This choice: You need to burn off some anger at the gym first. • Go Back...Chapter #6Burning Desire by: oldshep   In your fury, you sling your gym bag over your shoulder before slamming the door to your room shut. You need to let off steam, and hell, you're not going to follow in Trist's footsteps. No, you're heading over to the gym to burn through your rage, maybe let that anger fuel your workout.
You'd like to think of yourself as the Hulk, every shitty thing that's happened to you fuelling your anger, making you stronger, bigger and a whole lot meaner. But you know that's wishful thinking. There wasn't anything special about you. You've seen some guys with fantastical powers; your buddy Seth works as a security guard at the military base your dad works at, or at least, that's what he tells you. He says that there was this kangaroo that could literally suck the muscle out of another guy. You thought he was pulling your leg, especially when he added the part where the kangaroo would also grow every time he orgasmed and that his jizz could grow anyone who drank it. At least, you used to think it was a joke.
Then you met Kazu and Noah, your gurus, teachers, senpais. They were awesome. Noah was a fucking beast, he could put on muscle like no other. You thought he might just be gifted, but after a couple months, it's becoming very clear that its not natural. No one develops a god-like physique like that. No one. Not even Gabe, an absolute tank of a raccoon, or you buddy George could put on the pounds like Noah could. The pine marten put on a freakin' inch on his arms just a week before his first competition! You can tell, just by looking into his eyes, you'll catch a brief glimpse of yellow in them, that there's something not natural about him; and you don't mean geared to hell either. Hell, Steve Collins, the legendary bodybuilding ferret, is keeping tabs on the marten. He's probably not ready to share the spotlight with another mustelid.
And then there's Kazu. Where could you begin? The shiba was normally a cute, little doggy. But, the moment he becomes aroused, he balloons into a giant hulk of unbridled size and power. You pretty much cream yourself every time you watch him do it. Partially because Kazu looks amazing with all that bulk on him, but mostly because you want to be able to do that. You've always wanted to believe you could be special.
After all, what other kangaroo, other than dear old dad, could claim to be 6'6" tall? You were pretty bulky too. There were times where you'd become giddy about the thought of being one of the few 'barbarians' as they were calling it these days. Guys who grew to absurd sizes. Some nights, you'd lie awake and you could swear that you could will yourself bigger. But every time you awoke in the morning, you were no different than when you went to bed.
You slam the door to the house shut and wait for the bus. The Caucasus, the gym you and your friends joined after meeting George was a good 30 minutes or so away from campus in an industrial park. You sigh as you take your seat and plan through your workout for today. Leg day, your favourite. Most guys hate it, but you like to think of your thighs as your best assets, being the kicker for the football team after all.
The amount of beef at the Caucasus was astounding; one of those serious iron pits. And this one even took it a step further; with all the stars in the bodybuilding scene working out there, it;s more than starting to garner attention. It's building a reputation as the ultimate meathead's gym. You swear you can come in for multiple workouts a day, cardio in the mornings that were too soggy to run outside and weights in the afternoon, and you'll see some huge lunkhead throwing weights around that had been there all day.
As you get off at your stop you see a prime example of said lunkhead. Coming out of the doors of the Caucasus was the veritable wall of grey lupine muscle, George Kuznetsov. The wolf looked absolutely pumped, his arms angled outwards, his biceps too bloated with blood to give up any space. You wonder how he got here, his truck still in the driveway at home. But then, you see a humongous white paw wrap around George's shoulder, an equally humongous white wolf standing beside him and giving the grey behemoth a fist bump. Ah, that explains it, George's brother, Jared. They likely had pulled one of their all-nighter workout sessions. You wish you had their endurance.
"Oh hey, Andy!" George calls.
"Hey," you reply softly. You briefly look at his arm and then at yours. No comparison. You're never going to look like that.
"Hey, squirt," Jared chuckles, his free paw ruffling your head fur. You know he's trying to mean well, to be nice to Georgie's new friends; reconnect with his family. But the guy could be a little rough.
"Ow," you grunt, pulling your head away.
"Coming in for a workout?" George asks.
"Yeah, just blowin' off steam," you growl.
George tilts his ears and furrows his fuzzy brow. "Somethin' wrong?" he asks.
"It's nothing."
"It's not trouble with Trist again, is it?" the grey wolf asks, a little meek for his size. You know you and Trist are some of George's only close friends at school; he'd hate to lose either one of you.
You explode. "It's that Travis guy!" you shout. The two wolves look at you and nod. It's no secret that Travis and Tristan are two of the horniest guys at the gym. And rutting season was in full swing.
"You need me to take care of him for you?" Jared snarls, pounding his fist into the meat of his palm.
"No," you grumble. In truth, you want to strangle Travis to death. You wouldn't mind being Jared's size and squeezing the life out of the gazelle before slowly pushing a 2' plus pole into- Okay, there you go again, imagining yourself as a muscle-giant and fucking everyone that's ever screwed you over. You did it to Trist a lot lately, imagining yourself so big you could fit all your friends on your massive, pillowy pecs. But you've done it with Tommy McAvoy in the past; he's this asshole on the football team, a golden retriever the size of a truck who treats everyone smaller than him like shit. You imagined catapulting him off your cock for a field goal once. Hell, you've even done it to your father. Ahem, you're a little ashamed that you jerked off to dominating your own dad, but to be fair, you know power gets to your head. And overpowering your father is the ultimate power-trip. That asshole practically disowned you when you came out to him.
"You sure, man? I saw Travis in there just now," George says.
"Um, you know what?" Jared says, butting in. He pulls out a keychain and tosses it to his brother. "Why don't you get to class, I'll stick around."
"What?" you and George blurt at the same time.
"What? It's your lucky day Ali-"
"Andy!" you huff.
"Uh, Andy. You get a world-class bodybuilder as your workout partner today," the white wolf says, puffing out his massive chest and flashing you a pulse-quickening smile.
"Just don't hurt anyone, okay, Jare?" George sighs. "Trav's still kinda my boss, sorta."
"Scout's honour," Jared booms, pounding his chest, the sound like crashing thunder to your oversized ears.
"You were never a boy scout, literally and figuratively, Jare," George groans. The grey wolf looks at his phone and sighs, knowing his class starts soon. "Alright, I guess... I'll see you guys later." He waves you off and is on his way, the ground shaking slightly underneath you as he plods to the oversized sportscar.
"Looks like it's just you and me, kid," Jared says with a toothy, unwholesome grin.
***
"C'mon, pussyshit!" Jared yells, a string of spittle landing on the bridge of your nose.
"I can't... c'mon, I already did all my sets for the day-"
"You want to stay small?!" Jared roars into your ear.
No.
"You want to stay weak, huh, pencilneck?"
No.
Then...
"...lift that weight!" Jared orders.
You snarl and clench your teeth together as you push up with your quads, your legs burning. Jared had you working on squats at a weight 50lbs heavier than you're used to and for two sets more than you've ever done. It fuckin' hurt. You roar, your voice going hoarse as you blast out one last rep. You feel Jared slap your butt and he takes the load off your shoulders, easily carrying the barbell in one hand. Fuck, he's tossing your squat weight around like a plaything!
"Ya did good, Archie-"
"Andy," you growl, your voice gone, too exhausted to be angry.
"Andy. You know, you got potential." The white wolf smiles and you feel your heart skip a beat. But then you realize, you've heard that before. Tristan's always saying you could be the next big thing. Ty says you got 'good bones.' George loves to squeeze you during your weekly orgy sessions and tell you he thinks you're getting a bit bigger each time. Noah-senpai showers you with praise. Hell, Steve Collins once said you've got the makings of a bodybuilder in you. And yet, look at you. You're barely bigger than you were a couple months back!
"Whatever," you grumble. However, something inside you boils over. You don't know why, but you're shouting. "You don't know what it's like, man!" The whole section of the gym goes quiet. Hell, you even see Noah and Travis off in the distance staring at you as they finish up their workouts before heading to work. "You don't know what it's like to have a dad who doesn't fucking care. You don't know what it's like to feel small, when all your friends are huge and you can't even put on a pound to save your life." You see Jared's ears flop down.
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