Gym Bros Ch. 02

After high demand (Like 4 comments ; P) on the first work that I thought would be a one off, I'm planning to continue more with this fun gym story. Again, this is a work of erotic fiction, and should NEVER be used as advice or inspiration for real world activities. Do not ogle other people in the gym, that's not cool, and don't include random people in your kinks. That's not cool either. All that said, all character's involved are 21+ and fictional, hope you enjoy!

Trigger warning: f-slur

Ripples of heat spread from his core like a boulder thrown into a lake. The feelings of pleasure and tension contorting inside his stomach and locking up his body in knots. Kyle's eyes were once again stuck, possessed, staring unrelentingly at a cock. But this time it wasn't across the gym floor. It was right in front of him. It was thick. It was throbbing. It was Donny's.

Spiraling patterns of emotion danced through Kyle's head as his body felt that pull all over again. Part of him hated every second of what was happening right now. He had lost all control, any sense of composure, he'd humiliated himself publicly and it was all his jackass friend's fault. And yet... something about that loss felt delicious. That feeling of power being taken, no, being ripped from his hands left Kyle breathless. The way he felt his body responding, despite every conscious fiber in his being begging not to follow through, tied ribbons around his brain and squeezed till it leaked pleasure.

It exacerbated the tension that was already rebuilding inside him. His heartrate hadn't even come down yet from his orgasm mere moments ago, yet he could feel it spiking all over again. He could feel a tightness that assembled in his core, an involuntary weight pulling his thoughts and his pleasure down between his legs. And it was happening again because of the cock right in front of him.

Donny's shaft was so close he could feel its presence; feel its weight and the power it held. To Kyle, that cock radiated pure pleasure, and he was helpless to do anything but soak in it. His head kept staring obediently, then an involuntary twitch began inching ever so slightly closer. The barely perceptible nod in the direction of the cock set off his brain like a fire alarm, ringing in his mind that some part of him must want this no matter how badly he might deny it. In his heart, Kyle was more certain of his desire to break free from the trance than he was of the sun in the sky. But that belief--that message--never made it from his head to his body. He leaned another inch closer.

The seconds that had gone by had dragged on like years, Kyle trapped in this beguiling daze. His body was taking the moment to reload. Some part of him knew it. Some small part of his mind that cried desperately to look away because it knew what would come next was being muzzled into submission by the sleepy waves of arousal that emanated from his center. And they just kept building.

That tightness in his core doubled down, pushing heat hard into his cock. Kyle didn't even think he'd had time to go flaccid before he felt it blood straining his cock against his shorts all over again. The stiffness and heat pumped down into him like a billowing fire, arousal lighting along his muscles once again. His body was following the programming, knowing what to do to him, and knowing how he would relish that shameful desire. Kyle tried with one last herculean effort to pull his gaze away; to seize control of himself once more and prove he wasn't just some weak little slut obedient to the training of his arousal. He failed. He failed so deliciously and so spectacularly that instead of pulling his head away, his nose pressed so close to Donny's crotch that he could smell the hot musk wafting off of him.

The weight of it sent shockwaves down his body. The sting of submission, of not only staring but breathing deeply the scent of a cock made Kyle tremble with pleasure, his own member seizing and pulsing in his shorts. The wet spot on his crotch darkened even further, precum and postcum oozing slowly from his tip. Pressure built up by his bladder, a balloon inflating within him, pumped full of that tangy musky sent radiating off the cock before him and Kyle watched helplessly as his body continued to react.

It teased him, it built him, the flame inside being buffeted with wave upon wave of building heat. A fullness permeated from his center and Kyle felt his forehead beading hot with sweat. His fingers clenched and uncurled, then clenched again. His hips rocked gently on the bench, humping uselessly into the air as the heat welled up inside him. The hanging member staring him in the eye didn't care what he thought; it didn't care what he wanted. The programming didn't care how desperately he tried to fight the cresting wave of pleasure building up inside of him. He was helpless to the control. To the activation of staring at another man's cock.

He felt his stomach drop. The chain reacting fired across his body and Kyle was helpless to stop it. The well of pleasure built up inside him already overfilling began dumping out through his cock. His body arched with pleasure as bolts of white-hot warmth shot down between his legs. He twitched and writhed on the bench, his body clenching, his cock pulsing with heat. He was helpless but to obey. Kyle felt himself cumming. His hands spasmed at his sides, nothing simulating him but the pure force of will of the cock staring him down. He came into his underwear... again, spurted shot after shot, baffled that he already had so much after cumming mere moments ago, but his body didn't care. The programming didn't care. It didn't matter if he'd cum 10 minutes ago or 10 seconds ago. As he stared at the cock hanging thick behind the shorts in front of him, he emptied pulses and pulses of pleasure into his pants.

Bursts of electric pleasure shook him to the core as he finished unleashed all the pleasure that had built up so swiftly inside him. The pressure that had been forced upon him by his body's obedience finally dissipated, and Kyle felt waves of relief wash over him as he emptied. His mind split in half as he sat shivering on the bench. Partly, he was so overwhelmed by the release of that build up that he was simply thankful to take a full, deep breath and just soak in all those heady feelings of bliss. Partly, he was petrified by the very public and now even more intimate orgasm that had been squeezed out of him by Donny's cock directly.

Kyle's face flushed beet red with humiliation as the spot on his shorts darkened even further. The semen soaked deep into the fabric, staining his submission into the very clothing supposed to cover him. The pants and underwear that were supposed to protect his most private experience, to shield this intimacy from the world now shone like a badge of honor. His submission lit up over his crotch like a neon sign, a physical reminder that his body was not his to control.

He ripped his eyes away from Donny in front of him and turned his head shakily to the side. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps; his hair was matted damp to his head. Kyle felt the shiver of his sweaty skin cooling quickly in the vast open air of the gym, even despite the orgasmic afterglow that permeated him.

Kyle stumbled up from the bench, legs shaking and dumbbells completely forgotten, strewn on the ground behind him. His eyes had finally been released from their lock, and he gained enough sense of mind to look back at eye level with Donny who simply leered back. The bigger man had stalked around to the side of Kyle from his spotting position and was now standing across from him with the bench in-between. A smug look of satisfaction rested comfortably upon his face.

"I'm not gunna lie dude, I didn't know if it would work a second time like that. But holy fuck! You just did that twice in a row. Twice in a god damn row!"

"First... of all" Kyle answered, subtle gasps for air falling between each word. "You.. need.. to fuck right off... with that gay shit..." a tease of anxiety touched his words. "I do not... fucking like... dicks... and I don't care what you fucking did you me... I'm not some fag... who's always going to cum from looking at a cock..."

"But that's it dude," Donny shot back "you literally just did that. Me doing hypnosis on you dude, that can only take you so far. There's just gotta be a part of you inside that really wants to fuck a dick!"

Kyle felt eyes burning a hole in the back of his neck and turned sheepishly to see an older man several feet away scowling at the two of them. Clearly, he didn't approve of their colorful language. Normally Kyle would have told that douche to fuck off but considering his current state, he only reddened further and turned back to face Donny, lowering his voice.

"Bro can we please just go back to the locker room so we can finish this fucking discussion with some privacy?" He snapped out.

Donny laughed out loud, a single, sharp breath pitched high enough to echo throughout the cavernous room.

"We can go back to the room dude, I did actually bring an extra set of shorts and undies for you. Again, I figured this shit would work, but I didn't know how fucking well."

"Fuck you bro," was all Kyle answered him with. "Just go walk in front of me so it doesn't look like I pissed my pants as we head back."

"Honestly dude? Pissing your pants might be less embarrassing than what actually happened there, but all you dawg. I'll walk in front, you get up as close behind me as you need." He winked as he finished saying it, then turned on his heels and strode in the direction of the showers. Kyle shuffled quickly behind him, trying in vain to cover the giant splotch on his crotch with his water bottle.

When they stepped through the locker room doors, the main hallway was mercifully empty, only the distant sound spraying hush of someone in a shower filling the empty changing alcoves. The heartbeat that had been pumping in Kyle's ears simmered back to a gentle thrum with the realization, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't known he was holding. They shuffled quickly to where they had tucked away their gym bags, and Donny pulled open his locker and began rummaging around inside.

"You know dude, it might not even be the best idea for you to get this shit on now..." He said as he sifted through the bag within. "If you change into these, and then it happens again, you're gunna be totally shit outta luck."

"No I'm not gunna be 'shit outta luck' cuz we're leaving this place the second you get me those goddamn shorts!"

Donny looked back with earnest surprise on his face. "You sure dude? I thought we could try to finish the next set at least. Ya know, like have it as a little additional challenge for you as we workout."

"Are you fucking crazy bro?" Kyle answered him, his face reddening again both with humiliation and outrage at the proposition. "No I'm not going back out there to cum myself senseless again! Do you fucking realize what it feels like to cum at any moment because any random fuck might walk by at eye level for me?"

"I'll be honest dude it seems kinda hot to me, I'm kinda jealous. Are you sure you just want to go home? You don't want to fuck around with this at all?"

Donny sounded incredulous, and Kyle couldn't believe that he genuinely thought they might stick around for a little while and "play around" with whatever the fuck he had done to him.

"Yes I am fucking certain I want to go home bro, what the fuck kind of question is even that? This shit is just embarrassing for me, and now you're talking up all this gay shit? Like what the fuck has gotten into you bro?"

The distant rush of water trickled to a stop with the creak of the shower handle and Kyle lowered his voice as the gentle sounds of footsteps on tile moved around towards the alcove behind them.

"I seriously don't want to fuck around with this homo shit anymore, and we need to have a serious fucking discussion when we get back about this."

"Okay, okay" Donny conceded, "we'll dip. But I had at least one other thing I wanted to try out..."

Donny turned away from Kyle for a moment to glance into the changing aisle behind them, then swiveled back facing him with a look of gleeful mischief. Mortification passed over Kyle like a wave as he looked back at his friend.

"Whatever the fuck your trying to pull bro, it ain't gunna happen..."

"Oh nah dude it's nothing! Just look behind us really quick, peek into that changing area and tell me what you see"

Kyle was still as stone.

"I'm not doing shit, asshole. Pass me those shorts so I can change and we can leave..."

"Dude come on! If you liked that first thing this will fucking rule!"

"What part of that looked like I enjoyed it bro?" Kyle snapped out in a hushed tone.

"Uh... the part where you leaned in to huff my dick! For real just go peek over there, hurry up!"

"I'm not. Fuckin. Moving."

"Fine, go peak over there right now or I swear I'll drop my shorts right here and you'll be stuck all over again, but worse cuz it'll be my raw meat."

The smile that played across his face dripped with naughty mischief, and Kyle genuinely believed he would. He weighted the options in his mind for a heartbeat, and deciding the devil he didn't know surely beat the devil that would make him cum his already soaked pants again. He steeled himself and moved to peek around into the other changing area.

The sight before him made Kyle's jaw drop. Sat leisurely on a towel, the biggest bear of a man Kyle had ever seen was resting naked and scrolling through his phone, his other hand resting on his thigh. The dark fuzz of hair spread like a forest across his chest and down his stomach past his navel, as well as up his arms nearly to the shoulders. A thick beard covered his face from his nose down to his neck, and he had dark, short-cropped hair on top. His biceps were as thick as his head, with pecs Kyle thought could smother him better than tits. His stomach was wide and built, thick like a fridge without any care for toning. His thighs were even thicker, trunks that lay heavy beneath his broad frame.

Kyle could tell he didn't work out to cut for muscle definition. This man was simply, purely, strong. He sat there nonchalantly with his legs spread wide apart, and hanging between them drooped a cock half the length of his forearms. The mushroom tip swayed gently, soft and pink, almost beckoning Kyle to watch it as it hung there, suspended from the hulking man sitting on the edge of the bench.

The sight of that cock, the thickness of flesh, the faint purple of the vein snaking down it's length, unlocked something inside him. Some forgotten part of Kyle's brain bubbled up from the surface and his body remembered a part of his training his mind had worked so hard to forget. Words swam up through his throat before Kyle even knew what was happening, his mind so entranced by the image in front of him his body could act before he knew what was happening.

"Can I suck your cock sir?" Kyle blinked at the sound of his own voice, confusion addled his brain as it began tumbling down into befuddled submission. He hadn't chosen the words, they had come from somewhere else, somewhere deep inside of him that was now charging up to the surface and sending the rest of him back down to wherever it came from.

"Excuse me young man?" The bear said looking up from his phone. His eyes walked over Kyle, over the bright red flush of his face, sweat once again beading around his forehead, over his crotch where his cock was now tenting out an erection, the dampness of his shorts more obvious than ever before as his body shouted out his arousal.

"Can I suck your cock sir?" The words once again pulled from his lips. Unbidden the words spewed out once more as Kyle stood there. He was an unwilling participant as his body and mind worked to solicit this beefcake in front of him. A knowing smile spread across the mans face.

"Oh you sweet little thing, of course you can! Come right over here between Daddy's legs and put your mouth on these balls."

Kyle felt waves of helpless obedience wash over him all over again as his body lurched forward. He tried desperately to pull his body out of the movement, to stop himself from leaning down into the crotch sitting before him but was physically incapable of moving his own body. It was like pure arousal was puppeteering him into the most obedient little cocksucker he could imagine.

He watched the cock rise up to meet him as his face was pulled down into the warmth between Daddy's legs, and quivered as the tip brushed past his lips to find its resting place laying across the right half of Kyle's face. His lips puckered out in front of him of their own will and attached themselves to the hairy sack dangling in front of him. Kyle sat for a second, his eyes wide and his brain screaming internally while his body found itself kneeling submissively between the legs of this man and rested his cock over the bridge of his nose. Kyle couldn't even see the tip from his position, only feel the weight of it resting now on his forehead.

Heat and arousal surged out from between his legs as he kneeled there, a fire once again igniting in his core and spreading rapidly out through his body.

"Why don't you get to work?" The man said kindly from above him.

That was all the prompting his body needed. Without warning Kyle's tongue pushed forward and began slathering across the ballsack, licking first around the whole shape between his lips and then pushing between them, intermittently trying to wrap around each testicle. His mouth worked in tandem, pushing lips forwards and sucking and pulling gently, spittle collecting along the edge of his lips. His throat muscles were for some reason refusing to swallow, and he felt the build up of his saliva quickly outpacing the space available between his lips. As his tongue and his lips worked his balls methodically, the man laid his head back and let out a deep groan of pleasure. The sound echoed through Kyle's mind, sparking waves of tingling in his own body and encouraging his movements even more.

No words could come to mind as Kyle felt himself slobbering on the ballsack of this stranger he'd never met. His brain seemed to short circuit as his body worked, and it almost felt like he was falling deep into a dream. He couldn't stop himself; he couldn't pull his face away from that crotch any easier than he could bench 500 pounds. His body simply wouldn't let him. And it wouldn't let him escape either. He tried to give in to that sinking feeling, tried to escape into unconsciousness and just let his mouth do whatever it wanted to without him, but every time he tried something nefarious pulled his conscious mind back to the surface. A little voice in his head made certain that Kyle was trapped right where he was, fully understanding the humiliation of his actions and completely unable to do anything to stop them.

His mouth pulled away from the balls and his tongue pushed out all the way again, his lips spreading wide and his eyes rolling slightly. He dragged his tongue up the length of the shaft and flicked it teasingly off the tip. His tongue pulled back into his mouth with a wide smile and he found himself looking up at both the man, and the slit hanging millimeters from his nose. He could smell the salty tang of the man's precum mixing with his own saliva, and watched a small bead push gently from the tip as the man looked down at him. No, as Daddy looked down at him.

"That's such a sweet little boy..." the man cooed, "You've got such a cute fuckable face. Now quite ogling me and put this dick down your throat."

Kyle's body obeyed as the man pushed forwards, and the thickness of the cock shoved deep between his lips. His mouth opened for it automatically, doing it's best to accommodate the slab of meat that was suddenly stuffing it, and Kyle found his tongue pressed tightly between the shaft and the bottom of his jaw. It wiggled in place, still trying desperately to slather along the length as it pushed deeper and deeper into his mouth. He hadn't even pressed fully in before Daddy pulled back slightly, letting a gasp of air in through Kyle's nose, and then shoving back in, stuffing him to the throat.

He felt the walls of his throat stretching to accommodate this monster, his breathing cut off completely as the size of it filled every inch of space between his teeth. His jaw pulled further apart, trying to force itself onto the cock as it pressed into him.

"You're not gunna be able to take the whole thing slut," the man mocked from above him, "Trust me there's only a few who can, and you don't seem quite well trained enough. So why don't you just keep those lips apart for me and start sucking as I use this mouth like the hole it's supposed to be"

The words burned across Kyle's skin, his head once again pleading to be released from its capture between these thighs, but his body didn't care. He looked up at the man and his head nodded, then set his face at a comfortable position and began gently sucking on the meat filling his mouth. He didn't move back and forth, simply waited patiently, sucking and vacuuming gently with his lips, ready for Daddy to take his pleasure with him.

He smiled down at him and began fucking. The man pulled deep strokes in and out of Kyle's mouth, which tried and failed then tried again to keep constant suction. The head of his cock slipped in and out from between his lips over and over again as Kyle sucked, pulling almost free, until the slit rested just between the puckered cushions, then pushing as deep into his mouth as his throat would allow. It moved with a gentle, consistent pace, the man clearly enjoying his time with Kyle, in no rush to end this encounter with any urgency.

He didn't seem to care that this was happening in a wildly public space. Even though no other people had come or gone into the locker rooms so far, Kyle was certain that someone was bound to push their way through the swinging door at the end of the hallway. They'd stroll into the tiled locker room, freshly finished with their workout and looking to come shower, only to find Kyle trapped on his knees fellating another man in the middle of the changing alcove. The sounds of the cock slurping in and out of his mouth echoed throughout the space, and He could swear this was audible from even the gym floor. Embarrassing heat flushed his body at the thought, his face once again reddening as the cock continued to penetrate it.

Kyle glanced up at the bigger man for a brief moment as he sucked, and saw he was resting his head back against the lockers, his jaw tilted up to the ceiling and his eyes closed. He didn't have a care in the world. He was simply lavishing the feeling of having Kyle as an instant cock sucker. His pause to look up must have changed the angle to the way he took the man in his mouth, and he glanced down gingerly at Kyle between his legs, a sweet smile spread from cheek to cheek.

"Awwww, you're all red and blushing. Are you worried someone's gunna walk in on us and see you going down on me? Fine fine, I'll stop taking my time so much with you and get this over with, but I expect you to take everything I'm about to give you."

Kyle's head nodded once more, the cock bobbing in his mouth, and the man let out a gentle sigh. He moved his hands down to place them on Kyle, one resting on his shoulder, pulling his whole body closer into this crotch, and the other resting on his head, grabbing a fistful of hair.

"Now I'm sure you were already planning to but you best swallow boy..." the man intoned as he adjusted his posture.

The whole time he had been speaking and adjusting, his dick had just hung in Kyle's mouth, still sucking gently but not probing back and forth. It was unnervingly humiliating and arousing for Kyle to feel the weight of it stuck between his teeth and have no choice but to simply sit and suck obediently. He'd been commanded not to move after all.

The bear found his comfort, and began pistoning hard into Kyle's mouth, pulling out only enough for Kyle to desperately gasp air down through his nose before slamming fully back in and pushing down past his throat. Kyle felt the mushroom head shove down past something and was certain that he should have gagged by now, but his body pulled through with almost supernatural control. It adjusted and shifted to accommodate as much dick as possible.

"Fuck maybe you can take the whole thing! I underestimated you slut"

Kyle felt his eyes watering up as the cock pressed deeper with every thrust. Each time the man shoved his hips forward he pulled Kyle in by the head, his hair an anchor for the man to use and play with. Kyle squeezed his whole body as the pounding continued and found suddenly that his hand had been working between his own legs, stroking in time with the cock sliding in and out of his throat. Waves of arousal undulated across him, and his core ached for the pleasure to keep building.

It was like the man's precum was an aphrodisiac, every drop pumped down Kyle's throat drove his own arousal even higher. Once the pace of face-fucking picked up, he could swear the tip in his mouth was already oozing drops down his throat. They slid down his esophagus and landed in his stomach like gasoline on a bonfire. The pressure built up inside him as the cock pressed harder against his face.

The man's hand started shaking as it gripped his hair, and Kyle could tell he was pushing to the edge. The war raged in his head as his arousal kept climbing. Somehow, knowing that he was doing such a good job pleasuring this man was making Kyle hornier, and spikes of arousal shot up from his own cock. The pounding in his throat seemed to push Kyle to a crescendo, the feelings of fullness between his lips and his hand stroking rapidly along his cock being more than he could bear. He felt himself pushed to the edge! And... AND...

His body was stinging, pressed to the very brink and held there, riding the high of being taken and being pleasured. He felt he would cum at any moment, he felt he should have cum already! Then the cock pressed fully down his throat, his nosed pressed hard against the musky bush, the drooping balls smothered against his chin.

He felt the man explode; felt the cock shoved fully down his throat throb as it pumped down inside him. The piercing edge he'd been trapped on was suddenly unleashed as the cum shot down his throat, and he felt himself burst into his hand. The man's hands pressed hard down into him shivering with the power of his own climax as his cock continued to empty down into him. Kyle had no choice but to swallow, the bulging tip of the head pressed deep past his throat and gushed load after load directly down his esophagus. The force of his own climax sent shockwaves through Kyle's body, the agony of being forced to hold it until he had permission, being unable to cum until he'd completed his task and brought the man he was servicing to climax. It sent powerful waves of heat rocking down from his head all the way to his toes.

He sat there limply for a moment, the cock stuffing his mouth softening slightly, his hand grasped limply around his cock now coated in semen.

"Good boy..." the man breathed out above him, and he pulled Kyle's head up by the hair until they met one another's gaze. "That was fucking wonderful, I hope this isn't the last time I see you."

A small whimper muffled by cock was all that escaped Kyle's mouth as he looked up at the bear of a man. His body was trembling slightly, and the man began gently stroking the top of his head and caressing across his shoulders with the other hand. Both sent shivers down Kyle's spine, and he pulled back slowly to let the cock pop from his lips. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't think anything, just moan gently in the warmth of the afterglow, and the tingly pleasure of the man massaging his head and body.

"Now as sweet as this is I think you best get back to your friend over there, he's been enjoying the show for some time now, and I'm sure you both have places to be tonight." The man smiled a wide, genuine grin at him, and helped lift Kyle gingerly to his feet. A storm of emotions raged inside him, but for now, all Kyle could do was turn and walk slowly back to Donny, who was leaning around the corner of the alcove and had a pleased grin spread across his own face.

End. Ch 2