Muscleboy Molested by Old Men on the Train

Let me set the scene for you (but not too much, since I'm eager to tell the story). My name is Jamie, and I'm a 22-year old bodybuilder. I was coming home late from the gym one night after a long, hard workout. I had done chest and abs that day, so my pecs and abs were popping like they hadn't in a while. I was wearing a tight little white tank top that revealed my beefy arms, my upper chest, and was unfortunately so short that it also revealed a good amount of skin above my waistline. My legwear consisted of tight, light gray yoga pants that outlined my thick, powerful legs and ass. There was nobody else on the train car and my mind was drifting. Heavy workouts always got me incredibly horny - seeing my perfect body in the mirror, getting a good pump, was a massive turn-on. I'd always work up a semi-chub when I lifted, and by the time I left the gym, I had to do everything in my power to will my boner back down. The bigger and better my body got, the more my exhibitionist side revealed itself - I realized that not only did I love my own reflection, but I loved the feeling I got when other guys (especially much older guys) ogled me up an down. I could literally feel their eyes admiring every muscle on my body, probably fantasizing about what they'd do to me if they could get their hands on me. However, I was always safe in knowing that they wouldn't actually do anything. These fantasies would pervade my mind until I got home, at which point I'd spend half an hour playing with myself, groping my own body all over in front of the mirror while edging my pent-up cock, imagining that I was getting felt up and molested by horny old men.

I had my eyes closed, fantasizing about the upcoming jerk-off session, leaning against the metal pole in the middle of the train car, my arms above my head, clasped around the pole. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt hands close around my wrists and pull them up roughly. I heard the sound of a belt buckle, and the next thing I knew, tight leather was being wrapped around my wrists, securing them to the pole. My eyes opened and darted around wildly. A haggard-looking old man, maybe sixty some years old, reeking of booze, was standing directly in front of me, leering at me. A second later, another, even older man came up from behind me. He looked about seventy.

"Well well well.. what do we have here?" asked the second man, "what's a pretty boy like you doing out all alone late at night?"

"What are you doing? Let me go, you bastards!" I yelled angrily, my muscles tensing, trying to escape my bonds. My beefy arms were stretched high above my head, exposing my perfectly smooth, freshly shaved armpits. The smell of my Old Spice antiperspirant filled the air. My tight little tank top had risen up above my bellybutton, exposing my sexy lower abs.

"You're not going anywhere. Those muscles are beautiful, but they're all show." laughed the first man. He then extended his hand as if to shake my hand. "I'm Dave, by the way. This is my colleague, Mark."

I looked down at Dave's hand, wondering what he expected me to do with it. He laughed again, then took his hand and smacked my abs a few times.

"Hard as a rock." he remarked, "God, you're hot. We're going to have some fun with you, hunky boy."

"That's right." said Mark, "You might know that the next train stop is about half an hour away. That's half an hour in heaven with us!"

"What the hell? Let me go!" I protested. Dave gave me a kissy-face before stepping around and coming up behind me. I could feel his breath on my upper back. Mark then came up close to me until he was standing about half a foot away, looking down at me (I was about 5'8" and definitely a bit shorter than the average guy).

"Mmmm, what a sexy belly you have..." he whispered, reaching down and tracing circles around my navel with his rough, gnarly finger. My abs tensed up in response. I moved my midsection away from his lecherous touch, trying to escape, but his finger always found its target. I wiggled my hips helplessly and seductively as he continued to tickle my bellybutton and surrounding area. It was like a perverted game of cat and mouse - I'd swing away, but it was always a matter of time before his hands closed in on me. It wasn't long before he expanded his reach, his spidery fingers kneading my lower abs, running through the ridges, grabbing a hold of each individual abdominal and squeezing, feeling the tight muscles expanding and contracting as I desperately tried to get away.

Suddenly, I felt Dave's warm hands grab a hold of my naked waist from behind, and hold it firmly in place. "You're not going anywhere, buddy." he said. His grip was incredibly strong, and I found myself completely unable to move my waist. Mark now had free reign to do as he pleased, with me completely being able to avoid his touch.

"You're mine now, boy!" he cackled, and attacked my abs with both of his hands at once. I moaned helplessly as he began feeling up my abs full throttle. He also started slowly pulling up my tank top as he exposed more and more of my abdominal rack. It wasn't long before my entire eight-pack was exposed. He was playing it like a perverted instrument, kneading the abdominals like dough, running his finger down the canyon between the left and right sets of abdominals, poking at my bellybutton. My abs were one of my prized assets - I spent at least five days a week working them out, and having someone pay this much attention to them was a massive turn-on for me. I felt my cock straining harder and harder against my yoga pants, tenting them like nobody's business.

"Flex for me, boy!" Mark said, "I want these sexy abs nice and tight!" I had no choice but to submit. I flexed my abs as much as I could, closing my eyes and biting my lips as I strained.

"What's with those sexy faces?" asked Dave, "are you liking this?"

I only moaned in response. Dave chuckled. He let go of my waist, then reached his hands over my shoulders and pulled my tank top up and over my head, so that it was secured around the back of my neck. My massive, powerful pecs poured out with a triumphant "pop".

"Oh my lord, look at those titties!" Dave chuckled. His hands reached around behind me and cupped both of my pecs from underneath, giving each one a firm squeeze. I emitted an incredibly girly whimper in response.

"Mmmm, I'm going to have some fun with these!" said Dave, "but first, we need to make sure you stay still for us." I heard the sound of Dave's belt unbuckling behind me, then the swish of it being pulled out of his belt buckles. It was promptly wrapped around my chest, in the space right under my pecs and above my abs, securing my upper torso to the pole. As Dave tightened the belt, my pecs popped forward due to the pressure underneath them, eventually hanging slightly over the belt like a pair of juicy breasts.

"What a sight you are." Mark crooned, "absolutely beautiful. Keep flexing, I want all that hard work in the gym on full display!"

I obeyed, tightening my pecs in addition to my already-flexed abs. Then the double assault began - Mark continued to molest my now fully exposed abs, while Dave began playing with me from behind. He alternated between diddling around inside my armpits with his fingers, to squeezing my pecs with his long, powerful fingers, to tracing slow circles around my areolas. I knew it was only a matter of time before he found his way to my nipples. I both dreaded and couldn't wait for that moment, since my nipples were my kryptonite. The slightest tweak had the power to reduce me to a slutty, sex-crazed mess.

"You really are enjoying this..." remarked Mark as he looked down at my boner tenting the front of my light-gray yoga pants. There was a massive wet spot in the front, where my unbearably leaky piss slit was rubbing against the fabric. The faint smell of cum was already in the air.

"Let's see what we're working with." he said. Keeping one hand on my stomach, he reached down and pulled my yoga pants down to my knees with one swift motion. This revealed two new surprises. One was my massive eight inch cock, veiny and throbbing, sticking out straight in front of me. It was held parallel to the floor by the second surprise: a tiny red thong, which looked like it belonged on a woman more so than a man. This was my little secret: after a long, tough leg and ass workout, I loved locking myself in the gym bathroom, peeling off my pants, and admiring my massive, perfect ass and legs in a tiny thong.

The thong was so small that my cock was essentially pushing it away from my body. My veiny shaft was completely exposed, and the fabric of the thong was pushed forward, stretching almost to its limit, looking like it was about to rip.

"Wow, you really are a slut." remarked Dave from behind me. His voice sounded incredibly close now, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Mark reached down and slowly and sensually ran his finger down my exposed shaft. I moaned in response. He did it a few more times, eliciting the same reaction from me. He then wrapped his hand around my swollen cockhead and rubbed it a little bit. Because the molestation of my sultry body had turned me on so much already, even that tiny rubbing motion was enough to push me almost over the edge. I let out a massive, hoarse, feminine moan and thrust my hips forward as I felt the cum rushing up my piss slit, and the first waves of orgasm washed over me. Almost as soon as that happened, Mark pulled his hand away, and instead grabbed the front of my thong and pulled it down, tucking it under my nuts. My cock jumped straight up into the air, but there was no longer any friction on my head. I thrust my hips helplessly, bucking wildly, trying to find some friction somewhere, anywhere... but it was no use. My orgasm was ruined. The waves of pleasure left me, and I felt most of the cum retract back through my piss slit. A small dribble did manage to leak out, and it hung precariously at the tip of my piss slit, before dropping over the edge and turning into a long strand that hung down almost a foot.

"I'm sorry, did you want to cum?" chuckled Mark. I shot him a defiant look in response. He waited for a few seconds until he was sure my cockhead was no longer going to explode, then took his index finger, scooped up the cum strand dangling from my dick, and proceeded to slowly, meticulously rub the cum all over my abs and chest. This made me feel completely dominated and helpless, and I moaned, closed my eyes, and flexed my abs and pecs as I felt his warm hand spread the gooey boy-milk all over my bulging muscles.

All of a sudden, I felt Dave's strong fingers grab a hold of my hard little nipples, and give them a firm squeeze. I gasped involuntarily, my eyes fluttering open. The gasp quickly turned into a long, drawn-out, sensual moan as he began twisting, pulling and pinching my helpless little nubs. His every touch sent waves of pleasure shooting through my entire body, culminating in my cock, which seemed to (impossibly) get even harder from the onslaught on my titties. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window - god, what a sight this was. My sexy, muscled body, almost naked, trussed and tied to the pole, sweaty muscled bulging and rippling, throbbing cock standing at full mast, hands all over me... I was nothing more than an oversexed piece of meat for these goons to have their way with. I only existed to be groped, molested and forced to cum. Continuing to watch my reflection in the mirror, I parted my legs a bit, stood on my tiptoes, and began rocking my hips back and forth slowly and deliberately, flexing my pecs and abs, thrusting my rock-hard, dripping cock into the night air, the tempo of my gyrations matching with the tempo of Dave's nipple play. I loved the way my sultry body looked and moved in the dim glow of the train car. I knew my opressors were loving it too - Dave had moved his mouth down until his lips touched my neck, and had begun kissing and biting it while continuing to abuse my pecs and nips. I groaned softly in response, closing my eyes again, tilting my head to the side, feeling his rough mouth exploring my neck.

Mark, meanwhile, had resumed his fascination with my abdominal region. He had knelt down and begun licking and kissing my abs and bellybutton, simultaneously reaching around and wrapping one of his hands around one of my juicy asscheeks, his fingers digging deep into my fleshy buttock. His other hand tickled and rubbed my inner thighs, occasionally tracing circles around my pubic area or tickling my cum-filled nutsack, but never actually touching my cock.

This amount of stimulation and foreplay was the most unbearable and most amazing torture I'd ever experienced. It went on and on for what seemed like an eternity, and after some point my cock was almost aching for release. The head and shaft had swelled up to a size I'd never imagined possible. Every vein was popping and throbbing, and the whole thing was pulsing rhythmically as it leaked precum like a fountain. My only purpose in life now was to blow my load.

"Please... please let me cum... I'll do anything..." I moaned.

"Do you? How badly do you want to cum?" asked Mark, still kneeling in front of me, his eyes fixed on my throbbing boner.

"So badly... please mister, let me cum..." I whimpered, looking down at him with puppy-dog eyes.

"I think we can arrange something. But first, I need you to say it for the camera." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. I felt panic well up inside me. Up to this point, this had been completely between us - but now he was going to record me? I couldn't risk this humiliation getting out into the world!

"No please, don't film me... please..." I begged, but to no avail. Mark turned the camera on and flipped it around so it was in selfie mode. I could see both his face and my own sexy body on the phone screen. He hit the "record" button, and for some reason, my cock twitched and let out a glob of precum, as if on command. Shock at being recorded quickly subsided - I quickly realized that being on camera only sexed me up further. Knowing that there would be a record of my total domination at the hands of these two men made me feel that much more dominated and turned on.

"Turns out you like being recorded too... a true exhibitionist." said Mark, "come on, boy. Tell us a little about yourself. The more you share, the more attention your cock gets."

"Um... my name is Jamie..." I said quietly.

"Louder, please..." said Mark. He continued holding the camera with one hand, while reaching over and wrapping his other hand around my shaft slowly. The feeling of his warm palm around my cock felt absolutely amazing, and I closed my eyes and let our a soft groan in response. As this was happening, Dave never let up playing with my tits. The combined feeling of hands on my nips and cock was heavenly.

"My name is Jamie, and I'm a bodybuilder..." I continued, breathing heavily, "I enjoy wearing tight clothes to show off my body."

Mark began stroking my cock, slowly and meticulously.

"I love getting looks from men, especially older men... I love when they eye-fuck me."

Mark sped up his stroking. "Good, good... please continue, Jamie."

"I love to tease them, knowing they go home and jerk off thinking about me, but my real fantasy is them getting their hands on me. That's really the only reason I work out anymore, is to build my body for the pleasure of older men." I continued, half-moaning through the words as I felt the first traces of a distant orgasm building.

"Fantastic. That's all we needed to know, Jamie." said Mark, "I think you've earned yourself the right to cum."

"Oh sir, thank you..." I sighed. Mark took the phone and placed it on a nearby seat, so that it was still recording us, but now he had two free hands. He took one hand and began groping my rock-hard abs while continuing to stroke my rod. Dave had both of his hands wrapped firmly around my pecs, squeezing them rhythmically like a pair of juicy tits, while his index and thumb fingers played a perverted symphony on my nipples.

"Oh god... oh no... I'm getting closer..." I moaned. The nearer I got to orgasm, the more high-pitched and slutty my voice got. My cock began swelling and by balls began tightening, riding up higher and higher to the shaft as the orgasm approached.

"Do it, boy. Shoot your load." growled Dave into my ear, then reached his head around and wrapped his thick lips around mine, pressing his tongue into my mouth, kissing me roughly and passionately.

"Mmmmmhmhmmhmhm-" I squealed into his mouth, my voice muffled. As he kissed me, he pinched my nipples harder than ever before. Seeing this, Mark gripped my lower abs tight, and started pumping my cock at breakneck speed.

That was the extra push I needed to cross the point of no return. My balls tensed up so much that they almost disappeared. My cock swelled up to superhuman proportions, and for a second, time seemed to stand still. Then the floodgates opened, and the orgasm hit me like a freight train. I began bucking wildly in my restraints, every muscle rippling and straining, thrusting my hips wildly as I let loose the first ropes of cum. They ejected from my cock with such force that they seemed to travel halfway across the train car. I squealed, moaned and groaned into Dave's mouth as Mark proceeded to pump my cock, my cum splattering everywhere - the nearby seats, the floors, onto Mark, onto me... suddenly the whole train car seemed to smell like fresh cum. I must have gotten off a dozen or so good spurts, and after that Mark continued to milk out every last drop, until my balls felt completely empty.

"Ohhh fuuuuuck... that was so gooooood..." I crooned, letting my head fall back in sexual exhaustion as Dave released my mouth and stepped back.

"Believe me boy, that was good for us too." he said, giving my ass a firm smack.

My body felt completely limp and drained at this point. I felt my hands getting untied, and my body being slowly lowered down the pole. I couldn't fall to the side, as my upper torso was still tied to the pole with a belt, but at least my hands were free. However, this didn't last long, as I felt my arms being lowered behind my back, and then firmly tied in place. I was now sitting in a squat position, my thick legs spread apart, my cock still hard, strands of leftover cum hanging down to the floor, back firmly pressed against the pole behind me, arms tied behind my back so that my chest and shoulder muscles popped out in all their glory.

"Mmmm.. what are you doing..." I moaned, eyes half-closed.

In response, I heard flies unzipping, and two hard cocks smacked me in both cheeks. Mark and Dave slapped my face with their cocks a few times, and I felt precum splatter onto my face and my upper torso. They then stepped back and began jerking themselves off as they looked down at me.

"God, what a hot muscleboy you are..." said Dave, "really one of a kind."

As I looked up at them, they stroked faster and faster, until they both shot their loads in unison. They aimed their cocks down, directly at me, blowing their hot, thick loads all over my chest, shoulders and abs. The feeling of warm cum running down my body was amazing, and I closed my eyes again to soak it all in.

I heard their flies zip, footsteps towards me, then the feeling of my arms and torso being released as the belts were removed. I collapsed on the floor, still leaning against the pole. Dave and Mark rebuckled their belts, paused for a second, then reached down and each gave my nipples a farewell pinch.

"See you around, Jamie." said Dave. The metro pulled to a stop and they got out, while I stayed on the floor, my head in a lusty haze, not caring who saw me like this. This had truly been the best night of my life.