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I had never really come to the gym to work out. In all honesty, I have been trying to get some more muscle mass, not that I'm out of shape, I'm just hoping to improve my physique. But that's not why I go to the gym. The real reason I do is because of the men.
It's not like I've never really been shy of my sexuality, I've been proudly gay for a few years now. I just find that the gym has the best stuff- something about beefy, sweaty men just makes me weak in the knees. So that's why I found myself out on a Saturday afternoon, "working out" at the gym, oblivious to what was about to come.
It was about 4:00, since I usually work out before having dinner. I checked in at the front desk, put my phone and other belongings away in the locker room, and then hopped onto a butterfly machine, pumping away. There wasn't really much activity in the gym, which I found surprising. Usually in the afternoon the gym is buzzing with activity. But then, just as I thought that, the door to the locker rooms opened up and in came 3 gorgeous men. And I mean gorgeous. All 3 of them were at least 6 feet tall, with at least 220 pounds of muscle and 15-20 inch biceps. They looked like they could be models. I was hypnotized looking at them, from their broad shoulders, huge biceps, gorgeous pecs... just thinking about them made me start to tent a hard on. The group scanned the gym and then started to march in my direction, which brought up my heart rate quicker than the damn exercise machines did. I quickly tried to fix my shorts while they came over and sat across from me on the pulldown machines, starting their own routine.
I started to slow down with my reps as I lost focus checked them out from head to toe instead. I was barely doing anything athletic anymore as I blatantly stared at them, drowning out their voices. From closer up, I could see their thick, bulging biceps, and their thighs that could crush watermelons. I continued staring, oblivious to the fact that they noticed and started to stare back at me, not with longing in their eyes, but disgust.
"Dude, are you staring at us? ...Hello? Hey!" The man in the middle, the more alpha-ish one, snapped his fingers in front of me, knocking me back into reality.
"Are you staring at us? My god, you even have a hard on! What are you, some kind of muscle-loving faggot?"
The moment he said that, I looked down and realized that trying to move around my shorts did nothing and I was, indeed, hard after looking at them. I instantly blushed and started to stutter in an attempt to make an excuse as to why I was obviously staring at the men in front of me without even working out. Stumbling over my words didn't help the situation at all, since all 3 men started to laugh in my face, only making me more embarrased. The laughing eventually faded, until the alpha, without breaking eye contact, pulled his muscle shirt over his head and flexed his biceps. I responded with nothing but a meep as I gawked at his huge physique. The alpha's friends started roaring with laughter at my helplessness and followed suit, pulling their shirts over their heads. Then, as if nothing ever happened, they went back to working out, while I tried not to stare at their sweaty chests.
I couldn't help but question everything that happened; why did I stumble on my words so much? Why did he call me a faggot? Why am I so aroused after he called me that?
Their conversations started to get more sexual the moment they started to work out again. "Hey, how did it go with your girlfriend last night? Did she finally put out?"
"Hell yeah man, listen. I took her to my room and she instantly dropped to her knees. Basically worshipped my dick the entire night."
"Ha, nice."
This wasn't making the situation any easier. I felt like the conversation was in an attempt to further humiliate me, like I was going to listen in and just get hard from listening to them. They were successful.
Once finished with working out, they got up and started to head to the locker rooms. Part of me wanted to stay back, but their muscles were hypnotizing me. I got up from my machine and started to follow them like I was leashed to their biceps, pulling me right into the locker room with them.
The guys sat down on a bench near my locker, obviously tired and sweating from doing so much work. Once I walked in, one man noticed me from the benches and bumped the alpha with his elbow. They both looked up at me and grinned as I walked over to my locker.
"See look guys, I told you. A regular dude would never follow us into the locker room," the alpha joked.
He got up off of the bench as I opened my locker, trying not to make more eye contact, and walked over to me until I could see the sweat dripping from his face. He looked me straight in the eye with a piercing gaze that could cut through glass.
The alpha spoke up first. "Tell me. Why did you follow us in here?"
"I-it must've been a coincidence," I stuttered.
"Oh really? Because I think it's not a coincidence." He began to pace around me, looking me up and down like I was his prey. "I think it's because you couldn't help but stare at us the moment we came into the gym, and your gay little ass wanted more than just a peek of the god before you. You're not gay, are you?"
"N-no, I'm not," I stammered, obviously lying.
The alpha snickered. "You're right on that. A gay person would have self decency. A gay guy wouldn't start stuttering like a fucking lawn mower when somebody flexed in front of them You're not gay." he leaned in so that he was right in front of my face. "You're a fucking faggot."
I didn't think I could get redder than I already was, but apparently that was wrong. My tongue was so tied up that I couldn't even speak a sentence, which just fed the cackling beast even more.
"What's wrong, can't even s-s-stutter anymore? I'm right, aren't I? I mean, look, you even have a fucking bottle of lube in your locker!" The other men started howling with laughter as I realized that I accidentally packed my lube instead of my shampoo today.
"It's obvious that you want to get down on your knees and worship us, since, well, look at us; we're alpha fucking gods compared to you. So how about you get right onto that fag?"
"Y-yes sir," I replied. It's obvious that they didn't expect me to say sir (neither did I), since that just made them laugh in my face even more.
"Wow, sir? You're even worse than I thought. On your fucking knees, faggot."
With that, he grabbed onto my shoulder and pushed me down onto my knees. I started to move my hands down to his shorts, only to feel a slap go across my face.
"Ah ah ah, not yet faggot. You're gonna earn your way towards that." He lifted up his foot and shoved it into my face, almost knocking me over. "How about you suck on this first?"
The smell of his sweat felt like a switch in my brain. I dove for his foot, lapping up his salty sweat. By now I didn't even care about what the other guys thought; I was so turned on by just his feet that every second just left me wanting more. I started to lick in between his toes, sucking on each one until they were all clean with my saliva.
As I finished licking his foot, I felt it push into my face, knocking me back. "Other one now."
I picked up his other foot and did the same thing as I turned onto my back and layed on the floor. I licked from his heel up to his toe, as he sat his foot on my head like I was a foot rest, pushing onto my head to make me feel powerless. Exactly where I belonged.
Once he found I was finally finished, he ordered me to stand up, and I followed the order instantly.
"Strip now, fag."
I quickly took off my shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks, dropping them down to the ground. I reached for my underwear but was suddenly stopped.
"God, you even wore a jockstrap today? It's like you want us to fuck your ass. You know what, keep that on. I don't want to see your stupid cock."
It would be obvious to any man coming in now that I was definitely the odd one out, since all 3 guys at least had on a pair of shorts, and I'm soon going to be down on my knees, worshipping a god among me with nothing but a jockstrap on.
The alpha lifted up his arm and pointed to his pit. "Get going on this now, and don't miss a single spot."
I dove for his pits and lapped up the sweat like it was the only water I've had in days. His pits were covered head to toe in sweat and I planned on getting all of it. When licking his pits, I suddenly felt my neck tighten and my lungs constrict as one of the guys came up behind me and put me into a headlock. I started to struggle to get it off of me while I licked at the alpha's pits.
The alpha chuckled at my powerlessness. "What's wrong, faggot? Can't breathe? Better keep going, cause you're not getting air until my pits come out spotless."
I started to slowly run out of oxygen as I desperately tried to lap up his pits. My cock was throbbing this entire time, and the thick bicep surrounding my neck just made me even more aroused. Once the alpha felt his pit was clean enough, he tapped the guy behind me and I finally felt the arm around my neck let go. I jumped back, gasping for breath, and went on to the next pit soon after without asking. They chuckled as the man strangling me went behind me yet again to put me in another headlock. Once I was finished his second pit, I was let go, and pushed back into a locker by the alpha while I gasped for breath.
"Thank you sir," I said between panting, regretting the words instantly.
"Thank you?" The alpha chuckled. "Thank you?? You just got down onto your knees, sucked the sweat off of my feet AND my pits, while you were being fucking choked, and now you're thanking me?"
"Yes, sir..." The men cackled in front of me while I remained hopeless. I glanced at his package and noticed it slowly start to rise in his shorts.
"Alright cocksucker, I guess it's time for what you've been waiting for. Back down on your knees," he commanded, grabbing his bulge.
I instantly dropped to my knees and crawled over to his shorts, pulling them down. The moment they fell to the ground, I witnessed before me a hard, cut, thick, 8-9 inch cock and started to feel myself salivate. I was in heaven. I moved over to get it in my mouth, but then felt a hand down on my head push me towards his testicles instead. "You're not going there yet, faggot. Balls first."
I lapped up his balls without complaining, playing with them one by one. I heard a moan come from the towering alpha above me as he was handed something by his friend, paying no attention to me as if I was a fuck toy. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, but shrugged it off while I bounced his balls in my mouth.
"Alright faggot, enough of that. Start sucking. No hands or teeth allowed, or I"ll beat your ass."
I moved up from his balls and slowly put the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting the precum on my tongue. I couldn't help but moan as the taste filled my mouth, which made the alpha laugh yet again.
"What, savouring the taste of my precum? Get down further, faggot, I don't have all day."
As he said that, I felt a hand on the top of my head shove me down all 9 inches of his cock as I gagged and choked on it. I tried to get up, but his grasp kept me down without struggle.
"What's wrong? Can't breathe with my cock down your throat? C'mon, it can't be that bad."
He chuckled as he pressed harder down on my head, burying me in his pubes. I started to feel light headed when he finally grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off of him.
"Thank you, sir..." I panted, gasping for air.
"God faggot, did you forget to breathe or something? Oh wait, you couldn't!" More laughing ensued as he stood up and pointed at his cock. "Get back down there. Now."
By the tone of his voice, I probably didn't have a choice in the manner, so I sat up and took him into my mouth, sucking on him slowly. Some past experience helped me fit him in my mouth, but trying to deepthroat him without hitting his dick with my teeth wasn't that easy. I tried to take it one step at a time, trying not to choke myself.
Apparently, that wasn't enough. "God, could this be any slower? Not only are you a faggot, you're a fucking pathetic one at best."
He slammed his hips into my face, slamming my head into a locker and shoving his cock far down my throat. This shocked me, but luckily he pulled back, bringing air to my lungs- only to thrust back downwards right after. It took only 3 pumps in and out of my mouth to make me realize that I wasn't sucking him off- I was just being used like a toy. His toy.
As I was being facefucked, I suddenly heard a quiet ding come from above me. I attempted to look up and saw him pointing a phone- MY PHONE- down at me. I guess my shocked expression wasn't very hidden, as he laughed at me. some more.
"What's wrong bitch, don't want to be caught on your camera sucking me off? Your fault for keeping your damn phone unlocked."
I decided not to fight against it, as at least it was my phone and not his, and trying to resist would just have bad consequences.
Until I hear the door to the gym open.
"Woah, what the fuck?" Shit shit shit.
"Warren? Is that you?" SHIT SHIT SHIT.
From the masculine tone of his voice alone, I already knew who was coming in. In front of me was my coworker Gabriel looking at me, down on my knees, sucking off the alpha in front of me and I could see him asking questions in his head. I tried to pull my head away from the alpha, but instead I was pushed right back on while he talked instead.
"You know this faggot?"
"Yeah, I work with him. I didn't think I would find him sucking cock in a gym though."
"Found the fucker staring at my muscles. He followed us into the change room and dropped onto his knees. I made him worship my feet and pits before he was allowed to even see my cock, you should've seen it." This can't be happening.
I've worked with Gabriel for about 4 years now, and I've gone out for drinks with him once or twice. I'm pretty sure he's straight, but he would definitely be my type if he wasn't. Latin american, buff like the others, short-medium hair that goes down into a light stubble, and a friendly, yet slightly dominant personality that makes him take charge where he goes. I don't think I've ever mentioned anything about being gay to him, but I guess that's completely out of the water now. If word (Or, even worse, film) of this ever came out at work, I would be out of there in an instant. So, in other words... I'm fucked.
"God, you actually did all of that?" He said. The alpha pulled me off of his dick so I could speak. I took a glance around and realized the alpha's entourage decided to leave.
"Yes..." I panted.
Trying to fight it would be useless. The alpha has videos that he could show him before I even said no. Regardless of my answer, I recieved yet another slap from the alpha.
"How do you address your superiors, faggot?"
"Yes sir, I cleaned his feet and armpits before he would let me suck his cock..."
Gabriel laughed at me. "God, I never even thought you were that kind of guy. Hell, I should get in on this."
The alpha chuckled. "Alright, but you gotta let me finish with him first."
With that, he slammed his cock back down my throat and continued face fucking me. I mean, I didn't really have a choice in the manner, but I'm sure I'll be fine afterwards. I could probably deny anything if Gabriel ever brought it up at work, since he would need proof of it actually happening, so I'm safe for now.
The alpha kept on slamming his cock into my face, slapping his dangling balls against my chin with every thrust. Slowly, I felt his shaft slowly swell up, with his dirty talking coming more frequently.
"Yeah, take my cock you fucking faggot, fucking gag on it. You wanna fucking have my cum down your throat? Get ready, cause it's fucking coming. Take it all, fucking cocksucker. Fucking faggot piece of shit. Fuck, fuuck, fUUUCK!"
I was worried that his moaning would draw even more attention to the locker rooms, but it was short lived as his cock started to pulse and he slammed his hips into my face, sending thick ropes of cum down my throat. Trying to swallow it all was a challenge, it was like the guy hadn't cum in weeks. I tried swallowing the cum with every shot that went into my mouth, but with his dick so far down my throat it was hard to even swallow in the first place.
Once he was finally done, he pulled off of me and looked me in the eye.
"What do you say, faggot?"
"Thank you sir," I replied.
Not enough. "Thank you for what, you fucking shit?" I swear I could see his arm draw back like he was going to punch me for disrespecting him. Somehow his reigning power over me just turned me on even more.
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum sir." I said as I hear Gabriel chuckling in the distance.
The alpha picked me up by the neck with one hand and looked me straight in the eye.
"Me and your little friend over there? We fucking own you now." He slapped me hard in the face, sending me back on the ground and walked over to Gabriel, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he headed for the showers. "He's all yours now."
Gabriel looked me in the eye and took off his shirt. He flexed his biceps with a look of disgust and humility on his face.
"You like what you see, faggot?"
"Yes sir."
"You know, I did get to hear about what you did to suck his cock, but I never actually got to see it. Since I'm not sweating though, I guess some things can be ruled out, so how about this?" He moved closer to me and pointed to his crotch, still covered by his shorts. "Beg for it."
I've already humiliated myself in front of him, so there's no point in stopping now, especially since he looks like he could lift me in the air with one arm. I got up onto my knees and started to beg.
"Please sir, let me suck your cock. You can do anything you want with me, and you can cum down my throat or even on my face. It would mean the world to me if you let me suck your cock."
He looked at me and smirked. "It's pretty funny. We're both on the same level at work, but right now, you're so far below me."
He dropped down his shorts and in front of me was at least 10 inches of thick, cut, beautiful cock. Even though I could probably suffocate on it, I couldn't resist. I jumped onto it, taking as much as possible in my mouth, while he stared down at me, arms folded.
"I think that guy's right, this is mediocre, coming from a fucking cocksucker. Guess I have to take charge."
With that, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his hips into my face, brutally face fucking me. I could barely breathe, and he would barely let me up for air for that long before going back to choking me with his dick.
"You like choking on my dick, fag?"
I attempted to say yes, which only came out as a mumble with his dick down my throat.
"Hey, have some decency! Hasn't anybody told you not to talk with your mouthful?"
He laughed at me as I helplessly choked on his cock. As humiliating as it was, sucking on my coworker's cock while he laughed at me, I couldn't help but feel mine throbbing in my jockstrap. He rapidly kept on with thrusting into my face, until I felt him start to slowly swell up.
"You wanna taste my cum fag? You want me to shove my dick in your mouth and cum town your throat?" I nodded gleefully as I continued sucking. "Get ready, cause it's fucking coming. Take my fucking cum, faggot!"
With that, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and blasted cum all over my face, some landing in my hair and mouth. He grinned as he looked at me.
"Whoops. Guess I missed."
I looked over and saw the alpha with my phone, filming me yet again.
"What do you say, faggot?"
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, and for cumming on my face, sir."
"Look at that, you're learning! You look pretty dirty cocksucker, do you want to shower?"
"Yes sir," I said, questioning why he's asking me this. I didn't think he would even want me to shower after this, because having cum on my face in public would be humiliating. Once I accepted, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the shower area as I crawled behind.
"Here you go, fag."
As he said that, he pointed his dick at me and started to piss on me, still on my knees. A drop landed in my mouth and I winced at the acrid taste. I couldn't help but spit it out.
"MOUTH OPEN NOW, FAGGOT," the alpha shouted.
I wanted to resist, but decided against it and opened my mouth as he pissed all over me, some hitting my tongue. It took all of my inner strength not to spit it out. Once he was almost done, he came up closer to me and sprayed the last bit of piss into my mouth, shaking it off into my face.
"Swallow, now."
I reluctantly agreed, gulping down the bitter liquid.
"You're fucking lucky that I don't punch you in the face just for the stunt you pulled there, you stupid faggot. Remember this right now: You only exist to serve real men." He sent a slap across my face, almost knocking me over yet again. As he turned to leave, I heard one last thing out of his mouth.
"Don't take another shower, or your friend here will beat your ass." he said, getting dressed and leaving. Gabriel looked at me and smirked.
"See you at work, fag," he said, packing up and leaving as well.
As I stayed there on my knees, I couldn't help but feel completely powerless against them. I got up and looked at my phone, but when I went to look at photos, there was nothing there. Did the alpha fake filming me? I shrugged, dried myself off, and got dressed.
Driving home, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I was humiliated throughout the entire thing, but I was fighting the urge to cum throughout the entire thing. Was I really as pathetic as they said I was?
Once I got home, I suddenly got a text on my phone, from a contact named "Your superior god". I didn't remember making that contact. Upon opening it, I saw all of the videos that the alpha took of me sucking him off! I panicked, wondering how the hell he got them, and then read the message below:
"Had a chat with your little friend on the way out of the gym. Gave him my phone number and sent him these. Don't want to get fired from your job? Better keep doing as we say, faggot. PS. I found your address in your phone. Better be alone when Gabriel and I come over tomorrow."
Right after, I got a text from Gabriel, with the same videos attached, as well as a winky face.
I'm dead meat. Not only do they both have videos of me sucking off somebody who I don't even know the name of, but I'm also being blackmailed. If word of this got out, I would not only be fired, but it would destroy my relationship with anybody at that job. I wished that the videos would be deleted and I wouldn't have to worry about the situation. But I then suddenly found myself clicking the videos, watching them in bed, while I stroked my dick. When I came all over myself, all that was in my head was the alpha, saying what he had said to me before he left.
"You only exist to serve real men."
I went to sleep that night thinking about what was going to happen the next day.
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