Keywords: Adult, Hypnosis Species: Wolf, Equine The Gym This was written for a friend of mine, hopefully I made the gym sound realistic, I suddenly realised I don't know the right names for anything. I'm sure the machines all have proper names, but I'm not sure what they are. The Gym By Divigon The stallion gave a polite nod to the two departing wolves and stepped out from behind the counter. He took one step towards the door when it swung open and another wolf stuck his head in. "Are you shut?" he asked nervously. "Technically..." replied the stallion, looking over the wolf thoughtfully. He was probably a year or two younger than the stallion and about the same height. He had a nicely muscled physique, nothing excessive, but clearly he worked out. "Oh," replied the lupine. "I just arrived in town and was planning on doing a bit of a workout before bed." "Well..." continued the equine. "I tend to do a bit of a circuit before I head out and I probably shouldn't but you're welcome to join me if you want." The wolf brightened. "Can I?" he said, his blue eyes sparkling. "Thanks." "No probs," replied the stallion. "The name's Boughton." He locked the door and turned around, giving the wolf a pat on the back and guiding him towards the main gym. "Duxtin," responded the wolf. "Thanks for letting me in." "Like I said, don't mention it," smiled Boughton, pulling off his shirt. "Well, this is the main floor, go for it." Duxtin looked around and gave a low whistle. The gym was very well equipped with just about everything that would ever been needed. There were weights, benches, cycles, treadmills, trampolines not to mention the huge range of machines. Boughton gave a smile and picked up a skipping rope, starting slowly in one corner. The wolf watched him for a while, admiring the way the horse's tail seemed to levitate with each jump, before he blushed and started doing some warm-ups. The two of them worked in near silence for a good thirty minutes, just the occasional grunt, pant or clink of metal on metal in the otherwise still room. Duxtin migrated through the weights and ended up on his back on a bench press. He was about to lift the bar when Boughton suddenly appeared in his view. "I'll spot you," said the stallion in a non-argumentative tone. "I take safety pretty seriously here." Duxtin gave a nod of thanks and gripped the bar, straining a little he pushed up, freeing the weights before letting them lower down slowly. He began to push up, muscles bulging at the effort. "One," smiled Boughton above him. The stallion had moved a little over Duxtin's head and kept a firm grip on the bar, but not enough to neither help nor hinder the wolf. The wolf lowered the bar slowly and looked up at the stallion, finding himself staring straight up the inside of his thigh. Much to his surprise he could see the large stallion balls dangling in their pouch, his eyes widening in surprise and he coughed. "Like the view?" chuckled Boughton. "It's... unexpected..." spluttered the wolf, pushing up a second time. "Truth be told... two..." continued the stallion. "I tend to work out naked. One of the perks about having the place to yourself, I find clothes... restrictive." Duxtin finished lowering the bar before pressing up again. "I... can see that..." he grunted slightly with effort, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his own underwear had become, riding up under his tail. "I should try it sometime..." Duxtin was not really aware of his words until Boughton pulled the bar up and placed it back into its cradle with a clank. "No time like the present," he grinned down to the wolf. The stallion started to undo the string holding up his trunks. He looked over at the wolf. "Going to join me?" he asked, good naturedly. Duxtin stood, feeling his ears blush as he pulled his own pants down. He had to admit, it did feel good to get out of them. Both of them stepped free of the shorts and looked over each other's naked bodies. Both were well muscled with clearly defined abs, triceps and biceps. The stallion's body glistened a little, the short fur gleaming with a coating of sweat, the wolf's fur damped down, but still giving a slightly fuzzed look. "Nice," murmured Boughton with a professional nod. "How long you been working out for?" "Not too long," blushed the wolf. "A few months maybe." "What sort of result are you after?" asked the stallion. "I mean, do you just want to bulk up, increase your strength, compete?" "I started because I wanted to improve my fitness," said Duxtin, relaxing with the friendly chatter. "But now I think I'd like to improve my look." "I can see that," agreed Boughton, walking around him slowly. "I can see you're working these groups here and here..." He traced a hand over the wolf's chest and side. "But you're missing out these ones here and over here," he trailed his fingers down Duxtin's back. "It's a common mistake, folks tend to work those they can see, but forget about those they can't. In your case, it means you risk hurting yourself because your muscles aren't developing uniformly." The wolf looked puzzled and the stallion pulled in across to in front of the mirror that covered one wall of the gym. "Strike a pose like this," he said, pulling his hands in towards his centre, flexing his shoulders back, his body suddenly bulging with muscles. Duxtin stared at the transformation, the stallion looked like a Greek god. He heard a cough and blinked, quickly pulling his body into a similar pose. "See, you're lacking definition here and here..." continued Boughton as if nothing had happened, although he was well aware of the wolf's pause. He pointed to various areas on the wolf's underside. "So how should I train for them?" asked Duxtin. "Lots of reps," replied Boughton. The stallion stepped away and returned with a surprisingly small set of dumbbells. "It's not much, but it will work," he said handing them over. "Take one in each arm and hold them out at arm's length," he said demonstrating. "Now start to lower them, breathing out slowly. It's important to relax... Breathe out. And now that you're at the bottom, breathe in and start to lift them." He watched the wolf. "That's good," he continued. "Now, while you do that, focus on yourself in the mirror. Focus is important, just stare at yourself, let everything else just fade away. Breathe in, lifting up... hold... now relax... breathing out. That's good. Now repeat... Breathe in... hold... breathe out... And focus, look at that handsome wolf in the mirror, watch the way he does it... so nice and smooth... the look of concentration on his face..." Duxtin found himself staring at his reflection, watching his arms move up to the sides, hold there for a moment, and then slowly sinking down. He could feel his body relax each time he lowered his arms, the wolf looking amazingly focused, but also relaxed and calm. He could feel his muscles starting to grow under the strain, big muscles, turning him into a nice muscled wolf, all he needed to do was to relax and focus, the weights were growing so heavy, pulling him down deeper the more he tried to lift them. Boughton smiled, watching the wolf's actions begin to slow, his head started to sag as his eyes drooped. "You're doing well pup," continued the stallion his voice dropping softer and becoming of a monotone. "Just continue to focus, sinking deeper and deeper for me... it feels so good to just relax... feeling your body flex... but you're so tired after such a hard workout... you just want to sleep... a deep sleep... all focused and deep asleep..." The stallion was ready to catch the wolf as the two dumbbells slipped from each hand, thumping quietly on the floor, Duxtin rolling forward into the arms of the horse that picked him up and carried him to a nearby bench press. Boughton looked over the limp and relaxed wolf smiling a little to himself. "You have a lot of potential pup," he announced. "Such a good hard worker, eager... but you need a coach. Someone to guide you, to give advice and instructions... make you a better muscled wolf. That's what you want to be isn't it... a well muscled wolf..." "Yes," murmured Duxtin softly. "You like muscled folk don't you," continued Boughton, running a paw up and down the wolf's chest. "Yes..." whispered Duxtin again. "How does it make you feel... watching big muscled folk work out?" he asked. "Horny..." came the answer after a few moments. "And how do you feel when you work out...?" "Horny..." "That's a good answer pup," replied Boughton with a smile, his hand moving down to lightly rub over the wolf's sheath which surged a little. "You just seem to be in luck," continued the stallion in his soft monotone. "I'm available as a coach for you. You can make it into my special class... we meet tomorrow... Can you make it tomorrow?" "Yes," murmured Duxtin again. "That's good," smiled Boughton. "I want you to come tomorrow, just like you are now... The session starts at eight, so come then... You won't want to wear your clothes and that's fine, you can take them off as you enter and just work out with no inhibitions, just listen to your coach... remember his instructions and tomorrow you will come. You will come and obey your coach." "Yes" agreed Duxtin. "Good pup," smiled the stallion. "Now, you've had a good session, but its time to go. Put on your shorts and you had a wonderful work out, it feels so good... you're going to come back tomorrow at eight." "Yes," nodded Duxtin, pulling himself into an upright position and fumbling for his shorts. "Eight..." "Yes. Good pup," rumbled Boughton, grinning a little as he guided the wolf back towards the door. By the time Duxtin made it to the street, his mind had cleared. He felt great, a good all over work out. He was definitely going to be back tomorrow. Boughton watched the wolf's tail wag as he left, then locked the door again smiling to himself. It appeared he had just inducted another recruit... --------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- The following evening Duxtin found himself packing his gym bag and heading out of the hotel. It had been a tough day at the new office and lifting some weights would really make a difference. He pulled open the door and Boughton smiled. "Greetings again Duxtin," nodded the stallion. "Feel free to use the main gym, there are some of my friends in there at the moment, but they won't mind you. Go in and get started, I'll probably join you all in a while." "Thanks coach!" smiled Duxtin and headed for the change rooms. He blinked, realising what he had called the horse, but the stallion did not seem to mind. The wolf dumped his bag and pulled off his shirt and, after a moment of hesitation, pulled down his pants as well. He felt a little self conscious but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew clothes hid his body and it did not feel right to hide such a thing. Duxtin poked his head out into the main room tentatively, there were probably half a dozen other guys all hard at work. None of them were wearing anything and he immediately felt more at ease. He walked in, careful not to disturb any of them. He sat at one of the machines and began pulling the pads in against his chest, feeling the hiss of the weights behind him and giving a soft grunt of exertion. He found himself starting at his reflection, watching the wolf before him flex his muscles. The scene was somewhat erotic, he had a clear view of the wolf's sheath and could see it begin to fill, each compression causing it to pulse until a sliver of pink began to slip free. Somehow he knew that was an indication to change and he stood up, looking over the room as he moved to a new machine. Like him, the other guys were all in various states of arousal. There was a lion nearby with a full heavy sheath watching over a bull who was bench pressing. Each time the bull pushed the bar up, his shaft would flex and both of them would give a soft grunt. He sat at the new machine, reaching for the bar above him and looked over at the wolf who was beside him. The wolf was staring at his reflection in the mirror and Duxtin could not help to look down at the throbbing length, each time the wolf pulled down, the length of meat would twitch and pre ooze out over his sheath. The wolf looked over, his eyes partially glazed and Duxtin gave an encouraging nod and began to work his own machine, feeling his shaft climb every time a muscled strained. Duxtin was not sure how long he worked out for, it was if he was in a dream. It felt so good to be there, working out with the other guys, pumping iron, building muscle. He was so relaxed, so focused, everyone in the room was. It came as a shock when he heard his coach calling everyone in. "Please finish your last reps and come over here please," announced Broughton. The wolf looked up from the bench where he had been working his thigh muscles, easing the weight back down he moved over to there the stallion was, admiring his physique once again. The space around him was soon filled with the other members of the squad, Duxtin's sensitive nose could smell the mixture of sweat and arousal, his eyes occasionally flicking to the erect shafts before returning to the coach. "You've all done very well," said Broughton. "You've all be very focused and working hard. I can see that. I am very impressed." There were happy rumblings from the crowd. "And because you've pleased me," continued the stallion. "You may now please yourselves. Your workout should be rewarded. High energy protein shakes for each of you." Duxtin looked around in surprise as the group began to pair off. The wolf he had been admiring early approached and took him by the hand, leading him to one of the nearby machines. It was strange, the wolf had a strange glazed look in his eye, but when Duxtin caught sight of himself, so did he. The wolf pressed Duxtin back into the machine and he naturally felt himself grasping the equipment, pulling down on the weights. He gave a gasp as the other wolf lowered his head onto his shaft, taking his entire length within his mouth in a single move. The gasp quickly became a groan as he flexed his muscles, the sensations were too much for him and a moment later he climaxed, his thick lupine seed spurting into the wolf's muzzle. Duxtin panted, leaning back recovering as he let go of the weights, the other wolf continuing to suckle, taking all that Duxtin could offer. It was some minutes before Duxtin could move again and he was suddenly aware of how thirsty he was. He slipped out of the machine and the other wolf took his place. Duxtin suddenly felt quite strange, he could feel himself lowering, his muzzle opening as he licked and nuzzled around the wolf's large length, copying him he opened his mouth and swallowed it down, his tongue curling around it as his teeth rested against the furred sheath. The first wolf pulled down on the weights, grunting as he started his reps, a few moments later Duxtin felt the shaft swell and the balls lift against his chin, thick rivulets of hot cum gushing into his mouth which he swallowed down eagerly. The remainder of the night was a bit of a blur. Coach talking to them about them being a good team and how good it was to work out, there were showers, lots of sexy, well muscled naked furs walking around with some friendly groping and testing of muscle strength and then suddenly Duxtin was back in the cold night air, his body tingling with the effort of the work out. The next gym session was in three days time, but there was nothing stopping Duxtin from working out in his hotel room... lifting a few weights... It was good to focus and work out... coach said so...