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"Why? You have a dungeon here, too?" Cliff said eagerly.
"Well, it can be," I grinned, turning the lights on.
"Nice set up," Jim said approvingly.
"It gets better," I grinned evilly, pulling the sling out. "Should be able to even handle us even in full bear."
I got the sling installed and began pushing the benches into a...more useful configuration.
"Isn't it funny how many things in a gym can be used erotically," Cliff laughed, helping me move the benches.
"When you consider the type of guys who use the gym, maybe not," Jim snorted, already shedding his clothes. He stood, hands on his hips, reddish fur aglow as he waited for us to finish setting up. "You're looking a little overdressed, Cliff."
I glanced over and noticed Mike had already stripped as well.
Cliff laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt. Jim stepped up to him, running his hand through Cliff's blond chest fur.
"Think we could have a go at the sling?" Mike asked from behind me. He reached around and began playing with my tits, his hard dick humping my ass. "Rather had my fill of that thing," he said, pointing at the benches.
I laughed and sat in the sling. It swung a bit until I got settled, then creaked as I began to shift. Mike was changing as well. In unspoken accord, we stopped at the hybrid stage. There are just things a hand can do that a paw can't.
He licked at my shaft, his canines grazing the sensitive skin. He cupped my nuts, his claws cool against my heavy sack. He sucked my bloated rod into his maw, his rippling tongue curling dextrously around it.
"Your papa taught you well," I growled, patting his head carefully.
"I had good teachers," Jim said.
I looked over to see he had the golden bear bent over the bench, getting his hole ready for his assault.
Mike growled and my dick vibrated in his throat.
"Keep that up and you're going to get a fresh batch of uncle cum," I growled.
"Thank God for bear balls, eh, bro?" Jim called, driving his dick up Cliff's ass.
"You said it. Otherwise, that cub of mine would constantly have me drained dry."
"They're always horny at that age," Jim chuckled.
Mike pulled off my dick and said, "I thought they were always horny, period."
"Spoken like a true papa," Jim laughed.
Mike caressed my nuts with his tongue, the tip slipping behind them.
"Yeah, Mikey. Get me ready so you can show me how a papa fucks," I growled, laying back so he could get better access.
He drove his muzzle into my crack, his flexible tongue drilling deep into my hole, his teeth grazing my tender ring.
"So how many times a day is he up to, Paul?" Jim asked.
"I've lost count. Sometimes he doesn't even wake me up. I'll just open my eyes and realize he's worked my dick up his ass. Thinking about making a cast of my dick so he can just go to sleep with that up his ass so I can get some rest."
"Yeah," Jim laughed, "Rick was lucky he had you to spell him. That one about wore me to a thread."
Mike just chuckled and reared up to press his dick head against my hole.
"Don't be shy," I told him, using my feet to push him into me.
I gave a deep sigh as he sank balls deep up my rump.
"Yeah, I needed that," I groaned, writhing around his shaft.
"What? Not getting any?" Mike grinned toothily, licking the drool from his lips.
"Spending most of my time giving."
"You are a giver," Jim said, sounding closer. I glanced up and saw the two of them looming over me. "How much do you think this can take?" he asked, shaking the chains.
"Has handled the both of us. Why?" I asked.
Jim just winked at me and helped Cliff climb on top of me. The pink head of his cock poking out from his foreskin drooled its lube down onto my face. My tongue flicked out to capture his sweet cock nectar. He lowered his head to engulf my dick. I heard something scraping across the floor and Jim stepped up onto the bench so he could reach Cliff's hungry hole. I had a ringside seat for the show as Jim's erection vanish into Cliff's ass.
The chains rattled and strained, but bore up under the double assault. I knew at this rate, I wasn't going to last long. Sure enough, between Mike pounding my ass and Cliff sucking my dick, I set off a chain reaction. When he tasted my cum, Cliff began unloading down my own throat. The air shook with a double roar as papa and cub fired away.
Jim and Mike disengaged and switched places. Mike lapped Jim's cum from Cliff's hole, while Jim cleaned up after his cub.
The room reeked of sweat, cum, and sex. But then, it always did.
Cliff climbed off of me and I surged out of the sling. The boys sank to the floor and were soon snoring.
"Kids," Jim said with a yawn.
"Tell me about it," I said, stifling one of my own. "Thing is, take this, multiply it by three, and that's like one hour with Brian."
"Think Grandpapa will survive him," he said.
"More worried about Brian surviving Grandpapa."
"Hate to admit it, but that looks like a good idea," Jim said, dropping down to settle against the boys. He smiled sleepily up at me and patted the floor beside him.
I plopped down and he cuddled into my arms.
"I love you, Bro," he murmured as slumber took him.
"Love you, too."