I like going to the gym late in the evening. There's something about the desolate rooms and the empty changing rooms that really excites me. Perhaps the idea that a random encounter could lead to something more. Who knows? But last week, I paid for my nocturnal habits – in a big way.
I was a regular at the local Y in the evenings. You got accustomed to the same faces and the same bodies. There were a couple of guys that took a healthy interest in my relatively buffed body, and me in theirs. Professional interest, if you like. I was certainly something worth looking at – 5' 10", 150 lbs, toned chest and stomach, chunky thighs, 9" _c_o_c_k_, and a winning smile. And I took equal admiration in some of the other guys in there. I was relatively straight-acting, but the knowing looks occasionally exchanged spoke more than words.
Last week I was feeling particularly unmotivated, and I didn't end up finishing up my set until 11.45pm. The gym closes at 12, and I had never been there that late. No one was left in any of the training rooms. As I wandered into the changing rooms, I heard the showers running, so I knew that someone else was around at least. As I walked into the shower room, I saw a tall, dark-skinned stud, soaping himself up, and relatively oblivious to my presence. He had an amazing body (even more toned than me, and in all the right places), and must have been 6' 2". He had a beautiful _c_o_c_k_, strong forearms, and a mane of frizzy dark hair. Just delicious. As I started showering, I couldn't help but glance across at this shower stud. I now began to recognize him as one of the gym staff. Perhaps he was taking a quick dip before heading home. He seemed so into his shower that my eyes lingered longer at his thick uncut _c_o_c_k_ and his perfect bubble butt. I noticed he stopped moving for a second, and as I looked up, I saw him staring at me. Disarmed, I quickly looked away and continued soaping. He didn't say or do anything more, so I continued with my shower, and soon after he strode out of the shower, not looking particularly pleased.
This whole experience had got me quite excited, and forgetting how late it was, I began to massage my _c_o_c_k_ with long determined strokes. Wow, it felt good. As I developed an image of the shower stud in my mind, the stroking began to feel better and better. But then, suddenly from nowhere, I heard a voice shout out to me,
"Hey bud, we close in a couple of mins. Finish your shower NOW."
I turned and saw the fresh-faced gym staff member, who had been working the door that evening. I remember thinking how cute he looked (in a frat-boy sort of way) as I came into the gym, but was a little taken aback to be exposed to him in such a naked way. I quickly turned my back to him so that he wouldn't see my clearly erect _c_o_c_k_. He didn't seem too put out, so I assumed that he hadn't seen anything.
Still, I was enjoying the shower and let another 10 mins or so pass, soaking under the warm water. Then, I remembered the guy's warning, and quickly grabbed by towel and left the shower for my locker. But when I got to my locker, I saw to my dismay that all my stuff was gone. I couldn't believe it. I checked all around the gym, but there was no sign of it. Where could it have gone? No one was really around, and I couldn't believe the gym staff would risk their jobs to steal my things. A wave of panic rushed over me, and momentarily I didn't know what to do. Eventually, I calmed down a little, and made my way upstairs through the now darkened corridors, with just my small white towel wrapped around my waist, to see if I could find someone.
When I reached the front-desk, all the lights around me were out except for one overlooking the desk. No one was around, and again I was at a loss of what to do. Then, the fresh-faced guy who had given me the shower warning came out from the back door. He really was quite a looker, with a well-built upper body and chunky thighs - both well defined by his tank-top and short red shorts. As the boy saw me, he looked at my state of undress, and gave a brief chuckle. I began to speak.
"Um, hi. Look, this is going to sound a bit odd, but all my stuff from downstairs is gone. Did you see anyone lurking around the changing rooms who might have taken it?"
His smile disappeared and he spoke to me gruffly.
"No, I didn't see anyone".
"Hell, where could it have gone?" I replied under my breathe.
"Well I can answer that question" His tone remained gruff. "I took it".
"What? What the hell do you mean?" I was shocked.
"Listen, bud. I told you that we closed in a couple of minutes. But, you ignored my warning. That's just like the arrogant _s_h_i_t_ that you are" He continued to berate me. "I don't appreciate spending my leisure time waiting on dicks like you. That really makes me so angry. You are such a self-absorbed _f_u_c_k_er".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This frat-boy had suddenly turned sour, and clearly had the upper hand. I decided to retreat and get out of this situation as best I could.
"Look, I'm sorry that I took a little bit longer. It's been a difficult week, and I really needed a couple more minutes relaxing under the shower".
His expression grew yet more sterner. "Yeah, buddy. I saw the kind of relaxing you were doing. That's disgusting. Do men's changing rooms get you off or something?"
My face felt flushed. "I, er, um........ Look, could I just have my clothes back?"
"I'm tempted just to put you out in the street the way you are and take away your membership for breaking one of the gym codes" He replied, his tone unwavering.
"Look, please. I'm really sorry. I'm sure we can work something out" I stammered. I was getting scared now. This kid was serious, and I was in a really vulnerable position.
"Let's see. The only way that I will get any satisfaction out of this situation is if you suffer in some way for putting me out" He said, with a slight smirk on his face.
I didn't like the way this conversation was going, but I needed to appease his anger as best I could. "What do you mean?"
He turned towards me and said "Here, follow me into the office". Then, he walked briskly through the door behind him. I hesitated momentarily, as the situation was turning increasingly bizarre, but decided that my only option really was to do what this guy was telling me. As I walked into the back office, the boy was reaching down behind the desk, and as I approached further, he pulled out a rather forbidding looking frat paddle. I was quite taken aback, and this clearly showed on my face.
The boy smirked yet again. "That's right. You deserve to be punished, and this should do just the job". He tapped the face of the paddle ominously.
I was briefly distracted by the sight of my clothes neatly folded on the desk in front of me, but then my mind returned to be current worrying situation. What did this boy have planned? How humiliating to be ordered around by someone at least five years my junior (if not more).
I tried once more to reason with him. "Look, I don't know what's going on, but can I just have my stuff back, so we can both go home?".
I sensed him flinch as I said this. "We ain't going anywhere, buddy. I'm going to punish you, just like you deserve. Now, bend over the table, or else I'll throw you out on the street just as you are".
I was tempted to make a grab for my clothes and then book it out of there, but the boy noticed my eyeing the clothes, and blocked my path. He repeated his order. "Listen, mister. Turn around now and bend over the table. I ain't giving you another chance."
I realized that I really didn't have any options left, and reluctantly I turned around, bent over, and placed my hands on the edge of the desk. It was probably just better to get this over and done with now that we'd gone this far. But I still felt very vulnerable, dressed only in a skimpy white towel, and at the mercy of this frat-brat.
I heard the boy's voice yet again. "That's better. Now don't you move your hands from the desk until I tell you, or else the whole deal's off. That means no clothes and no more gym for you".
I knew the boy was serious and promised myself I would keep grip of the edge of the desk. I still couldn't believe this was happening, although part of me was now getting excited at the idea of being dominated by this gym stud. I felt a slight stirring in my _c_o_c_k_, which I tried to suppress.
I felt the boy come up behind me, and I braced myself. Suddenly I felt my towel being pulled off my butt and the cool air rush up into my crack.
I turned around sharply. "What the hell are you doing?".
The boy's face was blank. "Buddy, I told you to keep your hands on the table. Now, turn back around or you'll be out in the street, without even your towel to protect you".
With that, he looked down at my now erect _c_o_c_k_, and he chuckled. "Who knows who might take advantage of you in that state? Now turn around".
I returned to my bent over position and awaited the first feel of the paddle. The boy came up next to me, and I sensed him swing the paddle back. Then the next thing I know – THWAAAAAACK! Searing pain across my butt, and spreading up through my body. My god, I never imagined it could hurt that much. Before I had time to catch my breath, the second hit came down – WHAAAAACK. Followed in quick succession, by another five more – SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. The pain was unbearable, but the boy was merciless in his pounding of my ass. Another series of whacks – SLAP, SLAP, SLAP – and I soon lost track of how many times the boy was paddling me. The pain was just unbearable, and my eyes began to well up with tears. But, despite the pain, I was becoming strangely aroused by the whole situation, and my _c_o_c_k_ was standing to full attention.
The boy noticed, of course. "So, the gym slut likes to have his butt paddled. Maybe I'm just not bringing them down strong enough". And with that, he spread his legs and unleashed another powerful series of blows to my butt, which was now full of welts and reacting badly to every searing blow. At this point, I couldn't control the tears and began to sob uncontrollably – determined as best I could to keep a grip of the table.
After about five minutes, the boy stopped blistering my ass and just watched me as the tears fell from my face. "Glad that something broke down your cool, buddy. You needed that so badly, and you know it". The boy continued to taunt.
I stayed bent over with my butt blazing for another few minutes. Then, I heard a small knock and the door to the office open.
I heard a second voice. "Everything's locked up downstairs. We are outta here, buddy. Woah, bro, what's going on here?"
I looked around and saw the stud from the shower (now dressed) peaking round the door. Just perfect. That's all I needed.
The boy replied "Oh nothing - just taking care of some unfinished business. Some people have no respect these days."
Then I heard the second voice once more "Wait a minute. That's the homo who was staring at me in the shower. I'm glad you taught him a lesson. But, I don't think you've done enough. He needs to learn how homos are treated around here."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was about to get up, but the shower stud quickly approached me and pushed me back down, so that my face was now pressed against the desk.
"You people make me sick". The tall shower stud whispered menacingly in my ear. "Don't move or you're history".
My heart was pounding and pure fear kept me pinned to the desk. I must have looked quite a sight, bent over the desk with my butt sticking high up in the air. I heard some clothing ruffling behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I glanced the shower stud stripping out of his tank top and baggy sweats (god, he was hot). He began to walk towards me, now fully erect (a good 12"). Then I felt this second boy pushing against me. His huge _c_o_c_k_ was pressed up against my ass crack, and he began to lean his weight into me. I struggled briefly as I realized what he was just about to do.
I cried out "No, please, this is crazy. What are you doing?"
But I soon felt his man-meat begin to penetrate me, and I cried out as the pain in my sphincter spread through my body. "Nooooooooooo!"
But this stud was forceful and continued to ram his hard _c_o_c_k_ into me. He seemed to keep pushing forever, but then finally it stopped, as I felt his pubes brush against my just-blistered and still-glowing butt.
"Homo likes his man-meat, doesn't he?" The shower stud taunted as he began to withdraw his _c_o_c_k_ from my ass, and then soon push back in again.
Soon, he was setting up quite a powerful rhythm of strokes, with careful movement of his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of my ass. The pain was still unbearable, but simultaneously waves of pleasure spread through my body with each re-entry of this stud's huge _c_o_c_k_. The strokes got more frequent and the stud raping me began to moan.
"Oh yes, homo pussy feels so good. Oh yes, yes, yes. Take it faggot. Take my man-meat. Take it boy. Take it all. Oh yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeeessss". And the stud's juice exploded at full force into me. I could feel each throb of his _c_o_c_k_ in my sphincter, as waves of jism spurted forward.
After a couple of minutes lying on top of me, the stud pulled out, picked up the paddle, and laid into my ass once more.
"Aaaaaaargh," I screamed. "Please stop. Haven't you both done enough?"
The shower stud and the frat-brat both chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we have" they replied. My clothes were chucked over to me. "Now, get out of here. And remember to respect your gym in the future".
I quickly got dressed and out. Once I was home, I stripped naked and brought myself to one of the best orgasms that I have ever had, thinking of those boys paddling me nd then _f_u_c_k_ing me. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stay good for long.