Bar Jocks (Story Two, Part Three) {Kinda NSFW}

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Part One

“Oh ye gods and fishes.”
Moose was staring slack-jawed when he walked into the Bar Jocks gym. He noticed that not only Arc and Sirius were there, but also two other people: Sarge and his husband. They were at a weight bench, tossing several massive dumbbells with ease.
“Hey, private,” Sarge called from across the room, racking his set. He was dressed in a camo tank and a worn pair of shorts. “What’s shaking?”
“Sir,” Joe said, easing his bag down to the floor and walking up to him. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
Sarge smiled slightly. “I used to, and Huxley liked it so much that he offered me permanency.” He reached over to shake Joe’s hand, then bring him over for a huge hug.
“Furpile!” Someone called out, and Joe was hugged from behind. A moment later, and he was hugged from another side.
“Oye!” Joe said as he was hugged. “Stop that!”
Arc and Sirius separated. “I knew that you were huggable,” the blue-furred fluffmonster said, wagging his tail and grinning. He reached over to rub Joe’s shoulder. “All that cuddly fur. Yum.”
“You’re scaring him, guys,” Sarge said as he let go of the moose.
“Sorry!” the two said one after another.
“We thought you’d need the support after what happened last night,” Sirius said. “And since you were asleep most of the time you were here earlier…”
“We didn’t get to give you an official greeting,” Arc finished.
“Ah, I see,” Joe said, not really seeing it.
“Anyway, we’ll let you be,” Arc said, “and continue with our workout.” He flexed a massive arm for a moment, and walked back to the bench, Sirius in tow.
“Can’t blame them,” Sarge said as they walked off. “They’ve always been like this.”
“You’re telling me,” Joe said. He turned to the rat. “Permanency?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I met my husband here.” He hooked his thumb to the guy, who wasn’t paying attention to the action and instead curling a heavy preacher bar.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He calculated something with his fingers. “Was working here for three years, met Gear, dated for a year, and got married. After that, Huxley said I could come and work anytime I want. Been a couple of years after that.”
“Wow,” Joe said, clearly impressed. He noticed the other rat coming up to them. “Heya, sir.”
“Call me Gear, kid,” he said, shaking hands.
“If and only if you call me Joe, sir,” the moose said back.
“Agreed, Joe.” Gear said solemnly.
“When he’s in the gym, he’s one serious guy,” Sarge said. “Unless those two,” he added, waving a hand to Arc and Sirius.
“We heard that!” Sirius said.
“Yeah, whatever,” Sarge called back. He smirked and went back to Joe. “So, whatcha working on?”
“I was thinking of arms. Maybe shoulders.”
“Ah, excellent,” Gear said. “We’re doing the same.” He glanced sideways at his husband. “Perhaps we can get him in?”
Sarge returned the glance. “Certainly.”
The two lead Joe into a very brutal workout. Preacher curls followed to barbell lifts, pulley extensions to machine resistance lifts. Occasionally, Arc and Sirius joined in, cheering Joe on. However, when the workout was finished, Joe collapsed on the floor, trying not to wince in pain.
“Hell, that was awful,” he said, trying to move his arms and failing somewhat.
Sarge chuckled and helped Joe back up. “Wait until leg day, private,” he said. “Then you’ll learn what pain truly is!”
Gear nodded. “Keep training with us, and you’ll get results. Not what you need anything else,” he added, rubbing Joe’s arm.
“Yeah,” Sarge said, rubbing the other one. “We still haven’t gotten some time with you.” He grinned. “I’d love to get a taste of that thick rump you got.”
Joe tried to pull away, but they didn’t want to let go.
“Hey,” Arc said, coming up to them. “Looks like someone’s enjoying this.” He reached over and rubbed Joe’s thick bulge for a moment. “Damn, you’re huge.”
“Now guys, that’s enough,” Mike said from the doorway. “You’re scaring the poor guy, and he’s been through enough.”
“Always a spoilsport,” Sarge said. But he didn’t stop rubbing the arm until the ‘roo loudly cleared his throat. “Fine, fine,” the rat said, backing up and letting Joe walk off.
“Uhm, thanks for the workout,” Joe said, picking up his bag. “Same time tomorrow? Or the next?”
Gear put his arm around his husband and smiled slightly. “Tomorrow’s abs for us, so you’re welcome to join if the arms aren’t giving you trouble.”
Joe nodded back and followed Mike out of the gym.

“Are they usually that brazen?” Joe asked the ‘roo.
“Not really,” Mike said, “but they do like you, which is saying something.” He eyed Joe. “Are they bothering you?”
“No, not really,” Joe said poker-faced. “You have showers, right?”
“That we do,” Mike said, leading Joe back to the changing room. He pointed to a bright blue door near a water fountain. “Keep in mind that it’s communal, so you might get to see other guys showering.”
“Gotcha.”
“Now, to a bit of business.” Mike gently pushed Joe down to a bench and sat beside him. “At the moment, the bossman is thinking that, although you did well last night, we do not need another incident. So you’re not working tonight.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“You’re welcome to stay, have dinner, maybe a drink or two.” Mike grinned at Joe’s expression. “You can be like Sarge and mingle with the fellow guests. Or you can stay here in the back and hang with the rest of the guys. We’re having a small bachelor party for one of our guys; he’s getting married in a couple of days.”
“And tomorrow?”
“You’ll probably be back on the floor, stalking.”
Joe nodded. “Okay then.” He stood up and took off his shirt.
Mike whistled appreciatively. “Wow.” He placed a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “You’ve gotten bigger?”
The moose chuckled. “Probably from the workout I got from Sarge.”
“Yeah, he does amazing workouts.” Mike stood up. “Now I got to get going. It’s up to you if you want to stay or go, but whatever your decision let me or Carl know, okay?”
“Yeah.”

Joe stood under the hot water and let it run over him, washing off some of the soap he lathered on himself and some of the soreness from the workout. He felt like he could crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the night.
“Aw hell, dude,” someone said, breaking Joe’s thoughts with frightening speed, “look who’s here.”
Joe turned to see Arc and Sirius coming into the room naked. Through the surprise, Joe noticed they were rather largely endowed, but he turned back, blushing.
“No need for that,” Arc said. “We’re all guys here. Though,” he added, glancing at Joe’s wet figure, “I will say that you look amazing naked.”
“That he does, dude,” Sirius said.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Arc said, coming up to Joe, and rubbing his back.
Joe closed his eyes and stifled a moan. “Damn, that feels good.” He felt someone rubbing his chest and noticed Sirius doing it.
“Yeah, got a nice moosie here,” he said, groping Joe’s pecs. His fingers brushed against the thick nubs, and Joe gasped. “Aw yeah.”
“Anything we want to help you with?” Arc asked, his hands snaking around to grope a heavy set of equipment. Joe groaned in pleasure. “I thought so.”
They lead Joe through a satisfactory worship session, with the two egging the moose on to flex his muscles as the two licked and groped, then turned it around, making him lick and grope their thick forms. Joe would have resisted, but something about these two creatures made him turned on very much.
“Fuck,” Arc said, licking a moose chest nub. “I can’t get enough of this guy.”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, nuzzling a thick arm. “Such a huge moose.”
Joe just leaned back against the wall, letting these two studs pleasure him. He felt a familiar rumble in his balls, and he groaned loudly as he shot a heavy load.
“Damn!” Arc said, reaching down to milk Joe’s member. “Look at this!”
Sirius reached down to join in the groping. “Yeah, let it all out, moosie.”
Joe groaned as heavy pleasure racked his body, causing his legs to give way and him fall to the floor. The two didn’t stop groping and licking, though.
A few moments later, Joe’s orgasm subsided, leaving him with a goofy grin on his face and very satisfied. “Fuck,” he said shortly. He looked at the two and shook his head. “Damn, I needed that. You had no idea.”
“I can tell,” Sirius said, reaching over to lick Joe’s cheek. He and Arc helped Joe stand up, and helped him wash off again and to clean up the mess.
“Does this happen often?” Joe said when they left the showers, all of them covered in bright, fluffy towels.
“Well,” Sirius said, “the boss frowns upon the idea, but he really can’t help things if they escalate to sex.”
“We usually take people home so we can have some fun there,” Arc said.
“I see,” Joe said, seeing Mike come in. “Hey, hey.”
Mike froze and glanced at the trio of guys swathed in terry cloth. “I was wondering where you three went.”
“They helped me wash,” Joe said with a straight face. “I couldn’t reach my back.”
The ‘roo’s eyes narrowed, eyeing the two guys who were now slipping into matching black and white singlets. “I see. That explains the string hanging from your antler.”
“What?!” Joe glanced upwards, seeing nothing. He blushed when he realized that Mike set him up.
Mike grinned. “It’s alright, really it is. I just had to verify that you did that.” His gaze included the other two. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Got it, Mike!” Arc and Sirius said in unison.
The roo shook his head in amusement. “I didn’t expect this on the second day. But then, not many people can resist them once they have their target laid out. Like a certain rat couple.” He shrugged in resignation. “Anyway, just letting you guys know that we have an hour before the night shift, and that means a meeting. Not you, Joe,” he continued when Joe stepped forward. “This is for tonight’s shift.”
“Oh,” Joe said. He began pulling on his clothing.
“But you’re welcome to stay,” Mike said, quietly taking in the sight. “I think we’ll have that otter friend of yours over.”
“Frankie?”
“Yeah, he wanted to see you in action.”
Joe rolled his eyes. “Argh, that guy.” He noticed Arc and Sirius heading to the door. “I’ll see you guys later.”
Arc turned around and winked. “We’re not done yet, Joe,” he said, then grinning at Joe’s blush.
“Well…,” Joe said, turning to Mike. “I guess I can stay here a bit longer.” He grinned. “It’ll be a shame not to hang out with Frankie more.”

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