Muscleboy Double-Teamed in the Gym Shower

Hey there. Let me paint a picture for you. I'm a 19 year-old boy in the prime of life, and I'd been working out nonstop all summer long. I really enjoyed watching my smooth, naturally hairless body shape and mold itself into something akin to a lewd Greco-Roman sculpture. Putting on muscle came easy to me: my physique was naturally well-defined, and the excess testosterone flowing through my young adult body meant I could hit the gym day in and day out without getting tired. I consciously focused on the parts of my anatomy that I most enjoyed looking at in the locker room mirror. First came my pecs, which had grown almost to the size of a respectable pair of boobs, with hard, pink pointy nipples poking out rudely from the tips. Next were my abs, which had become well-defined rows of hard-boiled eggs, amidst which sat a lovely bellybutton. I was a big fan of the latter (I'll admit I had a bit of a belly fetish), and had even gotten it pierced to draw attention to it. My arms were nothing to scoff at, but the prize hog was definitely my ass. I devoted the majority of my gym time to squats and lunges, sculpting my already-oversized bum into a real thing of beauty. The cheeks were like a pair of smooth, fleshy melons, with the perfect ratio of muscle and fat. They jutted out from my backside to the point where it was almost ridiculous. Above them was a pair of lovely dimples, which I could stare at in the mirror endlessly, and below it strutted a pair of incredibly thick thighs. I really enjoyed having thick, muscular legs, and the degree to which I worked out my lower body meant that I had inevitably developed a bit of an hourglass shape, with my hips being somewhat wider than the average guy's to accommodate my big luscious ass and powerful thighs. I honestly loved how lewd this made me look. I knew that I possessed a physique that a gay top would simply drool over, and this made me insanely horny every time I thought about it.

Just to be clear, I wasn't gay per se. I was just infatuated with the idea of a gay man having his way with me; preferably an older, bigger man. Especially after a good workout, my body flowing with excess hormones, my muscles bulging from the pump they'd just gotten... the fantasies running through my head would almost be too much. I wanted to rip my clothes off and jerk off right there in the weight room, not caring who walked in on me... even better, wishing they would join in and pump my cock while ramming their own rod deep inside my big luscious butt. But of course these were only fantasies, and common sense would prevail every time. I'd hightail it to the locker room, my boner bouncing up and down inside my tight yoga pants (which I purposely wore to accentuate my ass, especially when I was on the elliptical or treadmill), a spot of precum forming at the tip of the tent. I'd quickly jump in the shower, turn on the hot water, and succumb to my lustful fantasies. A lot of times I wouldn't even take my clothes off - instead, I'd let the water soak them through, allowing the already-tight fabric to cling to my beefy, curvy frame. I'd pull my shirt up to expose my belly, pull my pants down a bit so my ass peeked out, and pose in front of the mirror that was conveniently positioned in the shower. I loved how I could look both like a beefy man and a curvaceous woman at the same time. I'd gradually reveal more and more of myself, running my hands all over my well-defined torso, playing with my bellybutton, stroking my abs, and finally arriving at my pecs and nipples. Boy, were those babies sensitive. My titties were basically hard-wired to my cock: the lightest touch and I'd feel my rod begin to grow. Sometimes, throughout the day, when no one was looking, I'd reach under my shirt and graze or pinch my nips a few times. It felt amazing and the stirring in my cock was always a welcome bonus. I'd always spend at least five minutes playing with my titties in the shower, making sure to give them the attention they deserved. Inevitably, I'd be too horny to hold back after that, and it would only take a few strokes of my throbbing cock to send boy milk spraying all over the mirror. I'd usually end up engaging in another, more protracted jerk session after, since there was definitely more cum where that came from... if only the other guys at the gym knew how often I'd sprayed down that shower stall.

But enough daydreaming. It was another day and I had just hopped in the shower after a particularly strenuous leg day. I had upped the weight on almost all my lifts; my butt and legs had gotten an insane pump, and this had inevitably made me super-horny. I'd also avoided cumming for a little under a week, for the sole purpose of getting a testosterone boost to go the extra mile in the gym. This was complete torture for a horny boy like me, and after a few days I had basically become a walking erection, constantly imagining sexy scenarios and aching for release (physically and mentally). Thankfully, it had paid off in the weight room... and now, in the shower, I had all the privacy and time that I wanted. I could finally blow my pent-up load, maybe even a few. I began caressing my tits under my hiked-up, soaked-through shirt. It was clinging over my pecs like a skimpy cutoff, ending just at my nipples and exposing the bottom half of my pecs (basically underboob). I'd also pulled my pants down to my knees, revealing what was underneath: a lime-green thong that clung tightly to my wide hips and thick butt. I loved wearing thongs - they accentuated my assets, and made me feel incredibly sexy yet also vulnerable at the same time. My rock hard cock was straining against the thong, threatening to pop out.

There I stood, hot water running over me, playing with my tits and watching my reflection in the mirror. Every so often I'd switch to a different seductive pose, turning myself on even more and anticipating the impending jerk-off session. As I closed my eyes in lustful abandon, I suddenly felt a pair of strong hands grab my wrists and pull them behind my back. I quickly opened my eyes, but promptly got shower water in them and couldn't see what was happening. I was completely taken aback, as the locker room was normally empty this time of day, and I didn't have any friends at this gym so I couldn't imagine it was one of them playing a prank. I tried to struggle, but whoever was holding me seemed to be significantly stronger than I was. I felt what I imagined was duct tape wrap around my forearms, and found myself with my arms completely restrained behind my back.

"Shhhh, be a good girl now." said a deep voice in my right ear.

I felt a thick, hairy belly press against the small of my back, and hands close around my upper arms. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to get the water out - and when I finally did, the reflection in the mirror turned out to be something out of my horniest fantasies. My beefy, curvy, well-defined boy body, smooth and glistening, muscles tensing and flexing, was pressed up against the burly 6'2" frame of a man who looked to be in his 50s. He was out of shape, with a few rolls of fat visible around his midsection. He was balding and the hair remaining on his head was patchy and clustered around the sides. His arms and legs, on the other hand, were incredibly hairy, and thick as tree trunks to boot. No wonder I couldn't overpower him; I may have been muscular, but those were just show muscles - this guy was strong in the true sense of the word. His hands, with the fingers wrapped tightly around my upper arms, were big and veiny. His beady eyes caught mine in the mirror's reflection, and he gave me a sadistic grin. I then saw his eyes pan down and begin eye-fucking my scantily clad body. I'd previously felt a bit of a bump between my buttcheeks where his cock would be, but I now felt it stiffening even more.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I protested weakly.

"Don't pretend with me, boy." the man replied with a smile. "I was watching you touch yourself. You want this."

In the mirror, my bellybutton piercing was glistening in the dim, steamy light of the shower stall. The man ran his rough hand over it, teasing it a bit with his finger.

"Little slut, are we? Who's this piercing for?" he smirked. I began to answer, but he covered my mouth with his other hand. "Ssshh, be a good slut and don't talk."

He then continued to caress my bellybutton with his fingers. It tickled a bit, so I wiggled my torso to get away, but I couldn't get very far and his thick fingers followed me wherever I went. As we played our little game of cat and mouse, he chuckled into my ear, clearly enjoying my peril. "You're not going anywhere, boy."

After a few minutes of bellybutton play, he expanded his territory and began caressing my sculpted abs; running his fingers between the ridges, following the outlines, and occasionally grabbing and feeling the mounds.

"Boy, these are nice. You've worked on these a lot, haven't you? I can see why you like looking at yourself in the mirror!" he said, and as he did so, he winked at me in the reflection. I looked away in embarrassment. It was like this man could see directly into my kinkiest fantasies.

His hand worked his way up my abs and arrived at my pecs. He traced an outline around my big right pec, slowly working his way towards the nipple. As he did so, he also slowly worked my shirt up to expose the remainder of my right tit. After an agonizingly long journey, he finally flicked the pink pointy nub gently. I let out an audible moan.

"Gee, looks like someone has sensitive titties! I think I'm going to need both hands for this." he chuckled. He then grabbed a small washcloth from the side and quickly but firmly stuffed it into my mouth, freeing the hand that had been holding it.

"Time for some fun!" he said and grabbed both of my pecs with his hands, pressing firmly. Feeling both of his man's big, rough hands on my boy tits was like a little slice of heaven. I felt totally dominated and feminized, and I could feel my sex drive completely taking over any sense of reason. This wasn't a fantasy; this was real, and it was ten times as hot in reality as it had been in my jerk-off sessions. I involuntarily puffed my chest out as far as I could, pressing my thick tits into the man's rough hands, eager to have as much of my titty meat grabbed as possible. He laughed and responded in turn, beginning a long and sensual molestation of my pecs, squeezing them, pulling them together and apart, and kneading them like dough. I tilted my head backwards onto his shoulder and began moaning sensually. He proceeded to use a couple of his fingers to stimulate my hardened nipples as well, flicking them, pinching them, pulling and twisting them gently, all the while retaining the grip on my pecs. The sensations were amazing. I couldn't help it and began slowly gyrating my glistening midsection and hips in and out, my abs and bellybutton shimmering in the dim glow, the slutty piercing casting an occasional reflection of light across the mirror. God, I looked like such a slut.

My cock had been at full attention ever since I arrived in the shower stall, but throughout the assault on my titties it had somehow managed to get even harder. Eventually, my skimpy thong simply became too tight to accommodate my massive erection, and the latter jumped out of its confines with a triumphant 'pop'. It was thicker and veinier than I'd ever seen it, and there was a large drop of precum oozing from the tip. I'd been leaking generously ever since my molestation began, and I imagined my thong was completely soaked at this point.

"Ooooh, will you look at that. You little slut. You just love getting manhandled, don't you? I bet you've been fantasizing about this forever, haven't you? God, what a piece of meat you have on you." said the man as he reached his left hand down and pulled the thong down under my nuts, completely exposing my cock and balls. My full package bounced out of its confines in eager anticipation. The man grabbed my cum-laden nuts with the same hand and gave them a light squeeze or two. He then moved the hand toward my cock, and my lust-filled eyes followed it hungrily. Seeing this in the reflection, the man stopped just short of making contact with my engorged member.

"Hehe, you wish I'd stroke you off. It ain't that easy, boy". He laughed and gave my cockhead a quick flick. I shot him an angry, defiant look in the mirror, more egging him on that anything. He laughed again. "Awww, is the poor boy getting mad? Is the boy angry that daddy won't play with his cock? What you gonna do about it boy?" he said, and wrapped his hand around my nuts again, squeezing more firmly this time. "Wow, lots of cum stored in here, huh? I bet you really want to let it all out, don't you..." he said quietly as he fondled my smooth, swollen sack. I thrust my hips forward a little bit, trying to create some kind of friction between his hand and my cock that would allow me to reach orgasm, but it wasn't enough. He just chuckled softly at my futile attempt, and I responded by half groaning, half moaning in frustration.

Suddenly, the curtain leading into the shower stall parted, and I saw another hefty figure walk through, close the curtain and approach us. As he walked through the steam and got close to me, I was able to get a better look at him. He was about my height, maybe a little older (but definitely younger than the man who'd been molesting me). If I had to guess, I would say he was in his early 20's. As far as body proportions, he was even chubbier than the man who was holding me hostage. He was smooth and almost entirely hairless (from what I could see), aside from a patch of hair on his chest. He looked exactly like the kind of nerdy kid I would have made fun of in high school.

"Well, well, daddy, where'd you get this fine boytoy?" he asked gingerly. His voice was higher-pitched and had a hint of disdain. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this the man's son? What kind of perverts were they? Did they plan on this?

"Found him playing with himself in the shower", answered the man behind me, "and just couldn't resist."

Jimmy looked me directly in the eyes and then moved closer with a smirk on his face. "Bet you think you're real hot shit, huh. You some kind of wannabe Instagram model? What are all those muscles gonna do for you now? You're as good as ours." he said quietly, running his eyes up and down my helpless body.

"Come on Jimmy, get your hands on him and teach this little boytoy a lesson. Boy, this is my son, Jimmy. And I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm Earl." the man behind me said sarcastically.

Jimmy continued moving toward me slowly, exploring every region of my body with his eyes. He looked fascinated, but also clearly jealous. When he was close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my chest, his dad moved his hands to the side of my pecs while still maintaining a grip on them from the side. At this point Jimmy went straight for my nipples. His chubby hands began playing a sensual symphony on my chest, diddling my hard pink nubs every which way while his dad caressed my pecs. The double assault on my sensitive titties reached a level of pleasure I hadn't felt before, and I moaned and 'struggled' to no avail, my head tilted back onto the dad's shoulder in lustful surrender. After about ten minutes of this, daddy took over my nips while Jimmy began playing with my abs and bellybutton.

"Seriously, why is this pierced?" Jimmy asked, flicking my bellybutton rudely. "What kind of a slut are you?". I shot him a defiant look, at which point he took his sausage-like index finger and began to finger-fuck my bellybutton. It tickled (a lot!), but the washcloth in my mouth almost completely dampened my laughter as I writhed in sexual ecstasy, attempting to escape from the treacherous finger in my bellybutton, but at the same time wishing this pleasure would never end. After Jimmy got tired of my bellybutton, his fingers began exploring my abdominal region, ran up and down my hips and finally found their way to my cock.

"Jesus, I've never seen someone this hard." he said, "you must really be into this, you bimbo".

He then took the same meaty finger he'd used to fuck my bellybutton and reached under my cream-filled nutsack to find my tight, completely hairless little boyhole. "In we go!" he proclaimed dramatically and worked his finger into my hole. I moaned in ecstasy as my ass was filled with Jimmy's sausage finger. I had fingered myself in the shower countless times before, but feeling someone else do it was on a whole different level. My cock stood up at a nearly 90-degree angle and a burst of precum shot out, as if on command.

"Will you look at that!" Jimmy remarked, "you love it, you slut. Get some more, why don't you."

He then began working his finger in and out of my hole. The pleasure was immense. My body quickly responded by syncing up with the finger, riding it gently at first, but gradually increasing in intensity. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jimmy wrapped his fist around my throbbing boy cock.

Almost immediately, I felt the rush towards orgasm. The relentless teasing had just been too much, and at this point even the lightest feather of a touch could push me over the edge, let alone a whole fist around my Eiffel Tower. As the first wave of orgasm hit, I let out a massive moan. Hearing this, Jimmy immediately let my cock go, simultaneously yanking his finger out of my boyhole and leaving my lonely swollen rod pointing skyward, throbbing without anyone to finish it off.

"No! Please! Let me cum!" I begged desperately through the washcloth in my mouth. Despite my words being completely muffled, I'm sure they completely understood what I was asking for, but neither of them was having it.

The first wave of orgasm quickly died out, and was followed by a few sad little pulses of pleasure. Cum began gushing out of my cock like a waterfall, but other than the sensation of spunk streaming through my urethra, I felt nothing: my orgasm had been ruined. I shot daggers at Jimmy with my eyes, a small tear forming in the corner of my left eye from sexual frustration. For a few seconds, the two men watched the cum leak from my cock and splatter onto the floor, and then began laughing. They laughed as the last faint remnants of orgasm left me, and as my milky white cum pooled at my toes.

"Who said you could cum, boy?" asked Earl. He stepped back a bit and gave my ass a solid smack, and I felt the cheeks jiggle in the aftermath.

"Nobody, that's who!" he said and gave my ass another smack. "Mmmm-!" I responded defiantly. "I think this boy needs to be taught a lesson, daddy!" proclaimed Jimmy, shooting me an evil grin.

"Go for it, son." said Earl as he roughly squeezed both of my buttcheeks with his strong hands. I let out a girly squeal in surprise. Jimmy wasted no time eagerly pulling his boxers down, exposing his fully erect 5" cock. He then lay on the ground in front of me with his feet nearly touching my own toes, and beckoned with a smirk on his face.

"Come here, you little muscle bitch. I'll teach you a lesson about cumming without permission." His dad gave me a push from the back, and I squatted down over Jimmy's cock, my muscular thighs and calves on full display. My smooth hole was within an inch of Jimmy's tip.

"Let's go horsey, get that bubble butt on to my cock," said Jimmy. I slowly began lowering myself onto his rod. My hole had been pleasantly loosened up by the finger play, and the steam and moisture from the shower provided plenty of lubrication. Suddenly, Earl pushed down lightly and I was impaled on the fat boy's sausage. I let out a small feminine gasp. The feeling of his cock filling me was immense, and my eyes crossed briefly in ecstasy, like something out of a cheesy porno. My cock shot out a wad of precum that landed right onto Jimmy's chest.

"Now ride me like a good horsey!" Jimmy exclaimed. I began gyrating on his cock, putting my whole muscular body into it. I had to, since my arms were still tied behind my back. I was well aware of how much like a slut I looked, and was making sure to put on a show for these guys. The fact that I was so much fitter and hotter than them, and yet somehow they were turning me into their helpless boytoy, was basically my biggest fantasy come to life. Earl crouched to my left, within eyesight, and both him and Jimmy were eye-fucking my moist, glistening body as I rode the latter's cock. Jimmy's hands, first on my thighs, started working their way up my smooth, shapely bod. He did a little walking man up my belly, pausing to poke at my bellybutton (at which I audibly protested), and then worked his way up to my tits. Each hand grabbed a nipple and he began twisting them to his heart's content.

"You're absolutely loving this, aren't you?" Jimmy crooned, "Can you believe it? A muscular bitch like yourself, totally at my mercy? You're my bitch and I'll do whatever I want with you. These titties are mine now."

I tilted my head back in total sexual ecstasy. My hands tied behind my back, my meaty tits being toyed with, my powerful ass filled with juicy cock and my own rod bouncing up and down, begging for release, droplets of precum flying everywhere... this was bliss for a young curious horndog like myself.

Because I hadn't fully blown my load earlier, I was still as horny and hard as before, perhaps even more so. After about twenty minutes of riding Jimmy's cock, the latter suddenly pinched my nipples so hard that I stopped moving. God, I really had become his horsey.

"Let's play a game, slut." he said ominously. He positioned his fingertip about two inches above the swollen head of my rod and gave me a sinister look. "Now, go! Keep riding, horsey."

I obeyed, and quickly realized his devilish plan. With every bounce upward, my piss slit was coming in contact with his finger. My cock was insanely sensitive, I was begging for some actual release, and with enough light touches I could easily get pushed over the edge again. Part of me wanted to avoid orgasm at all costs, since that would likely end the fuckathon, and my butt was just loving this too much. However, there was nothing I could do: my hands were literally tied. Slowly but surely, I began the climb toward orgasm, and soon I could think of nothing more than to finally release. However, to my frustration, I soon realized that this wasn't enough. I needed just a little more of a touch to send me over the edge, and having Jimmy's fingertip make light contact with my piss slit wasn't doing it. After about ten minutes of this torture, with me moaning and begging as best as I could with my mouth gagged, my head rolling back and forth in frustration, and beads of sweat forming all over my body, Jimmy finally had mercy.

"Cum for me, horsey." he said roughly.

He grabbed my engorged rod with his right hand, grabbed my cock head with his left, and began twisting my mushroom tip and pumping my shaft like his life depended on it. Going from almost no contact to full-on hands-on-cock was just too much, and the orgasm rushed towards me like a freight train. At the same time, Earl came up behind me and grabbed my tits with both hands, pinching my nipples roughly.

"Cum, boy! Shoot your load for us!" he yelled.

The combination of orgasm and nipple pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt. I emitted a guttural moan that turned into an almost-scream as Mount St. Helends erupted. I bucked wildly on Jimmy's cock; he clenched his teeth and began yelling as well, as I felt the first jets of his hot jizz enter me.

"Yeah! Fuck you, you slut! Take my load!" he roared.

My own cock began firing load after milky load of cum all over Jimmy, as I continued riding his rod and he continued pumping mine. Eventually I was fully drained, and collapsed forward onto Jimmy, my vision going dark from the sudden change in elevation.

"How'd you like that, slut? Good, huh?" Earl crooned in my ear.

I felt myself getting pulled up by the arms and then dragged. My mind and vision was foggy from the intensity of the orgasm I'd just experienced, but I could faintly see that I was on my way out of the locker room and being pulled into the utility room next door. Before I knew it, Jimmy and Earl pulled me up and leaned my back against a pipe that extended from the ceiling to the floor. They wrapped duct tape around my neck and tied it to the pipe, not so hard that I couldn't breathe, but enough to keep me restrained. They then did the same to my ankles, and stood back to admire their handiwork. Oddly enough, as they ogled my tied up and helpless body, my cock was coming to full mast again.

"God, you are such a perv. Don't worry, if you keep coming to this gym, we'll see you again." Earl winked at me. They then stepped close to me, and each one of them put a hand on one of my nipples and gave them a farewell twist. My cock jumped as if to wave them goodbye. They then left the way we'd come, leaving me alone in the dimly lit boiler room.

Let's just say I got out of there eventually, with the help of a few members of the cleaning crew. Unfortunately, they couldn't resist having his way with me before setting me free. I had to endure half an hour of riding their boss's cock while the rest soaked me in jizz from above.

All in all, it was an amazing day.