Splatterworld - At The Gym

A guest story by Charn. This is a furry story.

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When the gym opened that day, around nine in the morning, there was already a group ready. Chav checked his iPhone as they scanned their ID cards. They had been waiting outside, talking, and the conversation continued into the gym building.

“Yeah, seriously!” a blue hawked, muscle chubbed husky said, already peeling off his jacket. “Saw it with my own eyes. Skater dude, some kind of rat, tried doing that.. You know, halfpipe thing or whatever. Jumped up on a railing, you know? Only one foot, slipped RIGHT off, and down he WENT.”

A heavily haunched akita rolled his eyes, waiting for the wolf in front of him to find his card. “We’ve all seen that video, Ivan. Splatter, right, pouring out the legs of his shorts when he stands up, and he’s all like, “ha ha!”  until he realizes his manhood’s dripping down on his expensive punk boots. That’s not even real, dude, it’s an advertisement for Nike.”

“Nah dude, he like, hits the pipes, and makes this funky face!” The husky stuck out his tongue, scrunching one eye shut, the other wide open. “And when  he fell off the pipe, it like, *squeegeed* his nuts right out of his board shorts. There was like this white paste all over it!”

“Riiight.” The akita shook his head, scanning his card, then jumping forward as the single non-canid amongst them, a horned, hyena spotted bull they call called ‘Beef’ swatted him in the ass. “I’m so sure that you just happened to see this.”

“Fuck yeah, I did!” The husky’s eyes glinted, as he reached into his backpack. “Don’t believe me, Alan? Then whatcha think THIS is?!” He laughed, and slung a blob of something slick, greasy, and grayish onto the akita’s naked chest.

Beef laughed. So did the wolf behind him, a burly, black shagged brute with a booming, harsh boom. 

“You DIDN’T!” Beef exclaimed, the akita frowning at the clinging goop on his chest. “Ha, no way. Seriously?” He leaned over, scooped up a fingerful, tasted it. Laughed again. “Seriously, you did! That’s raw nut paste on ya, Alan!”

Alan scowled, sweeping it off onto the floor as they continued into the changing room. “Gross, dude.”

Up at the front, Chav shook his head. This was going to be a messy day. 

Dials were spun, lockers being smacked and yanked open, the stink of old gym clothes flooding into the already musty air. The slenderest of the five, a fluffy gray wolf, pushed everything down in one sweeping gesture. He stepped out of shoes, socks, sweat pants and boxers in one step, and stood aright. Standing taller than the others by about a foot, it was hard Not to notice the lupine’s heavily rounded, even furred testes, and a sheath that had what looked like a can of peas wrapped up in it. The booming voiced wolf was bent over, next to the gray wolf. This made the gray wolf smirk, and he put a foot up on the bench, right next to the brown wolf, leaning his hips forward. 

“Hey, Mach,” the wolf said. “You got something on your ear.”

“What?” The brown wolf sat up, head coming up, thunking against the underside of the other wolf’s fat nuts. His ear was pushed down, those musky balls leaving a stripe of musk-streaked fur across Mach’s cheek as the wolf teabagged himself against his taller workout buddy. “Ahh, Luke, you faggot!”

Luke laughed, giggling and stepping back down, turning away from the big wolf. “Just thought you might appreciate seeing some Real nuts, since you got so excited seeing the skater punk’s nuts on Alan.”

“Wha-?” Mach sputtered. He glanced down, and saw that his cock was chubbing out over his own hefty set. Now, of all the wolves, Mach clearly had the biggest nuts, and as if to further underscore that fact, they had a glossy black riff of fur bisecting one from the other. They slung heavily in a tight scrotum, brown and smooth other than that riff, and the neck of it was crinkled with stretched wrinkles. His cock usually nestled just on top of that ruff of fur, a massively thick, uncut piece of work, with a wide, plump cockhead. That cock head was currently hovering an inch above his nuts, and Mach’s ears tinged red. He hadn’t even realized it had been happening. “Oh, bull shit.It’s just happy to be in the open air. And don’t you talk to me about being a faggot, Luke. I know goddamned well you’re just here to try and re-tighten that glory hole you call an asshole.”

Luke snickered, tail flickering behind him. Mach could see the twin apples of Luke’s nuts, still dangling low from the heat inside the wolf’s sweatpants, but already seeming to contract, scrotum tightening around them to pull them back towards safety. He reached in between them, wrapping his fingers lightly around the wolf’s nut-sack, and goosed them downwards.

Luke yelped, twisting around, and Mach was on his feet already. The gray wolf’s dick was lipsticking, a sleek red point of doggy dick sticking out of his sheath, and Mach wrapped his fingers around that, instead. 

“Don’t try to deny it,” the shaggy wolf crooned, reaching down to handle his own dick. He wasn’t getting any  harder at the prospect of having sex with Luke, but he felt that wet spire jut out, hard against his paw. He enjoyed the teasing, and he knew Luke enjoyed barbing him into asserting his masculinity, and he enjoyed doing it. “I know that’s why you picked the locker above mine.” He reached past the wolf, slamming the locker closed, and then pushed up into his muzzle with his own. “You *like* being this close to a big, burly direwolf.” 

He clacked his teeth together, Luke blushing now, the taller wolf staggering back. His shoulders hit his locker, as Mach leaned in to kiss him. He glanced to Beef, who had his phone up, obviously filming them. 

“Dude, fuckin’, no!” The gray wolf stammered. “Not into you that way!”

“Aww, come on. Give the big, bad wolf a kiss.” Mach grinned wider, and stepped in, pushing his leg in between Luke’s. He winced as his knee slammed into the edge of his locker door. He had forgotten that was open. It slammed close with a clang, and Mach went for it, kissing Luke on the mouth, fulfilling his deepest fantasies, no doubt.

Luke was too stunned, mouth open, eyes wide, to respond, so Mach made a show of making out with the gray wolf. He pulled back, the expression on the wolf’s face comical. His tongue hanging out, his eyes dilated to the point that Mach couldn’t even see the golden yellow behind them. 

“Wow, you really liked that, huh?” The wolf realized there was slick heat running down his fingers. He stroked Luke’s cock. It was completely hard, a jutting red spear of thick dick he could *almost* get his hands around. And he had Big hands. “You *really* liked it.”

Luke squeaked. His eyes began to cross. Mach’s ears perked, and he glanced down, to the dick in his hand, the runny streaks of cum that wasn’t squirting as much as oozing out of it, and to the distinct lack of testicles, usually jutting proudly under that sheath. He leaned down, seeing the stretched neck of the wolf’s scrotum, leading back between his legs.

“Oh. Oh. Guys!” Mach barked. His tone was urgent, but not with concern. Rather, with the immediacy of a funny prank that was about to happen. “Luke just popped!”

Beef stumbled closer, nearly getting toppled by Ivan as he swung around the corner from the other side. 

“Ha ha, holy shit!” Beef said, pointing. “His nuts are IN Mach’s locker!” 

Luke whimpered, glancing to Beef’s phone, his eyes shifting from stunned shock to sudden embarrassment. He waved at the hyebull, gesturing feebly. “Dude, turn that off!”

“No way, this is perfect!” Beef said, crouching, his own tighty whities dangling, full of fat beef eggs and a fattening sausage. “Oh man, they’re  not ENTIRELY in your locker dude!”

“What?” Mach said, looking further under. True enough,. There was the tell tale start of two bulges, two big wolf balls that then narrowed impossibly into the slat between the door of his locker and the locker itself. “Oh, sick.”

“Open the door,” Luke squeaked, his voice getting higher by the second. His lean body was tensing, his cock still oozing, dark now, almost purplish. “Open it, hurry!”

“Well, okay, but!” Mach shrugged, sensibly. “It’s not gonna open like that. The door’s not all the way closed.” He toggled the latch, but the door, in fact didn’t open. “So I’m gonna have to-”

He thumped on the upper corner of the locker door, pounding it into place with a Clang! At the same time, he heard a wet Splelch sound on the other side. Sort of like the sound a tomato makes when it’s being stomped on. “That did NOT sound good.”

He chuckled. Luke groaned, collapsing. Mach grabbed the wolf, catching him from falling over, and his tattered nut-sack slithered wetly from the now-closed locker. It dumped busted nut chunks onto the floor, looking similar to the milk and oatmeal that Mach had had for breakfast that morning.

“Fucking gross, man. You got your ball guts on my foot.” He dropped the collapsed wolf onto a bench, lifting up his foot and shaking it comically. He wiped it off on the sleeping gray wolf’s belly, nudging that dark purple dick, which was still oozing a now-clear fluid. “You owe me a pedicure.”

The other foor went into the gym proper to let the gray wolf sleep it off.

Ivan smirked to Mach, nudging him as they walked past the rowing machines. “You eliminating competition?”

Mach raised his eyebrows. “Huh? What?”

Ivan nodded. “We all know his balls were Almost your size. You got rid of his to make your own the biggest?”

Mach shook his head. “Total accident, man. That’s not my style, you know that.” He smirked, “You paranoid?”

Ivan scoffed. “I come from much stronger stock than Luke. I have eight brothers, all older than me, and only two of them are Duds.”

Mach had heard this before, and shrugged noncommittally. “And I’m sure they’ll all keep their nuts, well into their 80s, cuz nobody wants to get close enough to ya to do anything with ya.” He snickered, then got tagged by Beef to spot him while he bench pressed.

“Hey, I already snagged Mach,” Ivan frowned. “You use Alan.”

“Alan isn’t known for his upper arm strength,” Beef countered. “Go wrestle with him for a bit and when you’re done, you can use Mach.”

“Boys, boys, there’s enough of me to go around.”

Alan raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wrestling ring. “You up to party, punk?” He asked, but Ivan sneered.

“I’d rather work alone.” He turned, twisting, the husky’s tail curling over his back as he stomped over to the free weights. 

He fumed as he picked up a weight, put it down, picked up a different one. Beef was always snagging Mach first, making Ivan wait. He was tired of the big bull always getting first dibs.

He settled on the barbell, pulling two of the seventy five pound weights over, settling one on each end. Then, two more. Three hundred pounds pinned the solid aluminum core to the ground. He crouched, mounted the barbell over his shoulders, and stood again. Pushing up, feeling the blood surge into his back, shoulders, thighs. Standing, shifting one foot slightly further apart, rebalancing. Good.

He was wearing his red jockstrap today. It kept things bundled nicely in the front, the straps biting around the round muscles of his asscheeks.

He squatted, feeling his center of balance shifting upwards, from his chest to almost his shoulders. Stood again, feeling it sinking back down. Then back up, feeling the blood pounding in his brain. He had turned so that he could watch Beef and Mach, counting his reps to match their own. He smirked. Beef had half the weight on his pole that Ivan did. Weak. 

He squatted down, and his legs spread, his jock strap tightening against his own thick log. Was he paranoid? Mach had popped Luke’s nuts, and it had only been two weeks ago when he had popped the last wolf to join their little group’s balls. The red wolf had barely sat down on the weight bench before Mach had ‘accidentally’ dropped a barbell between the wolf’s legs. They had only realized how bad he had been .. ruptured, when he started dripping out the side of his leg. Was Mach intentionally going after other wolves?

He felt the jock stretch as he leaned down, again, and then he felt things shift inside it. His dick was pushing out against the worn cotton mesh of his jock, and it had been getting steadily more engorged, as the blood pumped through his body. And, as it often did, it had pushed one of his nuts out. Ivan felt the white fuzzed lime resting against his thigh, and as he stood up, his thighs crushed it together between them. He huffed, carefully not finishing the stance, as doing so might very well crush his nuts. Ivan did not have much of a thigh gap. Thigh gaps were almost necessary for continued virility on this planet. It was not unexpected to have a quarter of a marathon’s runners drop out before finishing, after scissoring their nuts into goop inside their shorts. A thigh gap kept those vulnerable, delicate male organs less stressed, less abused.

Ivan’s family had some of the toughest nuts on the planet, but grinding his balls between his thighs, with three hundred and fifteen pounds of weight pushing down on those thighs, would have easily popped them.

Carefully, he squatted back down, his tail flicking as he shifted his knees. He worked them back and forth, butterfly flapping them, until he felt his other nut slowly, shyly flop down out of his jock as well. There. With them both free, there was the freedom to let them get pushed around. He stood, again, but they were only JUST sticking out. They needed more freedom, they needed to hang lower.

“Need help?” He heard, as he carefully lowered himself back to squatting again. Alan.

“Ugh. No. Go away,” He spat, shifting his right leg, trying to get his nuts to unstick from just hanging outside the leg of his jock.

“You sure, you don’t want me to spot you? I can handle it?”

“No, you can’t Handle it. You can’t even handle dumbbells. Weak.” He spat again. “Go back to wrestling with your dick.”

Alan circled around behind him. “Ah, I see what the problem is. Your nuts are hanging out.”

“Yeah, no shit, I got it. Got it?”

“Lemme just give ya a bit of a helping hand. No sense in having you damaging yourself.”

Warm fingers wrapped around Ivan’s plump plums, and started tugging on them, playfully. His fingers were warm, and Ivan gritted his teeth.

“... not when you have a buddy to help.”

“I don’t nee-YIPE!” Ivan whimpered as those fingers casually clamped closed. Not around his nuts, through them, for the chubby akita’s fingers had slid down, to grip those two balls together, and with that clamp, he mashed them together like two clay eggs. They both felt the husky’s testicles rupture, crushing wetly apart like pulled pork, popping wetly in their sac, a squirt of compressed fluid fizzing between those fingers. His jock was soaked with a sudden drooling splash of cream, the husky letting go of the dumbbell senselessly.

Alan jerked back, as the barbell came down, narrowly missing it racking him on the forearm. The squashed contents of the husky’s nuts shifted, settling heavily into a single globe of mush in the bottom of that white furred pouch. It looked more like a weakly filled balloon, than it did a nut-sack, now.

“Aww, shit. Had no idea,” Alan smirked, wiping his fingers on his fundoshi. “You’re always going on about how tough you are. I figured you could handle more than a single squeeze from a weak ass akita like me.”

Ivan groaned, going face down onto the mat he had been working out on.  Across the room, Beef and Mach had stopped, looking over with perked ears.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Alan said, stepping over Ivan’s thigh, the husky groaning and cupping the front of his crotch. He felt the husky’s fingers under his ballbag, as he stepped on it, hearing a few more delightful squelches as he further discontinued the husky’s lines. “Ivan somehow popped his nuts while he was squatting.”

“Popped his OWN nuts?” Beef said, getting up from the weight bench, arms and pecs swollen with exercise. He was flushed. “Somehow I don’t think he did it all on his own.”

“I watched it happen!” Alan lied. “He was squatting, nuts flopped out, got crushed between his legs. Big Ivan crushed his own nuts.” He smirked. “It happens, bro.”

“Surrrrre”, Mach and Beef said in unison, glancing to each other, winking. They were all mostly hard now. Mach refused to wear anything, and his erection was now stiff against his belly, a handsome mushroom of wolf flesh. Alan’s fundoshi was pushed aside by a cock similar to Mach’s, thick, with soft white fur, and a dark, wine red cap. Beef was the only one still wearing anything, and his undies bulged painfully with the bulk of his bull balls. 

“Come on, Beef. Up and out, my turn.”

Beef swung off the bench, letting the wolf clamber on, scowling. 

“It’s wet.” 

Beef smirked, taking the position, letting his package rest on the wolf’s snout. “You know you love it. Come on, breathe deep. Let that musk fuel your workout.”

Mach didn’t move his head away, it did smell intoxicatingly rich. The bullyena’s nuts and dick, three separate bulges, had a webbing of stretched cotton between them, and that is where Mach’s nose pushed into, 

Alan watched for a bit. He smirked, slapping his big tummy. “I’m gonna get a recovery drink. You guys want anything.”

Mach huffed, seeing nothing for the ball goggles he was wearing. Beef shook his head. “Nah, dude. I don’t drink my recovery drinks until AFTER I’ve exercised. Makes them actually worth something.”

Alan shrugged. “I guess we have different metabolisms. Nothing gets me going like a bunch of carbs, so I can work out better.”

“Well, you’re clearly on a gaining cycle,” Beef said. His fingers rested on the barbell as Mach pumped it, up and down. “Where as I am working on trimming.”

Alan rolled his eyes, leaving, walking to the bar by the entrance of the gym to place his order.

“Does he ever actually exercise?” Mach huffed, talking around the slowly expanding bulge of the bullyena’s cockhead. Precum trickled against the underside of the wolf’s nose, the lupine licking it off, like it was sweat.

“Don’t think so. Well other than his wrestling, but even that is just kind of standing there until he can sit on someone.” Beef replied. He turned his attention back to the wolf beneath him. “He’s got some good muscle under that flab, just doesn’t seem to want to show it off.”

“Is Luke out of the locker room yet?”

Beef shook his head. “Nah, he’s probably gonna miss his cardio today. Snerk. That was awesome, I can not Wait to put that video on youtube.” 

“Ahh shit, you got that, huh? You get me kissing him?”

“Yeah! You looked totally gay.” Beef said, reaching down and giving his dick a stroke, smirking as another drop of precum landing on the wolf’s upper lips. “Not as gay as you look now, though, of course.”

“Ah, whatever dude, you know musk works.” Huffing, the wolf continued his pumping, his own dick trickling against his belly. “Pheromones. Better than steroids.”

Alan wandered back. “Oh, hey, Beef?”

The bullyena glanced over his shoulder to the approaching akita. “Sup?”

“Was wondering if you could help cover my drink.”

The bullyena groaned. “Didn’t I cover for you last week? Both your pre AND post workout smoothie?”

The akita shrugged, tapping the plastic card strapped to the bullyena’s arm. “Yeah, I know, it’s just one more time. I don’t have enough for the Super Deluxe, and you do. Come on, you know I’ll cover you next week.”

“Super deluxe?” Mach asked. “What’s that?”

“Fine,” Beef said. “But get me one, too.”

“Yeah, me too!” Mach said.

Alan twisted his mouth up, his heavy jowled puckering as he studied Mach’s muzzle.

“Well, sure, I guess Beef can cover all three drinks. One second, you know, you’d look a lot better if you got this tweaked.”

Alan casually slipped a finger into the hyebull’s waistband, tugging it forward so that that fat cock could flop out. It had been curved down, pressed into that smooth arc by the underwear’s tightness, and even after it flopped free, it took a while for it to straighten out into a proper bull hardon. “There we go.”

“Hey, dude, leave my dick alone. I’m busy spotting,” Beef said, taking his hand off the barbell to grab the sprung up dick that waggled in the air. 

“Not after your dick! But thanks for spotting!” Alan quipped, his hand sliding down, into the stretched undies, and grabbing a handful of meaty Beef balls.

“Wait, Whoa!” Beef started, but Alan already had them in his hand, and he pulled up, tugging them out into the open. 

They were very handsome balls, big, white globes, fatter than Kent mangoes, bigger than the big dog’s fist. 

“Dude!” Beef said, grabbing for his balls with his other hand. His cock twitched in his paw.

Alan was faster, though, yanking away from Beef’s reaching paw. The fat nuts, caught between his fingers by the neck of his sac, went to the point of tension they could handle, and then further.

SQUELRP! The hyebull’s nuts tore right off, thick slippery cords dragged out from the hyena’s groin, slapping across Mach’s snout as his spotter was so easily, casually emasculated.

“Fucking DICK!” Beef said, grabbing at his torn groin, staring at his big eggs in the akita’s hand. “DICK!”

“Yeah, I left your dick, like you asked. But the protein drinks need Protein, and they’re out of the Super Deluxe version. Well they have some, but only enough for ONE drink. But with THESE, I got enough for three! Thanks for Spotting me!”

Alan hopped away as Beef lunged for him, one paw still on his groin, teeth gritted. 

“GIVE EM BACK!” He shouted, hobbling comically after Alan, the chubby akita walking back to the smoothie stand. He handed them to Chaz, as Beef caught up with them. 

“Oh, do you not want your drink anymore?” Alan asked, innocently. Chaz dutifully emptied the bull’s scrotum, just out of reach of the bull’s grasping hand.

“YEAH! So gimme one of them back!” Beef wheeled

“Well, I already *paid* for three of them, sooooooo....” Alan shrugged helplessly, as Chaz unzipped one nut with a small knife. The soft flesh split open like a ripe fig, the inner blossom of delicate masculinity bulging up through the slit, densely packed. Chaz succinctly turned it over the blender, using his thumbs to turn the bottom of the nut towards the slit, and the bulk of the inner flesh plopped whole, glistening and wet into the echinacea, malted chocolate and creatine supplements already in the blender.  VRRRRRRM! It blended into a thick paste. “I guess the one you don’t want will be my post workout recharge!”

Mach, having reset the bar, had joined them, panting, watching Chaz puree one nut into paste. “Ugh, hope you didn’t get chocolate in mine, you know dogs can’t have chocolate.”

Chaz glanced to Mach, then to the goop he poured into a plastic shaker jug. “They automatically come with chocolate. No alterations,” He said, pointing to the sign above the bar.

“Oh.” Mach said, as Chaz casually juiced the second nut into the blender, adding the ingredients as required. Beef sagged against the counter as he watched his second nut turned into nothing more than a protein shake for his workout buddies.

“Fuck.” He said, defeatedly. “I was gonna use them, tonight, too.”

All three drinks (the first having already been made with the last of the bar’s protein) were placed on the bar. Mach shrugged, shook his head.

“Thanks for spotting me, Beef, but I can’t have chocolate. I’m sure it was very tasty,” he snickered, patting the steer on the head. 

Alan smirked, gulped his down with heavy, Loud swallows, burped loudly. “Wow, really hit the spot. I’m totally ready to kick some ass. Mach, you wanna spar?”

Mach shrugged. “Well, honestly, I wanted to finish lifting weights.” He clapped Beef on the back. “Come on, you up for spotting me?”

“Dude. Alan just ripped my NUTS off.” Beef fumed. He took one of the drinks, holding it carefully. “This is my BALL!” 

“Actually, sir, that’s the protein powder one-” 

Beef flung it across the bar, the plastic tumbler hitting the ground, spraying chocolate flavored ball smoothie in a wide, majestic arc across the free weights.

“Yeah. I know.” Mach said, awkwardly. “Umm. That sucks. But, like. I still gotta get my reps in. So, uh... you game?”

“I will be in a second.” Beef said, eyes narrowing on Alan as the akita walked towards the ring. “Just gonna help Alan out with something first.”

Mach handled his dick, as Beef stomped off. He glanced to the bar. Smiled ot Chaz. “So is that, um... real chocolate you are using in your drinks?”

“Carob powder,” Chaz replied. “Better for your skin elasticity.”

“Oh. Cool.” Mach said. He grabbed the remaining drink, lapping at it. “Hey. Pretty good. Super deluxe, huh? How much is one of those?”

“Thirteen bucks, each. Seven, if you provide the protein.”

“Bringing your own nuts only drops it six bucks?” Mach boggled. “Wow. It must be organic or something?”

Chaz nodded. “We offer a discount on providing your own protein, because fresh protein is a lot cheaper than the powdered stuff. We get that from overseas. Importing it is a pain in the ass.”

“Makes sense.” Mach said. Sip.

Beef stormed up to Alan, who had just gotten to the raised wrestling mat. He didn’t say anything. He just crossed the floor towards the chubby akita.

Alan lifted one knee onto the ring, crouching under the rebound ropes, sliding underneath it.

Beef closed the distance, and when he was close enough to , he lashed one huge hoof up into the air.

It slid narrowly up between Alan’s thighs, and lodged itself into the akita’s taint.

Alan coughed. The front of his fundoshi flapped forward, and something skittered into the wrestling ring.

He gawped, staring at the thick, rounded object. It was not egg shaped. It was shaped like a bottle. He glanced down.

His fundoshi had been blown open by the force of the bull’s kick, and he saw a gaping hole where his dick had been. The remains of his eggs lined that whole, forming a cone of splattered hominy, rich and chunky, on the mat right in front of him. 

“Fuckin’ A,” he muttered to himself. Then, the pain hit him, his nerves recovering from the shock of the impact to let him know, that in no uncertain terms, his nuts had just been cannonballed up, through his inguinal canal, and through the point of least resistance in his groin. Namely; his dick. His dick had been catapulted forward, blowing clean through the fundoshi, it’s tattered root spinning through the air as it rolled and rattled across the wrestling mat. His balls, trying to both escape through the hole at the same time, smashed through the impossibly too small diameter of his dick hole, had simply disintegrated. 

“Dude can’t take a joke,” he mumbled, glancing back to Beef, who stood there, smirking triumphantly. Then, wincing, as the force of the kick made his own burnt out crotch nerves flare with heat and abrasion. “Asshole!”

Beef smirked. “Mess with the bull, get the HORNS.” He snorted. 

They glared at each other. 

“That was a terrible pun. You didn't even use your horn.” Alan stated. He slid back off the wrestling ring, examining his new fuck hole. “Damn, it’s just ALL gone. You completely NULLO’D me.”

“Yeah.” Beef grinned widely. “I did.” He waggled his cock at the nullo akita. “Don’t worry though. You need some real beef, I’m sure we can make an arrangement.”

“Oh, yeah. Right. Like you’re gonna be able to get an erection in a week or two.” He snorted.

Mach joined them, again, whistling as he finished off his drink. “Well. Looks like everyone done castrated each other.” He shook his head, dropping the remnants of Beef’s ballshake to the ground, and wiped his hands together. “Guess there’s not gonna be any more spotting today. I’m gonna need a new workout group.” He shook his head, then scratched at his chest. “Not a bad workout, though. Feeling pretty pumped.”

Mach turned, walking towards the locker room. As he passed Ivan, he offered the groaning husky a hand, helping him to stand up. He snickered at the mushy bag of pulp the husky had been left with. “You’re probably gonna wanna get some jerking in. I hear that’s not gonna last long, before your body reabsorbs it.” He whistled, some half-remembered song as he strolled into the showers.

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The water felt good on  Mach’s arms. He knew using hot water, right after a workout, wasn’t that good for him, but damn it felt good. Blood thrummed through his muscles, the big, burly direwolf twisting his head, letting the water beat on his neck. Fantastic. He smirked, thinking of the look on Beef’s face, when those nuts, that had been resting so heavy against the direwolf’s eyes, were suddenly ripped away. Things had gone from a  pleasant, musky darkness, to bright light, ripped nuts, and shocked Beef. 

He was, honestly, surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. Mach had been imagining, in his head, that he was rowing oars, that every time he pushed that weight up, locked his arms, that he had been crushing those nuts a little bit more. He would never tell his gym buddies that he enjoyed seeing them get castrated, but it happened so often, with such regularity, he couldn’t *not* enjoy it. Working out and seeing dudes get nutted was his life, and this gym enabled both of those things so very, very easily.

He could have let Luke out of the locker, without crushing his balls, but he needed a sacrificial lamb. After Luke got popped, after that ball started rolling, he knew it was just a matter of time before the other guys started twisting, popping and pulping each other. 

He glanced down, his cock angry, cock head dark pink in the steaming water.

He snickered. That’s right. Luke had left him a present in his locker. That was going to be a lot of fun cleaning up. Ball paste all over his duffel bag. Not like it was the first time he had used the locker trick. 

“Hey, Mach!” He heard, glancing to his right. Beef was there, smirking. Beside him was Alan, and to his right, Ivan.

“Hey guys. Err, uhhm... what’s the term I should use, now? Duds?” He smiled back, soaping up  his arms. His cock pointed at them, his balls hanging low, heavy, dense. 

“Yeah, we were talking,” Beef said, approaching the showering wolf. “We were curious what gym you want to go to, next. Being as that, you know, neuters aren’t allowed to work out here, and all.”

Mach shrugged, shampooing his chest ruff. Shaggy black fur, pinned down, still tangled in whorls against the bulky muscle underneath. “Dunno. The Plaza? I know some other buds who’ve gone there after they got popped. It’s okay.”

“Yeah, but,” Alan said, turning on the shower next to Mach’s. Ivan silently turned on the one on the other side. “We work out so well with each other, don’t we? And the Plaza is only for neuters. So you wouldn’t be able to go with us there.”

“Uhh, well...” Mach cleared his throat, wrapping his tail around to start sudsing it up. Foam rinsed off of him in waves. “I was gonna stay here.”

Beef hugged around Mach from behind, easily as strong as the dire wolf, able to hold him in place despite the wolf’s struggles. He snickered, as Mach swung an arm back between his legs, to find no balls there to smash against. “Oh, forget that already?”

“The fuck, dudes?!” Mach sputtered, as Beef twisted around, leaning against the wall so that the  hot shower rinsed down over brown furred muscles on his chest.  

“Nahhh.”  Beef said, “We decided you’re a great workout partner. We’re gonna keep you with us.”

Alan and Ivan closed in from the sides, each one moving to pin the big wolf’s legs between their own. Mach felt the heavy, formless weight of Ivan’s bulging nutbag against his thigh, and the complete nothing of Alan’s against his other. 

“Uhh, what, you mean go to the Cerise, but that’s on the other side of town, dudes.”

“Nah. At the Plaza. Only there’s one little obstacle for you to be able to work out there, with us. Specifically, two obstacles.”

Ivan reached down, running fingers up between Mach’s testicles, along that dripping brown stripe of fur, before cupping under one heavy nut. Alan slid a paw under the other, both of them lifting them up into the air.

“Dudes, come on, I didn’t nut any of you. You nutted each other. Alan castrated two of you! You don’t need to-”

“It’s not about revenge,” Alan snickered. “It’s about you having some fat nuts that we don’t really neeeeed you to have. They’re just in the way.”

“My *balls* are in your *way* because it interferes with your workout schedule?!” Mach exclaimed, disbelievingly. 

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Ivan said. He tugged at his nut. Alan, sensing this, tugged at his.

They all watched as Mach’s nut-sack split right down the furry ruff, the supple skin ripping in half, leaving both of them with their own warm, soft stones of wolf flesh.

“D-D-DUDES!!” Mach struggled them, but his paws couldn’t get traction on the shampoo smeared floor, not compared to both of the males holding him in place, and he couldn’t leverage away from  Beef. “NOT FUNNY!”

“Aww, it’s not funny, but it’s pretty hot, isn’t it?” Beef said. Alan grabbed his cock, still hard, stroking it slowly. “Yeah, look how hard you are. You like the idea, knowing you’re about to lose your fat nuts, pretty wolf man?”

“N-n-no!” He stuttered, watching Alan stroke his hard cock, caressing the naked brown flesh of his shaft, stroking fingers against the broad, straining cap. “Hnnng, come, come on, I mean, joking aside. I have, I have important things, I need to d-do with those!”

Ivan shrugged. “We don’t.” He squeezed. Mach felt that gentle gripping squeeze pop something, juice dribbling out of the torn nut-sack. His cock lurched in Alan’s paw, the wolf panting, yipping as he felt muscular fingers rolling his nut calmly, roughly between them.

“Yeah. I mean, they’re nice? And you’re right, they’re probably the biggest, but it’s not like there’s not a thousand other wolves out there, juuuust like you, who still have their nuts.” Alan said, giving his own nut a playful squeeze.

Something else popped, a squirt of something slapping out of the torn flaps of skin, landing on Ivan’s fingers that gripped his ball.

“Whoops, slippery,” Ivan joked. “Maybe I should get better grip?” He shifted his fingers, cupping from beneath, and his fingers curled in tightly. They sunk, dimpling and then puncturing into the heavy fruit with a wet squelch that the roaring shower over head couldn’t quite mask.

Mach screeched. Well, tried to, though it came out as a hoarse little whimper. He felt the nut shudder, swelling with pressure, then releasing in a wet, soft pop that flooded down, out of the finger holes and over Ivan’s fingers. Thick clumps and running wet juice, sluicing down and dripping onto the floor.

He came. He didn’t mean to. It must have been the carob. His cock twitched, hard, spitting a single spittoon slug of cream across the room, and Mach’s body twisted and bucked as it did so. Cock flapping, shooting Alan and Ivan with pearly ribbons. One got in his own triangular ear. His fingers twitched, his toes splaying, his face screwing up in a ridiculous grimace of embarrassment and arousal and pain. 

“Htttcccchyyaaaa!” He finally grunted out, panting, the orgasm still petering away, but without the raucous static of his destroyed nut. It would still be okay, it was just one ball, and he could-

SKLCH!

Alan had slid his hand underneath the fat nut he cupped, and easy could be, he brought his other paw together. He clapped, and Mach’s nut was in between his hands, and his hands still clapped together. Through Mach’s nut. Which exploded. A disc of radial spray of Mach’s big nut, shooting out, splattering hotly against his thighs, against Ivan’s hand. His cock burped up a fat chunk, that hang from the tip like a worm, twitching as more hot goop slid past it.

It was visceral. It was powerful. And it was permanent.

Alan and Ivan cheered, the three of them letting Mach go, letting the nutted wolf slump down in the hot shower water that poured over him.

Distantly, he watched the chunks of his balls as they were sluiced against the drain. Pieces, chunk of his nut meat, gathering amongst the pubic hairs and chunks of toenail clippings. Just that much extra refuse for the janitor to dump into the trash.

Distantly, he felt his dick twitch again.