Brian arrived at the gym restroom exactly at 3 PM, his heart pounding against his massive chest. He was ordered here by Max, the son of the man who owned him. The arrangement was supposed to be private – Brian as a muscular sex slave to Max’s lewd desires, all to protect his father and his family’s dignity. But now, Max had said someone else would be here, someone whose name wouldn’t be disclosed. Brian’s muscles tightened beneath his Khaki shorts and t-shirt, the tension of uncertainty gnawing at him.
When he pushed the door open, Brian froze. There, standing by the sink, was Peter – his classmate, a quiet, anti-social guy who Brian had never given a second thought to. Peter smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that sent a chill down Brian’s spine. The restroom door clicked shut behind Brian, sealing the two of them in.
“Max sent me,” Peter said, his voice soft yet carrying a dangerous edge. “He said you’d be here. He’s given me full access to you, Brian. Full access to live out my deepest, darkest fantasies.”
Brian’s staggered back as his phone buzzed. It was Max. “Pick up,” Max commanded when Brian answered. “Peter is there. He knows what you are. You’re to follow whatever orders he gives you. Understand?”
Brian wanted to scream, to demand why Max had broken their agreement of privacy. But as always, he couldn’t talk back. Max owned his father, and Brian owned himself only so far as it served Max’s whims. The call ended abruptly, leaving Brian with only Peter’s expectant gaze.
“Go into the toilet cubicle in the corner,” Peter ordered, gesturing with his hand. Brian hesitated only a second before obeying, his muscular frame ducking into the small space. He spun around, eyes wide as he took in the collection of torture instruments lining the walls and resting on the side. Dildos of every size and shape, nipple clamps, an array of needles, forks, and thick leather straps hung or lay in ominous displays. Peter slid in behind him, and Brian suddenly realized how tight the cubicle was with two large bodies and all the equipment. The air became hot quickly, both men’s body heat mixing to make the small space almost suffocating.
Peter didn’t waste any time. “Stand and lean your back against the door, facing me.” He produced a set of thick leather straps and secured them around Brian’s neck, holding him in place. “Don’t move an inch. Don’t make a sound.”
Brian nodded, his massive chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of whatever came next. Peter’s eyes traced over Brian’s physique with obvious admiration and hunger before he grabbed the bottom of Brian’s t-shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. Brian tensed but held his position as Peter’s hands began kneading his muscles, his thumbs digging into Brian’s abdominals, pecs, and biceps – his favorite areas. Brian could only grimace in disgust as Peter’s fingers explored every ridge and contour of his body with deliberate, possessive movements.
Then Peter’s hands disappeared, replaced by his tongue. He began at Brian’s abs, licking every crevice with slow, thorough strokes, the wet warmth causing Brian’s skin to prickle. From there, he moved to Brian’s bulging biceps, forcing Brian to curl his arms so he could trace every nerve ending. Finally, his attention turned to Brian’s nipples, and the football player couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his lips.
“Silence!” Peter snapped, his hand cracking across Brian’s face with surprising force. The sting radiated through Brian’s entire body, and he could hear Max’s voice in the distance from the phone call they had just had: “Any disobedience calls for punishment later tonight.”
Max was watching from wherever he was, connected to the two cameras Peter had set up in the cubicle. Brian gulped but said nothing, holding perfectly still as Peter began nursing on his nipples again, alternating every thirty seconds between the two for a solid ten minutes. The sensation of Peter’s hot, wet mouth pulling on the sensitive buds combined with the forbidden nature of the act – being forced to submit to a classmate in a public locker room – sent waves of conflicting signals through Brian’s body. To his humiliation, his cock began to stiffen, pressing against the zipper of his shorts.
Peter noticed of course, and a cruel smile touched his lips as he grabbed Brian’s waistband and yanked, pants and boxers sliding down to Brian’s ankles in one swift motion. Brian stood exposed now, his body completely at Peter’s mercy, the cameras capturing every moment from Max’s vantage point.
Suddenly, the sound of multiple people entering the restroom reached them. Peter’s smile widened as he turned to Brian.
“This is the real test,” Peter whispered, his fingers moving to a small machine on the shelf. “If you make one sound, Max has promised me you’ll wish you had held quiet.” He picked up the machine, which appeared to have nodes attached to all of its fingers.
Peter clicked his tongue and continued. He then inserted those fingers, each equipped with a small node that sends a mild electrical current, onto Brian’s body. He first ran them overBrian’s pecs then began a deliberate exploration of Brian’s newly exposed abs, choice cut chest, flexible cock and balls. First it was a curious exploration. Soon it became a torture session. Brian gasped, the electrical shocks sending jolts of pain and unexpected pleasure through his body. His muscles contracted violently, his abs rippled in waves, and his chest heaved as he struggled to hold back the groans building in his throat. Peter didn’t relent, his hands moving with deliberate cruelty across Brian’s skin, sending shock after shock through the football player’s body. All around them, the sounds of the crowd in the main restroom provided a macabre soundtrack to Brian’s torture. For a solid ten minutes, Brian danced on the edge of agony and ecstasy, his body twitching and convulsing as Peter teased his muscles with each pulse of electricity. The air grew thick with the combined scent of Brian’s arousal and sweat.
Soon the sounds of the crowd began to dissipate. Brian exhaled a small sigh of relief, his entire body trembling as the sensations finally began to fade. That’s when Peter picked up the tray of needles, Brian’s eyes widened as Peter selected several long, silver needles.
“This will enhance your appearance,” Peter said, more seriously than he had spoken all day.
He began placing the needles at precise intervals along Brian’s eight-pack abs, then added two near each nipple. Brian couldn’t help but groan as Peter inserted each needle, the acupuncture-like sensation sending sharp, localized pain radiating through his torso. As Peter finished, Brian noticed that the needles also contained muscle stimulants and skin-sensitizing oils – effects that kicked in almost immediately. Brian’s muscles began to twitch unnaturally, contracting and releasing with each passing second. His massive chest began to swell, his abs formed deeper ridges, and the veins across his biceps bulged noticeably. The pain was intense, a deep, throbbing ache that made it impossible for Brian to remain silent. He grunted, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to maintain his position. After two minutes that felt like an eternity, Peter finally finished, and Brian was left gasping, his body pumped and transformed by the needles, looking like a god carved in muscle.
Peter walked back a step, his eyes drinking in Brian’s transformed appearance. His hand gravitated to his own cock, which was rock hard, tenting in his track pants. A quick glance at Max’s tablet confirmed his thoughts: the show had been perfect so far.
“Max says to put the plug on Brian’s cock to ensure no unwanted orgasm,” Peter announced, stepping back to the shelf to retrieve a thick, metal cock ring and a wearing 멈음 plug.
He secured the cock ring around the base of Brian’s engorged shaft, then forced the plug into the football player’s ass, causing Brian to yelp in surprise. The stretch was immense, and combined with the needles, his entire body was throbbing with sensation. Max’s instructions came through the feed: “Peter, place Brian in position. The fun is about to begin.”
Peter unbuckled the straps from around Brian’s neck and stepped back, gesturing to the floor. On the tile was a large, mechanical dildo, positioned at a 45-degree angle, its tip already glistening with lubricant and pointing directly at Brian’s hole.
“Kneel,” Peter instructed, and Brian, still dazed from the needles and the plug in his ass, dropped to his knees. Peter cinched Brian’s wrists behind his back with another strap, leaving his chest exposed and his face looking up.
Peter then positioned himself behind Brian, a metal pole at the ready. He secured the pole to the small window behind them and then locked Brian’s wrists and chest to it. Brian was now immobilized, his powerful body on display, trapped and vulnerable. Peter then sat down, reclining himself until his own stiff cock was resting against Brian’s rippling abdominal muscles, the strong man unable to move away.
“You mustn’t bend forward too much,” Peter instructed. “We want Max and everyone who sees this feed to get a good look at your front torso.”
Almost on cue, the sound of another group entering the locker room reached them. Peter took this as his cue and pressed a button on the remote in his hand. The mechanical dildo hummed to life, slowly pushing against Brian’s prepared hole. Brian bit his lip, struggling to maintain control as the machine began to penetrate him, inch by slow inch. Peter, meanwhile, began rubbing his cock against Brian’s abs, grinding himself against the football player’s muscles for his own pleasure.
This dual sensation – the invasion from behind and the friction against his abs – was almost too much for Brian to handle. He ground his teeth together, his body tensing as he fought to remain silent. His cheeks flushed, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across his forehead as the machine thrust into him in a slow, relentless rhythm. Each movement forced his abs to contract, massaging Peter’s cock trapped between them. Peter ran his electric node-equipped hands over Brian’s torso, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. Brian’s body was a plaything, a machine designed for both of their pleasures.
Outside the stall, the sounds of the crowd grew louder momentarily – people laughing, the squeak of shoes on the tile, the flushing of toilets. Brian took advantage of the noise cover, letting out a small groan as the dildo hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Peter, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Brian’s nipples, twisting and pulling while he sucked the other into his mouth. Brian’s body jerked in response, his head thrown back as the conflicting sensations overwhelmed him. When the noise died down outside, Peter’s assault continued, and Brian found himself whimpering, the sound barely audible over the hum of the machine. Thankfully, no one outside seemed to notice the strange noises coming from the stall, too busy with their own business.
The torture continued for another fifteen minutes, Brian’s body growing slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with exertion. His mind was a blur of pain, pleasure, and shame, all mixed together as Peter used him for his own gratification. Then, as suddenly as they had arrived, the crowd outside dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence.
Brian gasped, letting out a louder groan than before, now that the cover of the crowd was gone. Peter chuckled, but the humiliation at being heard sent a fresh wave of shame through Brian. As he caught his breath, Brian was shocked to hear someone still outside the cubicle, celebrity idols with male fans.
“Are you okay in there?” a concerned male voice asked.
Brian froze, torn between his shame and his need to please Max. “F-fine,” he managed to stutter, his voice cracking. “Everything’s fine.” Thankfully, the person outside seemed to accept the response and moved away.
Back on the tablet, Max monitored the scene. “Perfect,” Max commented. “Now for the final stage. Brian, I’m going to activate the nanobots I had implanted in your nipples during our last session. You haven’t forgotten those, have you?”
Brian’s eyes widened. How could he have forgotten? The tiny nanobots, designed to respond to Max’s commands, would begin vibrating and stimulating his already sensitive nipples.
“Watch him suck and nibble on them like candy,” Max instructed Peter, whose eyes lit up with anticipation.
With the press of a button on his phone, the nanobots activated, sending intense vibrations directly to the centers of Brian’s nipples. The football player grunted, his body jerking against the restraints as the unexpected sensation filled him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind overwhelmed by the combination of the machine in his ass, Peter’s hands on his body, and now the vibrating stimulation of his nipples.
“Now!” Max commanded.
Peter immediately leaned forward and took one of Brian’s vibrating, aching nipples into his mouth, suc-ing hard while his fingers manipulated the other one. The sensation was overwhelming, and Brian couldn’t contain himself any longer. He threw his head back, a choked groan escaping his lips as the nanobots’ vibrations combined with Peter’s mouth and tongue sent shockwaves of pure ecstasy through his body.
“Unplug the electrode in Brian’s cock and connect it to a tube,” Max instructed. “I want that cum collected.”
Peter scrambled to comply, unplugging the dildo and attaching a thin, flexible tube to Brian’s cock, positioning a clear, graduated plastic cup beneath it. With the combination of all these sensations, Brian was already on the edge, and removing the restriction was like setting off a firecracker.
“Fuck!” Brian cried out, his body shuddering as the first spurt of cum erupted from his cock. One after another, jets of white semen sprayed into the cup, and Brian watched in a mixture of horrified fascination as his release was collected. When he finally finished, the cup contained at least twenty shots, more than he thought possible, generating a 100 milliliters.
Max’s admiration came through the feed. “Excellent work, Peter. Continue like this for the next two hours. I expect that cup to be full by the time you’re done. Every now and then, crowds will come, and Brian will have to struggle to keep his grunts quiet. Enjoy your play thing.”
The testing of Brian’s endurance lasted nearly two hours, with periodic interruptions as people entered and exited the bathroom. Each time, Brian would have to bite back his groans of pleasure and pain, his body being used as Peter’s personal playground. The powerful electric shocks, the constant pleasures of the mechanical dildo and the milking of his body to fill the small cup while making sure not to be noticed. Later that night, Max would collect the cup and punish Brian for accidentally being so loud around a new spectator.
When it was finally over, Peter deactivated the machines and gave Brian a moment of respite. “You’ve been a good pet,” Peter said, his eyes gleaming with perverse satisfaction. But as Brian began to sag against the pole, exhausted and sore, Peter’s hand clamped on his shoulder.
“Your job isn’t over yet,” Peter whispered, his voice suddenly harsh. Before Brian could register what was happening, Peter spun him around, grabbing his hips and forcing him to knees again.
Brian looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide with understanding as Peter freed his still erection from his pants. “Please,” Brian whispered, the word coming out as a pathetic plea.
But Peter paid no attention, his eyes fixed on Brian’s heart-shaped ass. He roughly pulled Brian’s hips back toward him, then with no further warning, plunged his cock deep into Brian’s well-used hole. Brian cried out, the invasion sudden and painful after the brief rest.
“Shut up,” Peter growled, his hands gripping Brian’s hips tightly. “I want to hear you make more noise for me.”
And then he began to fuck Brian like a toy, hard and fast, his hips slapping against Brian’s muscular ass with each powerful thrust. Brian could only whimper, his body bouncing with the force of Peter’s movements. The pain soon gave way to an overwhelming sensation of fullness that was somehow pleasurable, despite everything. Peter reached around and began to stroke Brian’s cock, already semi-hard from the previous stimulation, urging him back to full erection.
“You’re such a beautiful fuck toy,” Peter panted, his movements becoming more erratic. “My personal muscle pet.”
He continued his pistoning motion, his hands gripping Brian’s hips so tightly that Brian knew there would be bruises later. Brian’s mind reeled – the shame of being used this way, the public setting, the knowledge that Max was watching the entire time. Yet despite himself, he found himself pushing back against Peter, meeting the younger man’s thrusts with his own hips, his body betraying his mind. Peter’s breaths grew ragged, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release.
With a final, particularly deep thrust, Peter grunted, his body shuddering as he came inside Brian, filling the football player with his release. As Peter pulled out, Brian could feel the warm wetness dripping down his thighs.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” Brian whispered, his voice hazy with a mixture of exhaustion and shock.
Peter smiled, patting Brian’s ass gently. “Believe it, stud. You’re Max’s pet, whether you like it or not. Now, let’s clean you up. Max has plans for you tonight, and we can’t have you looking less than perfect.”
