Muscleboy Double-Teamed in the Gym Shower

As the train doors hissed shut and the train resumed its trajectory, I found myself in a precarious situation. My hands were stretched above my head, tied with a rag of some kind to a metal subway pole behind me. The pole was pressed tight against my back, nestled between my large, muscular buttcheeks. I barely had any clothes left on - my baby t-shirt had been ripped at the neckline and my huge, thick pectorals were bulging out. My nipples were hard and pointy from the stimulation they'd received not too long ago, and were poking out rudely from the tips of my pecs, clearly wanting more attention. The AC in the car still hadn't begun working, and beads of sweat were rolling down my torso and onto my beautifully sculpted abs, pooling around my pierced bellybutton before continuing down towards my pelvic region. My veiny 7" cock was standing at full attention, dripping the last few remnants of cum from the amazing orgasm that had just ripped through me. My balls, which should have been completely drained, still looked perky and full, and were being propped up tightly against the base of my cock by the lime-green thong which had been pulled down to expose my engorged member. The thong wrapped around my wide, shapely, breeding bitch thighs, and provided a skimpy cushion between the metal subway pole and my sweaty asscrack.

The most precarious part about this situation was that I wasn't alone. There were six other guys crowded around me. Behind me stood my main tormentor: the tall hobo who I had encountered earlier that night during my late-night shift at the convenience store. I had teased him and then chased him away, and he had clearly followed me here to get his revenge. I don't know how I didn't see him when I first boarded the train car, but it seemed likely that he'd simply wandered in from a neighboring car. Regardless, he had ambushed me at the worst of times. I'd foolishly decided to strip down to my girly underclothes (it was really hot in this train car, that's my excuse!) and have myself a little jerk-off session before arriving at the next stop, and this perv had taken full advantage. He had crept up behind me, bound my hands to the pole, and proceeded to have his way with my muscular, curvaceous, scantily clad body. Even worse, he'd begun jerking my cock right before we arrived at a semi-crowded station (as crowded as it can get at 1 AM on a Wednesday night), and as luck would have it, my boygasm was witnessed by five jocks who were waiting on the train platform. The icing on the cake was that I blew my massive load right as the train doors opened, so I managed to hit a few of them with my cum.

Now the five jocks were clustered around me as the hobo towered behind. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, always had fantasies about being sexually taken advantage of in a public place, but this was too real. All my deepest kinks and desires were on full display. My lewd, curvy, muscular body was at the complete mercy of the men surrounding me. My cock and nips were hard as a rock, begging to be fondled. I was dressed, or should I say barely dressed, in some of the skimpiest, girliest clothes imaginable. I was covered in sweat and my body was still heaving a bit from the mind-blowing orgasm I had just recovered from.

I could feel the jocks' breath on my smooth, practically hairless body. I could smell booze, so they were definitely at least buzzed. They were ogling me all over, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Um... what are guys doing in here?" asked one of them after a brief pause.

"Help-" I began, but the hobo quickly covered my mouth with one of his rugged hands, and managed to slip his massive, sausage-like middle finger into my mouth as he did so.

"You were right earlier, kids. We're shooting a porno. This guy's a star." he said, "you migh have seen him on PornHub."

"Um... yeah man, we're not gay." answered one of the other jocks, and the others chuckled. "But I gotta say, this guy could totally be a chick, if not for the cock."

"Yeah, look at those pecs. They're like a pair of fucking titties," chimed another one, "this guy must lift a lot!"

"A little too much." piped another one with a hint of jealousy. "How many fucking squats does this guy do? Look at that fucking ass man, it's like fucking Nicki Minaj up in here."

Three of them circled behind me a bit to inspect my sculpted ass, while two stayed in front and continued to admire my titties.

"That's not Nicki, man. Nicki's fake. This shit is all natural. It's like a pair of cantaloupes." I heard a guy say behind me, and then felt fingers begin to pinch the smooth, tight flesh of my buttcheeks. I began to protest feebly, but the hobo wiggled his finger inside my mouth. For whatever reason, I clamped my lips and tongue around it.

"Yeah, this guy could definitely pass for a chick. What the fuck are these clothes, man? And what's with the pierced bellybutton?" asked one of the guys who was still standing in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes. His tone was condescending and a little bit mocking. I looked away in embarrassment.

"This guy's a champion, man. He's got a series on PornHub where he gets milked in public places. He cums over and over, nonstop, like a fucking bottomless cumpit." announced the hobo. Huh? "He was just blowing his first load as you guys walked in, but there's more where that came from."

"Damn man, that's intense. Is he gonna nut again?" inquired one of the jocks behind me.

"Yup. At least several more times, in fact." answered the hobo. My heart sank. "Let's make this fun. Place your bets on how many more times this guy can blow his boy load. There has to be cum though: dry orgasms don't count. There's a fat $100 for whoever comes closest."

"All-fucking-right!" exclaimed the jock to my front left. "Let's do this!" belted another from behind me. They clamored for a bit, settling on numbers, and then eventually quieted down as everyone placed their bets. They then circled back around to my front, and made themselves comfortable. Two leaned against the sliding doors, and three of them arranged themselves in the handicapped seats nearby. All five pairs of eyes were suddenly on my engorged cock, which showed absolutely no signs of getting softer despite the massive orgasm I'd only recently experienced.

The hobo must have picked up on my surprise somehow, because he whispered in my ear almost immediately "yeah, I slipped you a little something when I kissed you earlier. You ain't getting soft anytime soon".

Fuck, I thought. What was it? Viagra? Cialis? I had no idea, since I'd never needed either at my age. But this was not good news for my dignity.

"You boys ready?" asked the hobo rhetorically, and raised his right hand up in the air majestically, while keeping his left around my mouth. He wiggled the fingers of his right hand like some kind of wannabe magician, and then wrapped them around the shaft of my cock. I let out a deep sigh: I couldn't deny that getting my cock touched my another man felt amazing, no matter the circumstances. The jocks didn't respond: they gazed at my cock in fascination.

"I think this slut sure is ready!" the hobo continued, and began stroking slowly. I began moaning lightly, and began sucking on the middle finger inside my mouth. My moans were high-pitched and very feminine. As the strokes slowly picked up in speed, I began involuntarily moving my body in unison. I moved my hips forward and backward, putting my thick thighs and calves into the motion as well, standing on tiptoes at the end of each thrust to give it more momentum. I moved fluidly, sensually, like some kind of stripper or pole dancer. The jocks gawked, no longer looking just at my cock, but at my lewd, sweaty body as well.

"Jesus, this is kinda fucking hot." admitted one of them. "This guy moves and looks like a girl."

"Yeah, he looks like one of those Instagram fitness chicks," pointed out another one, "you know, the ones that lift a whole bunch, but still look sexy as hell."

Their compliments were turning me on big-time. Embarrassment gave way to lust. I continued to thrust harder, moving my hips in rhythm, and also throwing my meaty pecs in to the equation. I wiggled them back and forth invitingly, feeling the nipples bouncing back and forth slightly at the end of each swing. I wanted these guys to watch me, wanted to feel their eyes exploring every inch of my body. At some point I realized that the hobo had stopped stroking, and I was literally just fucking his hand at this point. Whatever, I didn't care. The urge to cum again was too strong. I wanted everyone to watch me blow my load right then and there.

My cock, unfortunately, wasn't as sensitive as before, so it took a tiny bit more effort to get there, but not much. I was incredibly horny, more so than I was before the jocks had joined our little late-night show. After about two or three minutes of thrusting, I felt the orgasm start to build.

"I'm gonna cum," I tried to say, but my words were muffled by the hand over my mouth.

"What's that, boy?" asked the hobo, and pulled his finger out of my gullet. "You got something to say?"

"I'm gonna cuuuuum!" I repeated in a half moan, half sigh.

"Do it then." said the hobo, "Jerk yourself off in my hand, you thick slut."

The words pushed me over the edge. "Oooooh.. aaaaaaahh... fffffuuuuu-" I moaned, getting louder as the intensity built up. The orgasm came at me almost as hard as before. I felt the cum build up in the base of my nuts, surge up the shaft, and after a brief pause, ropes began shooting from my tip.

"Aaaah! Ooooh! Yeeeah!" I moaned sensually, closing my eyes as my body was filled with waves of pleasure. I could feel glob after glob of spunk exit my piss slit. God, where was I getting so much cum from?

I opened my eyes towards the end of the orgasm, and glanced around me. The jocks were all staring at my cock in wonder, as if they had never seen another guy nut in real life before. One of them looked like he had fresh globs of cum on his jacket collar. There were also some glistening splatters dripping down the sliding door, and a good number of them on the floor of the train car, although the latter were already beginning to soak into the carpet.

I let out a sigh and tilted my head back, resting it against the hobo's right shoulder.

"That was intense.." I said softly, feeling oddly more comfortable with my surroundings. All these guys had just watched me cum - how much worse could it really get from this point on? I received no verbal response to my statement, however, and instead felt some kind of musty-smelling cloth being wrapped around my mouth, looped behind my head several times, and knotted at the back. It wasn't tied to the pole, so I could still move my head around, but my brief freedom of speech was over.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmm-!" I protested, and heard a soft chuckle from behind me. "Shhh, no more talking, boy." whispered the hobo into my ear, "only moaning from now on."

"That's two nuts!" he then announced to the group, "let's get him prepped for round three. Come on y'all, get your hands on him. Don't worry, he won't bite!"

I assumed that the jocks would decline to participate, or at least show some hesitation, but all five of them jumped up nearly simultaneously and closed in on my helpless body. I could see a lusty hunger in their eyes that I hadn't noticed earlier. Could it be possible that watching a perfectly sculpted, hairless, scantily clad, masculine yet feminine boytoy like myself dance and blow my milky load in front of them, in these dimly lit, sultry surroundings had turned them on somewhat? (Sarcasm, people!!)

As I felt hands come in contact with my body, the feeling was overwhelming. Normally, in my fantasies, I was being grouped by one guy, maybe two. But this was just too much! I felt fingers inside my perfectly smooth armpits, dancing around and exploring. Some hands closed around my meaty pecs, carressing and squeezing them rhythmically. Some targeted my pointy nipples, twisting and yanking them rudely. Some explored my abs and bellybutton, poking, prodding, and tracing lines around the contours, stopping occasionally to fondle the fleshy abdominal mounds. And a pair of hands was on my strong, powerful thighs, running up and down, feeling and squeezing the bulging muscles. But there was one pair of hands still missing, one that I had gotten more accustomed to - the rough, rugged hands of my homeless tormentor.

And suddenly I did feel them. They made their approach from behind me, as always. One hand was placed on each of my thick, girly hips, and began carressing and fondling them sensually. The hands then shifted slightly and I felt the fingers slide underneath my tight thong. The latter was then slowly and ceremoniously pulled down, and I felt it slide down my thighs, over my knees, down my calves, and the light brush of it coming to a rest over my feet. My naked bubble butt was now fully exposed (but let's be real, that tiny garment was barely covering that massive thing anyway). The only difference was that now, my deep asscrack fully enveloped the subway pole behind me. The latter was moist from perspiration, and the feeling of the lubricated rod pushing against my crack and tight little boyhole was incredibly pleasurable. I then felt the hobo's hands return to my hip region, this time focusing more on my buttcheeks, squeezing and occasionally pulling them sideways, expanding my crack and letting more of my hole come in contact with the lubed-up subway pole.

I had begun moaning as soon as the first pair of hands had touched me, and by this point was vocalizing incredibly loudly, groaning like a total slut. I opened my eyes for a moment, and observed the sight in the reflection across from me. There I was, my tight, muscular body on full display, the only article of 'clothing' left on me being a light-blue scrap of what used to be a baby tee, propping up my powerful pecs. Six eager pairs of hands were groping my vulnerable boy bod: it felt like a scene out of a massive wet dream. The feeling was indescribable - every inch of my body was tingling in ecstasy. My cock had not softened for even a minute, and honestly, if someone were to start stroking it now, I felt I could easily blow another load. This was just too hot.

I suddenly saw that we were approaching another station. For a second, in lust-filled abandon, I had forgotten that I was on public transit. But the train didn't slow down, and the platform whizzed by in a matter of seconds. I saw a few people on it, and was wondering if they saw me.

"I know the driver, boy. This train ain't stopping till it reaches the end of the line." snickered the hobo into my ear. Well, that's great, I thought. More time alone with these guys.

The groping session continued for what felt like an eternity. All of a sudden, the pair of hands that had been exploring my thighs and quad muscles (and had gradually progressed to my inner thigh) was on my cock. A fist closed around my shaft, and another cupped my sack. My nuts were rudely yanked away from my body, and the other hand began stroking my cock powerfully. No buildup or anything, just zero to 100. I let out a moan of pleasure. The other hands hadn't ceased their molestation, if anything, the groping now intensified. My tits were being squeezed and yanked like I was a cow getting milked. I felt a finger fucking my bellybutton. Other fingers were tickling my pits, and the hobo went from squeezing my ass to smacking each cheek in turn. The sensations were overwhelming, and it didn't take long for me to approach orgasm territory.

"Uuuuuh! UuuuuUUUUuuughhh!" I moaned through the rag around my mouth. The small crowd around me cheered. I stood on my tiptoes, flexing my powerful thigh and calf muscles, and the orgasm hit me. It was slightly less pleasurable than before, but still more intense than anything I'd felt prior to this day. Wad after wad of cum shot out, although the loads weren't as thick as they had been earlier in the night. I managed about six decent shots, and the rest dribbled out of the tip as the guy in front of me continued to milk my boy rod. As the last waves of orgasm left me, I hung my head forward in sexual exhaustion.

"Fuck, that was awesome!" I heard a voice say.

"We're not done yet, kids," answered the hobo, "there's more where that came from."

"Nnnn... Mmmm.. Plsss.." I moaned feebly through the rag.

"You know what, fuck this. I want to fuck this hot bitch." I suddenly heard a voice say. The request was quickly followed up by hoots and hollers from all around. I opened my eyes, snapping back to reality. Huh?

"That's a mighty fine idea," answered the hobo gingerly. I continued to protest as I felt the bond around my wrists get loosened. As I was released, I had a brief moment of freedom, but my knees were weak and I my beefy body slumped down onto the floor, my back still against the pole.

"Come here, you cow." said one of the jocks, who was standing directly in front of me. He grabbed me by the remains of my t-shirt that was wrapped tightly underneath my pecs, and pulled me up with one fluid motion. He was surprisingly strong. God, I wondered, how is it that I work out so much, yet all these guys are always exponentially stronger than me?

The jock held me close to him, my titties jutting into his face invitingly. Admiring them for a second, he then pulled me away from the pole and towards the handicapped seats.

"Stay right there," he said and gave my left titty a smack. I whimpered in response. He then stepped away, slumped down onto the handicapped seat, and unceremoniously pulled down his pants and boxers. His thick 6" rod was standing at full attention, and I knew what was about to happen. He spit a wad into his hand, then rubbed it all over his engorged member.

"Come sit on this," he told me, "it's all nice and ready for you."

I edged towards him and turned around slowly.

"God, what an ass you have," he said, "I'm going to enjoy this."

Seeing that I was hesitating, he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. Slowly and methodically, he lowered me down onto his cock. The head slipped in easily, and the rest of the shaft followed. I took all 6" of his meaty erection like a champ, thanks in no small part to all the natural lubrication this sweaty night had already provided. My practically naked, muscular body was now seated on this jock's lap, my legs spread wide, hole filled. The jock grabbed my arms and held them behind my back.

"Yo, somebody get me that rag from earlier!" he said. I tried to protest, but to no avail. The hobo tossed him the bind he had used to secure my hands, and the jock quickly used it to bind my hands behind my back. This position accentuated my tits and made them pop out even more. I leaned my head back against the jock's shoulder in surrender, and then felt him begin to thrust his hips up and down into my ass. His own thighs were strong enough, and despite the limited range of motion, he was managing to achieve good penetration, and I felt every bit of his swollen cock head moving inside me.

"Mmmmm.... yssss...." I groaned. This felt amazing. He responded by putting both hands on my beefy tits and caressing my nipples. This made me feel completely dominated and feminized. He gradually increased the rate of his thrusting, and then moved one of his hands down to my abs. He fondled my abs and bellybutton as he continued to twist my titty with his other hand. The pitch of my moans slowly rose, and I began involuntarily sounding more and more feminine as the intensity of his thrusts continued to increase. My own cock and balls were bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the thrusting. They looked a little redder than usual, probably worn out from all the jerking, but they still appeared eager and ready to burst. God, what had that hobo given me?

The rest of the guys had gathered in front of me, watching the lewd scene. My head continued to rest on the jock's shoulder as he fucked me, and I closed my eyes in blissful lust as my moaning grew both in pitch and intensity. I was basically putting on a show for them now, trying to sound as girly as possible whether I wanted to or not. Ah, who am I kidding. I wanted this so bad.

"Fuck.. fuck.. I'm cumming!" I suddenly heard in my ear. Jets of hot cum filled my hole as the jock came inside me. He bucked a few times, roaring loudly as he rode his orgasm to completion, and then slowed down. The realization that he had just fucked a guy probably dawned on him, and he rudely lifted me off his lap and pushed me forward. "Get the fuck off me, slut." I slumped down onto my knees on the dirty train floor.

The other jocks didn't share his frustrations, however. As they looked down on me, I saw that their eyes were filled with lust. They clearly wanted their turn with me at this point. One of them grabbed knelt down in front of me and grabbed my engorged cock with his hand.

"You are such a hot slut, you know that, right?" he asked me, looking deep into my eyes. He began stroking my cock sensually, and I responded by closing my eyes and letting out a light moan. However, this didn't last long, as I suddenly heard the hobo's voice coming from my left.

"My turn, boys."

I opened my eyes as I felt one of the hobo's hands grab my hair, and the other grabbed my waist. In a fluid motion that surprised me, he turned me and angled me so that my gigantic ass was in the air facing towards him. He pushed my head down roughly, and I felt my cheek touch the metro floor. Gross.

"Open wide!" he announced triumphantly, and I felt his cock enter me. It must have been over six inches, but it wasn't particularly thick, so it slid in fairly easily. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling, and I emitted a guttural moan. It wasn't so much the physical sensation of him entering me, as the fact that this was the culmination of my having teased him earlier that night at the convenience store. I had caught him looking at my asscrack as I bent over to pick up some broken glass from the floor, and had given him a bit of a show as I jiggled my thong-covered ass for him. I should have known the punishment that awaited me for acting like such a tease. He had followed me to the metro, he had completely overpowered and had his way with my young boy body, and here he was, claiming his prize. I felt completely and totally dominated.

Both of his hands clasped onto my juicy buttcheeks and began caressing them. Then, with a smack, he began thrusting powerfully into my ass.

"Look at that! He totally looks like one of those thick chicks from those twerking videos!" said one of the jocks above me. I felt like I'd heard that before.

"Yeah, watch his ass bounce!" said another one. The hobo continued to thrust into me, smacking my luscious cheeks with one hand. The other hand began tracing a line down my sweaty back, tracing the contour of my spine, and then settled on the perky dimples right above my butt.

"Mmmm, look at these... so juicy and inviting... I remember these dimples from the convenience store," said the hobo sensually. "You thought you could play with me, boy. God, you are such a fucking tease. You're mine now."

He continued to thrust harder and faster, and my moaning and groaning intensified in turn. My cock was leaking hard at this point; the prostate stimulation was immense, and getting my ass fucked by two guys in turn had gotten me horny as hell again. I was begging for release. Suddenly, the thrusting paused. A hand closed around my waist, and another wrapped around the upper part of my right thigh. I was lifted up into the air, and was suddenly upright against the hobo, who was standing as well. He continued to lift my right thigh up, while the tiptoes of my left leg were resting on the hobo's left boot. His other hand continued to clasp tightly around my waist. He started fucking me in this upright position, while the jocks gathered in front of me and watched the show. The thrusting intensified even further, and my moaning turned more into a high-pitched, feminine squealing and yelping.

"Holy shit, this guy is sounding more and more like a chick every minute!" one of the jocks pointed out.

"Boys, I think his cock needs more attention!" said the hobo, pausing to catch his breath occasionally, "We got more loads to shoot!"

The jocks came closer to me. A hand closed around my cock, and other hands pinched my nips. God, not again, I thought. The hand wrapped around my shaft didn't move, however, as the thrusting of the hobo's cock in my boyhole was creating all the friction that was needed for a good pump. Almost immediately, I felt the distant orgasm begin to build. This complete sexual domination was just too much.

I could tell the hobo was close as well; his breathing was getting ragged, and he had begun to groan with every thrust. I felt his cock swelling and getting bigger, filling out my hole nicely. This extra stimulation pushed me even closer to the edge. I looked into the eyes of the jock with his hand on my cock. I pleaded with him as best as I could.

"Plsss... Nnnn...", but my requests meant nothing to him. The hand clasped around my cock even tighter, and to make matters worse, he placed a second hand on my cockhead and began spinning it lightly.

"You're gonna blow another load for me, slut." he said quietly, without breaking eye contact, "look into my eyes and cum for me."

His words triggered something in me, and I felt the orgasm come at me like a ton of bricks. At the same time, the hobo emitted an animalistic roar, and what felt like gallons of homeless jizz filled my hole. However, I couldn't focus too much on that, as my own cock swelled, the veins expanded, and I blew a hot steaming load right into the hand that was cupping my cockhead. I got dizzy and my eyes briefly crossed from the pleasure.

"Yeah, give me your cum!" said the jock sensually. I blew a couple more wads into his hand, but there clearly wasn't as much boy milk left inside my poor, drained nuts. As I finished, he opened the palm of his hand and showed me how much had collected inside there. It was still a surprisingly large amount. He then took my jizz and gingerly spread it over my nipples, titties and bellybutton until there was nothing left. I watched him do it, and emitted a few girly whimpers in response.

"That's.. four.. nuts." I heard the hobo's ragged voice behind me. He was still trying to catch his breath.

I'll try to make the rest short and sweet for you, at the risk of repeating myself. Each of the jocks had a turn with my firm bubble butt. At one point they untied my hands, since at this point I wouldn't even bother trying anything. They then proceeded to have their way with me in every sense of the word.

One of them fucked me doggy style, with my arms stretched out and grabbing the subway pole in front of me, arching my back seductively, putting on a show for everyone. At this point it really was like I was in a porno.

One of them fucked me against the window, both of his arms under my thighs and holding me up, my titties slapping against the glass and my cock leaving traces of precum all over. I imagined this must have been quite a sight for some people, as the train was passing through residential areas, and the night outside meant everything inside the train was illuminated like an aquarium. I achieved a mini-orgasm in this position, as my cock rubbed against the glass, coupled with the pleasure of realizing anybody could see me getting fucked like this. However, nobody saw or counted that as one of my orgasms of the night.

One of them fucked me sensually, as I sat on his lap facing him, my cock rubbing against his tight belly. He kissed and bit my neck and I moaned in delight.

I rode the last one like a cowgirl, bouncing up and down on his cock, squealing and yelping, titties and bellybutton piercing jiggling sensually. His hands first molested my titties, but eventually moved down to my cock, and after a long and rough jerking session, managed to coax one last orgasm out of me. This time around it was only a few dribbles of cum, and I was left completely and utterly spent.

At some point I passed out from exhaustion, and at some point I woke up in an empty, dark train depot. My clothes were gone, aside from the thong and the remains of the girly baby tee still wrapped around the underside of my pecs. My phone was at zero percent, and I had to wait until morning to be discovered by the morning crew. You can imagine what happened then.