COMMANDER FERAL'S PRIVATE LIFE II
A collection of little vignettes about Feral's off time. Hope you enjoy them.
# 4 Watching the Commander
Groans and grunts peppered the air as a variety of males worked out in the Enforcer Gym on a Tuesday evening after a particularly bad day at work. Many of them trying to burn off a surfeit of angry energy. Dark Kat had blitzed through the city yet again creating a bit more havoc than usual with the SWAT Kats defeating the criminal and the Enforcers getting the tar beat out of them.
One small area of the weight room was being scrupulously avoided. Their boss was steamed and taking it out on the weights. No one dared to stare directly at the fuming kat but all eyes were watching him anyway.
Commander Feral was wearing a T-Shirt with an Enforcer Logo, his rippling muscles plainly visible through the thin material and grey sweat pants. As he worked out, the powerful play of well defined back muscles could be seen as he worked the free weights hard despite being bandaged around his ribs and one arm. After building up a good sweat after an hours workout, he left for the gymnastic equipment. Here he put on a show that had everyone ceasing their workouts to watch.
Displaying a flawless form and grace, Feral went from horse, to rings, to beam, to parallel bars and back again. Dropping to the floor after another flight on the rings he moved off to the track and set a grueling pace that left all but the youngest far behind. Even after all that, Commander Feral was still angry and decided a bout with a boxing bag would calm him especially if he pictured T-Bone as the bag. Starting with a few simple jabs he worked up to many powerful blows that set the bag swinging. An older enforcer came and held the bag for him.
Grunting his thanks, he returned to pounding the bag setting up a fury of blows that finally snapped the bag off its chain and sent it and its hapless helper into the wall. Feral immediately lifted the bag off the officer and apologized as he helped the officer to his feet.
"It's alright sir. Man have you got a mean right hook." He grinned as he wobbled off to the showers.
Sighing in disgust, Feral pulled his gloves off and headed for the showers. He was still angry but at least some of his fury had been spent.
"Wow! The Commander sure is built. What a powerhouse." Said one admiring young male as he finished his sets on a weight machine.
"Yeah, he sure is! What I wouldn't give to see him take that SWAT Kat T-Bone on in a one-on-one fight. Man that would be really something." Said another officer heading for the exercycles.
"A lot of work went into that body. It didn't just happen overnight. When he joined the enforcers he was just a skinny shaver just starting to fill out." Spoke up an old gym attendant.
"You're kidding?!! I can't ever imagine the Commander as skinny." Said the first young male.
"Why? Because you can never imagine him a young kat?" Snorted the old-timer. "Listen youngster, that body took some five years to look like that. You can have that too if you buckle down and work out regularly. After all, your life may depend on it." After dispensing that bit of wisdom the old-timer went off to tidy up the workrooms.
All eyes spotted the Commander now in polo shirt and jeans heading out of the gym for home totally oblivious to the many admiring eyes of his enforcers.