Gym Locker Room Mistake

I'm a long-time panty connoisseur, having evolved over many years from loving pics of ladies in panties to enjoying my wife's panties (that she would leave me knowing full well what I'd do with them), and eventually into actually wearing them. Years after a divorce (nothing to do with our sexual proclivities though) I no longer had access to my ex's treasure trove of panties, but I started buying my own. This fetish grew over a few years. What started out as putting on a pair when home alone as a way to get super excited turned into venturing out in public with panties on under my street clothes, my own sexy little secret that no one else knew about. My collection grew, my current girlfriend knows all about it, she loves when I take hers off and put them on, and we even shop together for both our underwear needs. You could say I'm pretty damn lucky in that respect, not a lot of guys that have women in their lives who not only support but encourage their sexual fetishes. And for the sake of a little more backstory, my partner and I are both bi, she loves to see me with guys as much as I love seeing her with others as well.

On to today, and I've gotten to the point where I wear panties under my street clothes often enough (maybe half the time?) that I sometimes forget I have them on. After arriving at the gym and heading into the locker room, I start getting my gym clothes on, undo my belt and shorts, and Oh Crap, I'm wearing panties, standing in the men's locker room! I quickly pull them off along with my shorts and stashed them in my locker, hoping no one had noticed. I then went ahead and put my gym shorts on and proceeded to head out and get in my workout. It was a normal lift this day, and pretty quick into it I forgot about my mild predicament waiting for me back in the locker room. I'll add that the gym I go to is geared mostly towards power lifters, bodybuilders, and in general people who are serious about their workouts. As a result, there's no shortage of beautiful people in gym, if you're into men and/or women who are physically well built, ripped, and overall very strong. Myself, I'm somewhat of an anomaly in the gym, I used to very in very good shape and very strong. Not a bodybuilder, more of a fit runner/triathlete build. Strong shoulders from lots of laps in the pool, and a very nice ass from lots of running and cycling. I let myself go a bit, but was back on a mission to reclaim my former self.

Workout complete, headed back into the locker room, and now reminded about what's waiting for me and how I'll go about getting dressed again. While I enjoy wearing panties, my partner loves it, and I love to wear them when we invite others into our bedroom, I don't think I had crossed that bridge about letting the whole world know. I was hoping as best as I could that I could maintain my discretion and somehow get out of this. My plan was to strip down, get in a quick shower, then hope for the best that it was never very crowded this time of day. It's funny, I have no worries about stripping down naked and walking around the locker room, but the thought of being caught in panties was terrifying.

Off I went to the showers, which are set up as their own semi-private alcoves with a curtain blocking off the rest of the room. Quick shower, cleaned up, cold water to help me cool down and stop sweating, then towel off and head back to my locker. Now was the moment of truth, I waiting for the only other person in the locker room to finish dressing then head out, and I had the place to myself! I'd better be quick, I was so nervous, almost shaking (and in turn lost a bit of dexterity), got to move fast. I grabbed my panties, they were a very high cut cheeky pink pair that were lace. Absolutely no way of pretending they were anything other than what they were. I quick pulled them up, got myself tucked into them how I like my dick to sit, then fumbled for my pants.

And that's when it all fell apart. Being nervous and just not very coordinated, I dropped my pants, tried to bend over a quick grab them, and right then I heard the door open and someone was coming in. He came around the corner right as I was bent over, trying to get my legs in the pants and quickly pull them up, but I was too late and completely busted.

The guy coming around the corner was a well-built, extraordinarily attractive black man who clearly spent quite a bit of time at the gym. He took one look at me then said, "Whoa! What do we have here?" I kept fumbling with my pants trying to pull them up, not sure at this point what I was trying to hide, and he took a step closer and said, "Hold on there, let's get a look at you, what do we have going on here?" I felt like the color must have completely drained out of my face and I could feel my stomach clench up in a big knot. What was going to happen here? Was this guy going to call me out, parade me out into the gym, tell all his other gym buddies?

All I could muster to say was, "Uhh, I'm sorry, I'll just be going, sorry, I'm sorry..." and I kept trying to pull my pants up, which the harder I tried to pull them up the more they fought me!

Then things took a turn. "Slow down there, take it easy, no rush," he said, "What's with the pretty panties? Let's have a look at you." I didn't know what to say or how to respond. I was in full panic mode, but slowly creeping into my brain was a slight bit of excitement of being caught, and the fact that this guy was being oddly cool about it.

I managed to say, "Um, I don't know, I just want to get going, I'm really embarrassed."

"No need to hurry on my account, those are some nice looking panties, go ahead and get those pants back off for me. I'll bet you like wearing them and showing off for a masculine man like me."

The only words that came to my mind were, "What? I need to dress, there could be someone else coming in any second now, I gotta get out of here."

But he stopped me there, stepped up closer in a very intimidating way and simply said, "Stop." I obeyed, he was looming over me, way stronger and bigger than me, and I wasn't about to see if I could make a break for it. So I slowly pulled my legs back out of my pants and was left standing there in my pink panties on display for him. Next he said, "So you like wearing panties, do they make you feel like a woman? I'll bet they do, in which case I'm going to treat you like a woman who clearly likes to feel and look sexy." He then grabbed my arm and said to come with him, and more or less dragged me back towards the showers.

Back into one of the shower alcoves he forced me, then pushed down on my shoulders while saying, "Get on your knees, slut. A sissy like you, coming to a gym like this full of strong men, can only be hoping for one thing, and it's this." He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I was completely in shock, my head was spinning, and I don't think I really was able to understand what was happening. But through the fog I gained enough clarity to realize this guy had a huge bulge in his shorts. "Don't try to fight it" he said, "I just got in my workout and I could use a bit of relief. It's one hell of a stroke of luck that I happened to catch a sissy slut in panties in the locker room, so I'm going to make the most of it."

I was at a crossroads, didn't know which way to go. A significant part of me wanted to somehow bolt, to get the heck out of there and never come back. But I was cornered and didn't have an escape route, other than through this massive guy who had no intention of letting me go. A small part of me felt a twinge of excitement though when he put my hand on his bulge. Under any other circumstances I may have been into seeing what this guy had to offer, he certainly did seem to be well-endowed, at least as far as I could tell through his shorts. But this was not how I wanted it, and I did not see a way out of this. Perhaps if I just gave in and got him off quick this nightmare would be over. But what if someone walked in and found us? I guess it was not likely considering how slow the gym was in the afternoon, and that we were concealed in one of the semi-private shower stalls.

He looked down at me and said, "Go on, you know you want it. Give in to your sissy tendencies, dressed in those pink panties. Get my cock out and stroke it now." I hesitated, not sure what to do, and he took a step forward, almost knocking me off my knees. "Don't make me ask you again sissy. You better get to work now" he said, and I moved my hand a little, getting a feel for how big this massive bulge could be. I ran my hand up and down his bulge a bit, it was getting bigger, but not anywhere near hard yet. He let out a small groan, obviously liking what I was doing, which made me slightly more relaxed knowing I was making him happy and maybe he'd stop being so aggressive. I was getting more curious as to what I was working with here, I even felt a bit of blood rush to my own cock, feeling it stir within my panties.

I decided to commit and try to get this over with as quick as possible. I rubbed him up and down through his shorts, feeling him growing, and worked a hand up through the bottom of his shorts finding the mesh holding him in. I could feel the heat of his member through them, and my own excitement actually started growing. Not only that, but at this point I was starting to get hard, pressing against the fabric of my panties. I went all in, reached up to the band of his shorts, and slowly started to pull them down. As I pulled down, his cock didn't seem to end! Finally I got to the head and the massive, amazing looking cock sprang free of his shorts, almost hitting me in the face. He must have noticed the look of awe in my face and chuckled, then said, "This is what a real man's cock looks like, and you're going to get to know it well."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, I just wanted to get this over with and get out of there as fast as possible. I started to stroke him slowly, feeling him finally grow to full size, nice and hard in my hand. He was huge, had to be at least an honest 9-10", and rather thick. My entire hand hardly fit around him, but I stroked and did my best, moving up and down this huge cock that was right in front of my face.

"Your hand alone is not going to be enough, you know what you want to do, might as well get to it. A sissy slut shouldn't have to be told how to please me, get that thing in your mouth and get to work" he said, and I tried to figure out how I was going to accomplish this. At this point I was all in, so I might as well get to work just like I enjoy it done to me. I kissed the length of his cock, small pecks, working from his balls up to the tip, not quite putting him in my mouth yet, just kissing then a bit of licking with my tongue to get him wet and slippery. I worked my way back down towards his balls, giving them a few licks, and that's when he first took control, forcing my head into his sack, so his hefty balls nearly covered my face.

I could hardly breathe, and he let out a small laugh as he finally let me go. "That's right, you enjoy that don't you. My balls covering your face like that, now lick them some more. Get in there and stop acting like you're not enjoying this" he said. I lapped away at his balls, trying to see what I could get in my mouth, then licking further down, hitting that spot just under his balls, dangerously close to his hole. "Mmmmm, that's nice" he moaned, then pushed my head further, forcing my tongue right down to his ass. I love rimming a woman, so I guess this really isn't much different, so I went ahead and dove right in, licking and poking with my tongue against his hole.

After a few minutes of that, I was picking up pace and breathing heavy, clearly enjoying myself eating his ass. My own cock had sprung free of my panties and I'd occasionally reach down and touch myself. Then I worked back up and finally tried to put his cock entirely into my mouth. At first I had limited success, I was only able to get the head and few inches in my mouth, and this is when things started to get worrisome. "Go on," he said, "let's see how much of this cock we can get in your mouth" and he grabbed the back of my head and started pulling me further down his cock. I got in one deep breath, then felt him pushing against the back of my throat, blocking my airway.

I started to panic a bit, trying to push back against his hands but it was no use, he was way too strong. He finally let me back off a bit and I was able to catch my breath. Then right back to it, he started to force my head back down. I concentrated and tried to relax my throat as much as possible, and it seemed to be working. I got further down his cock, feeling his head pushing further down my throat, and my nose was getting closer to the base of his cock. My panic at the loss of control was slowly being replaced by a feeling of accomplishment at getting so much of him down. I started to gag, to cough, and he finally released me again, this time I came up drooling with spit and tears running down my face. "I love it," he said, "you look exactly as you should slut, how a good cocksucker should look taking a big cock like mine. And you're doing pretty good I'll add, not many women I've been with can do as well as this, you must suck a lot of cock!"

Through all of this I managed to get a free hand down, and started stroking my hard cock. I started to realize I was enjoying how he was using me, so forcefully, making me his complete bitch with zero ability to do anything about my circumstance. My cockhead was absolutely dripping with precum. I was so slick that my hand glided over my cock, and it felt amazing, like never before. He looked down to see what I was doing and laughed, "Look at my sissy, you're enjoying this almost as much as I am, touching yourself like a good slut."

At this point he changed tactics, still holding my head, but now he started thrusting in and out of my mouth, his balls coming up to bounce against my chin each time I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I'd never had someone fuck my face like this, he was being rough and going hard, I was completely out of control, my mouth was simply a fuck toy for him to get off. He seemed to be getting more excited, his cock grew even harder than it already was, and he said, "You ready sissy, ready for me to give you my load?"

All I could do was make a few muffled sounds, which was my way of saying yes, please let's get this over. He kept thrusting, picking up pace even more, as I drooled and spit all over his cock, and he let out a few grunts too, signaling that he was close. And then it happened. He pulled me in tight, his cockhead well into my throat, and I felt his cum explode into me. First two blasts went right down my throat, then he purposefully pulled back, a third jet of cum filling my mouth, then he pulled all the way out and had several more jets of cum hit my face. The feeling of how hard the cum hit me was exhilarating. My own cock exploded in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, ropes of cum covering my hand and the floor. I was completely lost in a state of ecstasy, which must have been why I didn't notice what happened next.

I looked up and he had his phone out, snapping pictures of me, covered in cum and spit, with my own cock out the side of my pink panties. I don't know how many pics he took, but now I had this growing feeling that I was in trouble. He put his phone back in his pocket, then pulled his shorts up and somehow managed to get his huge cock within them. Then he informed me of my fate. "That was good, I enjoyed that," he said. "So much that I think I'm going to enjoy it again. And to be sure of that, these pics of you will be safely here on my phone, where it won't take me any time at all to anonymously put them out on the gym's social media for all to see. Who knows where it'll go from there, what's on the internet is there forever."

"Please, you can't. I'll pay whatever you want, just delete those and let me vanish from this gym and never come back," I said, hoping that he'd let me.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said, "You're going to keep coming here, and when I run into you in the locker room you're going to give me what I want. In fact, we'll be taking this from the locker room back to my place from time to time too, I want to spend some time with that nice sissy ass of yours, see how much of me you can take." He handed me his phone and forced me to enter my number. I was panicked. How was I going to get out of this, what was I going to tell my girlfriend, and most of all, I was incredibly tight, hardly able to even take a modestly sized dildo in my ass, there's no way, he'd literally break me. I guess time would tell how that would go...

He left the shower, and there I was, covered in cum, kneeling there in my panties. I started the shower up for the second time to wash the cum off my face and out of my hair, I took my panties off and held them tightly bunched up in my hand after the shower to get back to my locker and get dressed. I was utterly humiliated, but I had to admit it wasn't all bad, and I spent the rest of that day wondering why I enjoyed being so submissive and used by this man.