Agrees

„F-fine...” Ian said more defeated than ever.

The German Shepherd smiled, his tail starting to wag uncontrollably fast. He pulled down his underwear, showing Ian his bright, brown ass cheeks, with his dark smelling pucker already winking at him, while his erect cock and extremely musky sack was barely out of the kitty's view. Without any warning, Rocky dropped his butt back down on Ian's face, wiggling it a few times, and applying more pressure to make sure his mouth was in the right place, that being right between his sweaty butt cheeks, not an inch away from his horrible smelling pucker. His nose was completely covered by the German Shepherd's muscly ass fat, and tail, Ian couldn't breathe through it anymore. He had **** but to open his mouth, and inhale the horrible smelling heat produced by Rocky's [butt.

No struggles came from Ian anymore, he knew that the Shepard was enjoying this too much to get off him anytime soon, so he tried to comply as much as possible, and be his personal seat. Even when he had his head buried under a pile of sweaty, musky, horrible smelling ass fat, he was at least safe from the hungry jaws of any lurking pred.

Rocky happily began his work-out again, this time more happy than ever, he bounced his rear with each lift, pushing his pucker closer to Ian's opened mouth. It didn't take long for Ian to realise what the German Shepard was trying to do, so he gave in. Ian pulled out his tongue and began licking Rocky's horrible smelling hole, shamelessly taking in his horrible sweat and musk, and thoroughly cleaning the canine's brown furred ass. Rocky almost yelped feeling the kitty's tongue excitingly move against his pucker, his smile got even wider, his musky sack and twitching rod getting more excited, his mind getting more and more filled with dirty thoughts, but he was too determined to continue his work-out to give into temptation. But that didn't mean he couldn't help the kitty 'clean' his underside.

For the next few hours, Ian continued licking Rocky's butt without interruption, giving immense pleasure to the canine. At first, he thought it was ****, but as he kept going, he found that he couldn't stop, so he eagerly continued. The German Shepherd occasionally wiggled his butt, so Ian's tongue could reach new areas, most notably his big, sweaty sack that the kitty happily cleaned and tasted, before getting sent back to his anus. More sweat built on the Shepard's body, and Ian happily cleaned and tasted with his own tongue. The heat he was feeling was unimaginably high, any thought he tried to form, quickly disappeared, and got replaced with the desire of licking Rocky's ass and ballsack. His body was in pain from all the weight on his head, his tongue, nostrils and stomach, were burning from the horrible smell, and taste the kitty was taking in, but his mind didn't want him to stop, his mind barely worked at all. It felt like Ian's body was working all on its own, pleasuring the Shepard, and being his personal seat.

Rocky's workout seemed to have doubled in productivity, as the kitty didn't let him relax for even a single second. His cock remained rock solid for hours, twitching excitedly, begging for attention that the Shepard didn't give. Six whole hours the muscular dog spent lifting weights, sweating incredibly long, having his own personal seat, cleaning his ass like he was made just for it. Whines and gasps of pleasure were all that left Rocky's mouth, while Ian's muffled moans were silenced under the canine's butt.

Eventually, the German Shepherd grew tired, grew weaker, he could feel himself slipping, he could tell that he couldn't ignore his rod for much longer. Rocky dropped the weights by his side, before finally getting up, and gripping his twitching cock with his hand. Ian's entire head was drenched in his sticky sweat and musk, his tongue seemed to have tried to get one last lick before the Shepard got off him fully. As the pressure left his head, his eyes getting used to the gym's light, and his lungs got filled with clean air, his brain finally began working again. He spitted the last drop of sweat out of his mouth, whipping his face disgusted, and more ashamed than ever.

„Good... Job... Pal...” Rocky said between gasps for air. „It's.... enough.... for... today...” His hand slowly getting drenched in his own pre-cum, he turned around and walked into the changing room. „Better... get ourselves... cleaned... before...”

Ian didn't hear the last part, he barely comprehended the first part. His mind was too busy trying to understand what the hell happened for the last six hours, his body finally registering all the pain he ignored, and to put it broadly, it didn't feel very nice. Yet, he didn't stand limp for much longer, as his brain finally worked, he remembered that he shouldn't be too far away from his protector. Ian got up, his legs shaking, he went after Rocky, into the changing room, the canine's black boxers getting left behind near the bench.

The changing room was empty, Rocky was nowhere to be seen. Ian quickly began looking for him, he found that he went into the showers. He was standing under a valve, hot water already pouring on his big, naked body, but he wasn't cleaning himself. His head was looking down, his hands were gripping his shaft, slowly going up and down, while loud moans escaped his closed muzzle. It became clear to Ian that he was masturbating, he didn't mind, just surprised that he hadn't came when he got used as his toy and seat, he surely did.

Ian slowly pulled off his soggy, stained underwear, and went to a valve as well, turning on the water, before starting to clean himself off all the sweat, musk and other smelling liquid that he got from the canine. His eyes couldn't help, but look at the struggling Shepard masturbating. Ian felt quite disgusted at what he was seeing, but also quite aroused. If he didn't know any better, he'll think that he's in danger standing so close to a horny canine. He had heard that they tend to fuck anything that moves around them when they're in heat. But since he spent countless hours tendering his back end, he wasn't so horrified on the thought of doing the same with his front end. Of course, he was barely standing, his head hurt like hell, if he would have done that, he would surely faint. Yet, he didn't fear the German Shepherd anymore, instead grew quite aroused, and his mind couldn't stop bothering him to help.