F*cked pt.4 - Housemates I (Patreon)

Hi all!

Here is part 4 of the 'F*cked' series! In this chapter, Dom and Jaz join up with their fellow video and troublemakers, but when a turn of events leads to them stumbling into a gym full of hung women with bad intentions, their cohorts will quickly find themselves being brutally exercised in all kinds of intimate and pleasurable ways....

Please note that this story contains some transphobic and futaphobic characters (that ultimately get their comeuppance), and their views are not that of the writer. It is merely flawed fictional characters. Always remember to love and support the LGBTQ+ community, publicly and privately. (It could save lives by doing so).

Much love – TSG123 x

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Dom wondered past the same trendy clothes stores found in every corner of Miami, leading to their shared apartment.

Soon to be… not quite so shared.

‘….By me at least.’

He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose, before adjusting his glasses as the sun cooked his forehead, although the heat was the least of his worries.

Jessica was expecting him to move in on Monday.

And he still hadn’t told the guys.

Well, apart from Jaz, not that Jaz wanted to talk about anything they had done that night, or the morning after with their respective ladies.

He wrung his shirt, ignoring cars beeping at each other and bikini-clad ladies walking by. Before he might have ogled them on the way past, but now they seemed to pale in comparison to the goddess who had unravelled him like a piece of string.

The ugly expression of Jessica’s face pressed against his as she came in him strolled through his head unimpeded, and Dom almost walked straight into the path of an oncoming car, his leg flailing over the edge of the sidewalk.

*BEEEEEP*

He took a second to recompose himself.

‘Maybe don’t get killed thinking about being inseminated…’

Another feeling bubbled underneath… a sort of nervous anticipation jiggling in his stomach.

“HEY, can I get a picture?!”

He whirled into a camera shoved under his nose.

“Uh.. y…yeah!”

The young boy who’d asked gave a big grin and selfied.

“Could I get one with you doing the Rowdy boy pose?!”

He groaned internally.

“Yeah, sure…”

The Rowdy boy pose had been created when they were teenagers. Now it felt somewhat vulgar, even to Dom who wasn’t exactly the most PC of people.

He gestured to his crotch with pointed fingers and thrust it forwards, and the camera clicked a few more times. Dom waited for a ‘thank you’, but the boy was already hurrying off, his head in his phone.

“Huh….”

He walked faster, hoping no-one recognised him.

“Hey, are y-!”

Dom didn’t turn his head this time and jogged the last block back to the luscious apartment building, now shabby in comparison to Jessica’s, which was on another scale of wealth.

‘Maybe the guys will let me stay if they see how much money is in porn,’ he thought mirthlessly.

As it was, he only had a few days to break the news.

‘It’s only Thursday… That leaves me with four days until Monday…’

A part of him suggested just phoning it in.

‘Maybe I could convince Jessica to wait?’

He snorted out loud. If there was one trait that Jessica didn’t possess, it was patience. Hell she was technically manipulating him… blackmailing him even.

As if someone had activated a film projector in his head, he was brought back to the moment she had folded him in half, hanging over him so she could look straight into his eyes as she furiously pile-drived her dick over and over again into his ass, smacking his butt-cheeks with her hips as his anal rim spasmed uncontrollably around her girth.

“Hn..”

He found himself biting his lip on the elevator ride up.

‘Get a grip, you’re in public!’

He sighed, cooling the spicy sensations swirling in his head, yet for some reason he walked into the flat with the hint of a smile playing across his face.

“What’s got you so happy?”

The spring in Dom’s step fell flat immediately.

The voice came from a young man on the counter, dressed in an immaculate fitted black suit and white shirt with the cutest babyface imaginable, his limbs so slender and delicate they looked like they might shatter if he moved them too fast, his milky-white skin pale to the point of potential vampirism. His voice in contrast was sharp, gaze intelligent.

“Oh… h-hey Benz.”

“Hey yourself. Tell me… Where have you been?”

“…Been? I’ve been here…. Where have you been?”

He peeled his eyes, adjusting a single hair in his bright blue side-parting, before casually checking blue varnished nails.

“Just reviewing six-star hotels in Dubai. Not too shabby… but you….”

He gestured offhand.

“..You have been very hard to get hold of recently… only started uploading again this week…. infrequent uploads… and you’ve been avoiding the rest of us. Is there some sort of problem I need to know about?”

“What?! No!”

Benz looked him down with big glassy eyes that girls loved, yet they became snake-like as he squeezed his eyelids close together, analysing Dom like some sort of mathematic equation that needed to be solved rather than a human being.

“… Right… remember that we have a product to maintain… a schedule. We are number eight in the YouTube channel tier list, and right now number nine, some fucking music network channel in Bangladesh, is rising fast. We. Need. Those. Subs.”

“Right.”

“We cannotslip out of the top ten. The sponsors don’t flock to a top eleven YouTube channel.”

“Cool… I get it man.”

He jumped up from the open kitchen island, kicking a rainbow-coloured slinky out of the way that had been used in some video or another and now lay discarded alongside various other useless instruments around the house.

“Do you?”

“Yeah… of course! We’re the Rowdy Boyz right?”

Benz regarded him for a moment, before relaxing and grabbing a food container from the fridge (Benz ordered them via a health company to arrive every day with two nutritious, balanced meals a day so he wouldn’t have to waste time cooking).

“Alright then…. good to have you back.”

“Yeah… great….”

“Oh, and prep your gear for the video tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah I…”

A jolt of worry came up through Dom’s shoes all the way to his stomach.

“…wait… tomorrow?”

Benz paused, turning slowly.

“Yes, tomorrow. We always film on Saturdays…”

His forehead creased.

“Problem?”

“N-no! Not at all…” Dom uttered.

“Perfect.”

Dom waited for Benz to leave before scrunching his eyes closed and smacking himself on the side of the head.

“Stupid, STUPID!”

He’d lost track of the days…. After everything with Jess….

Friday. Today was Friday. That meant he only had two days to talk to the guys about moving out….

‘And we have to film the whole day tomorrow….’

He let out an exasperated breath and grabbed a packet of crisps, traipsing to the spacious living room filled with a further assortment of random items one would expect from a group of vloggers and online personalities; multi coloured bean-bags, two lava-lamps and neon trimmings surrounding a humungous plasma TV.

He dropped down onto one of the bean bags, sighing.

At least he hadn’t wanked in a day or two…. Not when he’d been railed by Jessica with his ankles in the air, put on his back like a common whore.

‘Huh… what is my life…?’

He thought about turning on a game, but considering that was work for him, decided against it.

There was no way he could tell Benz about moving out. Not a chance. He would rip his head off.

Dom pulled out his phone, opened Instagram and began to scroll mindlessly down.

It was unlikely, but Benz might even do his best to kick him out of the Rowdy Boyz all together… maybe make some diss tracks out of it, milk it for all it was worth… He had seen him fire a cameraman for not getting the shot right three times in a row.

He checked his hundreds of likes, the DMs…

Random fans… bots… some weird nasty shit that he had given up blocking because it was so frequent.

Somehow the world felt smaller than it ever had.

He had to talk to someone.

He checked his follow list and found…

Celebrities. Hot girls. business partners. Nobody that was worth sharing.

His parents?

He chuckled, imagining trying to explain to his parents that he was moving in with a cock-sporting giantess who dabbled in porn.

‘Dabbled….ha, anyone who has watched transsexual porn will know who she is…’

He took out a breath and decided that it would have to be kept in-house. In his head he ran through the guys he lived with, and his closest mates.

Benz – too focused (and scary).

Duppie – too flippant.

Mark – earnest. Maybe?

He scrolled faster and faster, not really seeing anything.

It only left one person.

‘… Better than nothing.’

He sighed, closed his eyes, and pulled himself out of the bean bag which rustled lazily, before trudging down the sleek hallway towards Jaz’s room at the far end. The usual dull thud of music wasn’t coming through, which meant he probably wasn’t recording.

Dom grabbed the door and entered.

The room was the same as it always was, walls plastered with scantily-clad chicks smouldering and muscled dudes in various gym poses, shag-pile white carpet and leopard print blankets providing a playboy house feel.

Jaz sat in his gamer chair with headphones on, idly fiddling with something as he stared at the screen.

“Hey.. dude?”

Dom looked closer at what Jaz was watching; a girl gesturing to a long, thick phallic object, opening her mouth and sliding it easily into her mouth until it must have been around nine inches inside, gesturing to somewhere in the back of her throat, before easily pulling it out.

Dom watched, speechless.

It didn’t actually look like porn… it looked like…

‘A Tutorial?’

Jaz was watching intently, his hand on a stick which was pointing out of his mouth, a look of intense concentration on his face.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

Jaz wretched, and Dom let out a hoot as Jaz pulled a popsicle out of his throat like a magic trick, saliva blasting from his mouth like he was watering his carpet.

“GHLHlUCKkk-… hchck!-…B-brother can you knock?!?!?”

Dom was caught between mirth and confusion.

“Dude.. what the hell are you….”

The blush on Jaz’s face told the story.

“…Wait, you’re…. practicing for Zal-?”

“I’M JUST EATING A POPSICLE!” he shrieked, throwing it across the room.

“Yeah, seems like you were really enjoying it,” smirked Dom.

“FUCK YOU!” screeched Jaz, launching himself forward and shoving Dom out of his room as Dom began to howl with laughter.

“Bro, any other tips and tricks for blowjobs, just let me know yeah?”

Jaz’s face was incredulous as he made to close the door.

“Yeah, like you can talk, FAG.”

He slammed the door, leaving Dom staring at it in disbelief. The irony of his own statement was clearly lost on Jaz. After wrestling with potentially going back inside, Dom reckoned it best he should probably leave Jaz to practice sitting on a bollard or something.

Making his way back into his room, avoiding the suitcase in the centre of it which remained half-packed, he slumped down on his gamer chair, mindlessly twirling his phone.

An idea popped into his head.

He sighed, and typed the name into the search engine.

‘Jessica Deluxe’

Of course she was a verified account…

Immediately a smorgasbord of scantily-clad pictures were presented to his eyes. His dick was already warming up, hardening in his pants as he began to scroll much slower now, taking in each detail.

He loved the ones which outlined her bulge in gruesome detail, able to trace every veiny ridge of the sea monster through tight bikini-come-jockstraps. One photo in particular gave him pause. She was sitting on a beach, legs spread, bearing that cold, unflinching look on her face as she presented her raging bulge like a tentpole sticking out of the sand, an ugly spot of pre-cum soaking through the skimpy pink material and forming a large wet spot.

Part of him wanted to jerk it right there for his Mama. The other part wanted to wait so she could fuck him in the ass for real.

His heartrate accelerated as he remembered how it had felt inside him.

It was even better than it looked.

As he scrolled further, he noticed some comments from anonymous accounts and blank profiles, and his temple began to pulse.

*So SEXXXIIIIIIIIIII3333*

*Hey, can I come see you? $$$*

*Wer do u live?*

‘She doesn’t want any of you… She wants me,’ he thought, heart warming as he clenched the phone tighter.

He began to grab items and place them in a suitcase.

***

Dom found Jaz again over breakfast with Benz sat across the table from him. Jaz looked distinctly uncomfortable.

He paused in the hallway.

“You didn’t stream last night,” said Benz, gulping down a special smoothie with the perfect balance of proteins, carbs and nutrients to start the day.

Jaz squirmed.

“No…”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t feel like it… why do you care, it’s my channel, not yours.”

Benz gave him a widespread gesture.

“Well it AFFECTS us! People need to see our faces, or they’ll forget the ROWDY BOYZ exist….!”

Dom joined in with a smile.

“Yeah, two days without streaming’s really gonna kill our thirty million subs.”

Benz rotated his jaw in a rather eye-watering fashion.

“Speak of the devil and he will eventually appear.”

“What, it’s nine am?”

Dom could feel a bit of his old swagger returning, and Benz couldn’t help biting at the bate.

“I meant after your little hiatus.”

“Hey, I could have been depressed.”

Benz rolled his eyes.

“Like that’s a thing.”

They both looked at him.

“… It’s definitely a thing.”

Benz looked like he wanted to say something unsavoury, but settled for switching on the charm.

“So, what are you planning on doing the rest of the week? Any new content?”

‘Pack? Oh by the way I’m leaving the house, good luck….’

“Ah nothing much… streaming…. eating…”

“Extra-curricular-activities,” added Jaz.

Dom raised his eyebrows at Jaz, who stopped sniggering immediately, face reddening.

“Yeah… right… anyways, what about you Benz?”

“Training… preparing for the solo skydive video.”

“Phew… better you than me.”

“Definitely,” smiled Benz, and they chuckled.

After nattering about various unimportant things, Benz eventually stood up, chucking his dishes into the sink.

“Thank God for paid cleaners… Dad used to tell me I’d have to get used to washing dishes… anyways, I gotta prep the team for today. Get to the meeting point by one-pm, I’ll see you there.”

As Benz left, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence.

Jaz and Dom stared at each other. It was the first time they had been together alone, since the bathroom at St Pier’s restaurant.

“So uh….”

Jaz lapsed into silence. There was nothing to say.

Dom’s mouth stayed firmly closed. Somehow the words wouldn’t come.

A whirr nearby signalled that a robot vacuum cleaner had automatically turned on next to Dom’s foot and was driving straight into a box of video equipment, hopelessly clunking into it again and again.

“… That’s… one of the worst things we ever bought wasn’t it?”

Jaz chuckled.

“Yeah….”

He seemed to be moving his lips as if he was rediscovering them for the first time.

“So… uh… you still moving?”

“Yeah… guess so.”

“You told anyone?”

He shook his head.

Jazz cracked a smile.

“Pppffft… brother, Benz is gonna MURDER you when he finds out….”

“Well that’s why I haven’t told him obviously.”

Dom began making cereal as he spoke, which helped not having to maintain eye contact..

“….You speak to Zalta?”

“… No.”

“….Still kicking cocksuckers out of the group?”

Jaz let out a snort, expression sheepish.

“Hey, we don’t need to talk about that. You’re the one who made videos with a pornstar…”

It was Dom’s turn to snort.

“Sorry, but last time we spoke together you got side-tracked by the family-friendly activity of sucking your new girlfriend’s dick in a public restroom.”

Jaz’s eyes widened and he whirled around in case any of the others had woken up yet, before lowering his voice to a hiss.

“Will you shut your mouth?!....”

“Okay, okay… just joking…”

Jaz softened whilst continuing to check for any sign of their flatmates, although Dom knew that if they saw Mark or Duppie before midday, it would most certainly be the beginning of the apocalypse.

“Girlfriend….” Jaz mouthed, mulling over the word…. “Well I haven’t seen her since that night.”

“It’s only been two days. Plenty of time.”

“Well.. I wasn’t… planning on…”

“Sure….”

The two began eating their cereal in silence.

After a minute of audible crackling and slurping, Dom piped up again.

“Dude… we can admit it was pretty fun going back to their place right?”

Jaz stiffened.

“I don’t remember.”

Dom snorted.

‘He can’t be serious.’

“Riight… what exactly slipped your mind?”

Jaz rung his shirt, cheeks aflame.

“Well…. I got drunk, so after the restaurant… I uh… I must have forgotten.”

Dom only had to take one look at the way Jaz was staring at the floor to know that he remembered every single thing that had happened last night, probably in quite explicit detail judging by how pink his cheeks were.

“Ah okay… well… if you still remember the restaurant I guess you still remember enjoying sucking cock in a bathroom stall right? You weren’t that drunk then?”

Jaz’s head became so flushed that he looked ready to burst.

“I guess you remember watching, creep!” he shot back, chest puffed out even though he’d never looked less sure of himself, hands clasping and unclasping.

Dom raised his hands at the daggers being pointed his way.

“Okay, okay…. Dude, look… I understand you’re going through some stuff right now… so am I…. and that’s okay.”

Jaz didn’t meet his eyes, fidgeting with his phone.

“But you liked her… maybe still like her.”

The man in front of him looked much more like the boy he used to be, shoulders in, head bowed, gaze set firmly to the floor.

“It was…. a fling.”

“A fling?”

“Yeah.”

Dom couldn’t believe Jaz’s refusal to accept his feelings.

“Oh yeah? So the part where she called you boyfriend and you liked it was just… what exactly?”

Jaz’s face scrunched up.

“Who knows why she’s fantasising??….”

Dom snorted. It was pointless trying to convince him.

“Okay dude okay….. but you know she still has your signature hat right?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s fine.. I’ll… I’ll get it later.”

Dom’s eyebrows rose.

“Well you know we have the Rowdy Boyz video to film in a few hours right?”

Jaz’s face lost some of its colour.

“Wait what? Today? Crap, but I don’t have my hat….”

“Exactly.”

Jaz’s face, which had been the colour of a tomato, now drained white, making him look almost as pale as Benz.

“Oh Shit… can we just reschedule for next week?”

“Dude, we haven’t made a video in like two weeks on the group channel, Benz would throw a hissy-fit.”

Jaz rolled his jaw as he looked off in the distance.

“O-okay… well… It’ll be fine. He probably won’t notice.”

***

A yellow sun flooded the park with a bruising heat, the grass a vibrant green, the smell of it freshly cut in the warm air.

Jaz and Dom arrived early, knowing full well It was never a good idea to be late when Benz was involved.

“Should I tell him about the hat?”

“Definitely not.”

Benz himself was already there as they approached, glued to the latest I-phone. He didn’t acknowledge them, too busy muttering something into it about sponsorships.

“What if he notices?”

Benz’s nose scrunched, thumbing something before scrolling down, oblivious to their presence nearby.

“I doubt he’d notice anything not related to views.”

They kept their voices low, knowing there would be many loud conversations to come; blowing your voice out as a youtuber was a very real possibility whilst talking and shouting at a camera for the whole day.

Dom was happy that the video at least would be simple enough. A ‘public interaction’ vid: Walk up to people, ask silly questions, compile the weirdest answers - a staple of their channel’s revenue stream.

“’Sup guys!”

Mark, or as people affectionately knew him online ‘Mackie’, wandered over. Loved by everyone he met, he was the least controversial and, hence, the least popular of the group with barely two million subscribers, eschewing much of the overtly insulting humour that Benz, Dom and Jaz dealt often.

“Yo Mackie.”

The slightly rotund figure thrust his hands into his hoodie, bouncing towards them.

“Hey Dom… you alright?!? We were super worried!”

“Haha well thanks… Nah… just… just ill… Better now.”

Jaz snickered, but Dom trod on his foot (“Ow!”).

“Well… Good to have you back man… Honestly I think we should have done a video trying to find you, but Benz said not to draw attention to it…. OH by the way, I got a great idea for a new vid! We have to learn a random new skill in twenty-four hours and compete in front of judges at the end.. haven’t worked out the details yet but….. can you pitch it to Benz?”

Dom grimaced. Benz never listened to Mark at the best of times, but Dom was pretty sure he himself wasn’t in the good books either. If even one person had seen that video on the internet of him and Jessica…

‘Fuck.’

“Ah.. Sorry man… I don’t think I have much sway after I went uh… AWOL…..”

Mackie turned hopefully to Jaz, but Jaz shook his head violently.

“Nah man…. Maybe ask Duppie.”

“You could just say it’s a bad idea guys…”

“Hey, it’s not!”

“Kinda is,” Jaz muttered, but Dom elbowed him.

“What idea???!”

A lanky figure jogged towards them, a rather gormless expression on his face and dressed in a violently coloured t-shirt, this time a mix of fluorescent yellow and mud-brown that did not please the eye.

“Yo boyeeez… Woah look who showed up!”

“H-hey man…”

He grabbed Dom and hugged him roughly.

“Dude, we thought you’d died. I had dibs on your room if you did!”

He produced a huge stupid grin on his face like he’d just told the best joke ever.

Mackie turned to him, “DUPPIE!… Good to see you man, listen….so I have this idea for-“

“Dooooon’t care.”

Mackie was about to reply until Duppie laughed and jumped on top of him.

“JUST joking bro, go on, shoot your shot.”

“OOF okay gerrrof getttoff-…..Uh okay… well… well it’s gonna be that we have to learn a different skill each in twenty-four h-“

A voice cut through the air.

“Good news!”

Shoulders straightened as Benz strolling over, phone sliding into his pocket with a satisfied air.

“We just got ten thousand subs THIS WEEK, even without uploading a main channel video. If we can get back on schedule, with progress like this we could get up to 6thin the world!”

Dom and Jaz made to say hi to the camera operators Stu and Frankie who trailed behind him, but Benz clicked his fingers, demanding their attention.

“And thanks for finally showing your face Dom.”

The way he said it gave an impression of only mild contempt.

“.. yeah.. right. Sorry.”

Benz’s attention turned to Jazz… and a frown crept onto his face.

“Where’s your hat.”

Jaz twitched.

“Huh?”

“Your hat, where’s your hat, we’re doing a video, you need your hat. Your head looks too small without it.”

Jaz shifted, trying to look relaxed by leaning against a tree and almost missing it.

“H-Hey! I think…. I think I can do without it for one video, change it up you know?”

Benz stepped a little closer, his frown deepening.

“No. It’s part of your get-up. We need it in the videos because it identifies you more easily to casual viewers. If it goes missing that’s part of your signature look out of the window. You come with the hat. The hat comes with you.”

Jaz tried to give a casual smile, coming out as a pained grin.

“Yeah, yeah but… just for this vid.. maybe I could try something different…”

Benz’s expression slipped into something sour.

“Jaz, get the hat.”

Jaz wrung his shirt.

Benz’s flapped his arms.

“… Now!”

Dom could almost hear Jaz’s brain churning, perhaps wondering whether he could go to a costume shop and nick one. Unfortunately the black hat was a true Stetson; not so easy to fake.

“I-I don’t have it right now.”

Benz’s face darkened as the temperature of the room fell a few degrees.

“…. You don’t… have it?”

Jaz tried to put on a stoic tone.

“Yes. I don’t have it.”

Benz’s tone became so icy that Dom was surprised shards weren’t flying from the front of his face.

“So who does have it.”

Jaz’s cheeks went red, two cherry tomatoes lighting up the room. His lack of an answer was almost worse than admitting the truth.

Benz put two fingers on the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain his calm, or perhaps stop too much blood rushing to his brain and exploding it. When he spoke it was with the precision of a sniper.

“This, is, not, on.”

The idle chatter died away around them as his voice rose, the camera-guys no longer smiling off to the side.

“I worked SO HARD to make this channel, and now you’re fucking it up over some girl, right!? It is a girl, isn’t it?!”

Jaz’s head lowered.

“Fuck… Fucking Christ… Idiots, fucking idiots….”

Benz closed his eyes, silent for a moment. No-one dared interrupt him, and when he did speak everyone jumped.

“RIGHT, new plan!”

He turned to the cameraman, Stuart.

“Stu, start rolling.”

“Uh… what am I….?”

Benz’s nostrils flared.

“Did I ask you for your opinion or did I ask you to roll the fucking camera!”

He shut up and in seconds was carefully aiming the lens at Benz’s face, counting down from five to zero with his free hand, and by the time he reached one, Benz’s demeanour had morphed into that of a fiendish, charismatic daytime television host, enthusiasm bursting from his pores.

“WELCOME, we are the ROWDY BOYZ, and today we will be doing…. A TREASURE HUNT!!!!!”

The rest of the guys hitched awkward smiles onto their faces as they realised they needed to get on board sharpish or risk Benz’s wrath.

“Er what?!” said Dom, enthusiastically, trying to suppress a laugh that hadn’t existed in the first place.

Benz chuckled, and placed an arm on his shoulder.

“WELLL bro…. we’re on a mission!…”

Mark chimed in.

“What mis-?”

Benz cut him off, the smile on his face so laced with underlying menace that Mark’s words died in his throat.

“The mission is….. FIND JAZ’S HAT!”

The guys’ eyebrows rose, led by Jaz’s whose brows went so high they almost left his face, his jaw going the other way.

“W-what?”

“THAT’S RIGHT ROWDY CROWD! He lost his beloved Stetson, but don’t worry, we’re getting it back for ya buddy, so we’ll be going on a treasure hunt for the fans, because that’s what it’s all about!! It’s about YOU GUYS!”

He gestured to the camera, grinning through his teeth.

“If you enjoy this content, leave that like and subscribe!!”

He whirled around.

“Now… Jaz, WHERE did you leave your hat last??”

“Uh…..”

The camera panned to face him, and he tried his best to look upbeat and excited.

“Uh… I left it with a friend!”

Benz cocked his head.

“Now-now…. Let’s not be coy, was it JUST a friend?”

He waited as Jaz dithered, before waving his hand.

“CUT!...”

Everyone waited for the outburst that was coming. Somehow all the people playing in the distance, just like one should in a park, seemed a million miles away. Benz checked his corners to make sure no-one was recording before laying in.

“…. GUYS, when I make that joke, you fucking laugh properly, yeah?” he hissed at them, before rounding on Jaz, “and when I ask you where you left your hat, you’re gonna tell us who it is, and then call them. You got their number right?”

Jaz seemed to be pooling into a brown puddle on the floor.

“Y.. yeah….”

“RIGHT… Also Duppie, crouch a bit, you’re too tall in the frame.”

He motioned to Stu to put the camera on him again and reproduced his chameleonic smile.

“Yeah? Okay…… *three*.. *two*……….. Now-now, let’s not be coy, was she JUST a friend?!?”

The guys laughed loud, Dom bending over, whilst watching Jaz’s face turn bright red. It wasn’t often he’d ever felt sorry for the guy, but this was one occasion.

“Ahhhhh you could say that!!”

“Haha, guess we’ll have to find out now!....Call her.”

“A… are you… sh-shouldn’t we…”

The grin on Benz’s face looked nightmarish as it somehow got wider.

“Call her, Jaz.”

Jaz sniffed, bringing his phone up and pressed a finger on the ‘dial’ button.

“Speaker,” said Benz.

Jaz whimpered, pressing so that the dial tone was audible to all, and Benz chuckled whilst making eye contact at the rest of the group, who automatically chuckled back with as much brevity as they could muster.

It seemed to go on forever, and then the dial-tone ceased, a muffled noise of someone breathing on the other end pricking everybody’s ears.

Benz’s eyes narrowed.

The air was briefly sprinkled with the sound of birds and people playing around them, one or two watching or pulling out their camera phones….. then a woman’s voice, slightly lower than average, with a southern twang cut through the noise, distorted.

“…….Hi?”

Dom watched Jaz’s mouth open and close like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Uh…. Hey.. it’s… it’s Jaz.”

The voice immediately became smoother and deeper.

“Ohhhhh hey honey… I thought you’d call sooner….”

“Ha yeah.. yeah…”

“… So, what’s up cowboy?”

Benz mouthed the word ‘cowboy,’ and made a gesture like he was trying not to cry laughing, and the rest took the hint and began giggling, covering their mouths.

“Uh… um.. do you… do you still have my hat?”

Dom glanced at a group of kids hanging out near the water fountain who were aiming their phones in their direction and bristled.

‘Please can the world leave us alone today…’

Editing might save them from anything incriminating in their own video, but if word of Jaz and Zalta got out to the public…. Him and Jessica would be following straight after.

Zalta paused, and when she spoke again her tone was so delicious and sultry that even Dom could feel his insides warming slightly.

“Why sure honey… wanna come wear it for me?... Just the hat…”

Jaz’s cheeks were bright red, sweat dappling his brow as the guys sniggered and chortled beside him.

“Uh… i-if I could just come and get the hat quickly….”

Benz shook his head furiously, gesturing to the group and cameras.

Jaz looked like he wanted to cry.

“.. I mean.. actually maybe my friends could join?… a-are you up to much now?”

“Oh I’m just doing a PT session in the gym at the moment…. Maybe later?”

Benz shook his head again, pointing down at the ground.

Now.

“Um.. sorry, I really… I really need it… can I.. come to see you?”

The voice on the other end seemed like it was trying to hold back excitement.

“Oh well honey absolutely… damn, seems like you’re hankerin’ for a little extra sausa-“

The call was cut off in a split-second, Jaz spasming as the phone almost slipped from his sweaty hands.

Benz raised his arms, the fake mirth in his tone almost faltering.

“HEY… no fair Jaz, why’d you stop it!”

“Didn’t mean to…f-finger slipped.”

Dom didn’t need to see the expression on Jaz’s face of pure terror to know he was lying.

“Well, I guess you’d better call her back,” said Benz firmly.

Jaz gave a nod despite the muscles in his neck protesting against it, and slowly pressed redial.

After a second, the voice was back.

“Hey… Everything alright?”

“Ah.. Yeah.. look I’m with friends right now but… ah… is it… is it okay if we all come?... Today?...”

Zalta snorted.

“Huh. Sure… but I’m at work, and there’s gonna be a lot of my kinda girl if you know what I mean…”

Benz cocked his head, a curious expression on his face as Jaz looked like he was in the process of swallowing a metal gobstopper.

“My kinda girl?” Benz mouthed.

It now looked like the gobstopper was fully blocking Jaz’s windpipe.

“F-fine!…sure.. if you could just send the location…”

“Sure thing…. You okay sweety?”

Jaz’s face softened a touch.

“Y.. yeah… Thanks… I’ll see you soon.”

“Great.”

He hung up, and put the phone back in his pocket, putting on as casual an air as he could manage.

“Well, there we go…. Mystery solved huh!”

Benz didn’t give him a moment, getting straight in his face whilst subtly gesturing the camera man to get in close.

“What did she mean by ‘my kinda girls’?! That sounds innnnnnteresting..!”

Jaz looked like he was trying to hold his breath underwater, his eyeballs popping.

“Just…..uhh… fitness chicks….”

Benz’s eyes, faced away from the camera, became cold and clinical for a second, examining Jaz’s face like he was a lab rat about to be dissected.

“Hn… Right…… Guess we’ll find out what these… fitness chicks… are really about!”

The tension felt high enough that it cut through the morning sunshine before Benz signalled for the camera to stop recording, and dropped the chummy smile from his face.

“Right… let’s go.”

Jaz wrestled his fingers against one other.

“Uh.. hey Benz…..”

“Shut up.”

He flinched as Benz marched out in front whilst gesturing for everyone to follow.

***

Ten miles away, a tall figure wearing black leggings and a tight tank-top dropped the phone in her gym bag, and turned back to the young curly-haired brunette who was re-racking a 100kg bar on the squat rack, glutes and thighs pumped through bright yellow leggings wrapped around every inch of her shapely legs.

“Sorry about that… personal call,” said Zalta.

“No worries,” Clem responded, sitting up with sweat dappling her body.

She was slim, but growing, and Zalta was pleased with the work they had been doing as she already had a hell of an ass exploding behind her.

“I know that face,” the younger girl panted, a wily grin coming to her face, “you gonna tell me what you got going on?”

Zalta chuckled, her cheeks warming.

“Shut up Clem, you need to prep yourself for your next set.”

“Are you blushing?”

Zalta grunted, but the excitement was clear in the way she tried to keep her face straight, struggling to stop her mouth bursting upwards into a radiant smile.

“Oh you ARE blushing! Dayuunggg, someone’s head over heels…”

“Shut up or I’ll make you do planks for the rest of the session… But...”

She leaned in, brushing the one side of her hair back over her ear.

“… he’s totally my bitch.”

The girl whooped, and a few of the other women who were mid-cycle, bicep curl and chest press glanced over.

“What’s all the commotion?!”

“Hey Clem, why don’t you shut your ass up, the leggings are loud enough.”

Zalta smirked.

“Well… seeing as we have your attention ladies… we’re actually going to be having some guests.”

This perked them up, muscles flexing, some pausing mid-rep, their eyes keen and interested.

“Ey is this like when Clem brought that one dude for all of us?”

“Yup, barely lasted through me and Pasha before he was limp as a fish.”

Zalta smiled.

“Well… if I’ve read this guy right… I reckon he’s bringing a few twinks to meet us.”

The women’s eyes grew hungry, some of them grinning with their teeth bared a little too wide; Pasha, a raven-haired woman with fake botoxed lips, a humungous chest and a permanent resting bitch-face rippled like she was preparing to attack, her hands flexing subconsciously.

“I want one.”

“Woah, let’s see how many there are first!…”

Clem’s voice was a little higher behind Zalta.

“But… do we need to behave nicely?”

Zalta turned back to her, and spoke loud enough for the whole gym to hear.

“…….No.”

***

Dom watched Jaz as he stepped out of the car, looking like he’d just been at sea for too long, his face an odd tinge of green. Without his hat he looked strangely naked.

“You okay?”

Jaz looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion, pushing his grimace into a mirthless smile as the cameramen raised their lenses and began to follow them.

Benz was leading the way.

“So, your hat is here huh?”

“Uh.. yeah, yeah it is…..”

“Care to tell our awesome fans why??”

Jaz stammered.

“Uh.. uh because I… it was a bet…”

“A BET?”

“A… yeah… my friend… she bet me that… that I couldn’t uh… eat a raw onion,” he finished lamely.

“Thrilling,” drawled Benz, which drew canned laughter from the rest of the guys, Dom included. “Well, lead the way Columbus!”

Jaz put on his bravest face again and marched into the lift, even pausing to trip up Dom on his way in. For a moment it felt like the old times as Dom shoved back, and they jostled each other in the lift all the way up, the cameramen right up to their faces as they traded silly quips back and forth, the other guys laughing at their jibes.

“You’re nothing without your hat.. maybe you can discover a personality!”

“Did you dye your pubes blond as well?”

“Ask your mom!”

By the time they reached the top, Jaz was almost in good spirits as they jostled out to a large gym area, the cameramen fanning out either side to capture the entrance.

Huge machines were line in perfect rows, pillars with mirrors and punching bags hanging in one section, a row of treadmills and running machines lining another, looking out throw large bay windows onto the sunny Miami streets below. Heavy dance music surged through speakers arrayed around the ceiling, and the place smelled of cleaning fluid and sweat.

There was one odd thing about this particular gym that separate it from any he’d been in before.

The gym was filled entirely with gorgeous women.

The boys’ eyes all widened at the array of tight-gym gear hugging crevasses far too tightly, a woman with raven-black hair bent over a machine, her ass in the air and as plump and juicy as a freshly plucked peach. Over there a slim girl with a noticeable amount of junk in her trunk was doing lunges, a long-blond haired pornstar-lookalike doing a chest machine that was pushing her quite wonderful breasts together in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

It felt like there wasn’t enough air conditioning in the building, the air humid with the sweat of women pounding weights, others curved in floor exercises or snorting their way through deep, cheek-busting squats.

It took a long time for any of the boys to speak. Benz was the first.

“Hey this is……. perfect…. Girls in fucking lycra shorts in the gym… nothing like a bit of gratuitous ass to boost viewing figures! I bet they’d wet their fucking undies to get in a vide….”

Benz paused.

One of the girls, a heavyset black woman with her hair in a bun, clanged her hip strengthening machine back to centre, had wrested his attention. A perky bust was strapped into a dark blue sports bra, rings and gold jewellery adorning her fingers, wrists and neck. She was staring at him as she forced her similarly dark blue leggings wide, revealing her crotch pointed straight at him.

Benz’s eyes bugged out.

There was a humungous bulge in there, like a coiled snake.

“What the….”

Stu panned his camera round and froze in place as the woman’s legs slid inwards, the weight sliding back down in the machine, before she grunted and pressed her legs wide again.

Benz whinnied.

This time there was a growing tent between her thighs aiming straight at his face.

The woman winked.

Whatever Benz was thinking did not quite reach his face through the shock as he blinked, trying to understand for a moment if he was just imagining it, but there was no mistaking the now raging tent trying to split her shorts down the middle, the girl chuntering as she forced her thighs closed, open, closed, and open again, taking a lot longer to closer her legs than to open them.

It was a cock bulge.

Benz had forgotten what he was saying, forgotten everything rattling around in his head. Statistics, video plans, editing decisions, general incompetence…. Everything fell away from that woman staring into his soul, huge plump lips and long fake lashes as immovable as boulders as she continued to pump, and pump, and pump.

Her abs looked like they were made of steel, a trickle of sweat making its way between the plates, her definition obscene.

“Uh… what…”

The boys began to realise as they stared around them, with growing trepidation; It wasn’t just the girl watching Benz. Every single lady here was similarly packing in their crotch department.

The raven-haired woman bent over had shifted her legs wide so that her leggings now had a shotgun running down one inside leg; the young girl in yellow doing lunges had turned, revealing a kettle-bell bulge in the centre of her shorts.

One by one every woman in the gym showed in some way that, in no uncertain terms, they were packing prodigious heat. In response, every single man in the room began to sweat like the temperature had been ramped up to cauldron-hot.

“Holy shit….” murmured Duppie.

Dom was having a different sort of sensation, his eyes glued to a woman in the corner who was doing some sort of yoga exercise, curling her spine on all fours, first up, then down. Her rather cold features were creased into a look of deep concentration, a light sheen of sweat running down to lips that he had come to know well over the past few nights, and her pink workout gear looked like it had packed in her incredible curves with viscous disregard for how much skin was still on show.

Jessica.

Adrenaline kicked in as mind-numbing lust threatened to overtake him, his first instinct to sprint towards her, but he straightened himself, failing to wrench his gaze away as she uncurved her spine, raised her knees and elbows in tandem, , her torso and legs as straight as a bar of iron, juicy ass up in the air, just crying out to be kissed.

Dom’s mouth started watering, because he knew… none of these girls compared to Jessica. At least, not in his mind. A memory of the warmth and cosiness of her curvaceous body pumping up against his made him shiver in delight, the scent of her sweat almost tangible in the air.

Don’t look or you’ll give yourself a hard-on…’

He could already fell the heat building in his gut.

‘God don’t get hard…’

Who knows what the guys would be willing to upload for views?

Stu the camera-man managed to un-freeze, tapping Benz gently on the shoulder.

“D… did you want me to record this?”

Benz jolted, and then glowered.

“O…. o-of course you fucking idiot, do you think our audience isn’t going to be interested in a bunch of girls with boners?!?”

Stu shrugged and nodded to Frankie, the other cameraman, and then Benz adjusted his face to be overly happy again, waiting for Stu to give him the all clear. It was quite impressive how easily he slipped back in presenting mode.

*three, two, one…*

“Alright guys, HHHEEeerrree we are! Looks like we’re out looking for a gym bunny…. I think Jaz’s… FRIEND… should be nearby!”

Just as Jaz was about to start sweating again a shadow fell across them. All eyes and lenses swept up to see Zalta looming over them, a reproachful look on her face. Stu lowered his camera, lip wobbling as she gave him a single finger wag.

“Hey boys, can I help you?”

Most were speechless. Benz managed to cobble something together.

“Ah YES…. We’re ah… we’re um… looking for his… hat.”

It seemed quite stupid, but as soon as he pointed to Jaz, Zalta’s body language changed completely, her arms unfolding, turning to him with her chest coming forwards confidently, tone softer.

“Hey cutie…”

Jaz looked like he simultaneously wanted to run into her arms, out of the window and into a brick wall at the same time, managing a jerky wave of his hand.

Benz looked between Jaz and the fitness model/iron giant hybrid in confusion and growing understanding.

“No… you… and her…..?”

Jaz looked like he might have forgotten to bring his liver, his face going yellow.

“Well… Umm…”

Benz smirked.

“Goodness Jaz….. I wouldn’t have thought she was your type…”

Zalta eyed the boys with a sharp gaze, taking in the cameras and the way Benz was eyeing Jaz up like he was about to give him a wedgie and take his lunch money.

Her tone was commanding, and cut through the noise.

“No, we never did anything sexual, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Benz licked his teeth, deflated slightly at his fun being cut short, but un-scrunched his nose quickly before turning on the charm.

“Haha.. of course I wouldn’t pry… Your private lives are your private lives….”

Jaz gave Zalta a warm smile, and Zalta winked at him, maintaining her dismissive air towards Benz.

“Correct.”

Benz gestured around at the ladies in a variety of open poses, although none of them acknowledged the boys’ presence, busy in intense workouts or firing weights into the air with practiced ease.

“What exactly is this establishment?””

“It’s a gym… seems you boys have yet to visit one.”

Benz went bright red as she looked them up and down with a smirk.

“Haha…. of course, we’re too busy ah… having sex and whatnot…”

“…Sure.”

Even Benz himself cringed at the lame joke. Dom couldn’t help thinking Benz seemed resoundingly rattled by Zalta.

“… but this gym seems.. different.”

Zalta seemed somewhat proud when she responded.

“Well… it’s a space where we can work out in without bothering you fine young men with our ah… extras, you know?…. Let it all.. hang out, so to speak…”

“Right…”

Benz’s eyes lit up, flickering to the camera just to confirm that the red light was indeed on.

“.. that’s super interesting.. and why do you all have this ah… extra equipment….”

He made sure to give an obvious smile to the guys so that they either tittered back on command, or pretended to stifle laughs.

The woman smirked.

“I don’t know… same way the Lord above forgot to give you boys any, judging by the lack of any notable packages down there…”

She gestured to his crotch and Benz froze, and the boys this time all sniggered for real.

“E-excuse me?”

She grinned, nodding towards his crotch again.

“Maybe I was mistaken… But I don’t see anything in those pants… Tell me, how much action does it get between your thumb and forefinger?”

Benz went bright red, a nerve most certainly touched, and his next comment was accompanied by a light spray of spittle.

“Well, well… I didn’t realise that this gym was just full of dick-swinging freaks!”

The guys all froze, eyes wide. Benz rarely had an outburst to someone outside the crew before.

Zalta pursed her lips into a mocking pout, unfazed.

“Oooh did I offend the little boy and his baby pee-pee?”

Benz looked like a balloon about to pop, his face bright red, but as he was about to retort with vitriol Zalta waved his protests aside, taking on a calming tone.

“Relax there big boy, look, how’s this for a peace offering…”

She leant her elbow on him, making his face curl into one of disgust, and gestured to the gym.

“.. I’ll let you film in our gym, and let your rather ah…. Intrusive cameramen….”

She gestured to Frankie who was pointing a camera past them at one of the girls mid-squat, lowering in time with her to catch the full pump of her glutes in the ludicrously tight lycra leggings.

“… You advertise our gym in your video….. and in return you boys will let me and my girls here give you each a personal training session. Free of charge, to make up for me being so mean… Hell I’ll even bring Jaz his hat by the end of today if he really needs it that badly.”

Benz dampened the unsavoury look on his face. In business terms it was a no-brainer… The chance to shoot an almost certainly viral video with these super-hot freaks, to humiliate Jaz… It was all the content he needed. People loved seeing juicy secrets on the internet…..

Twenty million views, easy.

He pulled himself from under her elbow, dusting his shoulder before motioning for the cameras to roll once more.

“Would you be able to call these women in?”

Zalta smirked, and folded her arms. “It’s your show.”

Benz tried not to let the frustration show on his face, taking in a deep breath.

“Okay then…. if you gather your ah… ladies… and we can start?”

***

“WELCOME guys and girls, to DELTA gym!”

The boys all cheered, pretending to do stretches or give grousing faces to the camera as they posed their weedy biceps and stringy muscles, Jaz the only one with any definition worth flexing for.

“With me we have our Rowdy Boyz…. and here on our left we have… The DELTA GYM LADIES!”

The camera panned to a collection of women so fit and toned they looked like an Olympic volleyball team, tall with heavily toned muscles and bulging quads everywhere. Each girl seemed to have something that stood out. Zalta’s height, almost a head above the rest, Clem with her young, slim body but pert butt, Jessica with her prodigious cleavage and Pasha, the raven-haired woman with razor-sharp cheeks and a look that could freeze a man at forty paces. As well as this, the armour-plated abs of the black woman were on full display as she stood as close as possible to Benz, who looked even smaller in her shadow.

Zalta eyed Jaz with pupils that would have glowed red if they could, almost slavering from her jowls as she looked him up and down, and he gave a flushed smile out of the corner of his mouth, wary of the cameras, and Dom’s fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting as Jessica watched him with an inscrutable expression that he knew hid a mountain of affection underneath.

“… They’ve happily agreed to help us with this video by letting us into their private gym!”

The girls’ smiles became less natural as the camera panned down to their crotches, but the girls had made sure that their ‘assets’ were well tucked away before the filming had started, and the camera quickly moved on.

“Assholes,” Jessica growled under her breath to Zalta, who smirked.

Her cock ached fiercely being taped underneath her, but hopefully, the amount of boy-meat for the girls would more than make up for it.

“We’ve tracked Jaz’s hat down to one of these fine ladies, but which one??! Well, they’ve agreed to tell us… if we each agree to a personal training sessions with one of them… Are you guys ready??!”

The girls smiled and nodded.

“I hope you’re ready!” said Zalta.

“We were BORN ready,” Benz grinned.

They laughed for a few seconds.

“AND CUT!”

He clicked his fingers and motioned Stu and Frankie to heft the cameras with them, along with Fozzie who had only just caught up with them.

“Guys, get your personal cams out… Frankie and Stu, hover around… and as for the ladies…”

He smiled at the girls who all cast a stern gaze in his direction.

“… Well, I guess Jaz can go with his… friend.”

“Ah shame… Guess I get the hot one” sighed Zalta which provoked a few titters from both parties, smirking at Jaz, who seemed excited and scared in equal measure, docile like a puppy before he was led away.

Benz watched them go with a nasty look, before turning to the rest of the ladies.

“… And I’ll go wiiiiiith….

He pointed at Jessica.

“….you.”

Something in Dom’s temple pulsed.

Jessica didn’t move a muscle.

“No.”

Benz turned on the charm, “look, for the video let’s-“

Jessica replied with a harsh enough tone that he paused mid-sentence.

“I said no.”

She followed up by walking to Dom and snaring him by the collar, before pulling him unceremoniously away from the group.

“Come.”

He couldn’t help a tiny smile up at her as he was led away.

“…”

“I think she likes him,” Duppie chuckled, and the rest joined in. He hadn’t yet realised the cold-faced woman was watching him like a hawk, the barest flicker of her upper lip hinting at mirth.

Benz, who didn’t like being out of control, looked like he was going to say something spiteful, but managed to reign it in, taking a deep breath in through his nose before turning to the rest of the women. The black woman slowly slipped a studded tongue out of her mouth, and made a circle across her lips, leaving them wet. Her nostrils flared, bringing his attention to the silver-nose ring, delicate and at odds with her lustful gaze.

Benz felt a chill inhabit his body. This woman gave off a sense of danger he was quite unfamiliar with, and almost certainly unprepared for. He broke eye contact quickly, fidgeting with his shirt, instead focusing his attention on the cold-faced woman.

“Alright then…. how about y-“

The cold-faced woman grabbed Duppie so fast he barely had time to say “Oh!” before he was being manhandled almost violently towards the treadmills.

“-ou…”

Benz watched them go with a somewhat lost expression, his arms falling to his sides.

“Well…”

The bruising black woman stepped a little closer.

He bristled, the colour leaving his face.

“I’I think I’ll go with-“

He looked over at the younger girl who smirked and jumped straight into Mark’s arms, and Mark staggered back, falling to the mat with her on top of him.

“Wooo! Floor exercises already?” she asked with a cheeky grin, and Mark started laughing with her, although he let out a small wheeze as her hand snaked down and openly grabbed between his legs.

“OOhhf!”

Benz looked at the pair with incredulity, then at the camera man who was zooming in on the hand openly grabbing Mark’s crotch, kneading at the small, lumpy collection of objects inside Mark’s trackie bottoms that was obviously his cock and balls.

“Stu, are you getting thi-“

Something came into contact with his side, and he looked sideways, and then up into the face of the black woman standing far too intimately in his personal space. She looked ravenous. He could feel the heat from her rock-hard abs as they pressed against his arm, the two-piece gym-gear leaving open midriff where her sweat could rub against his skin.

“Name’s Jewell. What’s your name boy?”

“U-uh… that’s a little friendly of you!” he said in a charming, internet-personality vlogger voice, although it was far higher pitched than usual. “Maybe you need a lesson in manners!”

“OH trust me, I’m reaaal friendly,” she said in a hoarse voice that sounded like she ate gravel every day for fun, “…. now, I ain’t gonna ask again… What’s your name?”

“B-benz!….. You probably know me, leader of the Rowdy Bo-”

A huge, calloused hand touched his bicep, not hard, just enough to squeeze the meagre amount of muscle there.

“…. Leader huh?”

Benz felt his extremities go numb, the winning smile on his face faltering towards dislike and outright fear.

“Ah… Yup! Now, I reckon we should start on the b-“

She grabbed and pulled him before he had finished his sentence.

“-icycles…?!”

His face twisted between fear and disdain as he was pulled towards the squat rack, Stu following and getting as close to her prodigiously toned ass as possible, panning up to the back muscles rippling like a hive of small creatures all working together to shift her mighty frame.

She looked like a woman who lived in the gym, a power-lifter in all senses of the word, glutes rippling with each step as the thick muscles in each huge butt-cheek contorted and released.

Benz whimpered as he was manhandled away from everyone else towards the squat rack tucked into the corner, staring at the ass leading him on like a siren’s call.

Each woman and boy split off to their respective sections of the gym, the cameramen doing their best to follow the action.

***

Duppie couldn’t believe his luck.

A super-hot girl was basically wrestling him towards the treadmills, her red-glossed nails just as perfectly cut as the rest of her, although there was nothing dainty about the strong hand clamped around his wrist, or the one shoving his lower back.

Duppie wasn’t short by any means, the woman matching his height of 6’1, but she dwarfed him in attitude, her eyes regarding him with a coldness that couldn’t dim the attraction he felt towards her.

He’d never been intimate with a girl with fake lips…. or such obviously fake breasts.

He checked his mic again, whilst eyeing her melons and crotch, but her bulge was tucked away somewhere. It had been pretty big from what he remembered from earlier…. Not a dealbreaker though, he thought to himself.

Duppie prided himself on being rather more accepting of differing sexualities, unlike some of the other members of the team who were a little stuck in the noughties with their humour.

A treadmill was presented to him.

“On.”

Obediently he stepped on and attached his go-pro camera to the side whilst wondering if he was straight, bi, gay, or none of the above for being attracted to this woman who had certainly been packing heat less than ten minutes ago. He glanced back at the sleek black hair, killer body and chest bazookas which seemed to magically remain upright in spite of any pesky theoretical laws of gravity. Her jaw looked surgically straight, cheeks sharp.

There was nothing in his head telling him no.

“So… what’s your name?”

“Pasha.”

“I’m Duppie…. Guess you’re gonna put me through my paces huh!”

She didn’t respond and pressed a button that made the conveyer belt start to move.

“Walk.”

As he started to walk, Frankie nearby pointed a lens in their direction, and he tried to push into his ‘vlogger persona’.

Anything for views.

“What are we doing then baaaabe? Reckon you could beat me in a race?”

She rolled her eyes.

“No, we warm up.”

Her accent was sharp; Eastern European, with no warmth at all.

“Oh right! Well… of course… shame we aren’t racing… I reckon I’d beat ya!”

A studious, intense look appeared on her face.

“You like beating?”

…Content, curiosity and heated urges dictated his answer.

“Urm… Yeah!”

Her hand flew to his ass, and a nasty raw burning sensation ripped through his ass cheek as she spanked him so hard he was nearly sent through the window overlooking the street.

*SMACK*

“OWW!”

“You like it when I beat you?”

His voice had gone embarrassingly high-pitched for a moment as he almost fell of the treadmill, recovering his balance, face red.

“A-actually.. no..!”

Frankie weaved the camera close to them as Duppie adjusted, flustered.

“..I didn’t give you permission to moles-“

Pasha grabbed Duppie’s throat, and he clucked as she dragged him off of the treadmill and pushed him up hard against the window overlooking the street and building opposite, rows of people in offices hunched over computers, switched off to the world around them.

“HLK-… glhh-!“

“I don’t need permission to fuck you like a dog, whore-slut.”

The cameraman temporarily took his eye from the lens, a worried look on his face as the woman shoved her thigh straight between Duppie’s, making the man gasp.

“You want to ride me?” she spat; what looked like a furious demon leering under the botoxed mask that was her spotless, perfect white face.

“N… no…” he whimpered, as her powerful thigh began to massage between his legs.

She seemed to hide passion and aggression beneath the perfect flawless skin stretched across her face rather than express it, but Duppie, even with his poor attention, began to notice the signs that this woman was not to be trifled with – the smell of a sharp, chemical perfume she was wearing, the kind that makes you scrunch your nose, seeing the way her lips glistening like she was some sort of drooling hyena.

“… Why not?” he managed.

Her grip on his throat lessened, but then he was being guided one hundred and eighty degrees to face the window.

“Hands forwards.”

“But wh-“

She reached around and his balls were suddenly being constricted brutally, the potential for real pain blossoming in his brain as she squeezed his testicles.

“Uhn! What-”

“No questions.”

He did as he was told, and the hand that had his grapes locked tight was suddenly slithering to his banana, diving into his pants and engaging with anything it could find.

“OHhh-ohhh!-“

The cameraman hesitated before homing in, careful to stay just out of shot, sniggering to himself as the woman began to masturbate Duppie whilst dry-humping him from behind.

“Hn-Hn-Hn,” she grunted, a wild bull in heat as Duppie’s face was squished up against the glass, tight ripples of pleasure zipping up his spine from his crotch as her tight fist chugged the boyish erection.

Then she reached into her leggings and began to pull them down.

As if by magic, a hardening cock flopped out of the front, Pasha flicking a piece of tape away with a relieved expression before her demeanour became carnal once more, grabbing Duppie’s pants and boxers. In one smooth motion, she pulled them down to reveal a rather un-athletic ass that looked good for nothing other than to be spanked, and an erection far smaller but no less eager than the one behind it.

Pasha sated a portion of her aggression with a sharp hand on his behind.

*Thwap!*

“OhH!”

Duppie couldn’t move… he was too scared, and too excited to turn himself away from it.

Cool air conditioning flitted over the harsh sting on his naked left butt-cheek.

He had just got spanked by a woman with a penis.

The woman gave another meaty *SMACK*, Duppie bleating, shivering as she managed to get the exact same spot.

“Yes… stay,” she hissed.

Then Pasha grabbed a bag nearby, producing a bottle so quickly it looked like a well-rehearsed routine, before upending it over her womanhood. Duppie made a small choking noise as he turned his head to see a healthy eight-inch veiny dick with thick tendons flexing up and down with each pulse of Pasha’s heartbeat as transparent liquid was spread across its length.

‘That’s… woah that’s humungous…’

“Did… was one of your parents a horse?” he managed, his voice high and scared.

She ignored him, spreading the liquid with a few firm pumps of her fingers across her thick shaft, sliding up and down in loud syrupy *shhlicks*that made his heart pound with a combination of fear and excitement, before she gently eased him around via his naked ass until he was up against the glass.

“Legs wider.”

He slowly shifted wider, not quite believing that he was obeying so easily.

‘Holy shit, I’m bending over to get fucked… I’m bending over to get fucked…’

The swamp monster jutting from her groin began closing the distance to his naked ass, and he also noted through the beads of sweat on his forehead that Frankie was still aiming the camera squarely at his rear end.

He was about to be reamed on tape.

Frankie’s mouth had fallen open as he watched the shiny eight-incher being directed squarely at Duppie’s butthole, and felt a searing indecision at the scenario.

Should he help? Should he simply record for content?

After a brief pause during which time a small titter of fear left Duppie’s mouth, and Frankie felt a weird heat building in his gut, he pressed the camera to his eye as she lined up with Duppie’s anus.

‘It’s not like they give out bonuses or anything….’

The wet tip touched a spot just north of his asshole and the boy shivered, nails turning into claws against the glass as Pasha gave a gentle “Shhhhhh…. shhh you calm for me….”

Her low, steady voice was in contrast to Duppie’s pounding heart, his insides feeling like a timelapse of a normal human anatomy as adrenaline surged through his arms and legs. It was all happening incredibly fast.

“I’m going in now, yes?”

“O…kay,” he murmured back, shaking.

She pushed her hips, and Duppie felt a monster knocking on his back door.

He tensed up instinctively.

Pasha whispered into his ear.

“Shhhh… shhhh easy baaabbby…..”

Her voice sounded thick with saliva, like her poufy lips were wet, frothing at the mouth for his ass, and somehow the deep, juicy glee she was drawing from this made him relax somewhat, untensing his butthole.

The moment it happened, the head of her cock pressed into his widened asshole, Duppie gasped as he felt another human pushing into his body for the first time, an inch’s worth of mushroomy helmet forcing its way into his ass.

“HHhhuh…Hnnn…..”

Pasha shivered, and her hands tightened on his hips, nails digging in slightly, making him wince.

“That’s it…. I… go deeper…”

She slid in another few inches, and Duppie gripped the window with a white face like he was in a horror movie, although his expression was scrunched into a look of pained determination.

“HNnnn!”

“Uh-“

She uttered a cut-off choke of pleasure as the sensations of a tight asshole wrapped around half of her cock temporarily filled her mind.

Frankie bleated and lowered the camera, turning away.

It freaked him out too much to record it… especially because he found himself confronting his own weird feelings bubbling up inside…. and hell, they probably couldn’t upload this anyway….

He looked around at the others in the gym for guidance, but most were lost in the company of their partners apart from a few women who were watching on with hungry expressions. A blond pornstar-looking woman on a bicycle locked eyes with him, and butterflies began to multiply in his stomach as she blew him a kiss, her sweaty cleavage seemingly aimed in his direction before he quickly switched to look at Benz who was looking anywhere possible for some sort of support, the black woman looming over him, tipping his chin back with a mean look.

The moment he found Frankie’s gaze, Benz motioned to get the camera on Duppie and Pasha with an angry look on his face, mouthing “FILM IT!”

Frankie couldn’t help enjoying the way the black woman immediately grabbed Benz’s face and smushed it before he could continue.

He had more than met his match there.

When Frankie turned back to Duppie, a shiver went up his spine as he saw the young man’s asshole brutally wide, Pasha’s hog of a cock spreading his rim like a rubber band as the boy quivered. Her hands came over the backs of his own, and intertwined with them.

“Squeeze,” she breathed into his ear, and he whimpered, clenching tight as she pushed her hips, causing a sliding, searching pain inside Duppie’s stomach combined with a weird something that might have been pleasure which made his butt arch slightly.

“Hnn-hh-hnnn-!”

Everything in his stomach was being bullied aside to make space for her womanhood.

*pfft*

A tiny fart escaped him, and Pasha let out a derisive snort, the first time he had heard this stern creature give any sense of humour as he gave an embarrassed chuckle between his deep-chested wheezes.

“Ah.. s-sorry…Mmnuh…..”

“Hn… looks like you needed to make a bit more space for me…”

“Nnn-Nookayy,” he managed, face heating up to the point he was sure he looked like a tomato.

She pushed, and Duppie felt skin on his ass. He looked back in shock to see her hips were sandwiched snuggly against his butt-cheeks.

“Well… I think we found the space we need.”

It was entirely inside him.

“Oh….”

“Yes… all gone…. surprised?” she said, and for the first time an attempt at a smile formed on her lips, hampered by the Botox that had clearly been administered in large quantities. It ended up as more of a tight look of consternation.

“Um… yeah,” he uttered lamely, sweat dappling his brow as he tried not to move a muscle.

“It’s okay,” she said, rubbing his shoulder, “I won’t keep it in all the time.. just some of the time.”

Something massive flexed inside his abdomen, and he bleated as his toes curled - It seemed to rub places it shouldn’t be rubbing against, provoking a warm, growing pleasure that was spilling into other parts of his body, his fingers twitching, knees beginning to shake.

“Wh-whuhhhh….whhohhh hey th-that’s….”

“… Good?” she hissed, biting into his neck which made him freeze like a cowed animal.

“Uhn!”

Frankie watched on with shock, camera forgotten, bending over a little to try and nudge his erection from the centre of his shorts because the girl’s ass was perfectly toned, and below it her bollocks looked like the most virulent pair he’d ever seen, two smooth, hairless wrecking balls that completely covered Duppie’s own in their shadow.

Do your job, he told himself, tucking his hard cock under his beltline so he could stand a little straighter, pulling the camera up and swinging round to the side, managing to sneak a look at Duppie’s equally hard rock-hard boy-cock, a five-incher that looked quite pitiful next to the raging monster inhabiting his ass.

It was David vs Goliath… and David was getting his slingshot shoved up his ass.

Frankie swung back around to get a better look at the incredible ass of Pasha as her glutes flexed and unflexed…

As Frankie stared, something slithered around his waist.

He took his eye from the camera and looked down in surprise to see pink-nailed hands snaking up his own chest.

A lock of blond hair brushed close to his cheek, and a head appeared over his shoulder, chin coming to rest on it. Powerful, pretty arms tightened around him.

Eyes of electric blue hoodwinked his gaze, seeming to transmit an energy so vibrant that Frankie felt like he’d taken some sort of drug, the world framing her face blurred, his surroundings no longer important as perfect white skin, dainty lashes and a knowing gaze filled his vision.

She began a conversation far too close in his personal space, close enough it almost hurt his eyes.

“Hi,” she smiled, although her eyes still radiated that burning, sun-like energy, “I’m Courtney.”

“H…Hi…C-Courtney…”

Frankie wasn’t a talker. He recorded other people with loud personalities, and stayed silent whilst watching. No wit or charm came to his lips for the Instagram athlete barbie holding him in a death grip. She was so close that when she whispered he could feel the small spurts of breath hitting his face.

“This is the part where you say your name.”

“F… Frankie…. I-I’m not one of the Rowdy B-“

She slipped a hand below his waist and cupped his junk.

“-oyz!..“

“I know you’re not… I think it’s cute…. and hey, everyone likes a guy who knows how to handle some big equipment.”

She squeezed. The moment her fingers tightened around the tent in his trousers, Frankie knew with prideless certainty that he would do exactly what this woman wanted with no further questions.

“Like what you see?” she murmured, her eyes flicking briefly to Duppie, who was mewling as Pasha hugged him tight, her hips shunting the boy’s rear end firmly, soft *plap-plap-plaps* that echoed with the beautiful music of skin on skin, Duppie’s knees unable to bend because Pasha was fucking upwards, keeping him in a receiving position, his panicked breath fogging the glass.

Frankie whimpered at the other boy being broken mere metres away.

“I… just…”

“You know what? On second thoughts, you were right the first time, you shouldn’t talk,” she giggled with a ditzy, but dangerous tone, “Why don’t you let me do the talking from now on?”

He made to open his mouth, then closed it, nodding,

“Smart boy. Now, I know this is forward but… I think I’m gonna have sex with you right on the floor of this gym.”

Frankie’s chest tightened, and a dim part of him suggested that he was genuinely having a heart attack because this girl was so beautiful and forward… Her charm seemed so effortless that she was probably used to having this effect on people.

“I… o-okay..”

She slid her hand down and gripped his balls, making him mewl whilst shoving what felt like a hot cucumber hiding inside her leggings into the crack of his ass. At the base, he felt two peaches nudging.

Her cock and balls were rubbing against him, hard and definitely excited.

“-uuuhnn-.. that’s…. hoh that’s a-”

“… Yeah… that’s my dick…. and I’m gonna put it in you, because you’re too pretty not to have a girlfriend Frrrrankieee…..”

She combined the hard erection pressed up against him with squeezes of his growing hardness and a slide of her fleshy package through his buns.

“..oOOhh-“

“… You’re the type of guy that loves being bitch-meat for big dicks… oh I can see how much you like watching… that’s why I needed to get you… before you get addicted….”

“A-addicted..?”

“Yeah.. I’ll be doing to you what Pasha is doing to that guy…. except…”

Her voice became viper-sharp as Frankie glanced to see Duppie’s eyes scrunched tight, being fucked deep by the cold woman.

“…I’m not as sweet as Pasha…”

***

Duppie moaned as Pasha slowly ground her hips against his, giving him no room to breathe.

The cock had found a special place inside him, and was now nuzzling it heavily, forcing sounds from his mouth that he had never made before, and hoped never to make again…. But the pleasure of it kept his legs up, his hands firm against the glass, the scream of humiliation and fear that threatened to release dormant.

Pasha gorged on him.

He felt it in the way her cock throbbed inside him, the way she kissed wet and slobbery on his neck… The urgency in how quickly she kept herself sheathed within him, as if he might bolt for the door if she let him out of her clutches for a split-second.

“Hmmm… Now we reaaally fuck.”

“Wh-wha?-”

Pasha reversed all eight inches…. and then slammed them deep into his ass.

*PLAP*

“UUHHN!”

He let out a whore gasp of surprise that echoed just loud enough over the top of the gym music that people might have heard it, but Duppie wasn’t able to consider any of that, as Pasha had just started to unlock something deeply forbidden within him.

“Ohh that’s… that’s… P-Pash-“

*PLAP*

“UUUHNNnuh!”

He moaned, knees beginning to shake.

Heat was building inside him, but he wasn’t touching his cock.

“P-Pasha… holy shit-“

*PLAP*

“UUUUUUUUGHHuiuuh…… H-oh my god…”

Then, as she wrapped her arms tight around him, the tiniest titter came to his side, her breath hot, saliva trickling onto his earlobe.

“…. I’m keeping you.”

Then she unloaded, and powerful quads and thighs slung her hips against his buttocks at such speed that the sound was an odious mixture of syrupy wetness and skin-on-skin.

*SCHLAPP-SCHLAPP-SCHALPP!”

“OHH-MMuhh-uhghgu-uhh!”

He couldn’t cry out loud because she fucked the air out of his lungs with each thrust, his body trembling every time she slammed herself into him, no longer engaged in lovemaking but nasty, animal rutting as Pash heaved behind him, and Duppie felt a wet warmth spread inside him.

He realised he was feeling her pre-cum spread against his insides.

“Oohhh shhiit,” he mewled, his legs shaking as she tore him a new asshole.

*SCHLAP-SCHLAPP-SCHLAPP!*

“Hnnhgnhn.”

It took a moment to work out that the low-pitched murmuring behind him was a slobbering chuckle.

She was laughing as she fucked him.

He tried to turn back as she sheathed herself, nearly hitting the side of his head on the glass from the force of the thrust as he looked back into the eyes of a demon, her mouth barely changing from its original straight line, but he only needed to see the fire in her eyes, pupils dilated, the trails of spit running from both corners of her mouth, to know that she was too far gone to reason with.

The only thing he could do was take the pounding she bestowed upon his mortal soul.

*SCHLAP-SCHLAP-*

“OOHhh-ooohhhhu-“

A deep heat was building within him, one which was going to achieve a crescendo so high that it would break him.

Duppie felt a droplet of sweat roll from his forehead down near his eye, cringing, emasculated by the woman whose balls were slapping into his with gusto as he watched the people down below trundling idly by, rushing to offices, shops or beaches.

Her wrecking balls slapped into his once more and he mewled at the sensation.

Then Pasha began to whine like a girl who was about to orgasm, and Duppie’s dick flexed, trickles of cum beginning to roll down the side as she deposited another warning shot of pre-cum in his belly.

The heat inside him was too much, the pressure building, some force that his brain was screaming not to give into….

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum-…”

The words escaped his lips, and it sent Pasha into such a frenzy that it almost felt like someone had just inserted a jackhammer into his ass.

“OHHm-!”

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

Saliva was collecting at the corners of his mouth as he was pressed fully against the glass, Pasha’s arms around him, holding him tight in a fuck-hug that he could not escape, juddering as she pounded her throbbing womanhood over and over into his ass.

*PFWAP-PFWAP-PFWAP*

“Ohhhh-hhhhohuhh-“

“I’M GONNA-!”

His back arched, ecstasy ripping through him as his cock spewed with nothing whatsoever touching it, long lines that painted the wall in front of him as Pasha murdered his ass.

“OH-!”

A hand clamped tight to his mouth just in time to cut off the first sopping wet whore-moan, leaving instead a damp “Mmmhh!!!-“ as his legs shook, and his eyes rolled upwards.

“Yeah, yeah cum for me,” she whinnied into his ear, his asshole tightening like a fist around her cock.

Line after line spattered neatly against the glass, criss-crossing as Duppie’s dick bounced up and down, the vicious intimacy too much for him to handle.

“MMPH-“

It was the final straw for her too as her muse’s arms trembled, and her balls tightened.

“Hun!”

It blasted so hard inside his belly that it was like someone had stuck a fire hose in the centre of his chest and let it rip full blast, a flood of warmth spreading from his sternum all the way down to the bottom of his abdomen.

“MMPHHHH!!”

They juddered together, in the throes of utter ecstasy, grunting and whimpering like animals.

Her hand clamped tighter to his face, to the point his face was going purple over how hard she was gripping it. Toes curled, sweat dripped from her chin onto the back of his shirt as they rocked together.

Across the road in the office, someone stared idly out and nearly spilt their coffee over themselves as they saw a young man’s crazed smile as his tiny cock squirted all over the window he was being fucked against; an enraged, terrifyingly beautiful women mid gurn as she smashed his rear end with what looked like a manhood that wouldn’t have shamed a donkey.

The man blinked, and then quietly took a video for a few seconds before lowering the blinds.

It had been a long day…. and he didn’t want anyone knowing he was going to masturbate to this tonight.

***

Dom felt like he was floating as he was pushed in front of Jessica, her expression showing nothing that bore a resemblance to happiness, yet the fingers around his neck and her obvious impatience to get him alone gave away just how much she wanted him.

“Happy to see me?” he said, his camera down by his side as he rubbed her arm.

“Hush bitch,” she replied, “You will not be smiling later.”

He leaned back on her for a moment, checking Stu or Frankie weren’t following them yet, before looking up at her with a grin.

“I think I will.”

At this the first smile of the day cracked on her face, like a rock face parting to reveal a countryside vista.

“…. shut your mouth, slut.”

“Okay Mama.”

Jessica’s grip tightened on his shoulder as she let out an ugly chuckle, her thumb digging nastily into the muscle. He was sure she was breathing unnecessarily close to his ear.

“Move baby.”

Dom did as he was told, excited to be grabbed and pushed towards some back-related machines in one corner.

‘I’ve really gone off the deep end haven’t I?’

“I thought you said you weren’t a personal trainer?”

She put a hand around his waist, and pulled him into a tandem seat on the back-row machine, his ass between her legs, almost making it look they were about to exercise.

“I’m not.… but I would like to test your limits…”

Her arm wrapped around him and hugged him.

“Oh, what sort of limits are we talking here?” he smirked, feeling all his inhibitions melt as he gazed back into the emotionless expression on her face, one that he knew hid a deep well of passion and burning lust.

“Hmm… how loud can I make you moan in the gym…”

The fact that she was staring at him without blinking, he had come to realise, was a rather flattering way of showing that nothing else in the room mattered. Not Zalta, not the feast of young twinks on show… just him.

As she came close to him, she uttered in his ear.

“… because otherwise I will be making you squeal like a pig tonight.”

“Promises,” he whispered back, thrilling at the tightness of her hug, the safety in her warm arms.

Her teeth nipped at his ear, and Dom had to keep in a strained huff, eyeing Frankie nearby who was currently circling a woman shoving Duppie onto a treadmill.

“She seems…severe, Mnn,” he managed between fluttering kisses on his neck, gesturing towards the woman as her teeth came to his neck.

“Mmf!”

“Mmm….And I am not?”

“Well.. Maybe I found your sensitive side,” he muttered, feeling the teeth marks she had left before leaning back into her pillowy breasts.

“….Maybe?” she whispered into his ear, her hand sliding up his inside leg.

“I-I mean you’re the most sensitive woman in the world,” he corrected quickly with a quick kiss on her chin, before checking Stu who was approaching. “Okay, let’s do some exercises without doing anything too crazy please?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“And why can’t I be crazy?”

“Because you’re going to bend me into a pretzel later,” he muttered quickly, and this seemed to draw out a satisfied smile.

The moment the large black lens appeared next to them, Jessica thankfully turned into business mode and grabbed the handles of the lat machine, pulling them down. He tried not to think about how swollen and sexy her biceps looked whilst flexing.

“Hold.”

Dom grabbing them, making sure to avoid looking at the camera.

‘Don’t forget content….’

He put on his snarky ‘Dizzy Dom’ voice, one which felt increasingly less like himself in recent weeks.

Acting 101.

“So…. gonna put me through my paces PT Jess?”

He felt the legs either side of his tighten threateningly, and his heart beat faster.

“Pull.”

He did.

The bar didn’t budge an inch. It felt like he was trying to pull down the ceiling.

She snorted.

“You trying?”

“I am… trying…” he muttered, flexing his meagre muscles whilst growing steadily more annoyed as the camera zoomed in on his expression.

Dom tried with all his might, almost lifting himself off the floor before dropping back down.

“… sorry I’m… not related to any gorillas!” he heaved after his arms dropped to his sides.

“Shut up, arms back up,” she snapped, slapping a hand against his ass.

*Smack*

Dom whimpered, then tried to play for a laugh by glancing at the camera.

“OOF…. I….I think she likes me!”

A low growl from behind made him shiver.

‘Crap… I better not push my luck….’

He put his hands back on the bar, and felt two large fists wrap around his.

“Pull.”

He pulled, and felt incredible pressure from Jessica’s hands.

The bar came down easily, and they continued to do twelve repetitions, Jessica making it look effortless. It made his insides queasy feeling just how much stronger she was than him, whilst also adding to the giddiness at the thought of being wrapped up by her.

‘She could fuck me whenever she wants, and I wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it…..’

His eyes widened as he felt heat rush south, the camera lens still rotating around them.

“Hey, maybe switch to one of the others,” Dom muttered to Stu after a few moments, “there’s a lot to cover.”

“Sure…. hey, don’t forget to turn your camera on.”

“Yeah… yeah…”

Dom slowly brought his forgotten camera out and attached it to the side of the machine, facing them as Stu wandered off.

The moment he sat back down between her legs with the red light flashing, Jessica reached down and gently cupped his balls.

“Mmmn… are you hiding something from me?” her hot breath murmured into his ear.

“Stop it,” he giggled, checking nervously that no cameras other than his own were still around whilst his nutsack was being massaged.

“Or what,” she murmured back, squeezing him so he was almost struggling to breathe, her hand tightening on his package.

“NNNh!”

He took a few seconds to compose himself.

“If you don’t s-stop… I won’t jerk you off…..”

He reached back behind his ass and began to rub where her dick should have been, finding smoothness.

“What, looking for something?” she teased.

“Hmph… your dick, obviously,” he whispered, taking his hands away.

“Ha…. Wait.”

Jessica reached down and rustled for something.

“Now.”

When he brought his hands back, they found the familiar thick fleshy bar that Dom had grown accustomed to over the past week. He caressed it immediately, finding deep, soul-warming comfort in the aggressively taut tendons, the subtle pulsing between his fingers.

Gently, lovingly, he began to wank her off.

“Just play along… and I’ll be your little bitch tonight,” Dom said in his least masculine voice, all whispered girlishness, adding a little giggle at the end for extra effect.

Jessica moaned and rubbed his own crotch with a tighter grip, making him mewl at her hand covering his entire tented package easily.

“You better be a good boy…..Hnnn..”

“I’ll be the best boy for Mama….”

Just as they were getting going, the dick beginning to throb harder with each tightening stroke that he applied to it, Dom glanced back and caught Stu’s mirthful expression bobbing closer through the lines of equipment, camera cocked on his shoulder.

“Stop,” Dom muttered quickly, reluctantly trying to push her cock back beneath her waistband and attempting to prize the hand clasping his junk. Jessica kept her hand rock solid, unbowed.

She even squeezed a little, making Dom’s cheeks flush.

“So are you ashamed of me?”

“NO! No I’m… just we can’t… on camera…”

“Why not,” she grunted, a little less effeminately, into his ear, “you did before….”

“Mama,” he whispered as the camera came within a few metres, snaking his hand back to brutally wank the shaft between her legs, “you’re mine…… just help me get through this… after all, I am moving in soon…. then you can fuck me every day.”

She managed a tight smile as her dick pulsed, her tone lustful and stilted as if she were struggling to contain herself.

“… Mnn… very well…”

“Thanks… Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The camera returned just as Dom managed to somehow wrestle the fleshy crowbar back into Jessica’s yoga pants, and dickhead Dom mode was instantly activated.

“Now PT Jessica, what do I need to do?!?!?”

“It’s simple.”

She got up, and Dom’s eyes bugged out as the huge bulge coming to rest across her left hip was displayed next to his face as she leant over and moved the key to a lighter weight.

Stu immediately noticed the yoga pants not-so-subtly containing a holstered baton and his eyebrows rose, tracking to make sure he got it in shot.

“This time, you try easier,” said Jessica, her legs wide and proud.

Dom stared for a moment, swept away by the strength and beauty of this woman, before trying to instil some overly positive energy into his voice whilst pushing down rising levels of panic.

‘Stu has footage of Jessica’s crotch bulge next to me….’

“Ha, n-no problem!”

He tried to keep his expression eager and silly, pulling once more with muscles which felt almost pointless at this point.

They didn’t budge.

“Um… can I get some help here woman?” he exclaimed loudly, puffing up his chest as he managed to lose himself in the ‘Dizzy-Dom’ persona for a moment, the lens swinging close to his face, “seems like you spent too much time in the kitchen!”

Jessica looked unimpressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry slut….”

She stood close and a sharp pain on the back of his head made him wince as she cuffed him. It deflated him immediately, and Stu’s choked laugh caused Dom’s cheeks to warm as Jessica took the pin from one of the heaviest weights, to one of the medium ones.

“… I forgot you were weak.”

She came to stand next to him, and this time she stood with her crotch directly up to his face, to the point he could almost feel the heat coming off it, the pink yoga-pants stretched to breaking point by the iron bar.

‘Look away… Don’t stare at it…..’

He stared at it like a child staring at unopened candy.

Then the camera was there.

Dom felt his insides churning as the camera zoomed in on his pathetic expression, lips wet as he surveyed the proud estate of Jessica’s veiny shaft throbbing through the pink yoga pants. She had taken his breath away in an instant, and now stood over him proudly, displaying her superiority… showing him his place.

His brain started working again far too late to save the situation.

“… Well I… I just….. maybe I just need the right trainer!”

She came and sat back down, and when she did, the iron bar was sitting against his lower back, wrapping him up and pulling his face close so he could smell the heavy perfume on her neck.

“Am I not the right trainer?”

The air stopped in his throat as she wrestled his face to hers, heart pounding as he was presented with the most kissable lips on the planet, golden skin that looked good enough to run his tongue across, eyes that searched his own and found his soul quivering and ready for submission.

His lips parted slightly, cradled in her arms.

“Uh…..”

She brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead, smiling.

“You should remember who you speak to.”

The handle was pushed into his hands, and Dom somehow managed to slow his spinning head as he grasped it, noticing the camera was still there beside them.

Stu was diligently recording them being intimate.

‘Is this it? Am I telling everyone I’m a transsexual pornstar’s boyfriend now?”

The camera was probably staring at the pink outline of a dick pressing against his lower back. Dom tried to keep his legs close, hoping Stu hadn’t spotted his own erection poking meagrely against the inside of his pants.

“Pull,” she commanded, hugging him tight to from behind, her arms clamped over his front like rollercoaster restraints.

He tried and put his whole weight into pulling back the handle, which obstinately refused to move.

“Um…. Could I… get the weights a little lower again,” he asked, defeated.

She tittered.

“Ohhhh, of course, bitch.”

Dom felt his insides shrivel as the unblinking eye of Stu’s camera aimed straight at their faces.

“Jess stop,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

She gave an insolent look.

“Why?”

He whimpered and put on his bravest face, dredging up what was left of Dizzy-Dom.

“B-because this is TERRIBLE personal training! Honestly I-“

He made to stand up, but didn’t even budge against her easy back-hold. The muscles squeezed tighter, and he let out the sound of a cowed dog as his lungs were constricted for a moment.

“I think someone needs to stay quiet and stop being naughty.”

Jessica smirked at the camera as Stu watched, unable to contain his grin as Dom was kept firmly cowed, barely able to breathe let alone escape her clutches.

“Can… can we cut for a second?” Dom whimpered, wriggling in Jessica’s grip as her hand snaked down to his belly, threatening to grab for his crotch.

Stu shrugged after a moment and finally brought the camera from his eye, regarding the pair with a snicker.

“Fine…. you sure you don’t want this for content Dom?”

He almost managed to say it with a straight face, raising the camera to get a little more of Jessica’s huge palm enclosing Dom’s throbbing hardness..

“Piss off,” Dom spat, wriggling, “go… record Benz or something.”

Jessica decided to help his face flush by fully reached down and grabbed Dom’s crotch.

“HNN!”

“Sure thing,” Stu said, chuckling, waiting for a moment to enjoy Dom’s squirming humiliation, before traipsing off.

The moment Stu stepped away, Jessica snaked a hand into Dom’s hair, and violently pulled him back into a deep, tongue-fucking kiss, the kind that almost makes you choke as she groaned into his face, vibrating his head with the force of it.

“MMMMMHHhhhh!”

“Glmh-“

Dom let himself be mouth-raped, enjoying her tongue slapping his like a cowed pup, demanding to be sucked which he duly did with feeling, whimpering back into his mama, gripping tight to the hand across his belly. His other hand reached up to make sure she stayed in the kiss, finding a few wisps of hair at the back of her neck.

Stu quietly pointed his camera backwards as he retreated, zooming in on the lovers as their lips parted just long enough to see the two tongues sliding into each other’s mouths before leaving with a snorted chuckle that neither participant heard.

Looks like Dom had no issues with a girl packing heat.

The two lovers delved into each other until they no longer cared about anything else around them.

They moaned and sucked, tickled and exchanged small notes of affection until Jessica’s tongue had sated it’s inquisitiveness for now, retreating from the edge of Dom’s throat, a lurid wet noise signalling the suction ending.

*Shlurrp*

The pair took a few seconds, eyes closed, to enjoy the feeling of their wet lips parting.

“Mmuh…. I… That’s really.. really nice but… can we just save all this for a bit later?” Dom panted.

“Why,” she whispered back, the notes of a smile playing around her mouth.

“Because… Oh fuck just….. you can do whatever you want to me tonight! I’ll ride you like a pony!” He pleaded, “please just play along for the cameras??”

“I will claim you tonight regardless…. now kiss me.”

“Mama, not here,” he urged.

She growled, slithering a hand up to grasp his neck, making Dom bleat.

“Perhaps you forgot that you are mine… No-one will come between me and my bitch, not for a single minute. Not for a single second,” she snarled, Dom whimpering in her grip before she softened with that subtle smile reserved for only a chosen few. “Now, kiss me.”

Dom leant back and quickly pushed his lips up to meet hers.

“Mmh.”

They met gently, and Dom simply enjoyed the warm wetness of her lips, the way the gloss made their lips stick together as they finally broke it.

“Mmmh…..”

Her covered tits were glorious cushions for him to lie back on.

‘We really need to watch a movie together like this.’

He added it to his personal bucket list, far higher than he dared to admit to anybody other than his big bad Mama.

“Okay… now show me some exercises so we have some actual camera footag-“

She pulled his wrist back and down to feel her cock fully flopping out of her yoga pants once more, leaking onto the back of his shirt.

“Mama!” he swore, pressing himself back so no-one could see her erection fully out in the open, “Again?!!”

“We didn’t finish.”

Despite his protestations, his grip found her cock and squeezed hard, and a quick nibble of his ear had him swooning.

She did have a point… and Dom hated seeing Jessica un-fulfilled.

“Could you pleasure me…? Just a little?....”

“Mmh…. What if someone sees…..”

“Who?…”

“Well, Stu, or Frankie, or Ben- nn!?“

A large hand grasped his hair and turned him like a puppet to observe Frankie on his back beneath the curvaceous blond woman from earlier, his legs wrapped around her waist. She was staring into his eyes… as her cock sank between his cheeks. The young man’s eyes were bulging, and it was just possible to hear a low keening as she sank into his depths, exploring him. The woman looked half-crazed with lust, having to lick her lips to stop herself salivating over his face.

The two began to oscillate, and Dom felt his mouth water as the blond began punching her hips against his rear-end, slamming her cock into him.

Frankie began to shake, his eyes rolling up.

Dom knew he was done, and there would be no resurgence from this moment. He couldn’t help staring; the sight of a boy being broken was captivating in a way that it is difficult to describe. Jess too enjoyed the moment, smirking as Frankie’s fingers clawed on the blonde’s back, the woman’s cock becoming a blur as it disappeared repeatedly into his insides.

*Shlick-shlick-shlick*

“NnnNNnNnnNNN-“

“W-well… what about Stu?” Dom managed, his fingers tightening around her shaft which throbbed eagerly in his grip, goading him to feather up to the tip and rub his thumb over the pee-slit.

“MMMHhhh…”

She grunted with excitement, shoving her cock into his fist and half-masturbating herself as she rotated his head to Stu, who was aiming the camera at what looked like Benz naked from the waist down, hanging from a pull-up bar. His face was so flushed that it looked like he might burst a blood vessel as Jewell stood beneath him, her hands on his ass.

Dom’s mouth dropped open as she opened her mouth wide, and slid a waggling tongue into Benz’s asshole. The boy’s face was a mask of total shock, blotchy red where he was experiencing a heated flush, wriggling and desperately uttering something Dom couldn’t hear.

It seemed like he was quite occupied.

Further around the gym it appeared that every single one of the Rowdy Boyz and their crew was in some state of eager or reluctant coitus, Zalta and Jaz engaged in some rather unnecessary intimacy by the benches, Mark fully having sex with the young cutey who looked like she could have been getting fucked in her pussy, until Mark raised up and Dom could see the firm six-inch erection slapping against her belly, drooling cum as Mark eagerly fucked her ass, his flabby ass exposed to them as he un-athletically sank his hips repeatedly.

“How does Mark get to be the one doing the fucking… he’s like the least athletic of all of us….!”

“Sometimes it’s not what you have, it’s how you use it,” Jessica murmured.

Dom grinned and clutched her cock tight.

“Yeah… shame you’ve got no idea, huh?”

Her eyes locked onto him, seeming to glow devilishly in the harsh white lights above them.

“Careful boy….”

“Sorry mama, sorry,” he replied quickly, placing a few delicate smooches on her chin, making her ripple.

“I guess seeing as….everyone’s busy…”

His fingers began to work the shaft of Jessica’s cock and little moans and shivers from the soft mountain at his back made his chest pound, wrist oscillating with even more gusto.

Dom began to feel trickles of cum over his fist as she squirted juices from her dick-slit.

‘Why am I even bothering to fight it….’

Not a single reason came to his head why he shouldn’t ride her dick.

When he looked up at her, a tiny smirk was on her face.

She knew he wanted it. Needed it even. She just wanted him to say the words.

“… okay fuck me,” Dom murmured hurriedly, before standing up and placing his butt back into her. Jessica grabbed his hips and immediately lined her cock up with his asshole. It was already wet and slick with pre.

“Three…”

“Two.”

“…One…”

They worked together to sink him down onto her, and Dom bleated as the thick, slavering shaft pushed up inside him, letting out a long, slow breath. He was beginning to get used to the feeling of a dick pushing into his ass, but it was a bad idea to go too fast, too early with someone as girthy as Jessica.

‘Maybe we can just fuck before anyone else is lucid enough to know what’s going on… I’m pretty much used to it now, right?’

Dom whimpered, and pushed.

It felt like he was barely getting anywhere, once again reminded just how girthy and masculine Jessica’s appendage was compared to his own.

‘To think I used to fuck women with my dick…’

Now it was already getting hard despite the discomfort of having a widely distended anus.

He glanced around, hoping no-one spotted him sitting halfway down a donkey dick.

‘All busy…’

He clenched his jaw, and sank lower.

Pain.

Seven inches.

Pleasure.

Eight inches.

“FFffuuh…..”

Her hips greeted him with warmth and hard muscles and bone under a light layer of fat.

The first thing his body did was seize up, then his limbs started trembling as zips of pleasure came to him quicker than the first few times.

Now he just had to looklike he wasn’t getting fucked in the ass.

‘I’m being anally fucked again….’

As he began to ride gently, he realised that this was his life now. A life with him and Jessica, getting buttfucked every week. Maybe every day…..

‘Forever.’

Suddenly his imagination took over, and he was wearing a suit, and Jessica was glowing in a beautiful wedding dress…. and she was ploughing him into the bed as she knelt over him, grinning.

The thought was delicious and so humiliating at the same moment that he couldn’t believe he was dreaming of such a notion.. Then her squeezing of his hips and warm breath on the back of his neck brought out of his thoughts and back into her embrace.

“Do you want me?” she cooed into his ear.

“M-more than anything,” he managed, struggling to get his words straight with something stretching his anal rim so wide.

He leaned back, turned his head up and brought her head down into another kiss, Jessica turning savage and moaning as Dom pushed his tongue in first and tried his best to take control whilst cinching his butthole as hard as possible midway up her shaft, still trying to oscillate up and down despite his neck being at an awkward angle.

He rode her in a slutty lap dance, wiggling his ass to the side to enjoy the various places the cock could reach within him, marvelling at its ability to unlock new sensations.

“Hnnn!”

“Glnhh….”

“Hn-hn-hn!”

He broke the kiss and glanced briefly around him, hoping that no-one was seeing him oscillate subtly on her lap. Still, no-one seemed to care.

Duppie was going for round two, this time in a sweaty, uncompromising missionary position with Pasha digging her forehead into his. The blond was doing worse to Frankie, pounding him from behind in a way that was about as un-loving as possible, his eyes round and lips drooling as she found what must have been his prostate and murdered it in cold blood with her stallion cock-mace, her expression that of a rabid dog with a rabbit in its mouth.

Dom brought his attention back, breathed long and slow… and gently unseated himself, before reseating again on the odiously invasive chair made of Jessica’s flesh and blood.

An inch out, and inch in.

*Throb*

A wet “MMphh,” spilled from his lips before he could control himself.

“M.. s-sorry,” he managed, sealing his lips tight.

“Don’t… you should moan for mama,” she growled.

Her cock found his special place again.

“MmmhH!”

Before he knew it, Dom was riding up and down the full length of her shaft, his balls bouncing off of Jess’s steaming babymakers just waiting for a chance to inseminate him.

As he hilted, sitting down heavily on her lap, a small ball of wet heat spread beneath his belly button.

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling a burst of pleasure in his stomach.

He managed a quick look around at the devastation in the gym.

Pasha had Duppie’s legs in the air and was making them spasm as he launched his seed into the air and over his own face. Frankie was crying with the blonde’s fingers in his mouth like a harness, tears of humiliation and ecstasy rolling down the woman’s knuckles as she dogged him like a bitch, fucking the cum out of him as his rock-hard dick painted lines across the floor beneath him.

“This is crazy,” Dom panted.

‘We’re all getting fucked in front of everyone… and I’m in a good position compared to the rest!’

She snorted.

“We can stop if you want.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, forcing his ass backwards, making Jessica titter and then whimper in response, her fingers clinging tighter to him.

Nothing was going to stop him getting his Mama’s deep dicking now.

Electricity began zipping to the tips of his toes and fingers, making it difficult to fully control himself bouncing up and down as the gentle *plap-plap-plap* of their hips became a little harder.

Jessica growled into his ear.

“Use the bar.”

He reached up and grabbed hold… and pulled himself up to the head of her cock.

“Hn-“

“Not too far,” she hissed, pulling him slowly back to the hilt, the dick sliding right back up inside to the special place. Dom’s arms shook, something that had little to do with the exertion of exercise as he pulled himself up again, helped by Jessica’s hands moving his frame easily up.

The hands brought him down again.

*Plap*

He began to do a series of self-rape strokes that would have shamed the nastiest whore in the city as Jessica helped by lifting him up to the point he wasn’t even using his feet any more, strong hands snaking underneath to grasp his thighs.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

“MMnnHuhh…….”

He tried his best to seal his lips, but a low whimpering was emerging from deep within him as his hands slipped from the bar and his legs were raised into the air, his feet now above his head.

Jessica rippled.

Dom realised that he now had zero control. He was on the Jessica Deluxe Roller-coaster, and the only way off was up and down until she said so.

Jessica began to bounce her bitch on her lap whilst letting out a loud, ugly moan that hurt Dom’s ears as his ass was sheathed over her womanhood at a faster rate.

*SHLCHLUP-SCHLAP-SCHLUAP-*

“NNnnn.. NNNNNNN…MMMnn…..”

A few minutes of him lost in her ploughing of his insides had his legs shaking.

Dom mewled and brought his arms back to touch whatever he could, give eager comfort to the woman pleasuring him just how he liked.

Now they were just clutching each other, his ass butting back into her with eagerness, sweat on both their foreheads as his head rolled back into her breasts, and it felt like they were one sweating, heaving animal as her cock ploughed him with consistent, steady strokes like an oar breaking through the water, slamming in and then stimulating heavily all the way out.

The charade of remaining quiet began to fall apart as Dom lost track of his senses.

“Mmnuh-Hhu-uHH-“

The whimpers grew louder, his lips unable to contain the growing lust within as Jessica ruined him, taking control and fucking him like the whore he needed to be.

The moment the performance truly crescendoed was when Dom bent forwards and grabbed the metal struts on the front of the machine, using them to drive his cheeks back around Jessica’s jutting erection, sheathing it fully within him in more of a doggystyle position.

Jessica responded eagerly by rising up from the seat, bringing Dom into a bent over ‘fuck-me-daddy’ pose, his feet on the floor and legs almost straight, back subtly arched for the perfect receiving of a man’s penis….Thankfully it wasn’t a man who slid their dick into his waiting hole, as the large caramel-skinned woman grunted over him, back in her happy place of total dominion over her boy’s body and soul.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

Dom didn’t know if the others were watching, but he didn’t care. It was too good.

Shewas too good.

The sound of her balls slapping his ass became odiously loud, deliciously emasculating despite the light sting on his grapes as he felt a real cock and balls being deployed in battle, Jessica using her whole body to ram him hard to the point he was having to use all his strength just to push back and keep himself upright… A tricky task, when it causes your prostate to get hit even harder.

“UUUHGhhn-…Ughhhh….!!”

Dom began letting out full sex noises now, throwing himself back into a rear-end ransacking as the heavy beats coming from speakers around them were drowned out by his orgasmic cries. Jessica’s harmonising moans were not far behind, far more masculine and gruff with her belly-grunts, seizing him by the hips and rag-dolling him to the point he was almost a blur.

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

“UUGHN-GUHn-UHGHn-guhg-UHGN-“

“HUN, HUN, HUN, HHUn-“

Dom trembled as the bliss of cock-taking heaven beckoned, and completely gave himself over to it, letting Jessica take him somewhere special, fists clenched onto the cold steel as flecks of her sweat began dripping onto his back.

It hit in a moment of pure bliss. Her strokes became stilted and unsteady, Dom’s muscles seizing up.

“Give it to me Mama,” Dom drooled, about to enter the pearly gates.

Jessica’s womanhood throbbed like it had just prepared the biggest load of their lives.

“YYEEAaahhh biiiitch-…..HHN-”

Jessica moaned, a deep bellyful sound that forewarned Dom of his impending insemination before the dick in his abdomen pulsed like an alien vessel…. and a tonne of wet lava entered his anus, dousing his insides like an overflowing beer-glass with warm ejaculate.

They trembled as one, a house of cards falling to pieces as Dom’s knees shook, barely able to hold himself upright as his lover’s claws dug into his hips, feeling the dick pulse against his anal walls again, and again, and again, each time releasing a stream of hot seed that made him flush, sweat covering every inch of his skin.

Jessica gurned and groaned to the ceiling, lost in the feeling of Dom’s tight ass coaxing her seed from her balls, giving a few measly pumps of her hips to expend the last of her orgasm in his body.

Dom was backing himself up like he wanted to be ground against, sheathing himself even as his legs threatened to give way. The feeling of her heat swilling inside him was odious and yet so beautiful that he let out a whimpering sigh of delight to himself, his hand coming to his slightly swollen stomach where, for a moment, it felt like Jessica had truly impregnated him.

“NNN! HNNNN!”

“GGRUhhhh…hmmn-hmmn-mmn-!”

Jessica grimaced and sighed as she watched a final, pretty spasm of Dom’s hips taking place, his sweat covered ass scrunched tight to the base of her cock, and then his head lolled, spent.

She pulled him back, heaving in oxygen to bring some energy back to her body, and they fell as one back onto the seat, covered in sweat, Dom’s legs still shaking, and a firm smell of cum began to drift into their nostrils to mix with the tangy scents of their bodies.

“Well… think we got a bit excited…” panted Dom, trying to regain his breath. He didn’t bother summoning the energy to look around, knowing that when he did, he would probably have to put a brave face on the deepest humiliations of his life.

Jessica said nothing, content with the natural order of things. Her bitch on her dick. Nothing else mattered.

“I guess the secret is out?” he managed after a few moments.

“I don’t think so.”

“Huh?”

They looked around, and Dom’s mouth fell open.

No eyes were on them. No judging glances. No disgusted lip curls.

Dom felt like he was going to start hyperventilating as he looked around at the carnage taking place around them, his ears adjusting to the fact that the air was laden with heavy moans and fitful whimpers.

The cloying smell of cum and sweat mixed together in the air, creating an eyewatering tang.

The Rowdy Boyz were in trouble.