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Marathon Training 3

by Sporter


For the first time in hours, I was uncuffed and untied and not being fucked or pushed to my athletic limit. I lay on the floor; after all, Jeff had punched me for cumming and ordered me to lick up every ounce from the floor and his pants and chest. He probably knew I couldn't resist. I was completely spent, and I still had the electric dildo up my ass. He knew he could flip a switch and send shivers of pain through my weak, worked out body. So, I lay there, looking up at him as he stared back.

Jeff was shirtless, wearing workout shorts still stained with my cum. I peered up at his masculine body, every muscle of his 6 feet, 185 pound body so obvious and ripped. He looked at me, on the floor, and turned on the dildo. I quivered on the floor, moaning out loud.

He turned it off. "Did you like that?"

"Uh huh," I barely said.

"Good. I'm glad. Because I'm not doing this to hurt you." He knelt down next to me. "I care about you. I want you to succeed, even perform better than I did. And this is the only way to toughen you up. Do you understand?"

I was still breathing heavy, but I knew what I had to do. If I wasn't tough enough, I had to show how tough I was. I was tired, spent, and weak, but I was not about to step down from a challenge. I stood up, erect, staring directly into Jeff's eyes. He punched me in the abs. I barely moved. Again, he punched me. I didn't flinch at all. I just kept staring. He grabbed my cock and squeezed. I clenched my entire body, revealing every muscle under a layer of sweat. With all my strength, I punched back. One, two, three punches to Jeff's abs. With each punch, I felt every muscle, not one ounce of fat. Again, I punched and he squeezed my balls. I clenched my body again and punched Jeff back in the face. He fell back, staggering. He flipped the electric dildo on, and I quivered back in pain, but I wasn't about to give up. I stared back at Jeff, reached behind me and shoved the dildo up as far as it could go, reveling in the sensation.

I yelled out. "I want more!" As I staggered toward Jeff, even with the electrical current going through me. "I WANT MORE!"

"What?"

"Drop your pants!" I yelled. Jeff backed away, turning off the dildo when he realized he couldn't use it to control me anymore. "If you won't take your own pants, off..." I reached for his shorts and tore them off, as I pinned Jeff to the ground. I grabbed for his cock and squeezed as hard as I could.

"You like how that feels?"

"Fuck you!" Jeff yelled.

"Exactly!" I wanted Jeff's cock so bad, but now it was gonna be on my terms. I had no interest in fucking him. I wanted his hard cock up my ass for hours. I was going to rape him by taking his cock up my ass.

I punched Jeff in the cock to weaken him, and then picked him up and dropped him on the bench. I tied his wrists behind him under the bench and tied his ankles together and to the bench, as well. His muscles flexed as he struggled, with every biceps, triceps, chest, and ab muscle writhing in pain. I straddled him and bent down to his face.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? But you're gonna like fucking me. Now, you're gonna do it my way. I'm gonna sit down on your cock and I'm gonna take you up my ass as long as I want."

I reached back and squeezed his balls and his cock came to attention. I lowered my ass on his cock and wiggled around, spreading my already spread ass. I bounced up and down, taking Jeff's cock all the way out and then ramming my ass all the way down. My cock slapped against his rock hard abs. Jeff kept struggling as I yelled and moaned.

"C'mon," I screamed. "Fuck me!"

I slapped him across the face a few times and held my ass stationary a few inches on the shaft. "C'mon, thrust your cock in as hard as you can!"

Jeff gathered his strength and thrust up. He didn't have any leverage, but he rammed me hard. He groaned and yelled, still struggling in his bindings. He fucked me hard and fast, harder and faster. I put my hands on his chest and abs and began riding his huge cock again. I stood up and straddled his neck.

"SUCK MY COCK!"

"No fuckin way," Jeff said.

"I SAID SUCK IT!"

"Fuck you!"

"Oh you will. But you're gonna suck..." I reached back and punched his balls, making him whimper like a girl. "...my cock!"

I jammed my hard cock down his throat. He took it and I choked him. Gagging sounds emanated from his throat as my 7 inches took over his mouth. But I wanted more. I reached for the electric dildo, shoved it up my own ass, and turned on the electricity. There was no more pain, just tingling. I could handle it now. My ass was being abused and my cock was being sucked. I was in heaven. I pictured what Jeff had done to me these past few hours and I yearned to be tied up again.

I extracted my cock and kept the electricity on as I jacked my cock over Jeff's face. I jerked my cock and came again, puddles of jizz landing on Jeff's face and around the bench. I screamed and moaned in ecstasy. I kept cumming and cumming and when I stopped; I took out the dildo and bent down to Jeff's face.

"Now, you're gonna take control again and do whatever you want to me. That is, whatever I let you do to me."

I untied Jeff from the bench. He reached for a towel and wiped the cum from his face. I stared at him as he cleaned himself off. Then, he walked menacingly toward me, smiling.

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3 Gay Erotic Stories from Sporter

Marathon Training

"Where have you been?" Jeff barked as I showed up at the gym 10 minutes late. "Sorry, Jeff. Class ran over, and I got here as fast as I could," I said. "Listen, kid. I bust my butt to set up these workouts and make sure your body is ready to take you to the Olympics. You can't just show up late." "I said I'm sorry, and now I'm here. So, let's get started." Jeff grabbed my wrist.

Marathon Training 2

I sat naked in the back of Jeff's car, wrists handcuffed behind me and gagged with Jeff's underwear, absolutely enjoying the rest. Jeff, the personal trainer I signed up with to help take me to the Olympics in various track-and-field events, just put me through the most intense workout of my life. I was still sweating, still out of breath, but at least I wasn't lifting, running, punished, or

Marathon Training 3

For the first time in hours, I was uncuffed and untied and not being fucked or pushed to my athletic limit. I lay on the floor; after all, Jeff had punched me for cumming and ordered me to lick up every ounce from the floor and his pants and chest. He probably knew I couldn't resist. I was completely spent, and I still had the electric dildo up my ass. He knew he could flip a switch and send

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