Gruff’s "All Male" Gym [By Kuma Chan]

Part 15 "Roar Courage"

"Hello everyone and welcome once again to the finals of the international ‘Mr Unifurce’ competition….." boomed a flamboyantly dressed black bear as he strolled confidently onto the stage clutching a wireless microphone close to his muzzle, as everyone in the audience cheered and applauded excitedly. "I’m D.J Helze, your host with the most for this evening…..but enough about ME, no doubt you’re all eager to see our fabulous line-up of muscle-bound competitors". He paused dramatically, as the audience screamed and yelled their approval once again. "They’ve flown in from all around the world…..so without further a do… I’d like to introduce to you…. The contestants for this years international ‘Mr Unifurce’ competition !!". Some classical music started to play, and they all filed confidently onstage one after the other.

"Right, first of all we have our German contestant", D.J Helze quickly glanced down at his notes on the clip board he was carrying, "Who are you and would you like to say a few words about yourself….??" The famous radio personality bear smiled as he held up the wireless microphone for the smartly suited doberman to speak into

"Vell, my name ist ‘Fritz Blitzlicht’…. I iz from Frankfurt int Germany…..I have vun Mr Apollo an’ Mr Zeus titles previously…unt I would very much like to be vinnin’ again here to-night" the heavily accented canine blustered, before giving a broad cheesy grin of his perfect white teeth. "Oh, unt I vhinking someone must be having da private joke with za choice of music zhat just vin playing, 'Air on the G string' by Johann sebastian Bach… yah ?"

"Yeah, it wasn't my choice of tunes, but we wanted something classy, like you'd hear in a book store…." blustered the black bear host, with a wicked grin as he moved along the line up of competitors. "Next in line, we’ve got our American entry….." cooed D.J Helze as he momentarily diverted the microphone back to himself, before holding it up expectantly for the muscular grizzly dressed in smart casual clothes. "I’m from California in the good ol’ U.S of A…. the names Poe…".

"Teletubbies….TELE-TUBBIES !!" heckled a rowdy member of the audience.

"Yeah, I get that a lot…." The grizzly replied, nonchalantly, "I’d very much like to be the one to win here tonight, I know I’ve come close in the past…..".

"Movin’ on….." the flamboyantly dressed black bear wandered to the next contender, "Who are you, an’ where’d you come from…."

"Ummm, I am…my name is….Abrafo Bidal " struggled the black panther who’s English obviously wasn’t that good, "And I…have flown all the way from Africa for this competition here today, I very much hope to be taking home title of Mr Unifurse contest…..". Although his English sounded very stilted, his voice was silky smooth and he gave the audience a dazzling smile. His eyes where a captivating iridescent yellow and shone like diamonds.

"Now I know who YOU are….." cooed the D.J, as he spotted a familiar face, "You’re the ‘Mane’ attraction….Our very own English lion….". As he positioned himself to hold the microphone up to him, the audience cheered even louder than usual, as he was the ‘hometown favourite’ after all, what with the competition being held at a Gatwick airport hotel, just on the outskirts of London.

"Thank you everyone, I’m Cassius Leander, I’ve won a few titles in my time, as you all no doubt know….and I train at ‘Gruff’s Gym’ down in Surrey…..".

"We can see that by the vest you’re wearing…..Cassius Leander everybody….". Everyone cheered and applauded once again and the wireless mike was held expectantly up to the next contestant, a musclebound grey wolf., who waited patiently for everyone to settle down before speaking.

"Hello, everyone, I am Felipe Cortez, I fly here to be representing my country of Spain, and also hoping to be winning here today" the sharply dressed wolf flashed a dazzling smile to the audience as he spoke. He was dressed in a simple white polo shirt with a discreet Spanish flag embroidered on the left breast, and khaki Dockers shorts.

"And our final contestant, Ichiro Kenishi…. All the way from the land of the rising sun, Japan !" said D.J Helze as he moved on to a stern and slightly aloof looking Tosa Inu dressed in a Wale Adeyemi suit. The rugged dog just smiled and gave a slight wave as he stood in a pose as though he was a magazine fashion model. For once, the black bear was unable to think of a quick reply, "Ummm, a super-cool canine of very few words there, everybody…and that's our six contestants, all vying to become Mr Unifurse…give 'em another big hand !!" D.J Helze encouraged the audience to cheer and applaud once again, as the competitors stood in a row like soldiers on parade for a short while, before a wave from the black bear host signalled it was time for them to walk back off stage.

"How was it out there, Mas…Cassius….?" Arden rushed up eagerly to his hunky lover as each of the competitors made their way backstage to their individual dressing rooms, most of them being fussed over my their own trainers, lovers or partners. They could all hear D.J Helze introducing Lou Furrigno and the other guest judges to keep the audience amused while the competitors changed into there swim suits.

"Alright, I guess…..'Hope I didn't look underdressed, just wearing vest and jeans" sighed the muscle bound lion, as he pushed open the door to his own small changing room, and Arden darted in quickly after him. "At least you didn't look like you were trying too hard, like that Japanese guy….." fawned the tiger, hoping to console him.

"Oh, sweetheart…that REALLY suited him, he looked sharp as a knife in that…" snorted the lion. As he quickly unbuckled his expensive Evisu jeans, and pulled them down, carefully withdrawing his tail from the hole in the back of them making sure he didn't mess up the tuft at the tip of his tail as he did so. "And I bet he broke a few hearts with that 'too cool to talk' act… or maybe he doesn't just speak English…I dunno ?…he 'worked it' though…"

"What posing pouch do you wish to wear now, then…Master…?" asked Arden innocently, guessing Cassius may well change his mind, he had brought several pairs along of different brands and colors.

"I've given it a lot of thought…." cooed the rugged feline as he carefully removed his white vest with 'Gruffs Gym' emblazoned across the front. Arden dashed over to attentively help him pull it up over his head, so as not to ruffle up his mane too much. "I'm betting Poe will be wearing red Speedo's, and I'm guessing the doberman will be wearing any color but black owing to his fur color, blue, red or yellow even. Same with that black panther…. Not so worried about what color the tosa inu's wearing " mused Cassius "So, I'm going to go with my hillcrest 'pumpers' thong, in black…."

"Yes, Master…." replied Arden, looking adoringly at his rugged personal trainer, lover and Master all rolled into one as he quickly took the posing pouch out of the small holdall and passed it to the now naked lion.

"Thanks, luv…it would be a lot easier if they just let us parade around in the nude, then we wouldn't have to worry about color choices an' clashing" smirked the lion as he carefully stepped into it.

"Like the ancient Greeks or Romans did, Master ?" said Arden, as he crouched down and helped by carefully threading the lions tail through the hole in the back of the high cut thong.

"Yeah…" Cassius busied himself, arranging his lengthy cock in readiness to be stuffed into the ample front pouch like a coiled snake, "Kiss for luck…?"

Arden was about to draw himself up to lock muzzles with his lover, but the lion nodded down to his groin. Nodding his understanding, Arden dutifully knelt and adoringly kissed his Masters twelve inch cock several times along its length.

"That'll do, sweetie…. Don't want it getting all hard now do we ?" grinned the muscular lion as he tousled Arden's head fur, and busied himself tucking his maleness into the shiny black garment. So it fitted snugly in the front of the large thong designed especially for more well endowed males. "Right, just give my mane a quick brushing and I'm ready to go on"

"Umm, shouldn't you do a few exercises first to get a bit more of a muscle pump first, Master…?"

"I know what you're sayin' sweetie…but I don't believe in that, although some others do…I'd only get myself all sweaty, and besides if I haven't got it now…."

"Y…yes, Master…forgive me…" Arden gave his muscular lover an endearing sad look as he bowed his head a little in shame.

"Oh, silly…there's nothing to forgive…." blustered Cassius, as he finished brushing his mane in front of the mirror and reached down to gently cup the tiger's head in his hands and kissed him on top of the head. "Now I need to entrust you with a very, VERY important job while I'm on-stage, my slave…. Can I rely upon you to do it ?!"

"Of course, Master…you only have to name it…." cooed Arden. He'd happily walk through fire for the muscular effeminate lion, as they where so very much in love now.

"Hold onto Parsley for me, and let him see me 'doing my thing' out there…. I'll feel better knowing he's watching…and you too of course !" he added with a cheeky grin as he delved into the small bag full of swimsuits and produced his small sage green velvet 'beanie' type plush lion and reverently handed it to Arden.

"Of course, Master !" breathed the tiger once again, his mind drifting back to the first time he had seen Cassius with his beloved soft toy, snuggled up to him close to tears after they'd had there first fight and made up shortly afterwards as new lovers often did.

"Contestants to the main stage, please !" crackled a voice, over the back stage loudspeaker system. "Contestants to the main stage, please !"

"That’s my cue to go on" announced Cassius, as he hefted the large pouch of his thong to make sure his lengthy cock was held in place comfortably within it, and quickly checked his reflection in the mirror one last time before heading for the door.

"It's a shame Master Gruff an' Orsino aren't here to watch, Master…."

"Oh, I don't mind, sweetheart…I know it's not really Gruff's scene, he came to my first few comp's to help and encourage me but I could tell his heart wasn't in this aspect of competitive bodybuilding, the weights and lifting side, yes…but the on-stage posing part of it, not so much….."

"I expect he'll be watching it on TV down in Cornwall, with his friend Denzil and Cal…" Arden replied confidently.

"HUH, what was that !" Cassius stopped dead in his tracks as he was about to turn the door handle, "You said CAL', I thought he was being auctioned off…."

Arden quickly placed his hand to the end of his muzzle, the second he realised what he had let slip without thinking, and that only made him look more guilty, which only made Cassius more suspicious.

"I…I..I meant, 'Orsino'…" lied Arden.

"Well, I heard you say CAL', I'm sure of it…. If you're lying…."

Arden swallowed, remembering that he could well expect to be punished for doing so, under the unwritten 'Master and slave' rules of behaviour. Not only that, but it probably wasn't wise for him to be thought of as a liar as they'd came close to nearly splitting up not that long ago, but thankfully very quickly made up. The small plush toy he was holding served to remind him of that once again.

"Yes, Master….please forgive me I couldn’t bear the thought of Caleb going to another maybe even stricter Master, who'd treat him like dirt or even castrate him…So, I sold my car, and gave Gruff the money to go and bid for him, he can do that y’know !"

"Oh GRRRREAT, so what's it going to be like for us back at the gym now if Mardon should find out that little tit bit of information, which he probably WILL seeing as the members of THAT 'Masters decree' club are usually thick as thieves…"

"He doesn't have to know, Master… I know Gruff said he'd, 'cover his tracks' well. Gruff had him shipped separately down to Cornwall and his friend will become Caleb's new Master, he's supposed to be very much like Gruff in fact and you know how happy Orsino and Master Gruff are together… Doesn't Caleb deserve the same ?"

"We'll talk about this later !" hissed Cassius in a lower tone, with a serious expression on his face, as he opened the dressing room door and darted off to go onstage to compete. Arden stood open mouthed for a second, and swallowed to himself, before following him out to watch from the wings. Still clutching onto to Parsley the small green plush lion.

To be continued…