It was so cold but I trudged and stamped my way through the snow. Up to my knees in the devil's dandruff as I call it but I had to press on. Luckily I worked in the same part of town so it wasn't too bad till I could get a car. I was fresh out of High School with little to no prospects so I worked in my Uncle's gym helping around and doing as I'm told. Uncle Zach was a meathead and absent most of the time but lifted with his buddies when he did come in. I was just the cheap labor he could boss around. Mom was rather absent so he had a free hand to push around his sister's kid. Zach always reminded me how thankful I should be to him for letting me keep this job. He always liked to take shots at how little I was, that I'd set a bad example for the gym. "We have a shrimp working for a bunch of sharks..." That sort of thing. I just kept my nose out of trouble and didn't socialize.
There was some kind of strongman tournament going on nearby so the gym was busier than normal with out of towners and the regular big guys. Zach wasn't a pro but liked to think he was. His ego must have been as big as his cock or so he wanted everyone to think. Either way, I didn't have to worry about him too much on the regular, daily business of the gym. In that regular business, I didn't have to sit at a desk, I just had to keep the place clean and sanitized, restock towels, wash said sweaty towels, and lock up at night. There was always the benefit of watching the gym goers. I was gay and I knew it but was deeply in the closet. I had never kissed anyone let alone gone further. There was a nice mix of eye candy and regular people watching that proved a good source of entertainment. I think that if my Uncle ever knew about me, he'd at best tease me about that or at worst, beat the shit out of me and throw me out.
I was taking a short break when I saw Anthony come in. He was one of our best lifters, always here it seems. He flashed me a smile and went back to the locker room to change out of his work clothes. How those arms fit in a best buy shirt I'll never know. He told me once that he hated working there but the gym was his happy place. That would definitely explain his physique. He came out of the locker room then.
"Hey Anthony!" I called out. "How's hell today?"
"Pretty shit, Ted." He returned. "The holidays are lousy with morons wanting to haggle."
"I could never work retail. You're way stronger than me."
"Don't I know it." He said flashing one of his guns with a chuckle. "But really, some days I want to throw a person into a TV."
"Exercise will power out there. Muscle in here." I said with a smirk.
With that, he got on with his business and the clanging of iron was roaring through the room. Zach walked in a few minutes later with a little entourage.
"I'm just grabbing something from the office. Be a good shrimp and do what ever these guys tell you." He ordered. There were three of them, all huge. I learned later, sponsors from the strongman tournament looking at and testing the local gyms. Zach left and gave them a parting offer to test out any of the equipment or the sauna if the wished.
"And who's skinny boy here?" Their apparent leader asked me.
"I'm Ted. Let me know if you gentlemen need anything."
"Oh we will, thanks." One said as they passed the front check-in.
The looked around a little then started using some dumbbells probably heavier than me. One was working up quite a sweat after a while and removed his shirt. Fearing my uncle, I didn't feel the need to enforce any rules about clothing on them. They kept at it till they had their fun and one waved me over.
"Wipe me down."
"I don't usually do th..." I was interrupted by a towel being thrown in my face. It was definitely not a request so I figured, what the hell. I started working on his cannonball shoulders, then arms, then torso. He was truly massive. I stood about 5'9 and felt like a child next to this man. His muscle wasn't defined but he was as solid as granite. My only real fear was something of mine popping up. God knows how these douche bags would take that.
"Thanks Bud." He said slipping me $20. I'll tip for them too because they're a bunch of cheap bastards."
They all laughed a little and I got to work on the others as they finished their work out.
"Do you always have someone wipe you down when you're finished?" I asked.
"Usually." One answered. "Helps to reach those hard to get spots. At least for me. Tom here just likes a power trip."
"Fuck you." Tom, the leader said laughing. "You got a sauna I hear?"
"Yes sir. Just through there." I said pointing. They kept bullshitting as they walked towards the back. Anthony came up to me.
"I'm definitely too poor to tip but I bet I could do with a rub down."
"Sure, Dude. Sit." I said motioning to a bench. I took up a clean towel and started on his arms. "You ever do anything professional?"
"Not really." He said. "I just do it for fun. I'm about to cut soon."
"You'll be looking great." I said as I lifted his huge arms a little.
"Thanks. I'll go back and shower." He said. "Thanks for the pat down."
"Anytime." I said as he got up and walked back. The big dudes were still in the sauna so I started cleaning up a little and took the towels to the back. I went into the locker room to see if I needed to do anything there. All was well except I caught a glimpse of Anthony drying off. He was amazing from what I could see and nearly all of it, I could see. He was turned away from me and I carried on over to a linen closet to grab something, On the way back to the door, I staired a little again but he turned and I think caught me. I quickly mumbled something about getting more towels and moved out of the room quickly. I made it up to the front desk and sat down a moment.
"Hey." Anthony shouted. "I don't like queers checking me out."
"I... I, wasn't... I didn't mean..." I started to stammer. His sudden approach to the desk was terrifying.
"Just kidding dude." He said with a laugh. "I wanted to scare you a little."
"Oh me heart almost exploded." I said and gave a little chuckle. "I really didn't mean to stare. I was kinda like a deer in headlights."
"Don't worry. I catch guys staring all the time." He said.
"Please don't tell my Uncle. He's already out to get me so it seems."
"I can keep a secret, if you can too." Anthony said quietly, leaning in. "I stare back."
He gave a little wink and started out into the wind and snow saying, "Till next time Bud."
I was shocked as well as rock hard. Was it possible I had a shot with Anthony? He was older but not out of my range realistically, 28 to my 19. He was way out of my league too, cute in the face with dark brown wavy hair. I spent a little while pondering it. What did he want? Quick bang and done? Relationship? To tease a poor gay closet case? These thoughts whirled through my head for a little while before I remembered the strongmen. Things had died down and the other regulars had left by the time of Anthony yelling about queers in the locker room. I went back to the sauna room and it was still engaged so I opened the door and took a peak in. Through the steam and dim reddish light, I practically stepped into a porn shoot. All three were nude and jerking off. The all looked up too as soon as the door opened.
"Grab that bitch." Someone said and one of them sprung up and thrust the door open, pulling me in. The door slammed behind me and was blocked by a massive body. The heat stung all my exposed skin.
"I found another thing for this little shrimp to do." Tom said and he pulled me down to my knees. He brought my face up to his cock which was standing a good 7 and half inches. He slapped my cheeks with it and smeared his precum around. "Open wide."
I struggled a bit.
"Open or I crush you like a soda can."
I opened my mouth a little and his head was shoved in roughly. I was made to bob on it a little with horrible threats about what would happen if he felt teeth. Tom must have been close already because he soon pulled my head down further and hit my throat. Cum gushed out and started to choke me. I couldn't pull my head up from under his solid arms. Once the cum stopped flowing, he let me up and I fell back onto my ass. They all laughed and then I saw the phone. One of them had filmed the whole thing.
"Stay down there faggot." One said as he started jerking. I was staring up at this behemoth when his cock erupted and sprayed it's seed all over me. Just then, the last one blew too and covered me. A camera flash briefly blinded me.
"Now I hope we can come to an understanding here." Tom said. "You keep quiet about what you saw and your dick of an uncle doesn't have to see these pictures. Understand?"
"I..."
"Understand Fag Boy?" He said louder.
"Yes."
"Yes what." someone else said.
"Yes Sir."
"He's a natural." One of them said. "By the way, come here."
I started to get up to the last man to cum on me but was force too stay on my knees.
"Open." I did so. He stuck the tip of his softening cock in my mouth I thought to clean it off. He began to piss. "Drink it boy. Don't spill a drop."
I tried but it started to overflow and run down my front, soaking my already ruined shirt.
"Now you've done it." Tom said. "Let's soak him." They got up and started blasting me like firehoses. I was squirming all around, choking on piss and cum, eyes burning, and cock hard all the time. I shouldn't have liked it but it wouldn't go down. After they finished, they hit the showers and passed me trying to clean up as they were leaving.
"Thanks bud." Tom said. "Remember what I said about those pics."
"Yes sir." I said horrified.
"Next time, I'll seed that little ass." Said the man that used me as a urinal.
I shook with fear and watched them leave then continued cleaning up. I didn't leave the gym till after 2am due to the sauna mess. I slept poorly and woke up early the next morning. I had dreams of Anthony that night. His muscular arms caressing me and his thick chest heaving as I laid on it. The dreams soured when those men came in again and started railing me. They were pulling me apart with their huge muscles. Arms and legs like tree trunks... I woke up hard and leaking. This was one hell of a sexual awakening if that's what you could call it.
I jerked off in the shower and raced off to work. At least the snow had stopped falling. When I got to the gym, Zach was already there.
"Good Morning." I said as I entered.
"Hey Shrimp." He said. "What did you do for those guys last night?"
My heart turned to ice. "Just what you said. Follow orders like normal."
"Well Tom said he thought you were doing a good job. He asked me to pass that on to you."
"That's very nice of him." I said cooling my trepidation.
"Yep. When he's here next, keep it up."
"He's coming back? I thought they were from out of town." I said.
"They all were but they're moving here in a couple weeks." Zach explained irritated. "Just keep up the good work and I won't have to fire you or beat you."
"Yes Sir." I said quickly.
"I like that. You're finally respecting your betters." With that, he did a last look around and left. Tom and his friends moving here... Permanently... Oh. Oh Fuck. I'm so fucked.
The day went on and on, dragging with the thought of being at the mercy of that gang of cunts all the time. That being said, my cock didn't seem to mind that thought. I just kept at it and evening drew closer and closer. I was watching the clock like a hawk Closing time was reached after an interminable shift and i headed out. Just leaving the building, a car whipped up right next to me. I was surprised and the lingering thought of it being Tom behind the wheel reared it's head. I was cleared of apprehension as the window rolled down and Anthony's smiling face presented itself.
"Get in skinny boy." He ordered smiling from the car window. I figured with the bite in the air, why not and went around to the passenger side.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Just passing through when I saw you. Thought you might have wanted a ride."
"Thank you." I said. "My house isn't too far."
We sped off and were flying down the road.
"Wanna take a little detour?" Anthony asked. "By my place?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
The car rolled up to a nice little house in a quiet suburb. There were some Christmas lights still up but he had the good sense not to turn them on in January.
"Come on in, I wanna ask you something." He said and marched up the driveway. Once inside, he turned on a couple lights showing off a lightly furnished kitchen and living room. Everything that particular bachelor would need, a couch, punching bag, and Xbox. "Follow me."
I was beginning to get nervous as we made our way to a an unfurnished bedroom.
"Well." He started. "What do you think?"
"What about it?"
"Do you want it?" He explained. "My roommate left and I need someone to share the rent with. You'd be up for about $550 a month."
"It sounds perfect, but, why me?"
"I needed a roommate I could trust and I don't know too many people around here."
"I would have to think about it." I said.
"Of course. Take your time." Anthony said. "The peepshows you could get are free of charge."
I blushed at that and was ashamed of having stared at him.
"Just kidding dude." He said. "That is, I should charge money to this gun show."
"You're so full of yourself." I said rolling my eyes a little. We went out to the living room and as I was making my way to the door, he grabbed my wrist.
"I want you to know I really don't mind you checking me out. It's a good ego boost."
"You're certainly a sight to behold." I said. "Who wouldn't want to look at you."
"I'm just gonna shoot my shot here." Anthony started. "You can do more than look if you want."
"I... I can? You'd let me?"
"Unless my gaydar is way off which, I don't think it is with you."
"You're right. Just please, don't tell anyone."
"I understand." He said placing a meaty hand on my shoulder. "You wanna talk about it?"
We sat down on his sofa and had the nicest heart to heart I'd ever had. We ended it with me agreeing to take the room and us starting off exploring some things about myself. I told him what had happened to me and how disgusted I was yet how I also kind of wanted to meet those three men again. He told me some stories of his youth, coming out as far as he had by then, and admitted that he was probably falling into the cougar stereotype going after a teen when he was almost 30. By the time we slowed down, it was nearly three in the morning.
"I'm going to the gym in the morning if you want to just stay here." Anthony said. "I can drive you or take you home now."
"Where would I sleep?" I asked gesturing towards the empty bedroom.
"Well, you can either sleep with me or use my bed and I'll stay out here."
"I don't want to displace you." I protested. "Is there room for us both?"
"King size."
We laid down together and fell asleep quick, my dream from the night before coming true. He spooned me and kept me warm all night. In the morning, we were both tired as fuck but had to get up.
"Bathroom's through there." He said as I crawled out of the covers. "Oh wait, shit." But it was too late. I had entered and saw a couple things laying around. "I forgot to clean up in here."
There was some lube on the counter, a funny shaped sex toy in the shower, and what I was told was a chastity cage in the sink. These items told an interesting story.
"I see you have plenty of fun." I said with a smirk.
"I had a man over the night before and I've hardly been home to clean up. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, just reassures me that you're human and not 100% perfect."
"Keep teasing me and I'll put you in this next." He said pointing the dick cage at me before throwing it into the bedroom.
"Maybe I'll have to take you up on that." I said with a wink and turned on the Shower.
We raced through the morning process and got in the car. I was on time, barely and opened up the gym. Anthony did his workout and eventually left me with his number and the address of the house. I told him I'd move some stuff over later if he'd help me. Zach came in after Anthony's departure and was indifferent to the news of me moving out of Mom's house. He did a little inspection of the place then left like usual. Around noon, the door opened and Tom's friend, the more threatening one, walked in. I stared like a deer in headlights and began to sweat. We were the only ones in the building and I was fearing for my very life let alone, ass.
"Hey fag boy." He said. "Your uncle 'round?"
"No Sir."
"Good. Dude's a prick but he's got money and a nice gym."
"Yes, Sir." I replied quietly.
"Ahh." He said with a sarcastic tone. "Still scared of big bad Mike?"
At least I knew his name now.
"Well?" He said.
"I... uhhh, yes."
"That's the way it should be." He laughed. "Remember what I told you when I was leaving?"
"Ye, yes Sir."
"Good." He said with a smile and made his way to the locker room.
I sat at the front desk scared shitless and jumped at every little noise. He came back out and started his workout. I prayed for the door to open and for someone to come in but that savior never came. After an hour on our slowest day of the week, it was still just me and him.
"Rub me down." I heard Mike call out. I raced over there eager not to disappoint, scared to disappoint. He was hot, steam was nearly rolling off his shoulders as I wiped the sweat from him.
"I'm going to the sauna. Lock the front door and meet me there." He ordered.
I must have hesitated because he bellowed out, "Did I stutter, fag? Or you want those pictures passed around?"
I ran to the front door and locked it, hanging a sign saying out to lunch. I then slowly made my way down the hall to the sauna. The door was open.
"Strip then come in on your knees." he said from just inside.
I did as instructed, terrified yet chubbing up fast. I pulled sown my pants and started to get down when he said, "All of it. Now." I removed my underwear and crawled in. He slammed the door shut, blocking out the hallway lights. It was then I realized he hadn't turned on the lights. Only the very dim red glow of the heating coils illuminated a partial silhouette of that hulking monster of a man. I couldn't see but his hand reached out and grabbed my hair. I struggled a bit and received a slap from the other hand. Soon, his cock was being smeared all over my face.
"Open."
I did and he pushed in. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat and that was his cue to use force. He took my head in both his hands and pulled me down his shaft. I gurgled and choked all the way till my nose was mashed into his ample pubes. He started thrusting. He put a hand under my throat and around part of my neck.
"God damn boy." He said in a deep voice. "I can feel my dick just wrecking that throat. You got a good thrussy baby? Beg for this cock. Beg."
He started thrusting in harder and harder till he rammed it home and held me down.
"Beg for mercy. Beg for it bitch or I'll let you die on that dick."
I made an attempt but was muffled beyond any recognition of voice.
"What's that slut? Can't hear you."
He kept my head buried till I started to go lightheaded. When he finally released me, I flung back and landed against the bench. He grabbed at me and held my head again. I felt it splash first, then I tasted it. He must have cum buckets all over my face and chest.
"Damn. If you weren't such a good cock sucker, I was gonna gape that ass." Mike said, out of breath. "But I'll still give you a taste of it."
With that, he grabbed me like a ragdoll and threw me on the floor. With one knee to the small of my back, he pinned me down in a manner that prevented me from almost breathing. One hand spread my ass open and the other swiped the cum off my face.
"There you go slut. I'm gonna breed you without even fucking you."
He rammed two of the cum covered fingers in with little ceremony. I gasped for a breath that couldn't come as he violated my virgin hole. After a minute or two, a third finger was added and he said;
"God that's a tight fucken hole. I'm chubbing up a little just feeling you up. Wanna go round two with the beast, fag boy?"
I started to worry, to the point of tears as he shifted around in the dark. I then felt something much bigger than the three fingers press in.
"Oh fuck. You're so fucking tight." He said. "Just wait till I'm done with you."
He rammed in quick while covering my mouth. I screamed into his hand which only made him slam in harder. I was praying for a meteor to come down and hit us but I couldn't have been that lucky. All the while, my cock was leaking like a faucet. This went on for about 15 minutes or so before he slowed down and practically laid on top of me, his giant frame crushing mine.
"You're such a good little fag." He said breathlessly. "One more reward."
As he finished that sentence, I felt it. He was pissing inside of me. It flowed and flowed till I began to hurt. It was like a horrible cramp once he finished and I must have had a gallon if his piss in me. He got up and opened the door.
"Good job." Mike said turning back. He threw me a $100. "Here's so you feel better. Go buy an ice pack, you little whore."
He shut the door on me and left. I got up and exited the sauna on very uneasy legs. Looking at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror, I was a mess. Cum filled my face and my stomach seemed to bulge out from it's ordinary flat figure. I went to the bathroom and was soon myself again. I had to get cleaned up and reopen the gym.
At the front desk was a slip of paper. Scrawled on it was: "Call me for some more fun, fag. It'll be worth your while."
I slipped the note into my pocket
