Saturday came and I was a nervous wreck.
Keegan and Rachel had prepared me the best they could, but nothing was going to dispel the butterflies in my stomach any time soon. I skipped breakfast and Keegan gave me my first enema to get me ready. It was uncomfortable and a little demeaning, but the fact that Keegan was doing it turned me on for some reason…fuck I was turned around.
Ezra came in a little after noon, he looked pissed when he came in and I felt myself shrink away inside.
"Baby," Rachel cooed at him, "What's wrong?"
He tossed a gym bag down and scowled, "Fucking found out Lori was cheating on me, fucking cunt."
Wow someone cheated on this guy? Fucking braver person than me.
"Oh sweetie," she said tutting a hand on one of his massive shoulders. Fuck it looked like he was carved out of stone, "You wanna call today off? Get your head on?"
"Fuck no!" He said sounding every more pissed than before, "I wanna fuck something and fuck it hard." He looked over at me, "You ready kid?"
I nodded mutely, even though I was not in any way ready.
He looked at Rachel, anything special or just normal clothes?"
"What you in the mood for?" She asked.
"Personal trainer gets fucked," he answered with a toothy smile.
She nodded, "Ok, we can use the gym for that. Why don't you go change and we'll set up in there instead?"
He nodded and walked out, still looking furious.
"Ok s we need to get you into some new clothes and set up."
She gestured for me to follow as she walked out of the room.
"Um, is he normally that mad?' I asked her.
"Ez? He always seems mad, it's just who he is. He was a marine for six years until he got kicked out."
"For what?" I asked, horrified.
"I think he hit a commanding officer, put him in the hospital."
Fuck.
She saw the look of panic on my face and smiled, "Don't worry pup, he's not going to hurt you…much."
She unlocked a door and walked in.
"Much?" I asked with a squeak in my voice, "Much?"
"Yes much," she said looking around the room. It was filled with racks of clothes, all different kinds from the looks of it. Well not clothes as so many costumes. I saw a fireman outside, police, have a dozen different military ones…it looked like it was a wardrobe department for a movie.
When she saw I was still panicked she sighed and got closer to me, "Sean you have this, why do you think Keegan has been riding your ass so hard this week? He's been conditioning you to get fucked roughly, and you took him with no problem. I saw the tapes, you got off on it."
I felt my face redden as I realized she had seen all that, but I was also excited as well.
"No, we need to dress you up in some athletic gear…" she went to one of the racks. She pulled out a crop top sweatshirt and held up to my chest, "Oh yes, get naked."
I began to rip off my clothes as she continued to look.
When we got to the gym there were to cameras set up with guys behind them and Ezra was already using the cables to do deep lunges, making his arms and shoulder fucking look huge. He was in one of those skinny, bodybuilder tanks that was just two strips of cloth for the shoulder and a low v neck to show off the top of your pecs. He had one a pair of tight, red marine corps shorts, the tank hung low so I couldn't tell what I was about to get fucked by.
He saw us walk in and nodded, "You wanna get a pump before you get pumped?"
I chuckled but he didn't as much smile.
"Um sure," I said as he stepped aside for me to take a rep.
I went to pull the cables down and they barely moved. Holy fuck what was he putting up? I looked over and saw nearly the entire rack had been clipped, and he was doing those like they were nothing.
"Want me to lower it?" He asked, pure disdain in his voice.
I shook my head, "I'm good," took a deep breath and really dug in.
I grunted as I slowly lifted the weight, my arms felt like they were on fire as I tried to step forward into a lunge. I struggled with it for about twenty seconds, not going down at all, before my arms started to shake and I was forced to let go.
The racks slammed down with a fucking thunderous crash as I almost went to my knees fro exhaustion.
"Nice try tiny," Ezra said slapping my shoulder as he walked over to Rachel. All I could see was two solid rocks of muscle for his ass that flowed down into a air of thighs that looked like they belonged in a comic book. Even his fucking calves were huge, his calves! Jesus Christ this guy was just too much.
I stretched my arms, trying to get some feeling back into them as Ezra and Rachel talked. She seemed into him, the way she laughed, her eye contact, everything. I felt a pang of jealousy for a moment, I never noticed she looked at me like that.
But she did say I finally got to fuck her if I did good at this, but I still wondered…would she had made Ezra wait? Had she? The thought of them fucking upset me and turned me on at the same time…come on Sean get your shit together!
Ezra nodded to Rachel and then came walking back towards me. Rachel walked to the center of the room and got everyone's attention.
"Ok listen up everyone, this is scripted up until the action, once we get there we're off book so make sure you are keeping the action in frame and be ready to move when they do," she turned around and looked at me, "Ok Sean, for your first time we're gonna keep it simple. Ezra here has just come in to hire you as a personal trainer. That was your job before yes?"
I nodded.
"Excellent! So then just pretend Ezra here is a new client and talk to him just like you would anyone else. Don't try to act, just talk. And if you think you messed up a line or something just keep going. Don't stop and don't look at the cameras. Just act natural and try to relax and you'll be fine ok?"
I nodded again, my fear ramping up.
"Ok so we all got it?"
The cameramen gave her a thumbs up, Ezra then did the same, she looked at me and I raised my thumb, hoping that was right."
She smiled and nodded, "Ok guys, have fun."
I saw her start to walk out, and I called out, "You're not staying?"
She shook her head, I'm going to be at the board watching the camera feeds, don't worry pup, you got this."
She gave me a wink and left, leaving me in a room full of strangers to get fucked.
"So you ready?' Ezra asked me, literally looking down. He was easily three inches taller.
"Um yeah, so how…"
"I'm going to walk off camera, and then they are going to say go, I'll walk in and just pretend I'm a new client."
I nodded, "Ok, got it."
He just turned and walked away without another word.
Fuck I was nervous.
One of the cameramen said, "And go."
Ezra walked towards me with a thin line of a smile on his face.
"You Jake?" He asked.
Took me a second to remember that was my name.
"Yeah, you my new client?" I asked holding my hand out.
He looked down at it, "Yeah, I booked you for a session," he said gruffly, "Sorry about the time but I like to work out late when no one's here."
"Sure, no problem," I said not sure where he was going, "So what did you want to work on?"
"Back mostly," he said turning around, "I feel like I'm not getting enough bulk."
He flexed his back and my eyes got wide. It was like a fucking roadmap made of muscles, just fucking everywhere. This guy was insane!
"Back yeah, I can show you some," I walked over to the cables, "How about we start here."
We walked over to the cable pull, and I lowered the fucking weight, so I didn't literally die on camera from exertion, "Ok, ever do lunge pulls?"
He shook his head, "Nope, not one to work out in a gym."
I chuckled, "You sure look like it,"
He just stared at me.
"Right, ok let me show you," I moved over and grabbed the cables and went down with one foot out, "You wanna start your rep here and then slowly bring them down to the center of your chest."
I slowly pulled them forward, I could see my arms out of the corner of my eyes and was proud, this week of cramming really did help. I brought them to the middle of my chest and held it, "You wanna hold it here for a second and then slowly, let the cables go back. The key is controlling their speed, you don't want them to fly back, you want to be in control of them the whole time."
I got back to standing and turned to him "You wanna try?"
He shook his head, "Show it to me again, the feet placement fucked me up."
What placement? You fucking put one foot forward and…ok, he's in charge.
I get into position again and repeat the rep, slowly as to make sure he gets the form.
"You train girls too?"
"Yeah, men and women, whoever wants a session," I said doing another rep, waiting for him to say he got it.
"You ever train a girl named Lisa?"
What the fuck?
"Um, no, no Lisa I can remember…."
I went to go back to standing and he was right behind me, I let the cables go in shock as he put a hand around my throat and pulled me back, "Why you fucking lying?"
"I'm not!" I tactically screamed, what the hell was this?
"My girl said she's been fucking some personal trainer here, and I think that's you."
I almost look at the cameramen in panic but remember what Rachel said, this is just part of the thing, so go with it.
"No man! I've never talked to a Lisa."
He spins me around and I am eye level with those fucking pecs, "You such a pussy you can't man up?" He really looks like he is going to kill me, "Fine, we do this the hard way."
"Wait," I say as he grabs my shirt with one hand and tears it off like it was paper.
"Look at you," he sneers as I step back, "Fucking pretty boy bitch, spends all his time in a gym, just to look pretty."
I hold my hands up and keep walking backwards, this seems way too real.
"See this?" He holds his arms up and flexes, his biceps look like oversized cantaloupes, they are fucking massive, "This is real strength, from working, from actually doing shit." He lunges and grabs the back of my neck before I can move, "You're just a fancy cunt with muscles."
He drags me to a weight bench and tossed me down on it.
"You fucked my girl, now I'm gonna fuck you."
Oh ok, so this is like a bit, I feel a little better and say, "But I didn't fuck anyone…"
He backhand slaps me, hard. My head snaps to the left and I taste blood in my mouth.
"I didn't say you could talk," he growls, "Look at me!"
My eyes meet his and he peels his tank off like he was Hulk Hogan or something shit. His torso in just…perfect. I mean every line, every muscle, every cut…it's like someone made a statue of the perfect fucking guy and it came to life and is about to fuck me.
"I'm going to show you what a real man is,"
My face hurts and I wonder if this is still acting, he really hit me.
"You a fag boy?"
"No!" I answer, half shocked and half pissing myself.
He reaches down and grabs my neck again, this time he has his whole hand around it. He squeezes and I feel my air get cur off, "I think you are; I think you're some fag boy who has to fuck real men's girls behind their back. I think you're just a bitch waiting to be fucked…"
My eyes are watering, and I am clawing at his hand, holy shit this is real.
"So, I am going to fuck you," he tosses me aside and I go flying off the weight bench to the floor. I am coughing, trying to catch my breath as he stares down at me, waiting.
"What the fuck?' I asked, knowing this wasn't part of the plan.
"Get over here," he orders, his finger pointing right in front of him.
"I don't want to do this anymore…" I say, more to the cameramen than to him.
He reaches out, grabs my hair, and drags me to his feet, "I said get over here."
"Fuck!" I scream as he yells go, "What the…"
He holds up a hand and I stop talking instantly.
"You think you're a man cause you have those fake ass muscles and girls look at you and smile. You ain't no man…."
He pulls his shorts down and steps out of them and waits.
I look up at a soft cock that hangs over six inches long. Fucking soft this thing is bigger than most average dicks. Even sleeping I can tell it's thick, it hangs down over a set of massive balls. I just stared stunned; people say I have a big cock but this…Jesus fuck.
"Yeah, take a good look pink, this cock is going to be your lord and savior."
I gulped hard as I saw it begin to twitch. It was like watching a giant snake slowly wake up. The shaft expanded, I saw the head begin to fill with blood, slowly rising towards his rock-hard stomach. It was over nine inches and just stared at me angrily. He reached down and started to stroke it, the giant head was red and swollen, and a bead of precum hung at the slit.
"This, this is a man's cock," he proclaimed and all I could do was nod.
"Treat it with respect!" He said grabbing the back of my head and pulling my mouth over that plum sized head. I instantly started to gag as the thing assaulted my mouth. I tried to remember everything Keegan had told me when he made me deep throat him but I was panicked and his thing was so fucking big!!
"Yeah, choke on that cock you fucking bitch," he raged, not letting me move my head, "You wanna fuck my girlfriend? Then you get to be my new cunt!"
He let go of me and I fell back choking, rubbing my throat I cried out, "Dude I didn't fuck anyone!"
"Keep lying," he said grabbing my shoulder. He pulled me to my feet like I weighed a buck ten, he tossed me face down on the weight bench. I tried to catch my breath as I felt him rip my shorts, exposing my ass.
"Wait!" I cried out, I was actually scared, I didn't want to do this anymore.
His hand slapped my cheeks hard, and I yelped.
"Shut up you fucking pretty boy bitch, this is happening."
I felt his giant hands pull my cheeks apart and I looked back in terror. His face lowered itself down and I felt his tongue force itself inside of me.
"Unnnn", I cried out he forced past my sphincter effortlessly. It felt like a small cock instead of a tongue. I moaned despite my fear because it felt intense. The warmth, the sensations, it made my cock start to come to life as he held my ass in place. My fear was quickly being overcome by lust. I felt my ass backing up on his face despite my reservations. It was like body knew what it wanted instinctively.
"Yeah, grind that pussy," he said as he pulled off of my hole, "Fucking muscle cunts love to be played with." He spit into my hole, and I felt a finger shove its way into me.
"Fuck!" I cried out and he slapped my ass again.
"Shut up you fucking baby, you're loving this!"
I squirmed as he dug into my ass, stretching my hole inch by inch. It fucking hurt but he held me fast with one hand like a was a fucking child. I took a sigh of relief when he removed it and then let out a scream when he shoved three into me. I wanted to ask what happened to two, but I couldn't talk from the pain my ass was sending me.
"Fucking shut your mouth," he growled as he twisted his fingers around, "You muscle bitches are all the same, whine, bitch and moan…but you all end up begging in the end."
He crooked his fingers and pushed down, and my entire body jerked. I left out a whimper as he started to push massage my prostate.
"Oh god…" I moaned as my ass backed up in its own, "Fuck yeah, fuck…"
"Yeah see," he said in a mocking tone, "All muscle pussies like to be played with. Right girl?"
My vision was filled with flashes of light as he kept nudging my fucking button, "Yeah, yeah I love it," I admitted as I felt my ass slam back on his hand. It was humiliating as fuck but my body didn't care as I begged him for more.
"All you bitches need is a real man to handle you," he yanked his fingers out and I actually groaned in disappointment.
He flipped me on my back, again tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I felt the wind knocked out of me as he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. I wasn't ready for this, I tried to close them but they didn't budge. No matter how hard I tried they wouldn't move. I looked up at him in panic and the smile on his face was pure malice.
"This will teach you to fuck someone else's girl."
"I didn't fuck your…" and he shoved his cock into me.
I fucking screamed as his thick ass cock destroyed my hole. He was so much bigger than Keegan it wasn't funny. I must have blacked out from the pain for a moment because one second, I was screaming and the next he had his hand on my throat again.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled as spots began to form in front of my eyes. I was losing consciousness as my brain screamed for air. I felt my body go limp as he let go.
I couldn't even think. All I could do was lie there, trying to breathe again. He fucked me savagely, his monster cock pounding me again and again as I just stared at the ceiling, wondering where I was. All the sounds were muted, and I felt my body move with each push. Agonizingly slow I started to come back to my senses, and with that came the fear. This guy did not care if I was here or not. He didn't care if I was liking it, into it, fuck I don't even think he cared if I was alive. I struggled to talk when I realized something huge.
There was no pain.
He had fucked me so hard when I was out that my ass had adjusted to his tool, though how I didn't know. All I did know was that he was filling my ass so completely that it felt like I was getting fucked for the first time. He had stretched my hole so much that every nerve ending was sinking with pleasure as his horse cock smashed my prostate over and over.
I hadn't even realized I was moaning until he chuckled "Yeah, you have a hungry pussy just like Lisa. Maybe I'll make you my next girlfriend…what you think punk?"
"Oh fuck me…" I called out, my mind reeling from the sensation. He had my legs completely spread open, like I was a fucking girl getting railed in some guy's back seat. He loomed over me like a fucking god, I felt tiny compared to him a feeling that was growing with each second. My head flew back as I arched my back, trying to push back against his thrusts.
"Asked you a question bitch, you wanna be my girlfriend? You wanna get fucked like this all the time?"
"Oh yeah, I'm your girlfriend…please…fuck me…" my mouth called out, shocking me more than ever. I was still scared of this guy, and I wasn't sure what was going on but my body, my body was fucking losing it. My cock was completely hard, and I felt myself getting close to cumming and I hadn't even touched it.
"Yeah, that's my girl…"he said with a leer, "This is getting boring, let's see how flexible my girl is."
He pulled his cock out and I literally heard myself whimper against my will from the emptiness in me. He took my legs and pulled them over my head, hooking them under the weight bar. My ass was sticking straight up and he climbed on top of the bench, he pointed his cock down.
"See, this is much better," he said as he lowered himself over me, his cock plunging back into my hungry ass. I called out in delight as his cock started to rub whole new areas of my ass. Again he was so big and this position exposed different parts of my ass it was like being fucked for the first time again. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I held on for dear life.
He kept pushing down into me, making me grunt with each repetition, he was slowly bending me in half, only my shoulders were on the weight bench now. I was just riding the bliss that was his cock when something pressed against my mouth. My eyes flew open and I saw my own hard cock hovering over my face. I was so turned on and my dick was so big that it was right there. Tentatively I licked the tip of it, wondering how it would feel. I felt a thrill go through me as I licked the head of my own cock, the feedback loop of pleasure was insane.
He kept pounding away at my ass, forcing me down more and more. My tip pressed past my lips and I could mouth the first part of my cock completely. I sucked at my own cock like a baby with a bottle, precum spilling all over my tongue. I was moaning around my own cock from his fucking, he was hitting my prostate now, the entire length of that monster was now only pleasure for me. I couldn't think straight as more and more of my cock filled my mouth. I don't think he even knew what he had done but I was licking around my own shaft, marveling at how thick my own dick was for the first time.
I felt my balls start to tingle and knew I was close. I tried to move, unfold myself to tell him but I couldn't move. With my cock in my mouth, I couldn't talk and he was just too strong for me to budge. I struggled, trying to so anything but I was stuck. He had literally overpowered me and I was helpless, just too weak to do anything.
I was too weak; I could see it and I began to just unravel.
My whole life I had thought I was strong. I had lifted weights, gotten bigger, loved the way that girls looked at me when I wore a tight shirt, the appreciation guys gave me at the gym when I worked out. I had thought I was the biggest, baddest I could be. I didn't understand when girls said they were afraid to walk home, the thought of someone overpowering me had literally never passed my brain. Not once in my life had I ever felt like I was in danger.
But I did now.
I wasn't a man, Ezra was a man, a real man. The cock in my mouth wasn't a real cock, a real cock was the donkey dick that was owning my jock pussy. Because that is what I was, a jock pussy. A cunt to be fucked, here, pinned to the weight bench, this guy doing whatever he wanted to me, both knowing there wasn't a thing I could do about it, at that moment I realized I was nothing but another muscle slut.
I was almost crying as I realized how stupid I had been. How much time I had wasted in trying to be a man, trying to be strong. Flirting with girls, trying to date, it was all for nothing because in the end this is where I belonged. On my back with a real man fucking the shit out of me.
And I loved it.
Everything went away and I just accepted it. I had no purpose other than pleasuring real men, I would work out to look good for them, I would keep myself looking fit so that I would remain attractive to them…I was going to live just to be used like this again and again. I finally got what Keegan and Rachel were trying to tell me.
I had never been a person, I was now and always had been, a fucking puppy.
My mouth flooded with my cum as Ezra pushed me over the edge, his fucking cock making my pussy cry with all the pleasure he could. Cum flooded down my throat, filling my mouth and then out the sides of my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as my load as I could, but it was just too much. I was so turned on by revelation that it was more than an orgasm.
It was a baptism.
Warm cum slid down my face as Ezra continued to fuck me. My ass was raw now, my prostate was screaming with overwhelming pleasure, and I felt like I was screaming around my dick. He didn't care if I came or not, I doubt he even noticed. No, a man like Ezra didn't care when his girl came because she wasn't there to get off, she was there to service him. He kept punching at my pussy for what felt like hours. Finally, his cock slipped free and my legs fell back to the weight bench.
I just laid there, my legs numb, my stomach full of cum, as content as I ever have been. I feel like drifting off when I hear Ezra bark, "Hey bitch!" My head pops up instantly and he is sitting at a chest press machine. He jerks his head towards his cock and says, "It isn't going to fuck itself."
I rush over and I can finally see the cock that broke me. It was well over nine inches long and thick as a beer can, there were fucking veins tracing the side of it, the head was now a deep purple and looked like it could explode at any minute. Without being told I climbed up on his lap, looping my legs around the back of the seat and lower myself onto my man.
His cock splits my open and I throw my head back and cry as I feel him enter me in one go. My hands are on the head of the seat so I can easily pull myself up and down on that magnificent piece of flesh.
"There ya go," he says with a wicked smile, "That's better, you like that cock?"
Breathlessly I begin to ramble, "I love this cock, so much…fucking love it…oh god you are so big…"
He chuckles as he watches me ride him, "Yeah, all your muscle girls get off on it, you all cry at the start but at the end…you're all the same."
"Fucking cock…so fucking…good…." I just keep going on.
"You ever gonna touch my girl again?"
I shake my head, "No sir, no…never…"
"You know what happens if you do? If I find you anywhere near my shit again?"
I shake my head, still pushing and pulling on that fucking dick.
He grabs my hips and slams me down, "You never get fucked again."
My mouth is open in a silent scream as he begins to pump up into me, sending that cock halfway up my stomach. I can't feel my legs he is fucking me so hard, my previously tender ass is once again singing, and my cock is ready for round two.
"You want to get fucked again?"
"Please sir, please…fuck me…fuck me always…I'll be good…I promise…please…"
I am whining as I hold on as he just fucks me to death.
"Yeah such a good muscle cunt…take it…take that cock."
"Oh it's so good…so good…please sir…please…"
"You wanna cum little girl?"
I have lost language as I just nod frantically.
I don't know what he does, if he moves his hips or pushes me a certain way, but just like that he is fucking hitting my joy button and I lose it. He is just watching me scream as he fucks me within an inch of my life. I am calling out to God, Jesus, anyone who can hear. I am begging him to fuck me harder, to make me whole…I am crying from all this cock…fuck I need all this cock.
My dick explodes against this fucking legendary body and and I feel my ass clench around his cock. He groans as I feel him push up quicker, there is a tingle in my body as I realize he is about to breed me.
He is about to shoot his cum into me, a real man, into my jock pussy…oh god yes…this is what I want…what I need…please…please…
Make this jock whore pregnant.
I can actually feel this cock expand my walls when he cums. I am surprised I don't shoot off his dick like a rocket from the force. Almost instantly I can feel cum spilling out my hole, there is so much cum, he is such a stud…my load looks like a joke next to his. He keeps slamming me down on his cumming dick, getting every ounce of pleasure he can out of my pussy, using me for the purpose I was made for.
We are covered in sweat, panting as we sit there for a moment, both in orgasmic bliss.
He tosses me off his cock and onto the floor. I can feel his cum leaking from my broken hole as he stands before me. He is glistening with sweat, every line of his body exposed like he is a geek statue come to life. His cock hangs over his massive balls, even as it shrinks it is still bigger than mine.
"Don't just lie there you lazy bitch, clean me up."
I see my cum all over that perfect torso along with his own load and jump to my feet. I am lightheaded as I slowly lick my mess off that prefect body. I can feel his and with my tongue, they feel like rocks as I move over each one, slurping up our load like a cat at a milk bowl.
"You like worshipping my body?"
"Oh god sir," the words start to spill out before I can stop them, "I love it so much, you're so fucking big…so manly…" I am licking between words there is no more cum, I just want to press my tongue up against his body.
"Yeah, remember this you fucking gym cunt, this is what a real man is. Not you and your three sets of this and 20 reps of that. A real man's body is made, with work, and blood, and tears. You got that?"
I nodded as I licked, moving up to his massive bicep, feeling what a real man's arm should feel like. I was a girl next to him, worse than a girl. I was just a bitch. I could work very day for the rest of my life and never be this fucking perfect. I would always be a jock poser, wishing a real man like this would fuck me.
Out of nowhere grabs my face and says, "You touch my girl again faggot and I'll kill you." I am on my top toes straining as he effortlessly holds me in place. I try to nod but there is no way I can move while he holds me. "Open your mouth."
I willingly open it as wide as it gets.
He hocks up a huge amount of spit and lets it fly into my mouth as he drops me. I can taste him on my tongue, and I knew better to do anything but swallow it. I watch him walk away, my eyes locked on that perfect body.
"Thank you sir…" escapes my lips as I look over and see the camera men looking down at me, a leer on their face as one of them rubs the front of his pants.
I had honestly forgotten we were being filmed.
Rachel's voice comes over a PA system, "And cut, we're out."
The cameras turned off and the guys began to file out, except the one with the hardon. He walks over to me and offers me a hand. As I get up, he leans in and whispers, "I got ten bucks, how about you let me fuck you?"
I jerk back from him, shocked. He seems my expression and laughs.
"Kid, if you are going to tell me you don't do that sort of thing, I got two hours of you begging for cock for money on tape." He shook his head and began to walk away, "Fuck it, sluts like you are never a good fuck anyways.
I sat on the bench and put a hand over my face as the entire event set it. He was right, I had been a fucking slut. No, I was a fucking slut. If Ezra walked back in right now and told me to spread my legs, I wouldn't need any money to do it.
Fuck, what was I doing here?
And why didn't I want to leave?