This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains non-consent, blackmail and humiliation elements.
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I work late so I like to go to the gym in the last hour before it closes, when I practically have the place to myself. Even though my job is crazy these days, I still take working out seriously and get myself to the gym every day, and it has paid off. I have a body most guys admire and even envy. Not to toot my own horn but I am jacked. I'm 5'10, 215 solid muscle. Frankly, I turn a lot of heads, male and female.
Tonight though there were these two old guys I always see around that annoy the hell out of me. They are classic 'talkers,' who seem to go to the gym not to work out but to socialize. These two were monopolizing a bench I wanted to hit but weren't even using it, just sitting there and jabbering on.
They looked to be in their 50s or so and both total slobs. One had big pot belly, a gray beard and was bald. The other had a gut too but not as fat, and was taller than his friend. He had wiry gray hair and a sort of pock-marked face with glasses. I approached them with a smile on my face.
"Hey buddy you almost finished with that?" They looked at each other and grinned, then the seated man, the pock-marked guy with glasses, stared at me and paused before slowly saying.
"No."
Complete disdain. I smiled briefly but he just stared at me deadpan. I was kind of taken back and stumbled with my words a bit before responding.
"Well maybe you could actually use it instead of just sitting there and chatting." He smiled at me condescendingly then turned back to his friend and resumed his conversation, completely ignoring me. I stood there impotently for a few moments and then turned and walked away. It wasn't worth getting into an argument, and despite my big muscles, I'm a pretty non-confrontational guy.
It was embarrassing though, being disrespected like that. It felt strange, almost like a slap to the face. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I continued my workout with renewed vigor and then headed to the locker room to hit the showers. I stripped down and left my locker open- there was no one else in the gym, so I felt comfortable doing that and walking around with no towel.
Wearing only a pair of shower sandals, I stepped under the warm stream and lost myself in my thoughts. I was awoken from my revelry moments later when I heard a harsh voice call out.
"God damn that's a tiny dick!" It was the fat bald guy, and his taller friend next to him laughing. They stood in the door of the shower room, both naked. These fat old fucks- they were hung like bulls! I stared at their big waggling dicks and gasped My face bloomed red in shame.
"What's the matter son, haven't you ever seen a grown man naked before?" The taller, pock-marked guy asked, leering at my crotch as he approached.
"Things change when a guy's clothes are off, don't they son?" The fat bald guy asked me, coming closer to me than any man had ever when we were both naked. He pushed his hefty body into mine, like a fat old bull pushing around a young heifer.
"Not so pushy now, are you? Not so 'cocky', huh?!" He was right- naked, everything was different. I no longer felt like the confident swaggering jock I usually was. As they teased me about my dick size, I felt my usual assured self being supplanted by a stammering, weak-willed wimp. I backed up against the wall pathetically as he pushed his big stomach into me.
And I could no longer look at them as fat, out-of-shape old losers. They were men and I was a boy. All I had to do was look at what was between our legs to know where I stood.
Suddenly their out-of-shape bodies didn't seem pathetic, they seemed proud. Their big guts were a sign of manhood, not giving a fuck, letting it all hang out. My own tight abs seemed vain and womanly. They were hairy as hell, swirling gray bath-mats on their chests, hairy bellies, even straps on their shoulders and twin tufts on their upper and lower back. And they both had the biggest bushes I had ever seen. Swirling, dense beds of pubic hair that continued around their entire genitals, tufts on their inner thighs, beards on their balls.
"Look, he shaves his little peepee. What's a matter boy, don't want to be a man?"
"No, I don't shave it, I just trim-" I protested feebly.
"You young fellas are all such pansies, all you dumb faggots in the gym are as smooth as little boys. Fucking pathetic." The fat bald one told me as he proudly scratched his pubes. It was true. They both had lions manes of bushes to compliment their big cocks, whereas I was almost bare as a prepubescent boy. Just a neatly trimmed patch, like a woman. Something I had taken for granted since most the men I grew up with, guys I lifted with now, trimming are bush, once the most natural thing in the world now seemed absurd and embarrassing.
"And look at those muscles. Damn boy! Talk about over-compensation. Don't you know no amount of weight-liftings going to make that little thing any bigger?" The older guy crowed.
Their own big hogs waggled at me tauntingly as they approached. Just like the shorter, fat guy's belly, with each step the masculine heaviness between their legs jingled obscenely. I couldn't handle looking at their fat dark dicks, was shocked and disgusted by myself for looking so much, that my gaze fell to the floor. A voice in my brain observed- classic submissive display. Their feet were cornering me into the shower.
Suddenly I felt like a little kid trapped by a pair of bullies on the playground. Their howling laughter had a strange echo effect in the shower room, and it felt like I was punched in the stomach.
"Boy I didn't know they came that small. Your mama get knocked up by a midget?"
"Damn shame. That is one TINY FUCKING COCK boy. And on a big guy like you, why it looks positively tiny!" My eyes were still locked to the wet floor. Even our feet were different- mine clean and well-trimmed in a pair of shower sandals, their's hairy, with yellowed, untrimmed nails.
"Bet the girls are real disappointed when they see you with no pants on." The fatter one taunted.
"What the fuck you talking about girls, man. Don't you know a pillow-biter when you see one? This little bitch is a homo butt-boy or my dick is diamonds." The older one leered at me hatefully.
"Yeah, I think you might be right. Big old muscle pussy. Looks so strong and tough on the outside, but when his pants are down, he grabs his ankles and says "Hello Sailor."
"Yeah only a real Nancy could have a tiny little pecker like that. Nelly-boys don't need real dicks, they have fun with their asses, don't they Mary?" I was speechless and stunned by their verbal assault, so I just stammered, which made them laugh even more.
In a daze of humiliation and shame, I submitted to their verbal abuse. My acquiescence to their cruelty only seemed to egg them on. I don't know how much longer I was belittled and berated. They couldn't get enough of it, as I lost track of their words, so dazed by the shame, I saw them make the little dick symbol with their hands. The fat one grabbed my mouth, squeezing my jaw with his thick fingers, and said something about sucking cock, which woke me up.
