Steam fogged the mirrors while the showers kept dripping in the background. The smell of soap, sweat, and damp metal filled the locker room, mixing with the distant echo of weights clanging in the gym beyond.
He sat on the wooden bench, still breathing heavily after training. The dark cap shadowed part of his eyes, but it couldn’t hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. His massive body, covered in thick white fur, glistened with water and sweat, every muscle highlighted by the cold fluorescent lights.
“Good boy…” a voice whispered close to his ear.
Firm hands pressed against his pecs, squeezing them slowly as a nervous little laugh escaped through his teeth. He was used to people staring at him in the gym; a body like his was impossible to ignore. But this felt different. Closer. More intimate.
“Keep working those muscles…”
The words sent a shiver through him. He lowered his head for a moment, trying to hide the embarrassed smile tugging at his lips. The workout had left his muscles swollen and sensitive, and every touch ran through his body like electricity.
Water kept sliding down his torso, tracing over his abs before disappearing into the thick fur. The hands slowly explored his shoulders and chest, admiring the result of countless hours spent pushing himself in the gym.
He finally looked up from beneath the brim of his cap, showing off a confident grin and the edge of his fangs.
“Like this…?” he asked in a rough voice.
The only answer was another slow caress and an approving nod.
In the humid silence of the locker room, surrounded by metal lockers and harsh white lights, he felt huge, desired… and proud of every muscle he had built.