Jake was a god among men.
He walked into the gym and several heads turned. A hulking wall of muscle, his bronzed skin still glowing from his most recent competition, blond hair closely cropped, baby blue eyes shining. Several women who were working out stopped what they were doing to stare. And quite a few men as well.
He was widely admired, not just for his size, but for his handsome good looks. And one other thing.
“Aw watch out, it’s a Magnitude 8 Assquake coming through!!” Phil joked as Jake walked past him at the front desk.
Jake stopped mid-stride and looked over his shoulder, turning so that his back faced Phil, then with one big hand he smacked one of his ass cheeks. “Only an 8? This is a full 10, bro!” he retorted.
Phil’s throat hitched at the sight of Jake’s ass cheeks rippling from the impact. Because Jake was huge all over, but his ass especially was obscene. Even on his gigantic frame, his ass still looked oversized. Jake was 10% body fat, but it looked like every single ounce was concentrated in his ass cheeks. They bounced and jiggled as he walked, clapped when he ran on the treadmill, and god forbid you see him jumping rope, or you might pass out.
Jake knew he was hot shit, and he was especially proud of his ass. Guys in the gym always asked him “Man, how do I build my glutes? What’s your secret?”
Jake would always say “Squats and genetics, baby!” before giving one cheek a light smack. But that was only half the truth. Because Jake had always had a big fat round bubble butt, but a few years ago he got an extra boost.
At first he didn’t understand why his ass suddenly grew two sizes, seemingly overnight. And then he was really confused when it started twitching, like it was hungry. And he was even more confused when it started to leak a clear white fluid that resembled lube.
But one visit to Dr. Carson’s Clinic and he understood. Jake had Jock Pusssy Syndrome.
And that was why he couldn’t wear underwear anymore, except for the thongs he got from the clinic. Even a jockstrap was uncomfortable with how much the straps dug into his cheeks. And that was why he hadn’t worn a pair of pants in over a year, stuck only to ultra-elastic leggings that looked like they were literally painted on, hugging every single curve of his legs, stretched to their limits over the twin globes that were each larger than a basketball. If it weren’t for the pouch that covered up his bulge underneath, Jake would get kicked out of the gym for indecency.
Jake started off with a light jog as a warmup, ass cheeks bouncing, clapping together so loud the guys running next to him could hear it through their earbuds. Their eyes were drawn to the obscene view of Jake’s barely covered cakes quaking, making them chub up instantly. Most of the men in the gym were straight, but when it came to an ass as huge, as fucking fat and bouncy as Jake’s, well, they made an exception.
One of them was so distracted that he slowed his running and was nearly run off the treadmill. The other had to press the emergency stop button to run to the locker room and take a cold shower.
Jake chuckled, always enjoying the attention and effect he had on the other bros in the gym. He claimed he was straight - “Naw bro, it’s all pussy for me!”, but there was nothing better for an ego boost than a bunch of other muscle bros drooling over your goods.
Once he was sufficiently warmed up, Jake strolled over to the stretching area to begin his stretches. He was pretty flexible for a guy his size, so when got on all fours and started doing cat-cow poses, lifting his ass up and arching his back, the jocks in the gym couldn’t help but imagine Jake doing it on a bed, arching his back like a whore, ready to be used. His leggings were so tight, nearly sheer, that if it weren’t for the thin strap of the thong that barely covered his hole, anyone would be able to see a full impression of Jake’s tight asshole, down to the wrinkle. Or rather, they would except for the small round disc right over his asshole.
Jake never worked out without his Dr. Carson-designed plug, perfect for any athlete whose JPS symptoms prevent them from focusing. It came in various sizes, perfect for any JPS sufferer who needed a little stimulation to keep their hunger in check. Jake was a size 6 - not an insubstantial one, the silicone filling him up and slightly stretching the rim of his hole. It was dual purpose too - not only did it provide light stimulation, it also acted as a plug for all the pussy juice that jocks like him produced, allowing him peace of mind that he wouldn’t leave wet spots everywhere he sat.
Satisfied with his cat-cow poses, Jake dropped his hips to the ground and spread his legs wider, givieper stretch. Of course, one could easily mistake that pose as Jake offering his monumental ass up on a silver platter. But everyone knew Jake was straight, or so he claimed, so that couldn’t be the case, right?
It didn’t help
eeper, Jake let out a low groan, releasing the tension in his muscles and letting them relax. One time, when he was questioned why he seemed to always stretch in the most suggestive poses, Jake only replied “Stretching is important bro! Gotta keep yourself loose and ready!” followed by an unsubtle wink.
Jake loved the attention, of course, so the fact that he had men and women staring at him the whole time was a good motivator. As he was flush with the floor
,gings - his asshole clenching and unclenching around the plug. As he stood up, his cheeks shifted from the slight movement, every ripple visible through the leggings. They already looked like they were at their limit, and the more he moved the more it seemed like his ass was threatening to burst out of them. And if he didn’t have the plug in, his pussy juice would have likely soaked the material so thoroughly that they would have ripped like wet tissue.
Today was leg day - which was practically an event at this gym, to the point where the other goers marked it in the calendar. They murmured among themselves, turned their heads or positioned themselves so that they could see the squat racks in the mirror. Several of them dropped all pretense, propping themselves on benches, water bottle in hand, saying they were on “cool down”, like they were getting a front row seat to the show as Jake settled into the rack.
Nobody cared how much he could squat, or if his form was correct or not. The only thing they cared about was how his huge cakes spread as he squatted down, as they parted and revealed the hard circle underneath the legging, or the way they rode down slightly to reveal the top of the thong underneath.
“Goddamn…” one of them muttered, a huge bodybuilder that rivaled Jake in size, his own bulge starting to chub up. Jake glanced at the quickly tenting gym shorts and gave a smirk. Hey, he could appreciate when a dude had a big one, alright? He was still straight, and if even a huge bodybuilder dude like that wanted him, well that just proved how much of an irresistible stud Jake was.
As Jake got into place, settling the barbell over his shoulders, and began his slow, deep squats, every eye fixated on him was filled with the image of those cheeks parting as he got lower, lower. Their imagination took over, visions full of Jake squatting down right on their upright, erect cocks, the leggings tossed away, the thong strap pulled aside. None of them had ever seen what Jake’s uncovered hole looked like, but they all agreed that it was probably slightly pink, like all good pussy should be.
As Jake pushed himself harder and harder, the plug keeping his pussy full and dammed up was doing its job. When he reached the deep squat position, with a loud grunt, he pushed up with all his force, enough so that the plug actually pushed out slightly from his hole, his pussy lips struggling to keep it in place. But still, it held strong, kept in place because it was fairly above average as JPS plugs go. As Jake’s JPS progressed, he had to increase the size of his plugs gradually, wanting to make sure that no matter what, they would stay in place. Otherwise, as he squatted, the clenching of his glutes would almost certainly cause his pussy to gush a generous amount of juice, soaking his legging and likely creating a small puddle underneath him. And he definitely didn’t want to deal with that, the poor gym cleaners.
“That thing looks like it could break my dick off…” one gym-goer mused.
“Yeah, but that would totally be worth it,” his companion replied.
After Jake had sufficiently worked his glutes over, he continued with his leg day routine. Hamstring curls, leg press, deadlifts, everything he did drew attention to his enormous ass, every exercise made his cheeks jiggle and bounce. As he walked from spot to spot, his cheeks bounced like there was an earthquake, his devoted fanbase drooling at every soft bounce, every slight clap of his cakes.
After an intense workout, Jake took the locker room. He always made sure to shower with the curtain open, giving anyone who would look an unfettered view of his naked, soapy body, as he felt up his muscles, paying special attention to washing his cheeks and making sure every inch was clean.
There was one onlooker who Jake had never seen before. A tall, muscular man, quite a bit older than Jake. A former bodybuilder’s physique - what he lacked in definition he certainly didn’t in size. His hair was buzzed short, with a salt and pepper beard, hairy chest, and treasure trail leading down to his shorts. Jake gave him one look over, barely paying him much mind, until his eyes settled on the older man's bulge. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the substantial bulge that looked like it hung all the way to the bottom of the older man’s athletic shorts.
Jake felt his hole clench, and he knew if he kept looking his juice production would amp up, increasing the likelihood of his plug slipping out of his hungry ring. But his reaction didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t lookin’, boy. I saw you,” the older man said in a deep, gruff voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man. I’m straight, no way I’d check your dick out,” Jake feigned.
The older man was having none of it. “Cut the bullshit. I could smell you a mile away. Even that fucking plug can’t keep back your stench. I’ve wrecked enough jocks in my life to know that you got a pussy between those fat fuckcakes.”
Not caring about anyone else in the locker room, the older man reached into his shorts and hauled out the biggest fucking dick Jake had ever seen in his life. So big, in fact, that it was larger than the “assistive device” that Dr. Carson gave him: the long dick-shaped silicone object he used to stimulate his hole when his symptoms were at their worst.
Jake’s protest of his supposed straightness was swallowed in his throat. His hole instantly clenched around the buttplug, and he could feel the warmth of his pussy juice production spreading. He tried to fight it, but it was inevitable: when a big huge dick was near a jock pussy, things were going to get wet.
The older man strode over to the showers and turned Jake’s off. Before Jake could protest, he took one meaty paw and grabbed onto one of Jake’s massive cheeks. Even though he couldn’t palm the whole thing, as literally nobody could, he squeezed hard, feeling his thick fingers sink into the fat jiggling assflesh.
“Hey! What the fuck, bro?” Jake said, but his resolve was weakening. He felt himself leaning into the older man’s possessive touch.
“Shut up with that ‘I’m straight’ bullshit. You and I both know that this-” the older man reached between Jake’s asscheeks, grabbing onto the base of the plug and twisting it, making Jake moan “- is a fucking PUSSY. And you know what pussy is for, don’t you?”
“F-fuck off… oh goooooood…” Jake moaned as the older man held the plug firmly and began to pull it in and out slightly, just enough to give Jake the sensation of being fucked, feeling his hole spready as the wider base was almost pulled out of his ass, but stopping right before.
“I’m your fucking Daddy now. And that’s how you’ll refer to me. Now you’re going to get dressed, in that fucking thong and those leggings, dress the whore you are, then you and I are going to go back to my apartment. Then I’m going to treat that pussy the way it’s meant to be treated.”
Jake was speechless. He wanted to rebuff the man, stand up to him, use that same cocky bravado he usually had. But there was no denying the effect that Daddy's massive cock was having on Jake’s pussy.
Jake had gone long enough without a real cock to treat his JPS. And he was finally at his limit. As Daddy pulled the plug out a little further, Jake heard a loud splatter as a gush of his pussy juice hit the tiled shower floor.
“Look at you. Soaking wet, ready to get cunted. Bet you want some of my cum up in your pussy, don’t you ‘straight boy’?” Daddy taunted.
It didn’t take much further convincing. Gone was his hesitation. Jake wanted this older man to wreck him. He left the gym, trailing 10 feet behind Daddy, not wanting any of the other gym-goers to know what was about to go down. That Jake was going to get his virgin bodybuilder pussy wrecked by an enormous cock.
He barely made it in through the door before Daddy closed it behind him and pushed the muscular man up against the wall.
“Hey, what the hell-?” Jake grunted, but before he could say anything further, Daddy grabbed a handful of his leggings and tore them straight down the middle, causing Jake’s fat cakes to burst out.
“You listen here boy, this is fat fucking ass, and a tight fucking pussy. I’m not going to be gentle. This is not gonna be romantic. I am going to wreck you so hard you’ll be dazed, you’ll be limping, you’ll need to take a week off at the gym. I’m done playing. You’ve been a tease for far too long. You’re about to get 15 inches of pure cock up your cunt, and I don’t give a fuck about any excuses you have. Get on the coach, present that ass, NOW!” Daddy commanded.
Jake whimpered. A big muscle stud like him literally whimpered, as Daddy's dominant energy was so overpowering. He felt lightheaded, his thoughts swimming, he tried to fight his urges, but now that he was mere seconds away from getting split in half by a monster cock, he knew he was going to give in.
Jake was proud about how he had managed his JPS. A steady diet of daily buttplugs and dildo fucking was enough to keep his symptoms at bay. He hadn’t needed the assistance of any of Dr. Carson’s specially trained nurses. No matter how hung they were, or how much Dr. Carson advised otherwise. Jake was straight, goddammit, and he didn’t have a pussy. So what, his hole got wet sometimes, and hungry sometimes? Nothing a dildo fucking couldn’t fix. He was hardly the only straight guy who enjoyed a big silicone cock up his hole every now and then.
But he obeyed. In just his thong, he got up and kneeled on the coach, his chest pressed up against the back, presenting his ass for Daddy. He nearly choked when he felt the heavy warm stiff rod slap against his back, going far further up his spine than he had anticipated.
Daddy pulled Jake's thong to the side, and slapped one of Jake’s fat ass cheeks, making it bounce. “Now you’re gonna push that plug out like the whore you are. I know you have enough juice backed up in that pussy. Spread those pretty pink lips for me.”
Jake groaned and bore down on the plug. It was big - designed to stay in place, not get easily removed. But Daddy was right. There was more juice sloshing inside Jake’s pussy than ever before, making the plug fully lubricated. His pussy literally throbbed in need, desperate for something larger inside it, reaching depths that even Jake’s dildos couldn’t.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck!!” Jake moaned as his lips spread, and the plug emerged, shooting out between his cheeks, landing on the floor with a wet splat. “Guh!” Jake groaned as a thick spray of juice soon followed. His pussy was open, gaped slightly, the plug keeping it in a state where it could never fully close. Which was now working to his advantage, because Daddy was about to push the big buffy bodybuilder to his limits.
“Fucking nice pussy. Wet and ready. No more wasting time!” Daddy said with a smirk.
Within seconds Jake felt the large blunt cockhead press up against his hole. Even in his slightly gaped state, Daddy's cockhead was substantial, and Jake felt like somebody was trying to push an apple into his ass. He tried to relax, but his lips were being stretched more than they had ever before. Pussy juice dripped out of him like a waterfall, doing its best to lubricate him.
“Open the fuck up, you slut. Let Daddy in!” the older man barked.
He grabbed onto Jake’s hip and with one forceful thrust Daddy's cockhead popped right inside Jake’s pussy. “Oh holy FUCK!!” Jake exclaimed, the stretch nearly bringing tears to his eyes, both of joy and pain. “That thing is gonna kill me!”
Daddy just chuckled. “Maybe. But it’s also going to make you squirt,” he warned.
Inch after inch of extra thick cock sunk into Jake’s wet warm pink insides. He thought it would never end. How long was it? And how was it fitting inside him? He could feel his guts spread open, speared into by Daddy's cock, reaching a level of fullness he’d never had before.
Jake reached back to feel his pussy lips, surprised at them already being slightly puffy. And when his fingers brushed against Daddy's cock, he made no contact with the older man’s crotch, indicating that he was more than a few inches away from being fully inside the bodybuilder.
Without any warning, Daddy grabbed both of Jake’s hips. Then he snapped his hips forward and buried the remaining inches of his cock right up in Jake’s guts.
“FUUUUUUUCK!!!” Jake screamed, feeling a deeper penetration than ever before, it felt like that dick wasn’t just up his guts, it was fully in his stomach.
Daddy began a punishing rhythm, fully sheathing his cock inside Jake, then pulling almost the entire thing, over a foot of cock, out of Jake’s stretched pussy. Then he slammed all the way forward again with such force that it knocked the wind out of the beefy bodybuilder.
Daddy wasn’t gentle. He pounded Jake with the force of a battering ram, hips slamming into the base of that fat shelf ass like he was trying to break it off. The bounce was hypnotic. Each slap of flesh against flesh echoed across the room, cheeks jiggling so wildly they looked animated, unnatural. That ass took the abuse like it was designed for it - cheeks red from the force of Daddy's hips slamming into it, pussy juice trailing down it in glistening rivulets. Daddy was fucking him rough, like an animal.
Jake had no choice but to submit. Flat on his belly, ass jacked up and leaking, he surprised himself with the words that left his mouth, like it was somebody else talking, somebody taking over his body. “Gimme that big cock, fuuuuuck, deeper - make this ass your fukin’ pussy!” he wailed, voice guttural and raw.
From the moment that cock reached Jake’s furthest depths, he turned from macho muscle god to brainless fucktoy, moaning louder with every inch stuffed into him, that massive dick stretching his hole obscenely, making his cheeks tremble with each thrust.
“Take it you fat assed muscle bitch. This is where you belong, getting fucked, getting that pussy STUFFED with cock. This is your punishment for being a tease. I’m gonna wreck you and leave you gaped and leaking!” Daddy snarled.
Daddy's thrusts were unrelenting, and Jake’s moans were driving him wild, making him fuck the beefy bodybuilder with a ferocity that bordered on violent. But Jake was big and muscular enough to take it. In fact, his pussy craved it. His tight ring burned from being stretched, was his guts were repeatedly stabbed with that massive cock, but it craved more. A part of Jake understood - this is indeed where he belonged. Fucked like a bitch.
Daddy's fucking was so intense that every time he slapped his hips against Jake’s cheeks, not only did the massive round bubble cakes jiggle and ripple, but the excess pussy juice splattered at the impact, like waves crashing against some rocks.
Jake was getting closer and closer. His pussy was gushing juice, and his insides were now molded around Daddy's cock. Any discomfort was long gone, replaced by a level of pleasure he had never even imagined. He questioned why he ever tried to resist getting fucked for so long in the first place. Daddy was right: this is where he belonged. Face down, ass up, getting dicked down so hard it made his entire body tremble.
“Take this FUCKING LOAD, you big muscle slut!!” Daddy roared. He slammed into Jake one last time, that massive cock exploding inside the muscle slut. When that thick cock jerked and pulsed and pumped him full, Jake lost his mind.
“OHHHHfuckkkk—YESSS, dump it—fill me—nnnngghhhghhhnn—so fucking deep—” he screamed, cock untouched and untouched always—he never needed to stroke it. It wasn’t about his dick anymore. Nothing from his cock ever felt as good as it did to get his guts rearranged by his Daddy. His own release came like a fucking geyser - splashing not from his cock, but from pussy, squirting what must have been gallons of pussy juice all over Daddy, making a mess on the floor, gushing so much that the back of his legs were completely soaked. The moment that monster dick started spurting, Jake’s pussy followed, helpless, ruined.
Pump after pump of thick cum filled him. He could feel his stomach growing heavier, as Daddy filled him up like he was a one-stop sperm bank. His bloated belly brushed up against the fabric of the couch. He had never been this full in his life.
He laid there, twitching, groaning, legs still spread, hole dripping not just pussy juice but frothy cum that was churned by further thrusts of Daddy's cock. “Fuck”, he gasped, eyes half-lidded, his mouth twitching with a dopey, satiated grin. “Goddamn... I needed that.”
Jake might have been all muscle and bravado before, flexing at the gym, talking shit, claiming every inch of him was pure alpha male. But now, when the door was unlocked and a hung older man unzipped his pants, he became something else entirely. A prize bitch with a legendary ass, a full-time muscle slut for the biggest, nastiest dicks around.
“Good boy. Knew you were a slut. And we’re just getting started. How about next time I introduce you to some buddies?”
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