Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:33:47 -0500 From: Tucker Hawthorne Subject: Snow Day Workout Locker Room Take Down This story is entirely fictional; any similarities between actual events and people in this story are purely coincidental. The following story is about two consenting adults and depicts sexual activity between two men. If you are not in the age of majority, or it is illegal for you to view or you do not wish to view such material then do not continue reading. I welcome any comments, questions, or concerns. Let me know if this story made you cum - email me at ht.hawthorne@gmail.com. Enjoy! Snow Day Workout Locker Room Take Down H. Tucker Hawthorne Naked except for my jock I was slammed into the wall of lockers. The dark wood felt cool against my cheek, but the locker's hardware pressed painfully into my sternum and the hallow base of my throat. A strong, calm voice growled in my ear: "Thought I wouldn't notice those sideways glances, didn't you? Didn't think I noticed you lusting after the studs in the weight room? It might've helped if you looked at their faces, instead of their dicks, shitbag. Where the fuck do you think you are, some faggoty-assed dance club? What type of fucking pansy thinks he can stare at all those cocks and get away with it? Particularly my fucking cock?" I didn't know what the fuck was going on. This had to be a fucking joke. Who the fuck would do this? "You're just some cock-hungry little slut, aren't you?" "What? No! Dude, I don't know what you're talking about!" A desperate hope to avert whatever was going to unfold. I felt his grip on my wrists tighten as he pressed my face harder against the locker door. He pulled me back and slammed me again harder. What could I do to convince this man that he was mistaken? "You calling me a fucking liar?" "Dude, no! I swear! You got it all wrong!" I didn't really have any idea how I was going to get out of this. I was desperate and didn't want to get the shit kicked out of me. Memories of my adolescent insecurities came flooding back. I was one of those middling kids in High school. Didn't get teased much, but I was never the center of attention. I was never really a jock, but I stayed active and was decent at everything I tried. More importantly I had avoided getting into fights my entire life. I think that's what scared me more than anything else. I mean at this point in my life I worked out pretty regularly - six times a week, was part of a community soccer league, and I ran in a few of the local marathons. I had the strength to fight back, but I lacked the confidence and the experience. Besides there wasn't going to be any fighting back as long as this man had me pinned. "No," he said, "I don't have anything wrong. I know exactly what you are. I've seen you check out the other guys here. I've seen you drool over their bodies. Don't think I don't know what that look in your eyes means. Bitches get that look when they're in heat. It's the look of a bitch whose pussy is wet and craving a fat cock to fill it." His voice was so controlled, so certain; under different circumstances I think I could loose myself in it. "I bet you rub one out when you get home, thinking about blowing any one of the dudes that work out here." Fuck he was so dead on. I couldn't count the times I'd pulled my dick out and jacked it thinking of the studs at this gym, particularly after working out. Gyms just seemed to have testosterone circulating in the air and it drove me wild. There have been so many studs that I've wanted to service right in the locker room. "You going to whimper or answer me, faggot?" "Dude. Dude. I swear that I don't know what you're talking about." No matter how right this man was, I couldn't bring myself to admit it. I mean maybe he'd lighten up if I told him everything. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who the fuck this man was. Maybe if I screamed I could get the attention of someone who worked here. I mean wasn't it getting close to closing time? Or would that just make matters worse? My heart was pounding, my mind was racing. This man had balls. I'd like to think that if anyone walked in on this scene they'd tried to stop it. Was I being naïve to believe that I lived in an enlightened place and age? Desperation kicked in. If I could figure out who this guy was maybe I could fight back or do something to get out of this. Who had I seen working out tonight? Most had left by the time I'd finished my work out. Although I had worked out till closing time, and there weren't very people here tonight in the first place though. It had started to snow by the time I'd gotten home from work and there was at least a few inches on the ground when I got here. I didn't really remember anyone else here when I walked into the locker rooms, but obviously I had just missed who ever this man was. Maybe I should scream. "Scream all you want bitch. Scream at the top of your faggoty little lungs, we're the only ones here. No one is going to fucking save you from me. You'll all mine, you fucking little whore." His voice was so powerful, yet completely calm. It was husky and full, a voice that demanded attention, respect, and compliance. I totally wanted to lose myself in it. I didn't know what this man was going to do to me, but I wanted it. I don't know why. A pit formed in my stomach, there was something about his voice and the way he held me. He was utter confidence and command. I knew I shouldn't have come here tonight. Or I should have come earlier, right after work like I normally do. There had been a nervous excitement in the air. At first I had thought it was because of the reports of snow. It was going to be our first snow of the season, which always made people uneasy. But the predictions this week had been all over the place; some weathermen had said three inches, others said it was going to be a blizzard. The wildly inconsistent predictions just made matters worse. Before even the first flakes had fallen the grocery stores had been raided of all the essentials. Couldn't say I was any different, but my essentials also included things like lube and porn - a magazine or two, or maybe a new movie. Yeah I'd have to make a trip to sex shop to pick up those essentials, but I didn't really mind, snow made me so fucking horny. The commute to work was fine, but people were uneasy just waiting for those flakes. By the time I went to lunch the temperature had dropped and snow seemed imminent. As I walked to get some food there was a tingling on the inside of my nose. I always wondered what that was. Was it an instinctual warning or microscopic ice crystals? Either way my dick began to chub, I couldn't help myself. After lunch I left work as soon as I could, as did most people. By the time I made it home I had a raging hard-on. I looked out over the courtyards of my complex, everything was beginning to become obscured by a layer of white. I was restless, I was horny, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. After some food I decided I should go to the gym to work off this nervous energy. So I grabbed my gym bag and headed over here. "Did you fucking hear me, faggot?!" I snapped back. "You'll all mine tonight, bitch!" Oh god I was about to get the shit kicked out of me, I knew it. He pulled me from the locker doors and violently pushed me so I was prone on the bench. In the smooth speed I was only able to notice his thick, dark, curly mop of hair, muscled frame, olive skin, and the half-sleeve tattoo on his left arm - he was shirtless. "You want some hot jock cock," he asked. "What?" Must have heard him wrong. "I said... do you want some hot jock cock, faggot?" No, I heard him right. Suddenly I felt heat against my ass, a growing stiffness, and a fabric mesh. He was pushing his cock against me. Was he only wearing a jock as well? "Answer the question, bitch!" he slapped my ass. I yelped and struggled against his hold. "Dude, dude, stop please." "Struggle all you want slut, I know you what this cock. Tell me how much you want this cock," he slapped my ass harder. "Ah fuck. Shit. Dude. Stop." I struggled more and inadvertently arched my back, pushing my ass against his cock. His dick was so hard and it felt so good against my crack. Under different circumstances I probably wouldn't have hesitated to let this stud have me. I couldn't deny it on some level I wanted this fucker - wanted him bad. He let out a little laugh. "Just as I thought, but I want to hear you say it." He leaned in close, "Tell. Me. You. Want. My. Fat. Cock. In. You." He licked my ear and then bit down. Oh god that was it. Maybe if I just told him what he wanted to hear, he might at least let go of me and then I could get out of here. "Oh god, yes dude. I want your fucking dick in me." He pulled my hair hard. "Just like I thought, but that's not good enough, bitch. Calling me a fucking liar. You need to address me as sir. Tell me again what you want, but this time address me properly, shitbag." "What?" He shoved my face against the bench and pressed into my body. Oh fuck this was going to be worse than I thought. I wasn't going to get out of this. "Tell me what you fucking want you faggoty little bitch." That commanding voice. "Sir! I want your cock in me! Sir!" "That's better you little whore." He started to grind his cock into my ass. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Yeah you little faggot," he licked and bit my ear again. I moaned and arched my back. My ass pressed into his thrusts. I was loosing control of myself. His free hand started to rub my back, my ass, my chest, and then he pinched one of my nipples. His breath was heavy. "Yeah faggot. I know how hot you are for my fucking cock, just like a bitch in heat." I'd completely given in; there was no turning back now. My resistance faded and I just wanted to loose myself in his voice, his breath. His nipples formed two hard points against my back. No. Wait. What was I doing? What was happening? Was this really just about to happen? No, before I loose myself in this moment. I couldn't let this man take me, I couldn't let him use me completely. Was that what was going to happen? He was going to use me? Use my ass, my mouth, my body to please himself with no regard for me? Was he going to pound me like some little piece of fuckmeat? No, this isn't what I wanted. I may have lusted after some of the studs at this gym, but that didn't give this man the right to demand this from me. I needed to tell him to stop, but before I could utter a word his mouth was on mine. His tongue massaged mine. There was something about this kiss. It wasn't a kiss you would give to a lover; it was sloppy, wet, controlling, and animalistic. He breathed into me and without pause I took it all in. I inhaled his breathe and let it fill my lungs, my body, and my mind. I don't know why, it was instinctual. And with that breath it was over. As his hot, heavy, manly breath filled my body I was his. My last little resistance melted. He would use me completely. Take me and make me his little slut. Tonight, right here, in this locker room, I would become this man's little piece of fuckmeat. And the worst part, the best part, the part that sent shivers through me, the part that turned me on the most was that I want it. I totally and absolutely wanted him to fuck my brains out. I suddenly felt an undeniable yearning between my legs, and I realized that my cock was solid. It was straining the confines of my jock. He grabbed my arm, flipped me over, and straddled my chest. For the first time I saw him. His green eyes were fierce and steady, his jaw was strong. His muscles were perfectly toned and his skin was smooth. Two dark circles surrounded his nipples. The tattoo on his forearm was stylized collection of circular grotesque yet beautiful figures; thick black lines punctuated by bursts of bright color. It looked like there was a jaguar, some sort of warrior, and what appeared to be hieroglyphs. They almost looked like the wall mural at my favorite dive Mexican place, yet they were far more alluring. His kiss and breath may have filled me with an uncontrollable lust, but he remained completely in control. This is what he wanted. "You ain't getting this cock in your pussy yet, bitch. You have to clean my ripe jock first." Grabbing my hair he shoved my face into his pouch. I took in a deep breath. I wanted to smell it. It smelled of sweat and his musk. I doubt he had washed his jock in some time. I tasted it; it was salty and slightly damp. I licked harder. "Yeah lick it clean, boy. That's right. Lick it clean." Yeah I wanted to lick it clean. I wanted to do whatever he told me. Its heady smell and salty taste drove me wild, but there was something more there too. It tasted of more than just sweat, was that piss? Was it cum? Was it both? It didn't really matter. I just kept licking his pouch clean. As I licked I could feel his cock harden beneath the fabric. I licked harder, I couldn't stop myself. I took a sharp breath in. This stud jock musk was so overwhelming, so intoxicating; it drove me to the edge. I wanted more. I wanted him. I moaned loud. "Oh god, Sir, give me that cock, Sir! I want it. Sir!" "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You were doing well, until you opened your cunt mouth." He slapped my face. "Keep licking, whore." "Sir, yes Sir!" "That's better." I dived in and licked that pouch clean. It was ripe; covered in his sweat, cum, and piss; I tasted it all. I didn't know what was coming over me. I had never been this wild before. This was animalistic, manly, and exhilarating. I wanted to please this man, this man who only a few minutes before I thought was going to beat this shit out of me. I wanted him to take me in every way; I would do anything he asked me to. I wanted to worship him completely. I was utterly his. Before I knew it the pouch was soaked with my saliva. "Good boy," he said. "Do you want to suck my cock now?" "Sir, yes Sir!" "Good." He pulled the fabric to the side. His cock popped out and almost hit my face. It was massive and not even fully erect. He had a fat dark head, and his goose-egg balls hung low. He grabbed his dick and slapped my face with it which caused it jump and harden to its full glory. It must have been a good nine inches, if not more and it was fat like a beer can. Awestruck and I immediately inhaled his glory. Just like his jock it salty with sweat. First I worked the head, caressing it with my tongue, savoring his manhood before I opened my mouth wider and took his member deeper. I was in an awkward position as he straddled my chest. But I didn't let that deter me. I wanted to swallow his cock. I wanted to bury my nose in his pubes and I wanted him to fuck my face. "Yeah baby. Suck your daddy's cock like a good bitch." He was so demanding, so controlling, so demeaning, but I loved it. I had never had another man treat me this way. All the other boys wanted to be sensual, wanted to make love. Those were hot times, but this was beyond any sex I had ever had and I was only sucking his dick. There was something so awesome about giving up control of your desires and giving in to a man who was stronger, hotter, and better than you. I was being taken, but I was totally willing. He moaned, grabbed the back of my head, and without warning he shoved his cock down my throat. He wasn't easy, I started to gag, but I wanted it. I didn't want him to stop. He pulled all the way out and slammed his dick back down my throat. It was amazing. His grip tightened as he violently fucked my mouth cunt. Each time he pulled back, he almost pulled his dick entirely out. Spit started to run down my chin and my neck. I wanted to bury my nose in his pubes, to smell his essence, but the fabric of his jock blocked me. I whimpered. "You want me to be easy on you, bitch?" he demanded. "No Sir!" "Then what is it you little whore? Can't take my dick?" "No Sir! I love your dick, Sir! I want it Sir!" "Then why the fuck you whimpering like a puppy?" Should I tell him? Yes, I needed to. I couldn't keep anything from this man. "Sir, I want to bury my nose in your pubes." "What?" "Sir, I want to bury my nose in your pubes. I want to smell your musk. I'm sorry Sir I can't help it. I need it!" "You are a fucking little cunt whore. Slut wants to inhale my pubes. Fine." He stood up and pulled his jock off. My daddy was perfection. His stomach flat and I could see his abs. His arms were thick and his chest made a perfect "v." Holding tight against his skin I saw his trimmed dark pubic bush that thinned to a completely straight happy trail that ended at his belly button. My eyes kept on following the line of his chest up to his face. His face was solid, but not angry. His eyes were intense, but he was in complete command. I scrambled to my knees to worship his cock. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed it. He didn't have to face fuck me this time. His scent filled my nostrils and it was the most exhilarating thing I've ever smelled. Sweat mingled with an earthy, sweet scent filling my head. Ever time I swallowed his dick I caught more of his scent and I was filled with more lust. "Yeah bitch. Yeah suck that dick. Yeah. That's a good little boy." I sucked harder. I tasted pre-cum. He had the most amazing dick and I wanted it all. I held his cock in my throat and took a deep breath in. Oh god yes, I want this stud. He was my daddy. I needed to worship his dick, his body. I needed to worship this man, that's all I was really good for. My entire life, every hook-up, boyfriend, and fuck buddy that I had in the past was just a precursor this man. "Worship that dick, slut." It was as if he was reading my thoughts. I moaned loud. "That's right. You just want to worship this dick don't you boy?" "Sir, yes Sir. Give me that dick! I need it, I need to worship it! Taste it! Please Sir, please!" "That's what I like to hear." He shoved his cock deep down my throat and went wild. Pulling in and out. Slapping my face. Calling my slut, bitch, whore, faggot pig. His dick leaked so much pre-cum and I wanted it all. He kept fucking my mouth, giving me no break. I didn't care. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted him to shot his load all over my face. I wanted jet after jet to coat me and fill my mouth, but he had other plans. "Don't think that a little faggot like you gets off with just sucking my cock." A devilish smile crossed his lips. "It's time you worship this body." I didn't know what he meant. I just looked at him, at a complete loss. All I wanted was to please my daddy. Couldn't I keep sucking his cock? "Bitch, I told you to worship this body!" I didn't know what else to do, so I started licking his abs. I licked each one individually and then I moved up to his pecs. There were two large firm mounds covered in a light smattering of black hair. I caressed each nipple with my tongue before suckling on it. I nibbled and licked some more. He moaned. "Yeah bitch, suck those nipples. That's a good whore." He put his hands behind his head exposing his pits. I paused unsure again as to what he wanted me to do. "Don't just sit there with a stupid look on your face faggot, lick my pits clean like you did my jock." The smell and taste of his pits was even more intoxicating than his crotch. He didn't wear deodorant, so his pits were ripe. It was the most amazing thing I had ever smelled and tasted. Funky and masculine. This is what men tasted like. All I wanted at that moment was to be a good faggot and please this stud; he was my everything. "Oh fuck yeah you little whore. Clean those pits. You like that, don't you?" "Sir, yes Sir!" I was in heaven. This was total ecstasy. There was a sharp sting across my ass as he slapped it. I licked harder and pinched his nipples. Another slap across my ass. Daddy must like what I was doing to him. I kept licking until there were nice and clean. When I was done I went back to his nipples; suckling, biting, tickling them. "Good boy," he said before he turned me around and pushed me to my knees. "Ass up, bitch." I didn't know what he was going to do - was he going to fuck me now? I did as I was told. He slapped my ass some more. "Yeah, that's a sweet ass. Daddy likes a fine bubble butt like yours." I was glad he was pleased. I had gotten plenty of compliments on my ass before; a few even said it was my best feature. It was perfectly round and taut. "Now I'm going to tongue that hot pink hole of yours. Is that what you want? You want me to make that hole nice and wet for my cock." "Oh Sir! God yes daddy!" I was totally hot. He knew I'd say yes no matter what he asked. He was in total control. I wanted him and I'd do anything. It wasn't just his perfectly sculpted body, or his beautiful boyish yet strong face. Nor was it just the size of his cock. The commanding voice had just as much to do with it. He was one of those men who could convey his will through his voice. It was deep, dark, and superior. I was lost in it, I was lost in him. He could piss on me, spank me, hit me, or kick me; I was completely his to use and I'd beg for it all. "Please! Please! Please! Tongue fuck my boypussy." His tongue felt so good against my hole. He licked around my hole, then pushed in and tasted me. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed, he kissed and bit me. I moaned and grabbed his head to push him deeper into me. I felt the vibrations wash through me as he moaned. My daddy ate my boypussy and got it nice and wet for his massive cock. "Oh god, tongue fuck me. I want it. I need it, Sir!" He spanked me. "Yeah, bitch wants my cock." "Yes Sir!" "Time to get this pussy nice and wet," he dove at my hole. I couldn't help but moan in complete ecstasy. My hole relaxed, suddenly I felt him probing me with one of his fingers. "Yes faggot, open the hole for me." He spit on my ass; I felt the thick heavy wad slide down my crack. "Please Sir, fuck me! Please Sir! I need your cock in me! I want it now, Sir! Please!" I pleaded. I couldn't believe I was reduced to begging for this man's cock. I couldn't help myself; it was all I was thinking about, all I wanted. The thought of him pounding the shit out of me was all that I needed. "Please Sir. Oh please god fuck me Sir! Fuck the shit out of me." He slapped my ass hard and grabbed my hair. "Shut the fuck up faggot. I don't want to hear your fucking whining. You'll get this dick when I say you get this dick. You understand, slut?!" "Sir, yes Sir! Sorry Sir!" He laughed. "Good." He rubbed his rigid cock against my wet pussy. Then he slapped the head of his cock against my hole. "Come bitch open up. That's a good boy." Suddenly I felt him head of dick press against me. "I said open up!" I let out a cry as I relaxed, his cock slide quickly into me. Suddenly I felt his pubes against my ass. "Good boy." His cock felt so good into me. I'd never felt that way. I was totally full, complete, whole. It was the most amazing feeling. He was just so big and so thick; it filled my entire ass up. No man had made me feel this way. But he didn't give me any time to enjoy the feeling. With a grunt he pulled his dick out before slamming it balls deep again. I screamed! He pounded me, pulling all the way out before slamming back in - long dicking me. He grunted load husky grunts. He slapped my ass hard over and over again. He grabbed my hair, pinched my nipples. My daddy was sending wave after wave of pure animalistic pleasure through my body. "Oh god yes Sir! God yes! Thank you Sir!" I screamed. "Yeah slut take this dick all the way! Take it whore!" "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Thank you daddy! Thank you Sir!" My own cock was straining against my jock, but it didn't matter. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I was being utterly used; I was this man's piece of fuckmeat. Sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes. I could feel the perspiration on my back dripping down my side. He was sweating too. We were animals fucking, nothing more. I was being dominated by the ideal of manhood. I was his boy, his bitch. I whimpered. He was fucking my manhood out of me. He kept fucking me hard for I don't know how long, but the locker room filled with the scent of hot man sex. Then he stopped with his dick all the way in me. He made smaller slower movements, hitting me deep. I was swept up in the sweetest feeling. "You like that bitch?" "Oh god yes daddy." He was bringing me close to cumming, I could feel the anticipation building in my balls. "Sir you're going to make me blow." I panted, I wasn't sure if he would want me to blow my load so soon. "Oh yeah? Bitch can't handle it." He pulled his cock completely out of my ass again and slammed it all the way back in. The anticipation reached a plateau as he went back to pounding me. I could feel the precum soaking my jock. This man was amazing. My eyes rolled back into my head. I'd given myself over to him, over to the pure bliss. I could only feel him fuck me, his massive cock entering me before he pulled it back out and then slammed it back into me. Over and over and over and over again. I was drooling, moaning, whimpering, groaning. This was so fucking amazing. Suddenly his moan filled the room, "Yeah bitch, daddy's going to cum in your tight pussy!" "Yes daddy! Oh yes daddy!" "You want daddy's cum deep in you?" "Oh god yes, Sir! Breed me! Breed me deep, Sir! Breed me like the little cum bitch I am!" "Oh god yes!" He screamed, "Here it comes faggot." He slammed his cock all the way in me and I could feel his cock violently pulse as jets of cum filled my hole. Jet after jet shot deep into me. Five, six, seven, eight, more just kept coming. Even inside of me I could feel how hot and heavy they were. That sent me over the edge and I blew my own load in my jock. I screamed. He moaned. It was over. He pulled his cock out, I felt empty and incomplete. "Clean this dick off bitch." I didn't hesitate. I swallowed his massive pole. It tasted sweet and alkali, the perfect taste of a man, mixed with my own ass juices. I sucked ever drop off his dick. "Good faggot. Don't move." I heard him opening a locker and rummage through a gym bag. He came back holding a butt plug. "Lick it," he said. I sucked on the big black rubber toy. Swallowing it, coating it in my own saliva. When he was satisfied with the job I had done, he pushed the butt plug into my ass. There was a little resistance as the large round base of the pug reached my ass lips. He held it there for a moment so I could feel just how large it was, it stretched me to the limit. Then he gave it a final quick push, I little out a squeal, and it popped all the way in. I still felt incomplete. "I want that load to stay in my bitch," the devilish smile again. "You're mine now, faggot." "Thank you Sir." "Don't thank me yet. I'm taking you home tonight. Because you're such a good little cocksucking slut, I'm going to whore you out to some of my friends." I was shocked. "You may recognize some of them." "Wha..." "Shut the fuck up. Pack your clothes up, but don't put them on. The only thing you're allowed to wear from now on is that dirty jock. You understand?" I nodded. My humiliation wasn't over yet. "Good. Now I'm going to shower and get dressed. When you're done packing your shit I want you to kneel on the ground and wait for me. Got it?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy."