

As Kol looked at the pup, he thought to himself that Mikey was definitely cute. With his soft yet handsome features he would probably do well in high school, attracting the attention of many girls. However, that same skittish, delicate nature, not to mention the thick, black framed glasses, would also make him a target for bullies.

Trying to soften his tone, Kol questioned the pup about his goals. "So what is it that you're trying to do?"

Mikey explained that he had heard "you should never skip leg day" and wanted to start with that muscle group. He pointed at the pictures next to the machine, specifically the ones illustrating how to do weighted squats. "Is this a good machine to use?" he asked timidly.

Kol glanced down at Mikey's slender thighs, poking out from his cotton shorts and tapering to spindly ankles clad in red-striped socks. "Yeah, this'll do. Let me show you how to set it up."

With minimal instructions, Kol guided the pup through resetting the cables and choosing the appropriate weights, starting with almost no weight given Mikey's slim build. The fox demonstrated the first couple of reps, emphasizing proper form, including keeping his back straight and positioning his legs correctly. Content that Mikey was on the right track, Kol turned his attention to the free weights he usually used to finish his own workout.

As Kol continued with his workout, he couldn't help but keep an eye on young Mikey since they were the only two in the gym, offering suggestions and guidance when needed. While it was admittedly annoying at times, Kol felt satisfied knowing that he was helping the cub. It reminded him of his younger days, when he was a slim fox himself, looking to bulk up and ward off school bullies. In a way, by helping Mikey, he felt like he was helping his younger self as well.

Kol directed the pup to a treadmill for a cool-down after working on his leg muscles, signaling the end of Mikey's first workout. The young dalmatian was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but he seemed eager to have made the first step towards a stronger future. Kol, feeling content with his own workout, decided to call it a day and headed to the locker room.

The warm, inviting atmosphere of the sauna was a welcome respite for Kol, who always sought out the darkest corner to sit and unwind. Without his earbuds, the silence was almost deafening, yet also provided a sense of peace and solitude.

That solitude was soon interrupted by the opening of the sauna door, revealing none other than Mikey. Kol instinctively adjusted his towel to cover his nudity, but quickly realized the cub couldn't see him in the dark interior anyway. The transition from brightly lit locker room to sauna was always jarring.

As Mikey fumbled around, trying to find his way to the bench, Kol couldn't help but notice how the young pup looked even more adorable without his glasses. The thin, slender legs that seemed to have a mind of their own, nearly knocked into Kol and threatened to send the cub tumbling right into his lap as he stumbled in the dark.

"To your right," Kol instructed, trying to prevent any further collision.

The young dalmatian, Mikey, stumbled and nearly fell onto the sauna bench, muttering, "Oh, it's you, Kol. Can't see a thing in here." The fully-clothed cub, finally getting himself perched on a lower bench, seemed more off-balance than usual, particularly without his glasses.

Kol felt it necessary to offer some additional gym guidance to the pup, explaining that it's traditional to leave one's clothes outside the sauna. "They're gonna get soaked in moments," he added, hoping the young pup would understand the purpose of the sauna and the importance of being unclothed in the steamy room.

"Oh, I didn't know," Mikey stammered, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"Just hand 'em over, and I'll put them on one of the pegs," Kol reassured him, standing up without concern for his own nudity. After all, it was a gym sauna, and he knew Mikey wouldn't be able to see much without those thick glasses. And it wasn’t like he was out of his sheath anyway.

Kol held out his paw to take the clothes and strategically positioned himself in the tight space  to prevent Mikey from standing. The young pup hesitated for a moment before removing his t-shirt, revealing a very thin frame. His arms were just as narrow as his legs, his chest flat without any hint of muscle. Kol noticed the tiny, pink nipples barely visible even in Mikey's short fur, presumably the same shade as his nose.

As Kol continued to watch, Mikey folded his knees up towards his chest and awkwardly slipped off his cotton shorts. The dalmatian then held out the bundle of clothes in the general direction of Kol, who took them and suggested, "You better lose the briefs too, or you'll regret not taking them off when they soak up all your sweat."

Kol hung the clothes on a peg designed for holding towels while waiting for Mikey to make up his mind. He seemed to struggle with his decision, fighting the urge to flee or stand his ground. Ultimately, the young pup made up his mind and stripped off the offending briefs, albeit while using one paw to cover his most private area and the other to tug the wet garment down his spindly legs.

As he took the briefs from Mikey, Kol offered some advice, sharing that a jockstrap could provide a more comfortable option for remaining covered in the sauna, while also keeping the pup's assets safer when working out. To demonstrate, he held up the damp briefs, pointing out the wet patch that had already formed on the backside as if the pup could see it anyway. "See, already pretty wet just from your workout. A jock helps prevent that swamp ass," he explained, trying to encourage Mikey to consider the alternative underwear.

Feeling a twinge of temptation, Kol considered taking a deep inhale of the boy's musky scent from the damp briefs. However, he initially refrained from doing so, fearing it might scare off the skittish young dalmatian. But he reminded himself that Mikey wouldn't be able to see his actions without his thick glasses and he couldn't resist taking a quick sniff of the briefs, hoping the cub wouldn't notice.

The scent of young, clean musk filled Kol's nostrils, and he found it powerfully intoxicating. It was the kind of scent that spoke of youth and promise, untainted by the sour tang of body odor. Unable to help himself, Kol took another long, deep breath, savoring the aroma.

Just as he was about to hang the briefs up, Kol noticed Mikey staring directly at him. It made him wonder if the young pup could, in fact, see more than he initially thought. Kol glanced down and noticed his growing arousal, a result of the irresistible musky scent that lingered in his nostrils. He hoped that Mikey was simply following his voice and didn't catch a glimpse of his emerging manhood.

As he returned to his seat in the corner, Kol clutched the briefs in his paw. He reluctantly acknowledged that his desired quiet time in the sauna would not come to pass. Unsure of how to engage in small talk with the young pup, they settled into an awkward silence.

Kol felt his hardness continue to rise, and he fought the urge to stroke himself as he sneakily took a couple more inhalations of the intoxicating scent. The alluring aroma of Mikey's musk seemed to act like an aphrodisiac, making it increasingly difficult for Kol to maintain his composure. And with the pup sitting completely unawares in front of him, it amplified his arousal.

Just as the silence began to feel unbearable, Mikey broke it with a comment about the heat in the sauna. Still covering his private area with one paw, he kicked his legs out absently and pondered, "It really is hot in here. But it feels good on my thighs."

Kol nodded and grunted  in agreement, acknowledging the heat's therapeutic effect on sore muscles. In his mind, he couldn't help but think about the relief he desired for his own "sore muscle," which continued growing in response to the musk from Mikey's briefs. He was always a bit horned up after a workout.

"The only thing better is a massage to really work sore muscles," Kol said. He finally gave in and slowly reached down to wrap a paw around his thick fox cock. He always loved the feeling of how it was as thick as a soda can even without his knot engorged. "Wouldn't mind a massage for my back to be honest."

"Maybe I could help you with that?" Mikey chimed in.

Misinterpreting Mikey’s suggestion, Kol thought for a moment he was offered to help with the actual problem plaguing the fox: the problem in his paw. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Kol responded with, "That'd be fire," as he stood up, hiding the pup's briefs in his paw.  “Make room, I’m coming over.”

With his erection pointed directly at Mikey, Kol didn't miss the opportunity to take another quick sniff and a few tugs. He found the scenario incredibly arousing, with the young, naive pup being completely unaware of his excitement. 

Kol paused, Mikey hadn’t moved to the top bench, instead his wide eyes and slack jaw were not only fixed on his sturdy canine cock but also following its every bounce. Realization dawned upon him, and he blurted out, "Shit. You're near-sighted, aren't you? You've been watching me the whole time!"

Mikey remained silent, his gaze still locked on Kol's thick, bobbing cock. Instead of answering verbally, he simply nodded his head.

With a wicked grin, Kol decided to take advantage of the situation. He reached down, grabbed the pup's free paw, and guided it towards his engorged member. "Maybe you can help me out another way," he suggested slyly, adding, "I could really use a massage right here."

Kol watched as Mikey's trembling paw fumbled to encase his thick shaft. The pup's inexperience was evident, but Kol found his own awkwardness melting away; he may not know how to talk to teenage boys, but he certainly knew how to communicate with other horny males.

Feeling a surge of excitement, Kol took a deep, open-mouthed sniff of the musky briefs, making a show of inhaling the heady aroma. "I can smell you all over these," he growled. "Your sweaty balls and ass are making me hard as fuck."

Still, Mikey said nothing, his eyes fixated on the fox's impressive manhood as he struggled to stroke Kol with just one paw, unable to fully encircle the thick shaft.

"Looks like this is a job for both paws," Kol grunted, feeling the heat rising within him. "Get to work, boy. You promised to help me."

With newfound determination, the young dalmatian reached up with his other paw and formed a circle around the fox's meaty shaft. As Kol looked down, he caught his first glimpse of the equipment Mikey was packing. A thin, pink, lipstick dog cock poked out of the teen's sheath, no more than four inches of shiny, youthful flesh.

Kol couldn't help but notice the pup's smaller endowment as he asked, without truly expecting an answer, "You've been hiding that little bone from me, haven't you? You like seeing my big, muscled body and my thick cock. I bet it makes you feel so small next to me?"

Mikey remained silent, but nodded his head, confirming Kol's suspicions. The once talkative little cub seemed to have lost his voice, replaced by a more submissive demeanor, which only served to fuel Kol's arousal further.

After taking another whiff of the meek pup's intoxicating scent from the damp briefs, Kol held them in front of Mikey's nose, commanding him to, "Get a good whiff of your own scent." Obediently, Mikey buried his nose in the wet fabric, inhaling deeply before looking up at the towering fox with pure, unbridled lust in his eyes. A look that Kol had somehow missed earlier.

"Good boy," Kol praised, shifting his hips forward and extending his sack closer to the pup's nose. "Now, get a good whiff of my scent. Get your nose right in my ball sack." As Mikey continued to gently stroke the thick fox cock with both paws, he leaned in, eager to follow Kol's command. With a deep inhale, the young dalmatian snorted and groaned at the same time. The room filled with the sound of Mikey breathing in Kol's scent.

Liking the feeling of control, Kol gripped the back of Mikey's head and pushed his nose further into the fox's furry sack, eliciting another muffled groan from the youngster.

As he held Mikey's head in place, Kol felt the pup's guttural attempts at nodding in agreement. "That talk of bullies and getting stronger was just a ploy to get at this, wasn't it?" he asked slyly, confident that he now had the young dalmatian exactly where he wanted him.

Releasing his grip on Mikey's head, Kol shifted backwards, causing the dalmatian's nose to leave his personal scent behind. Mikey unconsciously leaned forward, trying to maintain contact, but the fox's balls were now just out of reach. The pup's breaths came in short pants and gasps as he continued his attention on Kol's shaft.

"Get a feel of these thighs and my firm belly, boy. I'm a muscle daddy you were born to worship," Kol instructed, guiding the teen's smaller hands to explore and appreciate his muscular physique. "Tell me how much you like it."

Mikey remained silent for a moment, his smaller paws timidly probing Kol's strong, furry muscles, sliding over his hips and across the taut expanse of his abs. The pup's hands tested the firmness of the fox's body, kneading and gripping the muscle beneath the fur.

After a few seconds of silent worship, the young dalmatian whispered in awe, "You're so strong."

Kol's words hung in the air, a command and a question all at once. "And? Tell me what you want, boy."

Mikey's confidence seemed to grow with each passing second, his hands exploring Kol's powerful body with more purpose and intention. One paw ventured to the fox's firm pectoral muscles, while the other sought out the warmth of his sizable nut sack. "I want to touch you all over," the dalmatian whispered, his voice gradually gaining strength too. "I want to know how strong you are." And with what seemed like a final, desperate confession, he added quietly, "I want you to claim me."

With a growl of excitement, Kol praised the youngster, "Good boy!" He reached down, grabbing his thick shaft and guiding the blunt tip towards the eager, open mouth of young Mikey. "I'm gonna start by claiming that sweet, little mouth of yours," he declared, thrusting forward.

Kol felt the sharpness of Mikey's canine teeth briefly scrape against his cock as he plunged into the warmth of the pup's inexperienced mouth. The fox was well-aware that his considerable thickness could prove a challenge for the dalmatian, but he didn't mind the occasional tooth grazing. After all, he was used to it; while he didn’t have the longest cock, he certainly had  an impressive gauged one.

Despite the pup's inexperience, Kol filled the young dalmatian's mouth with his considerable girth, with just half of his cock's length stretching Mikey's jaw to its limits. The fox patiently eased in and out, allowing the boy to grow accustomed to the size and presence of his thick manhood. "That's it, puppy. This mouth is mine now," he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

While Mikey's cock-sucking skills left much to be desired, each gag and struggle seemed to bring Kol a twisted sense of pleasure in claiming the young boy. He felt accomplished, knowing that he was the one to introduce the inexperienced pup to such debauchery.

As Kol's arousal grew, he continued to corrupt the young canine, promising, "I'm gonna turn you into a proper cock slut for me. You'll be begging me to stretch your throat."

With each passing moment, Kol could feel his precum flowing, generously coating the inner walls of Mikey's mouth as he inched deeper, further staking his claim. The anticipation of fulfilling his promise was nearly unbearable, urging him onward in his pursuit of dominating the dalmatian's throat.

With an iron grip on the boy's ears, Kol thrust himself deeper into Mikey's willing throat, urging the tight space to yield to his considerable girth. The dalmatian responded by digging his fingers into Kol's muscled ass, desperate to pull himself further onto the fox's manhood. "Just a little further, puppy," Kol encouraged through gritted teeth.

His determination finally paid off when he felt the pup's throat muscles relax just enough to grant him entry. With a guttural moan, he praised Mikey for his accomplishment: "Fuck. That's my good boy." The young pup rewarded Kol with a soft moan of his own, sending tantalizing vibrations up the fox's shaft and prompting him to squirt a large glob of precum directly into Mikey's eager gullet.

Kol reveled in the depraved act, thriving on the ecstasy of their intertwined desires. However, their moment of pleasure was suddenly interrupted by a flash of light and the groan of hinges, signaling the arrival of an unwanted visitor. The sauna door had swung open.

Although Kol didn't particularly care if others witnessed their tryst (this gym was, after all, known for its locker room lewdness), Mikey's response to the potential audience was markedly different. Fear seized the young dalmatian, and as his throat convulsed, Kol's cock was forcibly ejected from its recent conquest.

The terrified pup gripped the fox tightly around the waist, his body shaking from the thought of being caught in such a compromising position. Realizing that the introduction of an exhibitionist element might be too much for the young pup to handle, Kol decided it was time to make a hasty exit.

Holding Mikey close to his chest, like a protective father might cradle a scared toddler, Kol effortlessly lifted the lightweight pup and carried him to the showers, Mikey’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. He shielded him from the bewildered gaze of the intruding senior badger, whose blinking gaze and hardening sheath said would rather they stay so he could watch.

As Kol carried the young dalmatian into his favorite shower stall, the larger "handicap" shower that was rarely occupied by its intended users. The spacious interior and built-in tiled bench made it an ideal spot for amorous activities between males.

With a slight smirk at the ajar door, which he'd closed on the intruding badger's nose, Kol settled onto the bench with Mikey still clinging to him, the fox's aching cock pressing insistently against the pup's backside. He gazed into the boy's face, illuminated by the bright lights of the shower stall, and noticed the glistening of tears in the cub's eyes. Whether from the recent rough face fucking or the fear of getting caught, he couldn't be sure.

Seeking to comfort the boy, Kol whispered, "You're safer here. We are alone again." The fox's words had an immediate effect on Mikey, whose face softened into a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Daddy," the pup whispered, his words filled with an intimate warmth that brought a surge of affection to Kol's chest. As he gazed upon the young dalmatian's tear-streaked face, the fox couldn't help but marvel once more at just how truly adorable the cub looked.

Feeling an unfamiliar yet powerful urge, Kol leaned in and kissed the young cub, something he had never done with any of his previous locker room trysts. But somehow, it just felt right in this moment. Mikey, clearly inexperienced in the art of kissing, responded hesitantly at first, but soon his mouth relaxed and opened under the insistent pressure of Kol's probing tongue. The fox took full advantage, exploring and dominating the pup's mouth in yet another new way.

With a fluid motion, Kol maneuvered the boy in his arms, positioning him to sit open-legged on his lap. The cub's wagging tail pummeled  Kol's eager, hard cock, sending waves of arousal coursing through the fox's body.

Despite their passionate make-out session, Kol's nimble paw found its way to the wall-mounted dispenser filled with coconut oil. While designed for furs who wanted a post-shower gloss to their coats, it was more often employed for more lascivious purposes. With a quick squeeze, the slick oil filled his palm, which he then brought up to Mikey's exposed tailhole, smearing the cool liquid all over the puckered entrance. The young dalmatian gasped in surprise, his lips breaking contact with Kol's for the briefest of moments as his body adjusted to the oil's presence.

Feeling the pup's tailhole tense and release, Kol slid a well-lubricated digit into the tight opening, using his free hand to steady Mikey's hips as he fully explored the depths of the young cub. Mikey’s body relaxed after the initial penetration, clearly enjoying the sensation. The pup’s hard little prick digging into his abs confirmed his enjoyment.

Kol broke their kiss, gazing deeply into the boy's longing blue eyes as he gripped his cock, slapping it wetly against the pup's well-lubricated hole. "You want this, boy, don't you?" he asked, pausing for a moment to gauge Mikey's reaction.

The young dalmatian groaned, biting his lip as his eyes glinted with desire. "I want you to claim me fully," he whispered, his voice quivering with need. "I need you inside me."

With a smirk, Kol instructed the pup to stand up and prepare for a different kind of workout. "Then on your feet, boy. Time for more squats," he said, guiding Mikey into position until the pup's back paws were resting on the tiled bench on either side of the fox's hips.

Mikey voiced a half-hearted complaint, saying, "My legs are so tired, I don't think I can do it," but his hard, pink little cock free of its sheath told a different story. The cub was more than ready for what was to come. Even the pup's knot was out, small yet fully formed, seeming eager for action.

Kol chuckled, teasing the pup but also encouraging him to persist: "Come on, pup. You wanted a workout, didn't you?"

As Mikey squatted down, Kol guided his blunt head to the teen's winking tailhole, which was still too tight to easily yield to his impressive girth. The fox's cock ground against the pup's entrance, seeking entry but not quite slipping in just yet.

To facilitate the fox's entry, Kol reached up, spreading the boy's cheeks wider, making the tight hole more accessible. As he felt his head slowly breach the pup's resistant rim, Mikey audibly strained to accommodate the intrusion, softly whimpering, "It's so big, but I can feel it starting to go in."

Feeling the pup's tight muscles clench around his cock, Kol offered some encouragement, saying, "You're doing great, puppy." He flexed his cock, anticipating the glorious moment when Mikey would slide down just a little more, and gazed into the pup's eyes, which were lidded with pain as the young body struggled to accept the intrusion.

"Open up that tight little fuck hole for me," Kol grunted, desperate to sheath his entire length in the warmth of the dalmatian's willing body.

With a shaky breath, Mikey placed his paws on the reclining fox's broad chest for additional support. As the extra sensation registered on Kol's sensitive nipples, he couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. Meanwhile, the trembling in Mikey's legs intensified, the pup whimpering, "My legs . . . I can't . . . I can't . . ."

With a sudden shudder, Mikey's exhausted legs gave out entirely, and as the pup's body weight plummeted downward, gravity forced several inches of Kol's thick cock deep inside the young dalmatian all at once. "Fuck!" they both groaned in unison; Kol at the sudden, exquisite pleasure of sinking into the boy's tightness, and Mikey from the searing pain of his hole being forced open so wide, so fast.

The fox held Mikey gently but firmly, his strong arms wrapped around the trembling, teary-eyed pup as his cock forged its way deeper into the young cub. With a stealthy determination, Kol allowed gravity to take its course, the fat head of his cock and the several equally thick inches of shaft behind it gradually sheathing themselves within the pup's velvet heat.

"It's going deeper," Mikey moaned through clenched teeth, his body tensing around the invading member.

"You're almost there. Just a little more," Kol encouraged, his words soft and soothing as he gently rubbed Mikey's back.

At long last, the warmth of the cub's little ballsack pressed against Kol's washboard abs, and the fox knew they were united as one. The swollen knot at the base of his cock nestled securely at the entrance of the pup's slick, stretched hole, their bodies melded together in a carnal embrace. Kol allowed Mikey a moment to rest on his chest, giving the trembling young pup time to grow accustomed to the significant intrusion.

Kol wanted to know just how this tight, young hole felt around his cock, so he asked, "How's it feel to be filled up by a real man's thick cock, puppy?" He punctuated his question with a gentle thrust, just enough to remind Mikey of the substantial presence buried deep in his ass.

Still whining softly, Mikey's body began to relax a bit more, making the whole thing a little easier for them both. Buried deep inside Kol's massive chest, the pup's muffled words told of how he felt: "I feel so full. Like I might split in two."

Kol smirked, a wicked gleam in his eye. "And we're just getting started," he warned, as his paws moved to grip the boy's ass cheeks securely. With tender care, he began to gently fuck the pup, lifting him by just an inch before letting him drop back down onto his throbbing cock, keeping the movements shallow to allow Mikey time to adjust to the invading girth.

As the fox continued his gentle assault, Mikey clung to Kol's powerful biceps for support, his face still buried in the older male's chest as he whimpered and moaned with each progressive thrust. Encouraged by the pup's submission, Kol growled, "Suck daddy's tits while I get that ass opened up for a real fucking."

Mikey, ever obedient, popped his head up from its place against Kol's chest and proceeded to suckle first one and then the other of the fox's large nipples. He switched between them like an eager, hungry pup nursing at its mother's teat.

With a lustful growl, Kol declared, "Good boy. Let's really get started," and he proceeded to pull the pup up higher, his biceps bulging with the effort. Only the very tip of his thick cock remained inside the pup's hole as he let him drop back down onto it. With each deep, powerful thrust, Mikey grew hotter and hotter in Kol's arms, his body temperature rising as their shared arousal increased.

The young dalmatian's suckling on Kol's nipples became more and more erratic, straining to keep the fox's hard nubs in his mouth as he alternated between hard sucks and hot pants of breath against the wet, slick skin. Kol reveled in the sensation; he loved the feeling of having his nipples worked over, whether by mouth or hand.

Despite the incredible feeling, he knew he wouldn't reach the heights of his pleasure this way. This method of fucking, assisted by gravity, was far too slow and teasing for his liking. And besides, Mikey was prepared now for the pounding of a lifetime.

As Kol pulled the pup off his throbbing cock, Mikey mewed in protest, "No, don't stop! Don't take it out!" His arms windmilled a bit as he reacclimated himself to standing on two legs again.

"Hush, baby," Kol soothed, standing up himself. "On your feet. Bend over and show me that sweet hole of yours, and I'll fill it back up."

With shaky legs, Mikey found his footing and complied, placing his front paws on his knees and lifted his tail. The position made him arch his back and push out his hole.

The wet, pink fuckhole winked at Kol, enticing him with its wanton display. The young pup's tail was held high, presenting the glistening, well-used orifice for the fox's enjoyment. Kol could see the urgent need reflected in Mikey's eyes as the pup looked back at him, the young dalmatian desperate to be filled once more by his Daddy's thick cock.

Kol couldn't resist praising the sight before him: "Look at that pretty pup pussy, just begging to be fucked again." With those words, he wasted no more time in lining up his throbbing cock with the boy's slick hole, grasping Mikey's tail and thrusting himself back inside with a single, forceful motion.

Mikey moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, a sound that spoke to the desire building up within him. Eager to claim the pup once more, Kol began pounding into Mikey with abandon, his thrusts hard and deep. Each time he pulled out, the fox made sure he withdrew almost to the brink, only to slam back in with enough force to punch his growing knot against the boy's resilient rim, making his balls swing wildly under him. On impact with the smaller sac beneath, a wet yet satisfying sound filled the air.

As the force of the pounding nearly toppled Mikey over, Kol reached out to compensate, gripping the pup's hips with one hand while holding the base of his tail steady with the other. "You're my little vixen now," Kol stated possessively, his voice gruff and strained from the increasing intensity of their coupling. "I'm gonna breed your hole properly. Put my kits in you."

The deep growl of Kol's words were punctuated by the erotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh as he pistoned his hips, thrusting with increasing ferocity into the willing, wanton hole of his young lover. Mikey's moans grew higher in pitch, an indication that he was approaching the edge of his pleasure, and his paws reaching out to support himself as he struggled to maintain his balance.

Mikey's desperate scramble for purchase inadvertently brought his face flush against the frosted glass door that separated their tryst from the rest of the locker room. With each pounding thrust, the young pup's lithe body was driven closer and closer to the barrier, until his chest was pressed up against it. "You're not gonna get away from me so easily," Kol grunted, his voice filled with determination as he continued to endeavor to breach the pup's hole with his burgeoning knot.

"I'm not stopping until I get my knot inside you," the fox declared, his hips a blur of motion as he hammered away at Mikey's resisting entrance. The young dalmatian's body was soon sandwiched between the unyielding glass and Kol's own heaving, muscled form. Anyone on the other side of the frosted door would have seen the distorted silhouette of the young boy, so obviously prostrate and pinned by an unseen force; his thin little lipstick smeared against the pane of glass.

Kol couldn't help but wonder if that old badger, or anyone else for that matter, was still outside, potentially watching as he took full possession of the pup's willing body. He hoped they were vicariously enjoying the scene as they stroked their own aching cocks. The very thought of forcing Mikey to be an unwilling exhibition to their lust caused a thrill of excitement to race down Kol's spine.

Releasing his grip on Mikey's tail, Kol pushed the boy flat against the door, using his hips as leverage to maintain the constant onslaught. With prayerful thoughts that the door would hold up under the onslaught, Kol used his now-free hand to grasp Mikey's hips and hold him steady, giving him better control over the angle and depth of his thrusts. "Nowhere to go now, puppy. You're mine," Kol snarled, punctuating each word with a sharp, forceful thrust.

As Kol pushed through that final barrier, Mikey's tailhole stretched to accommodate the fox's impressive girth, engulfing the thick knot in its heated embrace. The immovable force of Kol's unyielding bulk met the irresistible pull of the young pup's clinching ass, locking them together in a lewd, erotic dance that bespoke their complete and utter union. Kol could feel the telltale signs of his oncoming climax, but it seemed the pup was even closer to the edge.

As Mikey's whimpers and pants grew more frantic, Kol could feel the rhythmic tightening and releasing of the pup's tailhole, a sure sign that he was shooting his load against the frosted glass door. Despite the fact that further thrusting was unnecessary at this point, Kol's hips moved of their accord, driven by pure instinct and the overwhelming need to consummate this act of dominance and submission.

With a final bark of pleasure, Kol felt the first telltale spurts of his climax, his warm, sticky seed coating the young dog's insides as wave after wave of exquisite cum poured out of him, coating the pup's eager, hungry hole with his essence. He clung to the boy's trembling form, even as his conscious mind registered the concern that they would be inseparable for at least a half hour; more than enough time for worried parents or prying eyes to come looking for them. But still, the larger part of his mind, the part governed by hormones and base instincts, reveled in the lewd union of their intertwined bodies.

As the pulsing aftershocks of their shared orgasms faded away, Kol whispered in Mikey's ear, "You're such a good boy. I'll be your trainer. And make sure those bullies never touch my precious boy." He gently petted the youngster as they both reclined on the cool tiled bench, their heaving chests gradually finding a steady rhythm. The hot, sticky evidence of their passion dripped slowly down Mikey's trembling legs, a testament to the claiming he had just experienced.

Kol knew he should feel some sense of guilt or remorse for what he had just done. The young, innocent Mikey had been thoroughly debauched under his frothy onslaught, and a puppy's first time should have been something special, something to treasure. But instead, he felt only a deep sense of satisfaction and a wicked thrill of pleasure in knowing that he had claimed this young, unblemished soul for his own.

In the echoing silence of the shower room, the only sound was the steady drip of water from the faucet, punctuating the air like a solemn metronome. Kol felt a sudden wave of tenderness wash over him, and he pulled Mikey closer, cradling him against his sweat-slicked chest. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'll never let you go."

And as the flush of their bodies dissipated into the cool air, leaving nothing but a slowly fading warmth in its wake, Kol knew he would keep that promise. He would protect Mikey with all the ferocity and love he possessed, and no force on earth would be able to tear them apart.