To be Rocky's seat

„Fine. I'll be your seat...” Ian murmured defeated, and humiliated.

„Great!” Rocky exclaimed, his tail began to wag even faster. „Just sit down on the ground, and lay your head back on the bench.”

Ian shamefully followed Rocky's command, and did as told. As he stared at the ceiling, Rocky's body came into view. He was smiling down at him, before turning around, showing the kitty his big canine ass cheeka covered by a layer of black fabric mixed with his sweat, then lowering his butt down, taking a seat right on the kitty's white face. The German shepherd was way heavier than Ian thought so, his face also got flattened under his ass, and he felt an immense pain. Besides the giant crushing weight on his head, the only thing worse was the heat, the horrible smelling heat, coming right between the German Shepherd's buns. A horrible mixture of his backdoor, scent, musk and sweat, all **** by the kitty to inhale. It made matters worse when his nose was shoved right between the canine's sweaty ass cheeks, and had a better whiff of his backdoor. Ian thought it was a good idea to use his mouth to breathe, but once he opened it, the sweaty fabric of his underwear made itself known, and Ian got a taste of the Shepard's sweat, and musk.

Ian began to struggle under the German Shepherd, tried to either push him off, or tell him to get off. Rocky, however, didn't listen, on the contrary, he shook his ass on the Ian's face, getting himself even more comfortable than he already was, and getting more of his sweaty boxers inside Ian's mouth, which he could totally feel his tongue under his sweaty sack. Happily, Rocky continued his work-out, the staring eyes of the preds inside the gym, slowly went away as they realised that Ian already had someone to worry about.

Rocky continued his work-out for a few minutes, with each squirming coming from the kitty below, making him more horny. His body began to sweat even harder, both from the big weights he was lifting, but also because how excited Ian made him feel. He couldn't help himself but to pull out his tongue, and pat like a dog in heat. He wasn't the only one taking advantage of somebody smaller than him, so nobody looked his way, but to him, all of this was new. Rocky never had somebody under his rump, making him feel like that. If only those pesky underwear weren't in the way, he could probably feel even better. That gave him an idea...

Ian didn't know how long he was under the German shepherd, getting treated as his seat for his disgustingly sweaty bum, but eventually Rocky seemed to have understood his struggles, and got up, the soggy fabric of his underwear, peeling off Ian's face like tape. The white kitty gasped for fresh air, his face covered in his own sweat and the Shepard's. Looking up at the dog, he realised that he hadn't walked away from him, and instead, was still over him, with his sweaty ass very close to his face.

„Hey, buddy.” Rocky smiled awkwardly. „Would you mind if we did this without my underwear. I feel like we'll enjoy it better without them.” His fingers were already on the black boxers, like he didn't care too much on whether Ian agreed or not.

„Are you kidding me? This is pure ****!” Ian screamed, some stared at two of them. „I did not sign up for this!” Ian tried to get up, but one of Rocky's big feet pushed him back down.

„Come on buddy. You don't want to get eaten, do you? I promised you I'll keep you safe, but I can't do that if you don't let me.” Rocky shook his bum slightly above Ian's gaze. „So, how about it?”