The locker room was filled with the sounds of several males as they went about their business. Many of them where in different states of undress as they either changed to start their work outs or had just finished and where about to shower. One of these males was a tall well-toned Doberman named Max. He stood at a decent six foot even and had a slightly more muscular build than a runner or swimmer. His fur was the basic color for his breed; Solid black on his face, back, arms and legs, with a light tan on his muzzle, hands and feet. His large ears stood perked up like always adding a few extra inches to his height but the dog never liked to include them when measuring himself. His stubby tail quivered slightly as his heart rate pulsed after the intense round of basketball with several of the furs in the locker room. 

He half listened to the conversations around him as he peeled off the sweat soaked tank top and tossed it into his gym bag. Taking several deep breaths Max grinned to himself as his eyes caught sight of a very attractive twink bunny a few lockers away from him. He had seen the little guy, only 5'3 tall, watching him during the game and he knew it wouldn't take any work at all to get the sexy little guy to do whatever he wanted. Max stood up and was about to approach his target when a loud voice cut through the hum of the locker room. 

"Fuckin 'A', y’all played like shit!"

Max sighed internally as he instantly recognized the voice as the gym's local meat head and resident asshole. 

Brett: the tall stocky Tiger who treated the gym like his personal fuck house. Standing at six feet three inches tall he weighed in at a beefy 230 pounds of pure muscle. The tiger was the biggest asshole Max had ever seen. He was a bully to everyone and didn't take no for an answer. Max had been warned about him when he first joined the gym last week. So far, he hadn't had any direct contact with him but knew that wouldn't last long if the rumors about him and new members were true. 

Max knew that he was a cocky fucker, but he never was a jerk or forced anyone to do anything they didn't want to do. Unlike Brett, who had been suspended twice already from the gym for suspicion of rape. The only thing that kept him from getting kicked out, and arrested, was his father, who was a very rich and influential guy and had his fingers in a lot of pies. 

The Doberman watched the tiger strip off his shirt exposing his large chest and eight-pack abs. Max had noticed that he never removed his shorts or if he did it was after he had a towel around his waist. The dog had an idea about why that was, which would also explain the guys shit attitude. 

"Seriously my grandmother could play better and she's been dead for like 15 years," Brett continued as he shoved a lean buck out of his way. The only thing that saved the buck from crashing into the lockers was a muscle chub wolf who managed to catch him in time. 

"Fucker..." The wolf mumbled as he made sure the smaller male was ok. 

"You got something ta say ya fat fuck!?" The tiger growled turning to face the wolf. 

Max didn't understand why furs who were bigger than the tiger didn't stand up to him. Maybe they were afraid of what the guy’s dad would do; either way, the Doberman had both heard and seen enough.

"He called you a fucker," Max exclaimed. "Does all that meat in your head fuck with your hearing or are you as deaf as you are dumb?"

The locker room went deathly silent. You could’ve heard a butterfly fart. Slowly Brett turned to look at the shorter male his eyes narrowed into diamond slits. 

"What that fuck did you just say," he asked a, slight hiss to his voice.

Max sighed dramatically, "Looks like I'll have to go slow". Clearing his throat he began to speak slower, simpler and louder. "YOU. TOO. DUMB. TO. HEAR. GOOD!" 

Max saw the charge before the tiger even started. Easily side stepping out of the way he stuck his foot out and sent Brett tumbling to the ground. True to the myth though, the cat managed to land on all fours, avoiding any injury. 
"Oh man, you should be careful. A big lug like you can't afford to fuck up your face. Not like you have brains to fall back on." 

Brett roared in anger and swiped at Max's torso, his claws out and sharp. Max back stepped before bringing his knee up, connecting with the underside of the tiger’s jaw. The large male was dazed and stumbled to his knees while Max stood with his leg spread wide. Max took a moment to thank his old MMA trainer for all the help he had giving him throughout the years improving his fighting style. Breathing heavily, Brett slumped forward, his world spinning. The movement made his face rest directly on the sweat and musky bulge in Max's shorts. 

The contact sent a shiver through the Doberman’s body and he felt his sheath start to swell. The dazed tiger unknowingly rubbed his face more against that large bulge. With his ragged breathing, Brett's lungs were being filled with the dog’s musk. Not knowing why the sudden haze was clouding his mind, all Brett was able to put together was the scent filling his nose and lungs was driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to the tiger he had been conditioned since he was young to fall into a deep lust whenever he inhaled a large amount of male musk; his father had secretly been using him for years with this sort of mental manipulation. 

However, since the tiger had never been exposed to any other male's musk except his fathers the effect of the mind control, while still powerful, was slightly diluted leaving a little bit of fight left. Pushing himself away slighty, Brett tried to growl but instead a moan came out. 

"Get... your dick away from me..." He said with only a slight sound of disgust in his voice. 

Max didn't know anything about the true effect his manly smell was having on the tiger and, in truth, he didn't care to know. He did, however, see the clear signs of the larger male's arousal both in his eyes and in his shorts. The Doberman snickered to himself as he placed a paw on the tigers head and began to push him back to his crotch. "Aw, come now little kitty, you looked to be enjoying yourself a moment ago," he teased. 

Brett placed his paws on Max's thighs and held himself back from getting another face full of dog crotch. 
"N-no," He mumbled, struggling with his subconscious mind, which was telling him to submit. "I'm… I'm no fag!" 

Gripping the rim of his shorts, Max pulled down on the elastic material until his jock-covered sheath was exposed. The thickness of his musk increased, making the tiger's will even weaker. "Come on now, be a good kitty. You know you want a taste of doggy meat," Max said, his voice husky with lust. 

There was a collective gasp from everyone gathered in the locker room as they watched the shorter, less muscular dog, begin to dominate the large, muscular tiger. For years, they had all been too afraid to fight back against the tiger for fear of what he or his father might do. Seeing the newest member of the gym easily knock the meat head down from his pedestal filled the older members with hope that things would finally change. They began to gather around the two, several of them showing clear signs of arousal as they watched the Doberman dominate the tiger. 

"Looks like we got an audience now," Max says looking around at the gathered group. "Come on now kitty, don't want to disappoint them, do we?" 

Max knew that what he was doing could be considered rape, but he could tell that Brett was just as turned on and willing to do this as he was. Grabbing the back of the tigers head more firmly, he used a strong shove and pushed the cat’s nose into his jock. 

Brett let out a low heavy moan as the new wave of heavy musk filled his lungs. His mind was slowly losing the fight against his conditioned subconscious. He began to slowly rub his face against the hard sheath, his paws moving in small groping circles as he rubbed Max's thighs. Max let out a low groan as he felt his sheath swell even more and his cock begin to poke out of the top. Brett's mind was, by now, almost completely lost in his lusty haze. His eyes were dilated and his own cock was growing in his shorts but hardly a bulge was showing. 

Gripping the fur at the back of his head tightly, Max pulled Brett off his crotch and forced him to look up into his eyes. "You like that don't you," he growled. Brett paused, the little bit of his mind left told him no, but the rest of his mind screamed yes. In the end, all he could do was nod slightly. "Answer me when I ask you a question," Max barked making a few of the gathered male’s chuckle. 

"Y-yes," Brett finally managed to say softly. 

"I can't hear you," Max snapped. "Speak up so everyone can hear!" 

A small whimper escaped Brett's throat before he was compelled to confess, "Yes! I love the smell of your crotch!"  His voice echoed through the locker room and it sounded weak and pathetic to everyone who heard it. 

"I knew you did. Looks like the big, bad tiger is nothing but a little cock-hungry kitty, isn't that right," Max taunted. 

"Yes... I am," Brett replied. "Please... please let me taste your cock!" 

While he had been conditioned to mainly lust after his father’s musk, the mental door had been open to any male’s musk, so long as he was exposed to it long enough. Now that he had time to adjust to it, his mind was locked into believing that Max was another powerful male for him to obey his every command. All he wanted now was to obey and make his new master happy. 

"Why don't you be a good little cock slut and take off your shorts." Max said. "Let’s see what you’ve kept hidden away down there." 

With only a small moment of hesitation, Brett stands up, his eyes kept low as he drops his pants. A collective gasp came from everyone there as they saw why the tiger never removed his pants in front of anyone. Sticking straight out from between his thick legs was a pair of overly small testicles, and above them a small, hardly 3 inches, thin dick. 

"Well, well, well, I was right. No wonder you’re such an asshole," Max confirmed with a slight chuckle. 

"Dude... my kid’s dick is bigger than that," The buck who had been shoved before jabbed loudly. 

"No wonder he works out all the time and has such a bulky body," An over-weight panda called out. "Takes the ‘little-man’ complex to a whole new level." 

The gathered group laughed loudly and Max saw while Brett's eyes registered his humiliation, his small cock jerked and a large drop of pre leaked out of the head. 

Holy shit, Max thought to himself, he likes to be humiliated it looks like. "Alright now, bitch," He said out loud, "back on your knees and pull out my dick; time for you to see what a real male has packing down south." 

Instantly, Brett dropped to his knees and reached out for the dog's jock. Before he could touch the stretchy material, his hand-paws were slapped away.  "Not with your hands," Max growled. "Bitches like you use their teeth." 

Whimpering slightly, the tiger lowered his hands and leaned forward. Being careful to not nick the Doberman’s belly with his sharp teeth, Brett clenched the waist band in his mouth and began to lower them. The close contact with the dog's crotch gave him a new wave of heavy musk to breath in, keeping his mind firmly in its submissive state. 

Once the jock was lowered enough, Brett let them fall from his mouth, pooling around the canines feet. Looking up at the pulsing and pre-cum soaked dog cock, Brett took in the mammoth spire of bright red flesh. The Doberman’s paw came down, wrapping around the base, and squeezed, making the whole thing flare and thicken.  "Here ya go kitty, 9 inches of thick Doberman meat for you to suck on," Max growled, waving his cock in Brett's face. "Now get to work!" 

Faster than the eye could blink, Brett rushed forward, an engulfed Max's cock all the way down to the root. While Brett didn't know it while in his right frame of mind, he had become an expert cock sucker over the years, able to easily deep throat a cock nearly a foot long, thanks to all the experience with his father. 

"Holy fuck," Max groaned out, as he damn near climaxed right then and there. "You little fucking slut, you've done this before!" Grabbing the sides of Brett's face, Max began a fast and brutal pace of fucking his face and throat. A large bulge could easily be seen gliding up and down the tiger's thick throat as the dog's cock plowed deep into it. Baring his teeth, Max was doing everything he could to hold off his climax, but still fuck the shit out of the submissive tiger. 

After several minutes of this, Max finally pulled out of Brett's face and gripped the base of his shaft panting hard as he fought back from the edge of orgasm. "Holy fuck,” He managed between breaths. "Damn near blew my load to early..." 

Taking a few deep breaths, Max felt his cock begin to slow down its pulses. He brought his eyes back to the tiger, who was still sitting on his knees, a look of hunger in his eyes as they remained fixed on the dog's shaft. Chuckling to himself, Max stepped closer to Brett, who started to take his cock back into his mouth. 

"Oh no, no, no,” Max said, gripping the tigers head fur tightly, "I don't want to blow in your mouth." Max didn't even need to finish his sentence, with no command or anything, Brett turned around, still on his knees, and sank down to all fours, lifting his tail, exposing his tight, puckered hole. 

"Bitch didn't even need to be told," The muscle chub wolf whistled. 

The gathered group had become bolder with their quips now that the illusion of the tiger's masculinity was broken. Several of them had dropped their shorts, jocks or towels, and were now stroking over their own erect cocks. Some were even stroking each other, or slowly engaging in their own more sexual acts. 

Max paid no attention to the others for the time being as he was more focused on getting his rocks off. Sinking down to his knees behind the tigers presented ass, he wasted no time at all before shoving the whole length of his dick deep into Brett's tight ass. The tiger yowled with pain and pleasure as the big thick cock burred deep into his hole. His body took a small moment to relax, being the well-trained submissive cock slut he truly was. 

"Please, sir," He moaned out, clenching his ass around the hard shaft. "Please, fuck me hard!" Laughing loudly, Max didn't even answer before pulling his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in full force. "Oh fuck yes!" Brett yelled. 

Pulling back again, Max began slamming hard and fast into the tiger’s ass. The sound of fur slapping against fur began to fill the locker room as every male there watched the Doberman assert his dominance over the once proud tiger. Again and again, he rammed his hard as steel cock into the tiger’s hole. Max growled lowly while Brett yelped and whimpered and begged for more. Max was more than happy to give the big guy what he wanted; his hips became a blur as his pistoned in and out as fast as he could. He could feel his orgasm coming closer and closer as his balls began to tighten. Before Max could dump his load though, he felt Brett's internal muscles clamp down on his cock and the tiger mewled loudly, his small 3-inch cock began to dribble a small load of cum onto the tiled locker room floor. 

"Small dick and a small cum shot," Someone yelled out as Max's breathing picked up. The tight, vice-like grip of Brett's ass on his cock was all the extra stimulation he need and with a growl and a howl the Doberman began to dump about two days worth of cum deep into the feline’s ass. The last fur to get his load had been a tall yet twinkish Otter that he had met eariler on in the week by the gym's swimming pool. Max didn't usually like to swim for anything other than fun but when he had spotted the Otter doing laps in the large pool he spent some extra time pretending to do laps as well so he could bump into the guy. After that it hadn't taken more then a few minutes for the dog to convince the cute Otter into a quick suck and fuck session in the locker room showers.

"Ooohhhh," Brett moaned. "Yes, please, fill me up, sir! I want your cum deep inside me!" 

Max continued to grunt and growl, unable to utter any real words, as his climax rocked his body and his cock continued to shoot several heavy, thick ropes of cum into Brett's hungry ass. 

After nearly two whole minutes of dumping his biggest load in years, Max finally pulled his now semi-hard cock out of the well-used ass. Panting and stroking out the last few drops of cum from his shaft, Max stood up, his fur was soaked with new sweat and it helped to show off his trim yet muscular body. 

Chuckling to himself, he whipped his dick off onto the tiger’s ass fur, before turning to the gathered group. He spotted several puddles on the floor around some of the males who couldn't hold off from shooting their loads; while others had their cocks burred in the mouth or asses of someone else. 

Looking from the gathered horny furs to the panting Brett, who had yet to stand up or lower his tail over his cum soaked ass, Max grinned to himself. "Well boys, looks like there’s a new bitch at the gym," he said and was answered with several chuckles. "I think from now on, we can count on Brett to take care of any of our needs, wouldn't you say?" 

A choir of agreements sounded out, as Max stepped away from the still sex hungry tiger. The Doberman moved over to the twink rabbit, who had a large blush on his face and was sporting a decent sized erection of his own. Max could already feel his cock starting to grow again, as he wrapped one arm around the bunny.  "You guys enjoy the new toy!" He called over his shoulder as he began to lead the bunny into the gym showers. 

It didn't take Brett long to find himself the center of a large circle of extremely horny males. As he lifted up his head he came face to face with an almost 11 inch cock attached to the large muscle chub wolf. "Here little kitty, looks like you need some fresh cream, " he chuckled as he plunged all 11 thick inches into the tiger's mouth. At the same time the fat panda sunk his smaller 6 inch length but almost beer can thick cock into the cum-lubed hole. As the two began a very rough pounding into the tiger, Max lead the bunny into one of the shower room stalls and sighed as the bunny began to lather up his fur and began a thorough washing of his body. 

From that day on, there were no more problems from the tiger. In fact everyone began to enjoy when he would come around, which was almost every day. While Brett didn't know exactly why no one was afraid of him anymore he never had to worry about thinking for long after entering the gym; as soon as the musky smell of male hit his nose, his mind instantly devolved into his submissive and bitch-boy state and there was always a group of guys who were more than happy to dump a few loads into the slutty tiger’s ass or mouth.