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Guys in this chapter:
Josh: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110523191099
Kenji: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/161416860020
Joaquin: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/148718534306
Jimmy: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/134172389653
Dominic: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/158426803475/theonlyp10-my-dream-man-rogan-richards
Enzo: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/164079744808/nicephysiques-ko-chandetka-kochandetka
Stan: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/112372007017
Malik: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/151638741366
Previously:
Not even one year had passed since joining Gym Gymnos, but I was already marveling at the changes to both my body and confidence. Physically, I had more energy, the fat padding on my belly had melted away, and even my cock appeared bigger. I wasn't a ripped Adonis, but I didn't want to be. I didn't have a sixpack or a V, but what I did have was the ability to lift more than any guy who was working out for vanity's sake.
But honestly, the biggest changes I noticed were the mental ones. I was more confident, and I don't think that actually had all too much to do with my bigger body. Just feeling like I was in control of my life was enough to pull me out of the year long slump I had been moping in. I was walking taller, making more eye contact, doubting myself less. Other people even pointed out not only that I was acting more confident, but also that I just seemed nicer overall.
I'm guessing the main contributor to that was my change in sex life. Karim jump-started it, with his locker room fuck sessions, which became less frequent as time went on, since I needed less one-on-one training, but remained just as intense. Louis was one of my go-to bottoms for when I wanted to drop a load, though after a couple close calls on the pool deck, we decided to exclusively fuck at my house.
Max was probably the biggest contributor to the emotional changes in my life. Even though we only dated briefly, it reinvigorated that side of me, healing a lot of the baggage Jared had left me with. With Max, I was not just allowed, but encouraged to have other gay friends. We worked out together and flip fucked afterwards, both things that never happened in my previous relationship. And most importantly, when it ended, it was on good terms, discussed by mature adults, and we still saw eachother as friends afterwards.
Ever since I started working out at Gym Gymnos, life was looking up.
May
Karim could barely contain a grin as he approached me after my Thursday workout. "Hey Joshua!" he said, clapping me on my very sweaty shoulder as I stood up from the bench to greet him. He grabbed me by the arms, giving my body a once over, before pulling me into a hug. I was a bit surprised to be receiving this affection outside of the locker room showers, but I firmly hugged his body to mine in return. "Damn Josh, you've become a great hugger. And I can really see the progress on you!"
"Thanks, Karim. I couldn't have done it without you," I replied as I toweled off my area, starting my stroll back to the lockers.
"The change you see is your hard work paying off. And I'm not the only one to notice," Karim said, following me. "You've drawn the attention of a few Elite members of the gym. Including my boss, I'm proud to say. They've requested your presence in the private upstairs area."
I laughed a bit, before seeing just how serious Karim looked. "This sounds kinda culty, but I'm down. I always figured they just had more expensive equipment up there or some shit. Like it was just a place you could train privately if you paid more."
"You're not completely wrong," Karim replied as we entered the locker room. "There is some pretty nice equipment up there, but no Elite pays any more than anyone else. They were chosen by my boss for their adherence to the principles of Gym Gymnos, and then in turn they will pass on those principles to others. A lot of the Elite teach classes here or provide guidance to newbies struggling on the gym floor." After storing my effects in my locker, Karim led me to the secluded showers. "But if you thought it seemed cultish before... well, they have a few requirements you need to pass before you meet them."
"If they're going to make a blood sacrifice, tell them I'm B negative," I said, turning the shower on and stepping under the water.
Karim managed a tight grin, and then held up a couple items I had only seen under my old ex's sink. "Before you meet them, you must be cleansed, inside and out. I'm supposed to assist you in douching, before taking you to the sauna to sweat out all your impurities."
I stared at Karim for a second. "There's no way you're serious..."
In short, he was. The douching process was new to me, and definitely not a comfortable one. The lube I used was usually pretty good at keeping things clean (or at least stopping shit from sticking), and even occasional messes were better than the discomfort in my lower bowels. I pestered Karim as he walked me through the process, trying to find out more information about what was about to happen, about why they wanted me douched, but Karim wouldn't answer. He swore that most of what happened up there was kept secret, even from the most senior trainers, but even the stuff he did know he wouldn't tell me.
"Just relax," he repeated for the third time as he led me to the steam room. "I can promise no one is going to hurt you. This is a gym, not a cult."
Karim wouldn't let me talk anymore as we sat down together in the sauna, insisting that I attempt to meditate and focus myself. I was finding it hard to focus on anything in the humid heat, but at the very least I was able to take his advice to relax. I felt myself drifting off, and I had no idea how much time had passed before Karim was gently shaking my shoulder.
"Time to go, Joshua."
Karim helped me put on a fresh, white robe, insisting that I leave my sweat-caked tank top and gym shorts behind, before leading me to in front of the glass doors marked with a single Greek word: γÏ...μνός. Standing in front of them was a shorter man, densely packed with muscles, his deep brows furrowed under a buzzed haircut. "I'll take him from here, Karim," he said.
The man, who was dressed similarly to me, waved his hand in front of a metal panel and the doors unlocked with a click. He held them open for me, revealing a wide, carpeted staircase leading upwards. I turned back towards Karim before ascending, flashing him a double thumbs up and a nervous grin.
At the top of the stairs was a marble tiled hallway that curved in a U to the left and right. Before I could ask which way to turn, my guide gestured to the double doors directly in front of me. Taking a deep breath and throwing my shoulders back, I strode confidently to the doors, grabbing each handle and pulling them open.
I'm not exactly sure what I expected to find, though my predictions were more along the lines of a darkened room filled with candles and hooded figures. Instead, a group of about a dozen naked, muscular men were sprawled out on yoga mats positioned in a circle, chatting amongst themselves as they performed a variety of stretches.
My guide gently nudged me into the room, hanging his robe on a hook by the door and helping do the same for mine.
"Welcome, Joshua!" said a voice. The man who had spoken stood up from his stretching and strode across the circle of mats to shake my hand. "I'm glad we could finally meet in person. Please, join us in our stretching." He gestured to a yoga mat and returned to his own, which was directly across from mine.
"My name is Kenji," he said. "I'm the founder of Gym Gymnos. I created this place as a haven for men to tone their bodies into powerful machines, and to encourage one another in doing so. The group you see around you are the Elite I have chosen. They embody the spirit of Gym Gymnos. I believe that you too, Joshua, embody the ideals of this institution."
"Thank you, sir, Kenji," I said, perhaps a little bit awkwardly. Kenji smiled.
"Just Kenji is fine. After you have been inducted, there will be no need for honorifics amongst one another. Unless, of course, your Erastes wishes to be called sir. But for now, you may call us by our names. And to do that, you must first know our names. You know mine. I am Kenji, the big boss of this gym. Enzo, would you like to go next?"
The man to Kenji's left glanced up from bowing his head in a butterfly stretch (which was no easy feat, considering his size), and made eye contact with me. His gaze was intense, and I would have been intimidated if I hadn't heard the friendliness in his voice.
"I'm Enzo," the hulking brute of tanned muscle said. "I work as a lifeguard along the shore. I've been coming to Gym Gymnos ever since it opened."
The man next to him went next. "My name is Stan, short for Stanley," he said. He had a cheerful face under a thick beard, and he smiled broadly at me while he spoke. "I'm a real estate agent and father of two."
The men continued introducing themselves in a circle until it reached me. "I'm Josh," I said, more confidently than before. "I work for a non-profit trying to reduce the homeless population, and I'm looking forward to improving myself with all of you." My response got nods and smiles from many of the other men. Despite their imposing physiques and cult-like yoga studio, they seemed to be a welcoming group.
The man who had greeted me at the door was to my left. "I'm Joaquin. Now that you're here, I'm not the baby of the group anymore. Enzo was my old Erastes."
"And what do you do?" prompted Kenji.
"Oh, right. I'm an ex-marine, in college now. Goal is to do biochem research."
"Can I ask a question," I interrupted, "but what is an ear-ass-tease?"
Kenji smiled. "You'll find out soon enough, Joshua. To put it short, your Erastes will be your mentor, modeled after the Greek relations of old. He will ensure that you are prepared to live by the tenants of Gym Gymnos."
The answer satisfied me for as long as it took for everyone to finish introducing themselves. I would place the average age of the room to be somewhere in the mid-30s, but considering how in-shape everyone was, it was hard to estimate. When it got back around to Kenji, he waved a hand and the lights dimmed. A low, sonorous melody began playing in the background.
"Is this the induction?" I whispered to Joaquin.
"No, this is yoga," he whispered back.
Feeling a bit stupid, I did my best to mimic the poses that the other men were doing. I marveled at how flexible these musclebound titans were; there was no way a behemoth like Enzo could touch his toes, but here he was fully touching his nose to his knees. I half-wondered how many of these men were flexible enough to suck their own cocks.
While we yoga-ed, Kenji began speaking. "All of us have gathered here today to induct a new member into the Elite circle of Gym Gymnos. We have seen him living by the tenants of Gym Gymnos in his daily life. We see the potential in him to be even more than who he is now. Men, join in with me in speaking the tenants, so that Joshua can know the rules to live by if he chooses to accept." Everyone spoke in one, deep, reverberating voice: "Bare your soul naked to the world. Strive to improve yourself. Be the best person you can be." All in all, not a bad set of rules for a cult, I had to admit.
Kenji continued alone now. "Joshua, do you swear to live by these tenants in your life both here and outside?"
"I do," I said, hoping they weren't asking for anything more.
"The Elite of Gym Gymnos receive special privileges. While you will still pay a membership here, you will also be granted use of the Elite upstairs facilities. You will be tested for STIs and drugs regularly, and Gym Gymnos will pay for either Prep or HIV treatment, as necessary. You will be given a bracelet with which you can access these amenities. You are expected to keep your privileges under wraps, and speak only of them to other Elite. Do you promise to use these facilities responsibly, and also keep the secret of the Gym Gymnos Elite?"
"I do."
"Finally, the induction process involves an Erastes being bonded with you. You will not choose your Erastes, and neither will your Erastes choose you. Instead, we will all partake in a ceremony where yours and your Erastes' bodies will choose one another, based on mutual compatibility, in its most primal and true form. You will receive each of us in turn, until one of us brings you the pleasure found only in orgasm. You will not be allowed to touch yourself during this ceremony, and neither will any man touch your penis. The true bond between Erastes and student is purest when it springs forth from one carnal action. Joshua, do you consent?"
"Uh," I said, my mind trying to work out exactly what was about to happen. Joaquin leaned over and whispered:
"We all gang bang you, and whoever makes you cum is your mentor."
"Oh, hell yes I do," I said out loud.
Despite the dimmed lights, I could feel Kenji's grin. "Then let the ceremony begin."
Admittedly, this wasn't how I thought my first orgy could start. To be fair, I never really thought much about having an orgy in the first place, but here I was as the centerpiece of one. As Joaquin helped me up, two of the other men wheeled out a simple massage table. Kenji gestured me onto it, and I sat, a little dumbly, the upholstery cool against my bare ass. Kenji lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Looking up at me with a collected expression, he began fondling my balls with one hand, the other spreading my thighs as his mouth descended to my soft cock.
He began nursing it in his mouth, surprising me. I thought this gangbang would just be everyone running a train on me, I didn't expect anyone to pay attention to my cock. But Kenji seemed enthusiastic as he blew me, determined to get me nice and hard. His mouth was certainly talented, his tongue swirling around my shaft as he bobbed up and down. So distracting were the waves of pleasure coming from my front, I didn't even notice Kenji's intrusion at my back.
His fingers must've been lubed, because the first one slid in with no resistance, and the second one followed with no extra ado. A year ago I would've been struggling to take the first comfortably, but months upon months of getting fucked by Karim's thick meat (as well as growing accustomed to James' more brutal, spontaneous fucks) trained my hole nicely.
I was lost in the pleasure that Kenji was providing me. My mind was torn between the feelings coming from both erogenous zones. Kenji's fingers were magnetically attracted to my prostate, and his tongue knew every piece of my cock to tickle. I kept on being overwhelmed by one to suddenly be distracted by the other, locking me in a pendulous rapture of bliss. So overwhelmed was I, that I barely remembered that there were other men surrounding me in a shoulder-to-shoulder circle. My focus only fell on them after a particularly loud moan from one.
I looked up to see the other gym elite stroking eachother, some turning their heads to make out while others had their hands groping their neighbors up and down. A few hands were helping out the cock of the guy next to them, and I even caught a guy begin fingering another one.
I locked guys with Joaquin, who just so happened to be the guy getting fingered, and he winked at me. Both of his hands were busy with the cocks of the guys next to him, and the man that wasn't fingering him had his mouth locked on one of Joaquin's nipples.
Sensing I was distracted, Kenji redoubled his efforts, making me arch my back with pleasure before suddenly going limp. I nearly fell off the table, but was fortunately caught by one of the men behind me, a cute, lean-cut stud that I recall being named Jimmy. He grinned down at me as he cradled my head in his hands, before slowly lowering me until I was at crotch height. His cock wasn't too long, it was pretty thin, but damn did it smell nice. I needed to get that inside me as fast as I could.
My abs were getting quite a workout to maintain my horizontal position. But I had to do it in order to stay level with Jimmy's cock. He teased me a little bit, the head already leaking precum that he smeared around my lips. At this moment, I realized that Kenji had stopped sucking me, purely focusing on fingering my ass, but I didn't really care.
Jimmy let the head of his cock pop into my mouth, and I tried swallowing more down but he withdrew it, a smile in his eyes. One of his hands trailed down my solid abdomen, the light touch tickling and causing me to shake, before resting on my nipple. He tweaked it as he began slowly inching his cock into my hungry mouth. Pretty soon my nose was bumping into his balls, which smelled like a couple day's hard workout.
As Jimmy began slow, patient thrusts into my mouth, Kenji had moved to begin rimming my ass. His was the most talented tongue that ever got in there (sorry Karim), and I swore I almost came on the spot. I wondered if that meant Kenji would've become my Erastes, or if someone would just have to make me cum a second time. The rimming didn't last too long, and from his technique it seemed to be more about loosening up and lubing my ass than about hitting anything inside me.
I was glad for the extra lube though as Kenji stood up. Jimmy withdrew his cock from my throat, and I started falling again, my abs burning with the effort of keeping me up. A strong hand, Kenji's, clasped the back of my neck, pulling me more or less upright. He touched our foreheads together, and I realized how sweaty we were both getting from the heat of so many men's bodies clustered together.
Kenji looked me in the eyes as I felt his cock head breach my hole. I gasped at the intrusion, but my ass was plenty prepared for this fuck, and was practically begging for it. He didn't hesitate as he glided in, confident that I would have no problem with being fucked. I made eye contact with Joaquin, who looked a bit jealous, though of me or of Kenji I couldn't tell. But my gaze was ripped away as my back arced involuntarily. Kenji had just slid past my prostate.
Kenji was a skilled top, even better than Karim, and I could tell he was fucking more for my pleasure than his own. I wondered if he was going to claim me right then and there, and even though I had yet to touch my cock, the feel of his thrusting in and out of my body already had me rock hard and on edge. A rivulet was starting to slither down my shaft, and if I didn't have both of my hands grasping at Kenji's sweaty neck and back, the temptation would've been too great to touch myself.
"You like that, boy?" Kenji murmured in my ear after I let out a particularly high pitched moan. I have no idea what I said in response, being too overcome with pleasure to make a coherent response. He chuckled at the noise I made and began increasing the speed of his thrusts. "I love fucking a muscle bottom like you. Love how I made you this way, Josh. I turned you into this muscle stud, like I did to all the men here. They've all been fucked by this cock, Josh. Each powerful, muscular man in this room has been turned into a little slutty bottom for this cock. What do you think about that?" he whispered in my ear.
I babbled something unintelligible in response. "That's what I thought, boy. You're in good company here. None of these men can think straight when they have this cock inside them." His thrusts were slower now, but much more deliberate. Each one pulled almost all the way out, then forcefully slammed 100% in, making me grunt and making my cock twitch.
"You see Enzo right there? Big stud like that? He's won two body building competitions, and has only had one cock inside him ever. Mine. Loves to top, but I can still bring him to a handless orgasm." As he mentioned it, I felt like I was getting closer to mine. "And Joaquin right there? Fucked half the guys in his unit. Was known as the pussy hound, though he's never fucked a woman. I had him mewling like a pussy when he was riding my cock. Now I hear he's starting to let other men fuck him too, starting with all the marines he turned into bottoms."
I was barely comprehending what Kenji was saying, so close was I to orgasm. I wondered if any orgies had ever ended this quickly. Considering how Kenji was hitting my prostate on every third stroke, skillfully letting the pleasure fade enough so that every time he hit it, it felt like I was getting touched there for the first time, I would be surprised that any man could get a chance to go after him.
My whining reached a fever pitch, my brow furrowed as I could feel an orgasm brewing, even though my cock remained untouched. Kenji saw it in my eyes and began really letting loose, slam fucking me so hard that my sweaty ass would have slipped off the massage table if he weren't holding me.
The stroke that sent me over the edge was one that started with him fully pulled out of me and ended with his balls slapping my ass cheeks, making sure to hit my prostate somewhere in the middle. I gasped, my eyes widening, and my cock twitched. But before I could start to blow, one of Kenji's fingers had found itself pressed against my taint. The jab hurt, though not in a non-sexual way, and despite the fact that my cock was twitching, nothing was coming out. It felt like I was trapped in a half-orgasm, and my balls ached sympathetically when it finished.
"Sorry, Josh," Kenji whispered in my ear, his voice getting ragged as he neared his own orgasm. "I'm too busy to take on a boy right now. But it's nice to know that I still got it." He grunted, his muscles tensing up, and I could feel an extra warmth inside me as he sprayed my guts with his cum, marking his territory. He pulled out with a smile but not a word, and I heard a splat as a drop of his cum slipped from my ass and fell to the floor. I did my best to squeeze my ass shut to keep the rest in, but it was no easy task after the pounding he had just given me.
The other men cheered at the first breeding of the night. A couple clapped Kenji on the back, and Enzo pushed Joaquin towards me. "You've come far, my student," he said. "I remember when it was you getting fucked like that, and I'm proud that it's your turn now. See if you can make him feel the way I made you feel."
Joaquin pulled me off the table, manhandling me despite the inches of height I had on him. He flipped me around, so that I was bracing myself on the massage table I had just been fucked by. It was still damp with my sweat. Joaquin kicked my legs apart, and I was glad that the yoga lesson had loosened me up.
Joaquin's cock found my hole fast and pushed in with such force that I had to push back in order to stay upright. "Yeah, boy, you like that don't you?" Joaquin hissed, grabbing my neck to pull my ear closer to his mouth as his cock bottomed out inside me. "Little bitch for cock, huh?"
"Just like you?" I gasped out, eliciting some oohs and chuckles from the other men. There was a pause from Joaquin, before he leaned forward, biting my ear and whispering in it:
"You earned this, bitch." Without any further ado, he began fucking me, HARD. He went from 0 to 60 in a split second, and I hope he treated less experienced bottoms with more respect. Of course, I had already been fucked, so his jackhammering wasn't nearly as painful as it could've been.
He kept up a constant string of profanities as he fucked me, calling me his bitch, his slut, his whore, as well as some words in Spanish that I didn't recognize, but can only assume meant the same things. He kept one hand firmly placed around my neck and the other pushing into my lower back, forcing me to arch my back and press my ass into his rough fuck.
If Joaquin hadn't acted so nice to me before hand, I woulda sworn he hated me by the ferocity of his fucking. He slammed not just his cock into me, but his sturdy body against me, forcing me to bend down even more to support myself with my elbows as well. This may have been his intention, as doing so just meant my ass cheeks were even more at his cock level, giving him a better angle to dominate me.
Joaquin said something in Spanish that another man laughed at, responding with something that I didn't understand, but made Joaquin growl and double down on fucking me. My hole's lips must've lost all grip at this point, since his cock was ramming in and out with no resistance. Kenji's cum was undoubtedly helping with that too.
My cock was unattended and still rock hard, though I would attribute that more to Kenji's long lasting pleasure than what Joaquin was doing to my ass. As brutal as he was being, I found myself enjoying it in a masochistic way, though I think if we were to ever fuck again I'd need to have a hand on my cock to love it.
Joaquin started slapping my ass, and I heard another man exclaim at how it jiggled. Each spank was harder than the one before, and I could feel my hole start to tense up, both from the pain and the anticipation. Joaquin was working himself into a frenzy, sweat from his body splattering my back as his cock pulverized my hole. Each slap tightened my hole, squeezing his cock and getting him even closer, though I certainly wasn't close at all anymore. Somehow, I didn't think Joaquin wanted to have a student yet. He was just here to prove that he wasn't a total bottom anymore.
He roared as he came, and I felt his load join Kenji's in my sloppy hole. I collapsed against the massage table, my chest sweat mixing with the back sweat that already coated it, exhausted from such a vicious fuck. I panted there, my arms hanging down limply, my legs loose, as Joaquin slowly pulled his now-limp cock out of my gaping hole. He ruffled my hair a little bit and walked around to in front of me. Crouching down to my head height, he gave me a little kiss on the lips and a wink, before falling back on his haunches. "I wanna see your face as you get fucked now."
I smiled weakly, and didn't even turn around when I felt another man push into me. I was too tired from the two fucks before and needed to recharge a little bit. The mystery man was gentle, probably going easy on me after seeing what Joaquin did to me, which I appreciated. He was a master at hitting all the right places, and I made sure to moan loudly whenever he did something right, both as positive reinforcement and to put on a show for Joaquin.
After a few minutes I felt the man tense up, and a few moments later felt the warmth that I had learned meant he too was dumping his load in me. I didn't even get a chance to see his face before another man was pushing at my back door.
This one was having a fair bit of trouble though. He felt pretty long, but didn't see to be totally hard. He kept on trying to feed his cock in, but it would give way as he pushed. I doubt it was a problem on my end, since I'm pretty sure a freight train could've easily slid into my hole at this point. After a couple attempts, he pulled me upright, leading me by my hand to the end of the table and instructing me to lie back on it, as if I were actually using it for its intended purpose.
From the earlier introductions, I recognized this man as Jimmy. Jimmy was tall and sculpted, each muscle clearly defined. Unlike many of the men, he was shaved smooth from the scalp down, and he reminded my of a Greek statue. However, the similarities ended at his cock, which was indeed quite long, though still a bit floppy.
"Need any help there Jimmy?" asked a beast of a man, a light layer of fur covering his abs and pecs, each of which bore a pierced nipple.
"If you'd be so kind, Dominic," Jimmy replied. "You know how much I prefer to bottom. But damn if I don't want a chance mentoring this stud."
Dominic chuckled. "I know what you mean. The way he was taking Joaquin's cock... I bet I could fuck him rough for hours and he wouldn't complain." As he talked, Dominic came up behind Jimmy, holding him by the shoulder as he placed his cock between his cheeks.
"Oh I wasn't thinking about that," Jimmy said, suddenly letting out a little moan as Dominic penetrated him. "I was eyeing that cock. Looks fuckin' tasty." Dominic shuffled forward, pushing Jimmy between my legs. Now that Dom was inside him, Jimmy was rock hard. His cock, long and slender, sank into my gaping hole. By the time he was balls deep, my cock was fully erect again and dripping precum onto my abs. I almost begged out loud to be fucked.
Despite it being Jimmy's cock inside me, it was Dominic who was fucking me. Jimmy's face was scrunched up tight as he moaned from the pleasure at both ends, and I'm sure my expression mirrored his. Dominic's powerful thrusts traveled through Jimmy into me, scooting me further back on the table until another man stepped in to hold me in place. I grabbed his cock in thanks, jerking him off at the same pace I was being fucked.
Jimmy's hands were rubbing up and down his own abs as he fucked me, occasionally stopping at his nipples to give them a twist, before continuing to feel up his exquisite body. I had the feeling that Jimmy was a man who worked out for vanity, though I had no problem with that. His body was like a model of human anatomy, and watching it writhe above me as it provided pleasure to two people was delightful. I didn't think Jimmy would be the one to make me cum, but I definitely knew that I would want to see this view again (though perhaps with him riding me instead).
Jimmy's cock, being on the slender side, gave my poor hole a chance to tighten up again, seeing as he didn't stretch me to new levels like Kenji and Joaquin did. But on occasional strokes, ones where Dominic animalistically thrust into Jimmy, his cock reached deeper in me than any man before. At first these strokes were uncomfortable, but the more they happened the more I got into it. I was always forewarned before a deep one was coming by two noises: a vicious growl from Dominic and a whining moan from Jimmy. I completed the chorus with my own groan of pleasure, though mine was a good octave below Jimmy's.
Glancing past Jimmy's perfectly sculpted form, I could get glimpses of Dominic. His concentration was fierce as he railed on Jimmy, his hands never wandering from their deathgrip on Jimmy's hips. His eyes bore holes in the back of Jimmy's skull, and his mouth turned up into a sneer as he got closer to cumming. A voice in me whispered that Jimmy shouldn't be the one to take a load meant for me, and I knew I had to get Jimmy off before Dominic could cum.
I had noticed that Jimmy only played with his nipples for brief periods before returning to admire the rest of his body with his hands. Next time he withdrew his hands from his pecs, I did a curl up, working my already sore pecs to bring myself close enough to his pectorals that I could latch onto one of his nipples with my mouth.
I bit down, and the second I did I could feel Jimmy's long dong start to pulse inside me. Dominic must've felt Jimmy's hole clamp down on him, because he gave one big thrust forward so Jimmy was balls deep inside me. His cum found virgin territory inside my body, and I knew that no other guy there would be using any of his cum as lube, since no other cock would be that far inside me. Thinking about it actually made my own cock pulse sympathetically, but I'm not quite so much of a bottom for that thought to push me over the edge.
Jimmy's body collapsed on top of mine, pushing me to lie flat against the table once more. His rock hard muscles were almost uncomfortable on top of me, though his softening cock left a pleasant sensation as it flopped out of my ass. He moaned as the head of his cock slipped out, and lazily slipped off my body to sprawl on the floor next to me. As he fell away, he revealed Dominic stepping forward to take his place.
Dominic's cock was girthy though fairly short, and dripping with lube and Jimmy's ass juices. It looked almost menacing as its owner grabbed me by the legs, pulling my hole right up to the edge of the table. I'm glad my hole had been seeded a few times before, because I doubt Dominic was going to go easy on me.
His cock slammed into me with one swift thrust, an almost mechanical reaction when cock head met hole. I threw my head back and moaned as Dominic stretched me out, my sweaty body arching off the table as he began thrusting. He was pretty brutal, but my ass could take it at this point. There was no pain from his vicious onslaught, just a rapturous pleasure.
I wanted to play with his pierced nipples, not to speed up the climax like I had with Jimmy, but just because I had never felt a nipple ring before, but Dominic didn't let me. He gripped my questing hand in his own, pinning it down behind me on the table. When my other hand began roaming his brawny back, he grabbed that one too, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one of his palms.
Each thrust of Dominic's cock into my hole was forcing a short gasp from my lungs. My moans, which had started out as more masculine grunts, were beginning to rise in pitch. I realized I was hitting the same octave that Jimmy had, and I could understand why. Dominic really knew how to rearrange a bottom's insides with his cock, and my own unattended prick was steel hard and flat against my abs. You'd think by this point my balls would've been out of precum, but drop after drop still fell from my cock onto my happy trail.
Dominic's body loomed over mine as he pounded away, one of his arms gripping the front of my thigh, pulling him further into me, the other arm arching above my head. I marveled at its meatiness, and could clearly smell his natural scent, as exposed as his pit was. He smelled like a man, like one who was in the midst of a tough workout, and I would've lapped up that sweat if I could reach.
Being tempted like that was oddly arousing for me, and I could feel myself getting pretty close again. Unlike with Kenji, where I felt close to cumming because of how skillfully he was manipulating my body, with Dominic I just felt totally overwhelmed. I was his bottom to fuck as he wanted, and I was in a surprisingly submissive head space as he cored out my hole. But just as I could feel my cock getting ready to shoot, Dominic threw his head back and groaned.
Dominic was one of those guys who stops thrusting when he cums, and despite his cock being lodged balls deep inside of me as he shot, I couldn't get off without something moving against my prostate. While he was locked in his mind blowing orgasm, I felt like I was just a hairs breadth away from cumming too. My mind was on fire, but it was a tempered flame, not quite hot enough for me to cum but still so intense that I felt like I was being electrocuted.
But as I came down from it, I realized that my balls were still painfully full, my cock leaking a copious river of precum... but all of it clear. I collapsed back against the table, not even being aware of curling my body up in the first place, panting as though I had just cum, even though clearly I had not.
I didn't even look up as the next guy fucked me, or the next. My mind was still buzzing with the half-orgasm I had had, and I barely remember anything about the next two penises to enter my body. I recall the first one slid in super easily and dumped its load rather quickly, and I remember the second one having a particularly long orgasm. Which was good, because I was going to need as much cum-lube as possible for the man after him. Because next in line was Enzo.
I was prepared to take the next fuck as passively as I had taken the two before it, but Enzo didn't give me that option. One of his massive arms scooped me up, wrapping around my back as the other took hold of the base of my butt. Next thing I knew I was airborne, supported only by the beast of the man in front of me.
My shocked expression turned to one of receptive lust as Enzo lowered me down onto his cock, which sought out my hole as if by instinct. Enzo was totally in control of my entire body, his two powerful arms raising me and lowering me onto his pole. I could've sworn I heard another guy mutter "show off" as Enzo fucked me, but it was obvious Enzo believed that if you got it, flaunt it. He was by far the biggest guy there, and was capable of picking up and fucking even me. I'm not twink, I weighed over 200 pounds at this point, and Enzo was hardly breaking a sweat.
Well, I shouldn't say that, because he was definitely sweating. The room was hot with so many men in it, and as I looked around from my aerial vantage point I saw that a few of the other men were fucking as well. Joaquin had Dominic on his back and was fucking him pretty hard, though I soon realized that most of the energy in that fuck was from Dominic pushing his hole down onto Joaquin's cock. Jimmy was on all fours with Kenji's cock slowly fucking his hole as another two men took turn feeding him their cocks from the front. So it was no wonder why the room was getting hot, and why it reeked of a few dozen men's sweat.
But Enzo didn't seem to be expending much effort on holding me up. It was very hot the way he could manhandle my body, making me feel as though I were a lithe twink rather than an ex-cub soon-to-be jock, and I started hoping he could be the one to make me cum. I wouldn't mind serving under him, or being taught how to fuck like this. Problem was, as sexy as this position was, it didn't really hit my prostate at all. I was mostly hard because of the idea of being held up like this, rather than the physical sensation.
To solve the problem, I wrapped my arms around Enzo's impossibly broad shoulders (my hands couldn't even meet at the back) and pulled him closer to me. My cock, fully lubed up from my own precum, began sliding up and down his thick abdominals as he used me like a fleshlight. My head fell loose onto my shoulders, lolling backwards as the pleasure overcame me. This is how I was going to cum, with Enzo's hard cock fucking me, with his gigantic arms around me, with his...
"Whoa there, Joshy, no cheating," Enzo said, pulling our bodies apart. "Can't go rubbing your cock against me. Probably an accident though, I forgive you," he said as he repositioned himself. I growl/whined out of frustration, the urge to cum being thwarted once more.
Now, Enzo held me up by my arms, each of his hands cupping an armpit and holding on to my shoulders as he fucked me. I had to wrap my legs around his bulky waist, my heels barely meeting in the cleft of his ass cheeks. It took all my concentration to keep them from slipping from the sweat on both our bodies, and as I concentrated on that my cock started to lose its rigidity.
Enzo didn't seem to notice, as he was seemingly getting pretty close to cumming himself. He would drop me a little more heavily onto his cock, grunting softly as he did so. I realized some of the other loads I had taken were dripping down his shaft, past his balls, onto the floor, and I wondered if any of the dirty pervs in the room would lick it up (turns out Jimmy did a few minutes later).
"Fuck, I'm gonna, oh fuck, take it you--" Enzo gasped as he came, filling me up with yet another load. I looked down as he pulled out, taking the first glimpse at his cock as it slid out of me. I desperately tried to clench my hole to stop more cum from falling out, and was surprised to find myself somewhat successful.
Also surprising was the fact that I didn't appear to have my beer belly back, because of the sheer amount of cum that was filling my guts. I'd be surprised if I hadn't been knocked up at this point, considering the virility of the men who had fucked me. I thought at the very least stomach would be distended a bit from the volume of sperm swimming around inside me, but I still appeared to have the sixpack that I'd been working on.
Enzo was gentle as he laid me back on the table. The sweat I had left on it had mostly dried at this point, and it felt sticky against my back. My cock was only half engorged and my ass lips felt puffy and raw. I was wiped, and honestly just wanted a break. But more than that, I desperately wanted to cum.
I felt something furry against my aching hole. Propping myself up on my elbows, I saw a bearded man crouched between my legs, his tongue tickling the flesh of my thighs as it prowled closer to my hole. Once it met my anus, I saw sparks. The tenderness of my flesh reacted electrically with his beard, and his hole dove in adventurously, bravely lapping up the treasures that other men had left behind.
Instinctively, I grabbed my cock, but one of the men standing next to me swatted it away. It took me a second to recall his name: Malik. He was standing over me, his cock next to my face. "If you need something to play with," he said gruffly, "play with this." I moved my hand to his cock instead of mine, slowly jerking him off as the bearded man, Stan, ate me out.
"You still need some discipline, boy," Malik continued as I stroked him, his foreskin moving hypnotically over his head before pulling away again. "I can give that to you. You just need a firm hand," he said, placing his on my left pec, before slowly rolling my nipple around in his fingers. "Karim tells me how much you love getting fucked, Josh. I would love to be the one to... encourage that side of you."
Despite Stan's tongue rooting around deep inside me, all of my focus was on Malik. It felt like my body and mind were split in too. My hole and cock were loving the ministrations Stan was giving them. He had a talented mouth, and it was bringing me wave after wave of physical pleasure. But my brain and heart were living for the words coming out of Malik's mouth. This is how I wanted a mentor to me.
"There are too many tops in the elite circle anyway," Malik said, smiling a little as his finger traced a ring around my nipple. He began maneuvering his cock to my lips. "We could use another bottom boy." The head passed my teeth and I began licking its underside. "I bet Jimmy would rather you be trained as a top, but he would understand." Malik's cockhead was now tickling my tonsils. "He used to think he was vers before I was his erastes. Now look at him. Needs to get fucked so he can stay hard enough to fuck another man."
I hadn't even realized Stan had stopped rimming me until he piped up: "Fuck, Malik. Take him. Josh is all yours." Stan was standing between my legs as he spoke, jerking his cock. As the words left his mouth, he came, aiming his jizz at my hole. He smeared it around a bit with the head of his cock, pushing some in, before standing back and letting Malik take the floor.
"I know how to make a boy like you cum, Josh," he said as his cock began pushing into me. "We all have our styles, I'm sure you've noticed. No one can hit a prostate like Kenji. No one can make you feel smaller, physically, like Enzo can. And Dominic is just a rough fucker through and through." He bottomed out. "But I can fuck you in here," Malik said, tapping me on the forehead, before slapping my cheek lightly. "And that's right where you want to be fucked."
He was right, as I was quickly realizing. Sex in my life had been primarily physical up to this point. Bottoming for Karim was fun, because he was sexy and knew how to make a bottom feel good, but it was a purely physical thing. We chatted like bros, we fucked, we went back to our friendly relationship. Sex with Max was the same way, though from a more romantic standpoint. It was always fun, though always exclusively a physical thing.
James the janitor was probably the person who had come closest to fucking with my head as well as my body, and I recalled how I was surprised at how hard I got when he demeaned me on the locker room floor. Sex with Malik felt like it was going to be the same way, though I didn't get the same derisive feel from him. It was clear in his eyes that he was prepared to care for me as a mentor should, but he would certainly not go easy on me.
Though at the moment, he was going easy on me, or at least going easy on my hole. Each stroke was deliberate and firm, slowing down as the head rubbed my prostate and speeding up as he approached bottoming out. His eyes locked with mine, his intense gaze meeting my own hazy and horny one.
"I can see it in your eyes. You desperately want to cum, and you're not quite sure why you haven't yet." His thrusts sped up, almost imperceptibly, and his hand snuck back to my nipple. "It's because you haven't been given permission to yet. And you're a good boy, Josh. You know that it's important for a boy like you to do what he's told. So you're only going to cum when I say so. Do you understand Josh?"
"Yes sir," I said, the sir slipping out unintentionally.
Malik chuckled. "I'm not your sir yet, Josh. But soon." He was speeding his thrusts up even more now, fucking me about as hard as Kenji had, and my cock was rock solid and loving it. Every time his cock head brushed my prostate, a glob of precum was spit out of my own cock. Both of Malik's hands were firmly attached to either of my nipples, and I my moaning was becoming a constant background noise.
The other men had gathered around, standing in a circle around the two of us. They must've known what was close at hand. Stan was behind Malik, a half dozen men's juices dripping down his beard. Enzo was to the right of him, his sweaty brawn looking even more pumped than usual from the 200 pound deadlift he had performed.
To my left, Dominic and Jimmy, both with a load dripping down their legs, both of them jerking off one another's cocks. Dominic looked much more mellow with a tight smile on his face, and Jimmy seemed more focused than before, licking his lips as he stared at the place where Malik's cock pounded my very abused hole.
To my right, Joaquin stood panting. His cock was only semi-hard, covered in both my and Dominic's ass juices, though as he watched it began firming up again. He winked when he saw me looking at him, blowing me an air kiss. I blushed and let my head hang back. Behind be stood Kenji, the leader of this group of sexy, muscular men. He stood with a smile on his face, his rock hard cock standing to attention, though he didn't touch it. His arms were crossed over his chest as he smiled down at me encouragingly.
"Focus on me, Josh," Malik intoned, and my eyes snapped back to him. "Good boy. You're getting pretty close, I can see it. You're about to have your first handsfree orgasm, Josh. I know you're ready for it. But you're holding off, and that shows promise. You have the discipline needed for me to work on you, to improve you. The only thing you need to do first..." he thrust in balls deep, and I could feel him shooting inside me. "Is cum for me."
The thought of every single thing that had happened to me this afternoon came crashing over me, and I came. My cock, totally untouched, erupted with jizz, spraying my abs, my chest, even my face with shot after shot of cum. As Malik bred me, marking me as his, I came all over myself, sealing the deal.
In that moment, my thoughts were nonexistent, replaced by a searing white flame that overwhelmed my senses, erasing everything except for the pleasure. And except for Malik's voice, which cut through the haze of serotonin: "Good boy, Josh. I'm happy to be your Erastes."
*** Hope you enjoyed Part 1 of Chapter 2 of Gym Gymnos. Feel free to email me at coyotetale42@gmail.com or message me on tumblr ( ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com) with comments, critiques, or concerns about what's going to happen next. I've got a lot of irons in the fire when it comes to future stories, but I'm going to try finishing Chapter 2 of Gym Gymnos first. If you want to read more stories in the same universe I've created, check out Club Lux (Interracial), Seidrman's Bathhouse (Encounters), Hungry Goat Tattoo Parlor (Authoritarian), and A Different Kind of Whore (Sci-fi Fantasy). Upcoming stories will include Mt. Arcas (camping), about a couple of bears fucking in the woods, with plenty of people around to hear it, Crudo Cerdo Trailer Park, involving a different kind of weight gain than the one in this series, as well as a guy getting whored out by his roommate, and Meta Breeders, a "behind the scenes" story about more of the supernatural elements in my world, featuring guys like Karim (Gym Gymnos), Esteban (Club Lux), and Edward (A Different Kind of Whore).