Showoff Muscleboy Double-Teamed by Horny Daddies

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

First, a little bit about myself. I was a 19-year old liberal arts student, 5'9", working a summer job at a small-town grocery store, trying to make some side cash. Besides whatever nonsense I had to learn for my dead-end major, my biggest hobby was weightlifting. It wasn't traditional lifting per se: I wasn't trying to get strong. Rather, I was trying to sculpt the perfect body, one that straddled the line between masculine and feminine. I had experimented a little, and hadn't 'picked a team' yet per se, so I was definitely trying to stay open. I had fucked my share of girls back in high school, but after fooling around with some liberal arts bros my freshman year, I realized I had a submissive exhibitionist side to me that I was determine to explore further. But it gets even better: I found myself constantly fantasizing about being manhandled, toyed with and fucked by older, larger men, maybe even several. The idea of them having their way with my beautiful body turned me on to an unbelievable extent, more than any woman ever had. Thus, my time in the gym was committed to building a spectacular chest, a massive ass, thick, powerful legs, and rock-hard abs. The 'manlier' parts like arms didn't matter as much to me. I just wanted to look as sexy and curvy as I could, in the event that my exhibitionist fantasies did one day become reality.

One of my biggest kinks was showing off as much of my sultry body as was possible without resorting to indecent exposure. This usually involved wearing tight little crop tops that hugged my chiseled torso like a second skin, outlining my beautiful round pectorals and hard little nipples, ending just above my abs and completely exposing my perfectly sculpted midriff and cute outie bellybutton. I would pair this with a pair of tiny little booty shorts. The waistband rode incredibly low on my hips, sitting right above the base of my cock, highlighting my sexy ass dimples and the upper part of my smooth, inviting asscrack. Underneath the shorts I'd wear a tiny little thong, so small that it might as well have not existed.

All my grocery store coworkers were older men in their 40s and 50s. Their reaction to my outfits ranged from casually checking me out when I had my back turned, to outright gawking in disbelief, to angry confrontation. I'd had a few instances where I was accosted by a few of the older, more conservative guys, who threatened to put the fear of God in me if I didn't stop dressing like a hooker. I, of course, shut them down every time by threatening to report them for discrimination, and would go out of my way to tease and strut in front of them as much as possible for the rest of the day. I felt completely untouchable.

Unfortunately, one fateful day, my inappropriate behavior caught up to me. I had decided to work the night stock shift to earn some extra dough. This basically just involved grabbing a bunch of boxes from the back and restocking shelves to get them ready for the next day's influx of customers. This task was no problem for me: I worked out religiously, the squat and deadlift being a few of my favorite exercises (I had both of those to thank for my beautiful watermelon ass and thick, powerful legs). I got busy right away, grabbing massive boxes of cans and carrying them over to the aisles, leaving some of the older folks in shock at how much weight I could carry. Eventually it was time to unpack the boxes. I started with a lower shelf, getting down on my knees in front of it, crouching down and squeezing my head, arms and shoulders into the narrow opening, so as to be able to put cans in the very back. The lower half of my torso, my ass and legs were left sticking out into the aisle in a 'twerk' position. The entirety of my back was completely exposed, and I felt the cool air on the upper half of my shapely butt, thanks to my shorts being extra-tiny that day. I decided to take advantage of my position to put on a little show for whoever might be watching, and started wiggling my ass back and forth sensuously. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of strong hands grab my forearms from the opposite side of the shelf in the neighboring aisle. What felt like a zip tie was tied around my wrists, binding them tightly to the shelf support. I tried pulling away, and managed to extract my body enough to where my upper back was sticking out into the aisle, but my arms were fully extended at this point and I couldn't go any further. I was trapped!

"What the fuck? Let me go! This isn't funny!" I yelled frantically. The only response was a few bursts of laughter from both the opposite aisle, as well as from right behind me. After a brief silence, I heard a voice respond in a long, Southern drawl. "We got you now, boy. You been teasin' us for way too long, now it's time to pay."

"Fuck you, mister! You can't do this! The manager will hear of this!" I protested.

"That's where you're wrong. All the security cameras are turned off, and the manager's gone. It's just you and us for the rest of the night." laughed the voice in response, "so you won't have any proof. Besides, who around here would believe a woke liberal faggot kid like you?"

"I'm not a faggot!" I yelled defiantly, "Don't you dare call me that!"

"We'll see about that." the voice responded. I couldn't see a thing, but I suddenly felt a pair of rough hands grab my hips and twist my body upside down, so that I was facing up, the sudden cold floor against my back making me gasp involuntarily.

"Let's see what we're working with here." crooned the voice. The hands slowly and sensuously moved from my hips to my abs. They took their time caressing my abdominal mounds, feeling and kneading every sculpted ridge, then moving towards my bellybutton and tickling it for a bit. I couldn't help but gasp in response. My body had always been incredibly sensitive, and having someone feel me up like this was turning me on big-time, despite the circumstances. I felt my cock starting to harden in my tight little shorts.

"Oh fuck... please, please stop..." I moaned quietly. The last thing I wanted was to get hard in front of this perv. I tried everything to get my cock to not swell up further, conjuring up visceral images of dead kittens and puppies in my mind. My thoughts were interrupted as the pair of large, rough hands suddenly moved up my body, each of them closing around one of my thick, meaty pectorals.

"Ohh god! Fuuuck!" I moaned. My titties were my kryptonite. The hands started kneading, caressing and massaging my pecs relentlessly, and at this point there was no turning back. My feeble resistance dissipated, and my cock shot straight up into the air like a Space-X rocket, tenting my panties and shorts to their limit. The man molesting me laughed villainously, and added my nipples into the mix. I felt strong fingers pinching, twisting, yanking and diddling my sensitive little nipples in every possible manner.

"Fuck! Not my nipples! Don't do that to me, you pervert!" I moaned, my voice becoming increasingly feminine as my body and will succumbed to the lecherous onslaught. My hips started thrusting involuntarily, my abs and thighs flexing as I gyrated my cock into the air, trying to create some friction between the sensitive cockhead and my panties. I found myself puffing my chest out, pushing my titties into the man's hands, somehow eager for more groping despite the precarious situation I found myself in.

"You say one thing, but your body is telling me a completely different story." the man crooned. "Jimmy, why don't you give his cock some attention?"

Fuck, who's Jimmy? I thought briefly. I felt a second pair of hands grab the waistband of my shorts, and slowly pull them down my luscious hips. I wiggled back and forth to try and prevent the inevitable. Despite this, and despite the fact that my ass was so massive and the shorts were so tiny, 'Jimmy' still managed to accomplish his mission. His triumph was affirmed by a loud 'pop' as my rock-hard cock broke free of its polyester prison. My slutty little shorts were now wrapped tightly around my knees. My skimpy, almost nonexistent thong was still on, but my cock had circumvented it and was now completely exposed, sticking straight up into the sky like the Eiffel tower, twitching and pulsing. Despite not being able to see a thing, I knew it was leaking precum like a fountain: I could literally feel droplets running down my shaft and pooling around the base.

"No! Don't touch my cock, you perverts!" I moaned in a completely unconvincing voice, sounding more like a slut in a porno than a testosterone-filled young man in his sexual prime. As if on cue, a strong, warm hand wrapped itself tightly around my pulsing shaft. The sensation was so unexpected and amazing that I almost came right then and there. I had to flex every muscle in my lower body to keep the cum inside and prevent myself from exploding like a geyser.

"You want this, don't you?" laughed Jimmy. His voice was higher-pitched and more lecherous-sounding than the man who had initially accosted me, "you want to blow your thick, milky load all over the place, don't you?"

"Fuck no!" I pleaded in a bitchy voice, "Don't do this to me, please!"

"Can't do nothing about it, boy. You're ours for the night." answered Jimmy, and began slowly stroking my shaft while kneading my silky smooth, cum-filled nuts with his other hand. His unnamed accomplice continued kneading my titties and playing with my nipples. The assault on my sexed-up body was overwhelming. I found myself unable to do anything other than whimper and moan, gyrating my body sensually, hips rocking, midsection flexing, trying as hard as possible to prevent myself from cumming, yet at the same time wanting to cum more than anything. My cock felt like it was about one good stroke away from blowing its top, but Jimmy seemed to be a master of his craft. He teased my poor, swollen rod just enough to keep me right on the edge, never going further than he had to.

After about five minutes of relentless edging, Jimmy spoke up.

"Let's spice things up a little bit, shall we? I've brought a few items over from produce that we think you might enjoy". The other man giggled in response. I felt something cold and hard press up against my tight, smooth little asshole.

"Oh no... oh please... what are you doing..." I moaned.

"Don't worry, I lubed it up for you." Jimmy laughed. "I'm sure you'll recognize this. This is one of them discount cucumbers we just had in the other day."

"Oh nooo.. please, don't shove it up my butt..." I pleaded. Of course, that's exactly what they did. Jimmy worked the cucumber into my hole gently, slowly, and sensually, letting my ass stretch out slowly to accept more and more of the vegetable. I quickly stopped protesting and could only gasp, moan and sigh like a total slut as I felt the cucumber violate my insides. Once it was about halfway in, Jimmy began fucking me with it, slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace.

"You like this, you slut. Your cock is even harder than before." the man molesting my titties crooned. I emitted a bitchy moan in response.

After about five minutes of cucumber-fucking, I felt myself approaching orgasm despite nobody having touched my cock since the ass-play started. The combination of my titties being manhandled and the stiff vegetable having its way with my little boyhole was just too much.

"Oh fuuuck... I'm gonna cum..." I whined, feeling the cum rushing up from my nuts and into my shaft. After all this buildup, I knew it was gonna be a big one.

"Oh no you don't!" yelled Jimmy. He yanked the cucumber out of my ass, grabbed my nuts and squeezed them hard. "Aaaah!" I squealed, my orgasm stopped dead in its tracks, "what the fuck??!"

"We're gonna have to keep an eye on that, boy." said Jimmy sternly, "I don't want you blowing your top until I let you." I felt something get wrapped around the base of my nuts several times, probably a thick rubber band. Once Jimmy made sure my nuts were trussed up nice and tight, he gave them a few good smacks with his fingers. "There we go. No cumming for you until you get my say-so."

"Uuughh... you're so evil..." I moaned.

"That I am, boy. That I am." replied Jimmy. "Let's flip him around, Earl."

Both pairs of hands grabbed my body and flipped it over. I was back in my original position, my delicious ass sticking up into the air, thighs on either side of it in a twerking position, my back arched sensuously.

"Oh no... What are you doing..." I whined. As if in response, I felt a warm, thick rod stuff itself into my boyhole, and a pair of thighs smack against my cheeks.

"Aahhh!" I squealed, more in surprise than anything. The cock that had entered me wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, it was probably smaller than the cucumber that had just had its way with me. But regardless, I was now being fucked bareback by one of these two perverts.

"Let's go for a ride, horsey!" it was Jimmy's voice behind me. That perv was fucking me! He began thrusting hard, not even bothering to buy me dinner first. I emitted a bitchy yelp with every thrust. I felt his rough hands grab both of my asscheeks for leverage.

"God, you have an amazing ass! I swear it's as big as Nicki Minaj's!" Jimmy guffawed as he accelerated his pace, thrusting into me harder and faster. Holding on to one buttcheek, he proceeded to smack my other asscheek rudely. I felt it bounce in response. "Look at it jiggle! God, what a thing of beauty!" he marvelled, smacking my poor asscheek over and over.

"Ooohh.. fuck... be nice to me..." I moaned in response, feeling totally dominated.

"Oh I think I will, baby!" Jimmy yelled, and suddenly began thrusting at warp speed. I squealed as his cock hardened, his nuts tensed up, and he released a load of hot man-milk right into my ass. He pounded me hard and fast for another ten seconds, slapping my ass with both hands as he emptied the contents of his balls into my tight little hole.

"My turn, Jim." said Earl. I panted and tried to catch my breath as I felt myself getting flipped over once again. Two strong hands spread my thighs and then entered my ass missionary style. Before I knew it, I was being fucked again. Earl's hands released my thighs and began exploring my torso - tickling my abs, tweaking my nipples, molesting my sexy muscles in every way possible. I made sure to flex them as much as possible to put on a show for him.

"Oh fuck... I want more!" yelled Jimmy, and I felt his weight sit on my lower chest. His cock, still inexplicably hard, plopped down right between my pectorals. He grabbed both of my titties roughly, squeezing them together around his cock, and began thrusting.

"Nooo.. don't titty-fuck me..." I moaned helplessly. Earl continued pounding away at my ass, tickling my lower abs and bellybutton, while Jimmy fucked my titties, holding onto my nipples with his hands as leverage. After about ten minutes of fucking, the two pervs somehow managed to coordinate their cumshots, both blowing their loads at the same time. Jimmy spewed his cum all over my neck and upper pecs, while Earl pulled out and shot his wad all over my belly and abs.

They both got up, laughing, and I heard them high-five each other. "Fuck yeah, man!"

I was in a sex-crazed frenzy at this point. My mind was a blur. I had been used and abused in all sorts of delicious ways, and all I wanted at this point was to release my massive, pent-up load.

"Please, guys... I want to cum too..." I moaned softly, gyrating my cum-covered torso sensually.

"Oh look, Earl. Looks like he wants some attention. As if he hasn't had enough." said Jimmy. They both knelt down near me. I could feel their hot breath on my body.

"What do you say? Let's give him some?" responded Earl. I felt their hands close in on me, smearing their own cum all over my muscular body, coating it all over. After about five minutes of that, I felt tongues join the mix. The perverts were groping and molesting me all over, licking and kissing every inch of my luscious body. I felt my nipples being sucked, armpits getting licked. I felt a tongue diddling around in my bellybutton. I felt both tongues at once licking my rock-hard shaft. I felt a tongue diddle my asshole. This play session went on and on for what felt like hours. It got to the point where I was in a complete frenzy, moaning, almost half-screaming, begging for release in a hoarse voice.

"I think this guy wants to cum." laughed Jimmy. He paused for a second. "Oh look, it's right about time."

What time? I thought to myself. I felt the rubber band around my nuts get loosened and then removed. From there, I suddenly felt something get attached right under the head of my penis. I felt two of the same item get attached to my nipples. Finally, what felt like a small dildo got shoved up my ass.

"You wanted it, you're about to get it." said Earl, "We've got you hooked up to some remote-controlled vibrators here. We just gotta wait for the manager to show up, and then you're good to go."

"Ooohh! Fuuuck guys, please don't do this to me! I'll do anything!" I begged and pleaded. All I heard in response was laughter, then the sound of feet running off somewhere to a nearby aisle. I was left all alone, laying there, completely vulnerable and exposed, cock still rock-hard.

It took about ten minutes, but I heard keys near the front entrance, and then the door opened. The manager had arrived.

As if on cue, the vibrators attached to my nipples kicked into low gear. The sensation was absolutely amazing, and I couldn't help but moan in response.

"Um... what was that? Hello?" I heard the manager say. Footsteps approaching. Getting closer and closer to my aisle.

The vibrators on my nipples kicked into a higher gear. I moaned harder, and more high-pitched. I began thrusting my titties up and down, not because I wanted to get the vibrators off, but because I wanted more stimulation.

"Oh my god. What the fuck is this?" I heard the manager's voice. It sounded very close. He was clearly in my aisle now, and could see exactly what was happening.

"Oh sir... oh please..." I moaned sensually. The vibrator up my ass switched on, and I completely lost my train of thought. All I could do now was moan and gyrate, succumbing to the amazing feelings washing over me. "Oooooh.... oh fuck yeaaaah..." I moaned. If I was going to lose my job anyway, I might as well lose it in style.

"What the fuck. Johnny, is that you?" the voice was right over me now. God damn it, my own manager was standing right above me, admiring me in all my sensual glory.

All the vibrators suddenly kicked into high gear. I let out an unearthly squeal. My cock had been on edge for the last several hours, and it didn't take long at all for me to pass the point of no return. It felt like a dam had broken. My nuts tensed up and pressed tight against my shaft. I felt a river of cum leave my nuts and travel up my shaft. It seemed like time stood still for a brief moment, and then it happened.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I yelled, louder than I had yelled all night. The yell crescendoed into a girly squeal as my cum ejected, shooting straight up into the air. I couldn't see, but I imagined it probably hit the ceiling.

"Fuck! It's in my eyes!" I heard the manager gasp. I continued shooting, squealing and screaming like madman, my body bucking wildly. I felt my own hot cum splatter all over my torso. Some of it landed on my chin and near my mouth. Basically, it went everywhere (probably all over the nearby groceries, too). I must have gotten off about twenty good shots before I completely passed out from sexual exhaustion.

Naturally, I lost my job. The manager, naturally, took photos of my predicament, and ended up blackmailing me to give him a private 'show' every weekend in his office. I was happy to oblige.