“Take off your pants bro.” Kent said as he was setting up the squat rack.
My mind was still going in circles of how he thought this was a good idea. A butt plug? Taped down to the bench? What the fuck?!
I trust Kent. I’ve always trusted Kent. He’s helped me out a lot with my physique, minus various sports growing up, in recent years he’s really helped me get my body in good shape. So why would I not trust his judgement? It’s not gay if it’s my bro, right?
“Kent, I don’t know, I feel weird man.”
“Bro, relax, it’s just us in here. I’m not looking at you like that. Take your pants off and let’s get to it.”
“I don’t wanna be naked man”
“You didn’t wear a jockstrap?”
“I mean, I did.”
“Then it’ll just be your ass out man, come on now.”
I sighed, fuck this is so weird. I took off my shorts and was now standing in front of my best friend since forever in a jockstrap with my ass hanging out. And the weirdest part hasn’t even started yet.
Kent finished setting everything up. The butt plug is now taped to the bench, which is pretty low to the ground so that I can get a good squat.
“Get over here bro.” Kent said. I walked over to the rack and he positioned the bench right below me.
“We’ll start light,” Kent put on two forty-fives on each side of the barbell. Fuck I was sweating. I don’t want this thing inside my ass, I don’t want to be here with my ass out, and I don’t want to squat down to where Kent can basically see the inside of my body.
I got the barbell on my shoulders, lifted the weight and squat down. This is fairly light from where we’re going to go. I made sure to do a fully squat down. Up and down, up and down. My asshole felt a cool breeze everytime I went down.
In the mirror in front of me, I can see Kent watching me as I go up and down, rhythmically in tune with my squatting.
“Go down more man. You’re not going low enough.” Kent told me.
“I’m going as low as I can” I say out of breath.
“Go lower”
Fuck. I kept going, my ass is burning, my quads are burning, I’m on my fourteenth rep and this is the lightest we’re starting. I start to go as low as I can and I feel something trying to penetrate my ass. My body reacts and twitches upwards, my legs basically pushing me up into the air.
“There we go that’s more like it. That’s what I like to see man fuck. Goin fuckin low on that squat, beautiful, okay this sets done.”
I put the weight on the rack and turn around towards him.
“Fuck Kent, that was terrifying. That thing almost went inside me.”
“Yeah, bro, you finally went low enough in your squat and guess what? You made it right back up didn’t you?” Kent asked. He was right, once the butt plug hit my hole, I pushed up on the final rep. Fuck this is still so weird.
“Turn around bro” Kent said.
I did as he said, and he put his hand on my ass cheek like he was feeling a new car.
“The fuck man?”
“Don’t be a fag, I’m feeling how much muscle you got in there. Don’t be so fuckin homo about it.” He kept feeling on it, basically holding the bottom of my ass, then he jiggled it and slapped it. “Haha, these squats are doing the fuckin job man. Gonna get a fat ass and push more weight, thanks to your little friend taped down there.”
“That was your idea man, not mine.”
“I’m not the one who’s having trouble lifting man, that’s you.”
“Whatever, do we have to keep that plug there?”
“Yes. Did you not see how much that helped you? I’m adding more weight, you know the drill get in position.”
Kent starting adding more weight, and I got under the barbell again. As it touched my shoulders, Kent got behind me and I started going.
I could feel this much more this time. I went down, squeezed my ass, and went back down. I did this a few times without problems until Kent demanded I go lower. Fuck, how low does he want me to be? I’m already lifting so much weight, if I go down I might not come back up. But fuck I’m gonna have to.
I made my decent downwards and tried my best to go down and not hit the plug, but alas, it started to touch my hole again and I shot right back up. Kent smiled in the mirror, like he’s enjoying this. Or maybe he’s getting satisfaction that I’m getting better at squatting?
“Yeah man, fuck keep going.”
I followed Kent’s command and went down again, the plug touched my hole again and I shot straight up again, I was about the rest the barbell back on the rack until Kent stopped that from happening.
“Bro, I know you got at least three more in you, don’t quit now.”
“Fuck man I can’t keep going. That plug’s getting too close for comfort.”
“Quit being pussy, fuckin squat and come back up”
The sweat was beaming down harder now, my back was wet, and ass was sweating, fuck.
I went down for another, trying to go low to the ground, my asshole was touched again, but I couldn’t get back up, my quads wouldn’t push me up, I tried to push through my ass, but it didn’t help me either. My legs started shaking, this fuckin plug was still touching my hole, this was too much. I couldn’t do anything, except try to throw the weight back onto the safety rack and plummet to the ground.
Except there was no ground, there was only a bench and a plug taped to it. I felt a burning sensation and an insertion in my ass. It tried to go up all the way but go stuck halfway through. I just got fucked dry by this fucking plug.
I went straight forward, out of breath. My ass was now up in the air, in front of my best friend, with a butt plug hanging out of it, halfway at least.
“Fuck man, you almost had it bro. Fuck bro your ass is so fucking big.”
I felt a release from my asshole. The plug must’ve fell out.
“Ahh fuck, fuck. That fuckin hurt.” I said as I got on my knees to conceal my hole from Kent. My asshole was burning, bad. I’ve never had anything go up it. I mean of course not, I’m not fucking gay.
I turned around and saw not the plug on the ground, but Kent holding it in his hand.
“You almost had it man. This fucking thing got you pretty good though.”
“Yeah it fuckin went straight up my ass man, it fuckin burns.”
“Oh calm down man, it’s not even that big.”
“Oh yeah, why don’t you sit on it and see how it feels inside your hole?”
“I don’t need to do that, I squat way more than you do. And don’t get cocky, I’m trying to help you man. You got a fat ass, but that doesn’t mean it’s all muscle and will get you up from a squat.”
“Yeah whatever man. I’m done with this.”
“No the fuck you’re not. Not until you can lift more at least.”
I got up fully and walked passed him to get my pants back on. “For real I’m not doing that again, it hurt. And it’s fuckin gay man.”
“Gabe, get your fat ass back over here.” Kent demanded.
“Why you gotta always talk about my ass man?”
“Bro if you’re insecure about your ass, just own it. I can admire a fat ass when I see one. It’s not gay, you just have a fat ass.”
“Whatever, I’m not doing this again.”
I bent down to pick up my shorts and Kent comes up behind me and puts me in a head lock. He keeps pushing my head down to where I’m face to face with his crotch.
“You’re fuckin done when I tell you you’re done, you understand bro? I’m trying to help you man, calm down. It’s just us in here, this is a good idea, you pushed up so many times before you even hit the butt plug man. You just had one slip up. Now say the magic word and I’ll let you go.”
I stayed silent and tried to break out of it, but he wouldn’t budge. I’m not saying it this time, no way, not after what just happened.
“Silent treatment, huh? Oh well, guess I’m not letting go until you say it.”
He squeezed his arms harder around my neck, his muscular, big arms. Strong too might I say. I tried tapping out and that didn’t work. He kept pushing my face to his crotch area, which if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, he was getting hard. His rising dick was growing and was right near my face.
“Fine, bro, I mean sir, please let me go sir.” I finally gave in. He released me and I fell backwards onto the ground with him standing above me.
“That’s right.” He said as he was looking down on me. “Oops,” he looked down at his growing erection and shifted his dick, “haven’t jerked off in a while, haha.”
“Got hard while head locking me, bro?” I said to him.
“Quit getting distracted, you’re not leaving until you’ve hit you’re pr for today.”
I sighed, I’m really stuck here. He is helping me after all.
“Take your pants back off and lets get to squatting again.”
Fuck.
