Bodybuilder's Bitch

I choke down on the cock in my mouth as it forces its way down my throat. My eyes water to the point of tears. I can feel my face flush red and sweat rolls down my forehead. His hands have a vice-like grip on my head, pulling me in and holding my face against his abdomen.  His hands are hot and sweaty. He tells me to look up at him while he fucks my face, he says he likes to see my eyes focus on his. He says he likes to see a fucking stud like me groveling like a bitch for his cock. I have no problem doing what he asks. His face is square and angular, stubbled with a deep cleft in his chin. The fucker is handsome in a way indicative of an outdoorsy, rugged model seen on the cover of any type of mountaineering or hiking magazine. He’s hairy but not overly so, just the right amount. And his body is built of lean muscle, vascular but not gross.

A stinging slap to my right ass cheek leaves a red handprint made by a very large hand.  The cock spearing me from behind is thick and long. The man it’s attached to is a brute of a man. He’s tall and his body is thick with fatless muscle. He’s bigger than his buddy who’s in my throat. The man fucking me is more muscular, but the kind of muscle you can tell he always had from being genetically gifted. Add on to that any kind of strength training and his muscles react like plants do to water; they grow. He’s got a big Crossfit body. He’s hissing through clenched teeth and spewing degrading words at me with each thrust. His big hands are clamped around my small waist, I can feel his thumbs pressing into the small of my back. Each time he thrusts, he sends my throat deeper on to his buddy’s cock. But then he pulls me back just as hard as he pushes me forward and I feel like his cock is in my gut.  He says he gets off on plugging muscle boys like me. They both do.

I’m a collegiate baseball player and amateur bodybuilder. I look like your typical All-American-boy-next-door jock. Handsome but not pretty. Mid-west farm boy hot. I’m all natural, no roids, so I’m sleek, ripped and my body is waxed smooth as a baby’s ass. The smooth skin is something that works in my favor in the gym and in the bedroom. Smooth skin shows definition, the cuts in my muscle, the striations of muscle in the gym. In the bedroom, my smooth skin feels erotic against silky, nylon, thigh-high stockings, lacy silk panties. I like how the garters tickle my thighs.  Skintight satiny camisoles or a stretchy bra that matches my panties accentuate my chest muscles, my traps, make my biceps look twice as big. And that’s why I’m on all fours getting spit roasted by two incredibly hot guys. They like muscular, masculine, submissive dudes like me who are into wearing sexy lingerie while getting railed. It’s the ultimate in dominance for them, to take a guy built like me, a masculine bro like me, an athlete like me, throw me into some tight sexy feminine lingerie and then fuck me like I’m a girl.

I can only imagine the scene. Two jacked dudes, naked, railing the fuck out of a hot smooth muscle boy on all fours between them. If anyone walked in on this scene, they would definitely question their own sexuality if they weren’t doing so already. Afterall, what could be hotter? The fuck talk coming from these two is enough to make any dude get hard. Then there’s me, grunting, groaning, swearing, begging for more cock in my pussy.  It’s one thing to see me playing ball, the way I fill out my uniform, or seeing me in the gym working my ass off for gains, but another thing to see that same guy dressed in skintight women’s lingerie, begging to be fucked and treated like a dude’s girlfriend or wife.

My triceps are pumped because they’re holding up a good part of two-hundred pounds of muscle. A pair of black stiletto heels are scattered next to me on the bed. I had them on for only a few minutes before I was tackled to the bed from behind. They fell off but I know from experience, these guys will want me to have them on when they flip me over on my back.

I see a flash of wedding band from one of the hands that was holding my head. That’s how I know no one will find out about this side of me that doesn’t see the light of day. I don’t want people to know, and they don’t want anyone to know it either since one is married and the other has a girlfriend.

I’m not out since I’m an athlete at a competitive level. I’m still hoping to get a shot at the pros. I’m also not completely closeted either. It’s a don’t ask don’t tell thing, an open secret among those who need to know. The gym is where I met these two studs. The gym is my church. The gym is where I prefer to find men who know how to fuck men, and sometimes, men who know how to fuck a man like a woman.

“My turn,” Daniel says. He’s the one who’s been fucking my face.

“You’re gonna love his pussy, bro,” says Brent before he pulls his gooey cock out of my hole and slaps me one last time on the ass.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan being left with a void in my ass.

Daniel pats me on the ass. “On your back, princess,” he says to me. “Your favorite position,” he added with a flirty wink.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply. I flip onto my back, and I automatically raise my legs. My muscled quads flex from lifting their own weight. I place my hands under each of my calves to help hold them but at the first touch of the soft, slick, tight material of my stockings, I moan my approval. I run my hands around the hard ball of muscle under each leg. I love the feel of and look of my flexed muscle under the satiny black stocking. The two men shook their heads, chuckling and making fun of me.

“Look at this filthy bitch,” Daniel says, “she’s feeling herself up.”

“Yeah, she is. Never met a dude so in love with his own body,” Brent says as he reaches down and picks the heels off the bed. He holds them out to me. “Here you go, princess. Put these on for daddy.”

I raise my stockinged legs straight up above me, to give the men a show. I put my legs together, knees and ankles touching, toes pointed straight up. My smooth tan ass exposed, my used pussy in view.

“God damn, look at those hams,” Daniel says in awe. He glides his hand over the backs of my legs from my ass up over my hamstrings to my calves. He gets off on the feeling as much as I do. After all, he’s a muscle head too. He says he’s only attracted to dudes like me and Brent, gym rats with hard bodies. But I’m the one that really sends him over the edge, a straight up man’s man with a stellar body who likes to slip on panties and get fucked by dudes like him.

“Christ,” Brent murmurs. “I swear this kid gets hotter every fucking day.” He puts his finger inside the band of one of my stockings and runs his finger along the inside. “Fucking muscle sissy likes her little panties, doesn’t she?”

“Fuck, yeah I do,” I say softly. I slowly bend a knee, lowering a foot down so I can slide one of the stiletto heels on my foot. Then I slowly do the same with the other before raising them both back up again. “You dudes make my cunt wet,’ I say as I spread my legs wide like a wishbone.

Daniel steps up in between my legs, grasps my calves in each hand and brings them to either side of his face. He licks one of my calves and then the other. “Fucking sexy,” he murmurs. He moves to my patent leather heels and licks them as well. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers.

“Fuck her, dude,” Brent urges his buddy. “Her cunt is dripping.”

Daniel hugs my legs together. Brent takes Daniel’s cock and aims it at my hole. Daniel pushes his pelvis forward and slides into the void that is my pussy. His eyes close at the intense tightness my pussy brings to his cock.

“Fuuuuck, bro,” he moans. He opens his eyes, and they find Brent and he smiles. “His pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”

Brent smiles back. “Now, aren’t you glad I brought you in on this kinky shit?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, bro,” Daniel says. He pulls out and then slides back in making me sigh between small grunts. “Never thought I’d fuck a dude like him in chic lingerie.”

“Fuck me, daddy,” I plead in my low baritone voice. “I’m your bitch.” I sound like a whore, and I know that turns him on.

“Yeah, baby? You my bitch?” he asks me. He spreads my legs open and his eyes dart to mine. They are beautiful fucking eyes, greenish-blue.

“Uh huh. I want to be your bitch, daddy.”

Daniel looks over at Brent like he can’t believe his ears.

Brent nods back with a grin on his face. “Fucking unbelievable, am I right?” he says to Daniel.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he says as he picks up the fuck pace. “Dude is just a big fucking muscled up sissy.”

I listen to them talk about me like I’m not here. I love that.

“Right? Just a big jacked up sissy boy,” Brent says shaking his head as if it’s hard to believe for him too.

“Seeing him like this... it’s fucking gratifying as fuck, you know?” says Daniel, looking down into my eyes.

“He can be a bit... cocky, can’t he?” Brent says referring to my usual everyday persona.

“Everyday I walk into that gym and see this pansy assed stud walking around with a fucking perfect body, acting all high and mighty and shit. Then low and behold, he’s a fucking sissy faggot who puts out for jacked up muscle dudes.”

“Trust me, I feel you,” Brent says. “I was just as surprised as you are.”

Daniel fucks me slowly yet deliberately. He leans down, wraps both hands around the back of my neck and pulls my head up. We are nose to nose, forehead to forehead. I wrap my hands around his neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to me.

“Thank you,” I reply.

“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” he coos.

“Your cock is so big, daddy. I love it in my pussy.”

“Are you Brent’s girl?” he asks, his lips getting closer to mine.

I try to nod my head. “Yes.”

“I want him too,” Daniel says to Brent. “Dude, I got to have him too. Can we share?”

“What do you want, baby girl?” Brent asks me.

“I’ll be a bitch to both of you. You both own me,” I say as if in a drunken stupor.

“God damn,” Daniel says. “My very own sissy muscle boy.” Then he kisses me. I don’t know if it was his first time kissing a dude and I didn’t care. He kissed me passionately until I feel his body tremble, his cock expands, and a load of fresh babies floods my gut.

“That’s hot,” Brent says watching his two buddies kiss.

We lay still for a minute or so while we kiss. Daniel slides out of me and steps back. Brent turns me on my side, lays behind me and slides into me. He wraps his body around mine, holding my head back against his shoulder so he can kiss me while he cums in me. Now I have two loads of stud cum in my gut.

“Dude, you are a fucking crazy bitch,” Daniel says to me, laughing, teasing.

I laugh. “Hey, I can’t help it if my body makes straight boys gay.”

“It’s not just your body pretty boy,” Brent says to me. “It’s that body in fucking panties and heels, bro.” He holds out a hand for me and lifts me up off the bed. “It’s fucking sexy.”

I fix my garter belt against my washboard abs. I see a tiny tear in one of my stockings. “Fucking damn it. I got another fucking run in my stocking.”

Daniel flinched. “Whoa! I can not believe I just heard that sentence come out of your mouth.”

I shrugged my big shoulders. “Hey, these things are expensive. I don’t get these at fucking Target. These are the real deal.”

“How much stuff do you have?” Daniel asks.

Brent cuts in, “Dude, you have no idea. Most dudes have a closet full of sneakers and workout clothes. Our muscle boy here has a closet that looks like a display case from Victoria’s Secret.”

“Hey, I do it for you, asshole,” I say to Brent with a playful punch to the shoulder.

“That’s right, you do, don’t you, muscle boy,” Brent says as he pulls me close and puts his lips on mine. We kiss for a minute or so. “My muscle boy loves to dress up for me, doesn’t he?”

I sigh because I love to hear my man talk to me like this. “I do.”

“And now, you dress up for me too?” Daniel asks me, his arms wrapping around me from behind. All three of us embraced tightly.

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to dress up for you for the longest fucking time, bro. I kept telling Brent that you were my type. I want to be your girl, dude. Both of you. I want to be your personal muscle girl.”

Daniel kisses my neck. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but if I weren’t fucking married, I’d scoop you up and take you off the market. What could be better than to have a buddy who likes to work out, watch sports, drink beer and then pulls on some panties and begs to be fucked. You’re the whole fucking package.”

I turn my head back and meet him in a kiss. I whisper, “Dude, you’re making my pussy wet again.”

I hear Daniel growl and then his arms become tighter, his body shifts and his cock slides right back up my chute. “Got to have you again, baby.”

“Go ahead, we got all day,” Brent says with a grin before he kisses me.