Hello everyone, here's a commissioned sequel to the Noobie series.
Enjoy!
Preview:
We've been at it for over an hour now, bullshitting about the regional wrestling qualifiers coming up next month, mapping out counters to those slick grapples the other teams run, talking pins and escapes like it's gonna erase the fucking humiliation that's been gnawing at my gut since Jessie wrecked me. My traps and lats scream in agony as I step behind the bar once more, hands gripping the knurled steel, positioning myself to spot him, but really, this whole session's just a desperate distraction, my mind replaying how that sack of shit of a femboy pins me down any chance he gets, in training drills, in the lockers, in my house, fuck even in the god damn elevator of his apartment building. His fat veiny cock, shoved past my lips until I gagged, then split my tight ass open till I shot my load like a broken bitch.
"Yo, you got me?" Sean's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Y-yeah, man, just focus on that double-leg takedown we practiced last week, hit those fuckers low and drive through." I mutter to Marcus, voice steady on the surface but my chest tightening with the lie, because every heavy breath I take reminds me of Jessie's, hot against my neck when he fucks me raw.
Sean nods, chalk-dusted hands wrapping the bar, and I lift it off the rack with him, watching his form as he lowers it to his chest, the plates clinking softly under the hum of the overhead fans. "One more rep, you've got it, push through the burn, come on." I encourage, but my eyes flick involuntarily to the glass doors at the far end of the free-weight area, the fluorescent glare bouncing off the mirrored walls. Sean grunts, veins bulging in his neck as he presses up, and I hover my fingers under the bar just in case, my quads locked from earlier squats, sweat trickling down my spine into the waistband of my shorts. The strategy talk earlier felt good, pretext or not, diving into reversals and suplex setups to bury my memories of shame. Memories of a that trap bending me over, his heavy balls slapping my thighs while him called me his fucktoy, his pocket pussy, his number one fag-hole. Fuck, my pulse hammers once more like I've just gone ten minutes in the ring.
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Jessie flashes a toothy grin, white teeth gleaming under the gym's light, tossing a chilled protein shake bottle my way with a casual flick of your wrist, the plastic arcing through the air that I fumble to catch clumsily, fingers slick with sweat slipping once before I snatch it against my heaving chest, the warm condensation shocking my skin. "Same thing as you two, I assume. Sweating~" He teases, voice dripping that dominant lilt that twists my gut into knots, his perfect ass shifting as he steps even closer, the citrus tang of his body cutting sharp through the sweat stench now invading my nostrils, making my heavy balls tighten with sinful want. "But since you're here, wanna try this for me?"
My pulse roars in my ears louder than Sean's confused grunt from the bench, where he's half-risen now, wiping his brow with a furrowed scowl. "What the hell, Fabian? You two doing drugs together or some shit?" His words tumbling out gruff and protective, but I sound like white noise to me, like pretty much everything else when Jessie is around. My knuckles whiten around the bottle as it drips onto my shorts, soaking the fabric dark over my thickening cock. I shift my weight on the mats, thighs burning from the earlier squats now amplified by the tremble snaking up my legs, cheeks practically glowing with the shame-flush as Jessie's predatory eyes bore into me, demanding obedience without a word, that curvy hourglass body radiating dominance.
"What?" He scoffs. "You think I put poison or something in there? Please." He puts his hands on his hips, like a grown up talking to a kid. "I have no intention of getting rid of you, big boy. You're too fuckable" He teases, his eyes flicking up and down my frame as he does. "Besides, it's cute that you think you actually have a choice in the matter. When I say drink, you drink" He casually explains, but his sweet tone belies a venomous sting.
I thumb the plastic cap off the protein shake with a faint pop, my fingers trembling just enough to make the bottle slicker in my sweat-slik grip. He watches me with an unblinking interest, his plump lips parting slightly as I lift the chilled rim slowly to my mouth, the condensation dripping trails over my knuckles and onto the heaving plane of my chest peeking from my soaked tank top. My ass clenches involuntary in my shorts at the way his perfect, hot girly body leans in expectantly, thick toned thighs flexing under those skin-tight gym pants that hug the obscene swell of his fat veiny eleven-inch cock like a second skin. I tilt the bottle back deliberatly, the first thick gulp flooding my mouth, just like the rest of the food Jessie hands me, it's way denser than any shake I've chugged post-practice, coating my tongue with a cloying protein sludge that's salty as fuck, sharper than sea brine mixed with that familiar whey tang, sliding viscous down my throat with a bob that makes my Adam's apple bulge visibly under the flush crawling hot across my jaw.
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The filthy PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP sound of our sodden flesh meeting fills the mini-gym room, a rapid-fire percussion that drowns out any sounds that may other be heard here. My stretched rim sucks at his thick shaft with obscene wet squelches~, my wrecked walls fluttering in frantic milking spasms as he angle his monster to grind my prostate into absolute mush, the relentless battering pushing me toward the edge I just swore I wouldn't cross.
"Fuck! G-God! N-NO!!" Soon enough, though, my eyes roll back into my skull, showing only whites, my jaw tightening into a rictus of agonized bliss before my mouth gapes in a silent scream and a feral, animalistic groan tears from my gritted teeth, morphing into a broken, whorish moan that the whole gym must have heard. Jessie fucks a massive orgasm out of me, feeling my insides clamp down viscously around his buried flag pole as my pulses in an attempt to erupt but nothing comes out, save for a weak, watery spurt that dribbles on my navel, as my whole body convulses like a live wire beneath the femboy's crushing assault.
"That's fucking right!" He exclaims, his voice a raw, triumphant roar that punctuates each word with a powerful thrust, his wider, girly hips never slowing as he fucks me ruthlessly through my climax, his fat cockhead obliterating my oversensitive prostate with jackhammer precision to prolong my agonizing ecstasy. My moans turn into sobbing wails, my hair matted to the gym mat with sweat and tears, my abused ass rippling violently with each pounding impact of the girly bully's heavy nuts against my reddened ass-cheeks.
Meanwhile the devilish trap savors every detail, the way my back arches helplessly, my trembling hands clawing at his forearms as he dominates me through the aftershocks, his own climax still held at bay by sheer willpower. The air reeks of sex, sweat, and sin, our bodies glistening under the dim, flickering light as Jessie drives into me with relentless fury, his princess hair plastered to his scalp and back, his breath coming in ragged. "Shit. I'm getting close now. Where do you want it?" He snarls between hips snaps. "Answer me faggot! WHERE!" He growls, aiming his fuck-head directly at my busted buzzer like he's trying to beat the answer out of me.
My head shoots back at the torturous overstimulation. "In-INSIDE!!! I WANT IT INSIDE!!!!" I finally give up, break, shatter and submit.