This is a story of non-consensual sex that I fully participated in. It may not be for everybody, but it happened this way.
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I had met up with my construction worker six or seven times already and things were going along smoothly. We'd meet at an Adult Books Store, ABS for short, he'd rape me (with my full cooperation). and we were both happy. Last week, things took a different turn, We met up as usual, I watched tentatively from a booth across from my Mediterranean stud, he would be stroking his cock and pretending to sneer at me. I would sheepishly move into his booth, lock the door and then undress. He would push me to my knees and we would begin.
I had just folded the last of my clothes neatly on the bench when he grabbed my cock, and said, "How would you like to go somewhere more private?"
"Where?" I asked, wondering what he had in mind.
"To my private gym, in my home," he said, and smiled.
I asked if he had a lot of equipment there, running some possibilities through my head.
"Oh, I think you'll be pleased," he said with a wicked smile, "but I'm hanging on to these until we get there," holding up my briefs.
I
Apprehensive though I was, I agreed. After all, this guy had been raping me for two months on a pretty regular basis, and had respected anytime I said stop. So I went. I dressed, sans underwear. We hopped in our cars, I followed, and parked on the street next to his house. What followed next, surprised me. I followed him up the driveway, and into the back door, which led to the kitchen. I
"Hello dear," he said to a woman who was obviously his wife, "this is Chaz. He came over to work out with me."
"I managed to mumble a hello and quickly followed him past the kitchen to a door. that led through the garage, and to a room behind the garage. The room was large, about twenty by thirty with a high ceiling with open rafters. The room had massive brick walls and no windows. The room was filled with all sorts of workout apparatus.
"Make yourself at home," he said, motioning me to a locker area with a wooden bench. "You can put your gear in one of the lockers. If you want, I have extra workout shorts."
I tingled with anticipation. this place had so many possibilities, but I was somewhat worried about being so close to his wife. I guess he read my mind by the worried glance I tok in her direction.
"Don't worry about her, the only way she'd come in here is if the place was on fire," they
he reassured. "Besides, the door is locked and she doesn't have the key.
Okay, I guessed. I walked over to the bench, sat down and started to undress again, which was easier since my Construction Worker, CW, had kept my undershorts in his pocket. I put everything away neatly in a locker. CW had merely thrown his clothes on a chair. I opted to remain naked, forgoing the shorts CW had offered.
So there we were, two naked men standing amongst all the gym equipment. Other than our nakedness, we could't be more different. CW was short, about five seven, thick waist but massive chest and arms. I figured the gym equipment was the reason for those arms. He was extremely tan, I as pale as an eggshell. We were a contrast in colors. CW was my master, whatever he wanted I provided, within reason, so I naturally waited for him to tell me what he wanted.
"Follow me," he said with some authority. "I need to work out. You need to suck me while I do." CW went to a weight machine where he extended his arms upright and pulled down on a bar which pulled up on weights. He set the apparatus to 160 pounds. He positioned me so I was kneeling in front of him with his cock in my face, He grabbed my head, and stuffed his cock deep in my mouth. As usual, it filled me entirely, my jaw not yet stretched to accommodate him fully. He was not even hard yet. He warned me not to let his cock out of my mouth or I'd have to be disciplined. I heeded his warning.
As he began his series of repetitions, I sucked, each time he pulled down on the weights, he thrust forward a bit, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Amazingly, he got harder than I ever felt him get. Every time he brought his massive arms down with the weight, his cock pulsed and grew. His eight inches felt like nine and he was hard as a rock. He began sweating as he increased the pace of his workout. I began sweating at the pace I was sucking. Then, suddenly, he stopped.
"Time for a change, come!" he ordered.
Over we went to a new apparatus. This one was one where he sat down, and used one arm to raise weights connected to a cable. He again, positioned me on my knees in front of him and shoved my face on his cock. Again, he set the weights to something far in excess of what I could do. This time, he had one free hand and used that hand to hold my head down each time he raised the weights up.
