u/SleepyKnight123

The gym was packed that afternoon, the air thick with sweat and the clang of weights. I spotted him immediately. Tyler, my old high school tormentor. Still built like a goddamn tank, all broad shoulders and thick thighs, his cocky grin flashing as he barked orders at his workout buddies. He’d made my life hell back then: wedgies in the locker room, slurs in the hallways, that one time he pantsed me in front of the entire football team. Revenge had been a long time coming.

I waited until he headed for the showers, towel slung low on his hips. His jockstrap was right there in his open gym bag, still warm, musky from his workout. Heart pounding, I snatched it, slipped into a stall, and jerked myself furiously. It didn’t take long. Thick ropes of my cum splattered into the pouch, soaking the fabric. I stuffed it back exactly as I’d found it and waited.

Minutes later, the connection hit like lightning the second he pulled it on. A rush of sensation flooded me, his damp skin, the tight stretch of the straps against his ass, my load squelching warmly against his heavy balls and thick cock. I could feel everything. His confusion. His sudden stiffness. And best of all, my total control.

I drove straight to Jake’s place. My buddy had always been a kinky fucker, into domination, humiliation, the works. He answered the door in sweats, eyebrow raised when I told him I had a “special surprise” for him.

“Use my body however you want,” I said, already feeling Tyler’s mind screaming inside. “No limits.”

Jake’s eyes lit up with that predatory hunger. He didn’t ask questions. He just grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved me inside.

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*What the fuck is happening?* Tyler’s thoughts exploded in my head as Jake forced his body down onto its knees in front of the couch. *This isn’t me... I’m not... oh god, no!*

I felt every humiliating inch of it. Jake’s bare foot lifted, pressing against Tyler’s lips. The salty taste of his skin filled my (our) mouth. Jake grinned down, voice low and commanding. “Lick, bitch.”

Tyler’s tongue moved against his will, dragging slow and obedient over the sole, between the toes. Disgust roiled through him, hot and nauseating, shame burning his cheeks. *Stop! This can’t be real. I’m straight, I don’t do this shit!* But the body obeyed perfectly. Jake’s foot pushed deeper, fucking his mouth lazily while Jake stroked his own growing bulge.

I felt it all, the degradation, the way Tyler’s stomach churned… and the unwelcome twitch in his cock, trapped in my cum-soaked jockstrap.

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“Good boy,” Jake growled, finally pulling his foot away. He yanked down the shorts I’d put on, exposing Tyler’s muscular ass. The jockstrap stayed on, the pouch obscenely tented. Jake shoved him forward over the arm of the couch, kicking his legs apart.

Tyler’s mind was a storm of panic. *No, no, no, fuck, that’s my ass, he’s gonna...*

The blunt head of Jake’s thick cock pressed against his hole, still dry. Jake spat on it once, twice, then pushed in hard. I gasped out loud as Tyler’s virgin-tight ring stretched around the invasion. The burn was intense, a sharp, tearing pressure that made Tyler’s thoughts fracture into pure animal humiliation. *I’m being fucked. By a dude. Like a goddamn slut. Everyone’s gonna know.*

But Jake didn’t go slow. He slammed deep, bottoming out with a grunt, his balls slapping against Tyler’s. The couch creaked as he started pounding in a brutal rhythm. Every thrust sent jolts of unwanted pleasure exploding through Tyler’s prostate. I felt it like it was my own body, his cock leaking helplessly into the cum-stained jock, the way his hole clenched greedily despite the shame flooding his brain.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jake groaned, gripping Tyler’s hips hard enough to bruise. He reached around and squeezed the bulge in the jockstrap. “And hard. You like this, huh?”

*No! I hate it... I hate it... fuck, it feels so good... stop making me feel this!* Tyler’s inner voice was breaking, torn between revulsion and the overwhelming, building ecstasy. His body pushed back onto Jake’s cock, meeting every thrust like a desperate whore.

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I was lost in the dual sensations, controlling every flex of Tyler’s powerful muscles while drowning in his humiliated pleasure. Jake railed him harder, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. He grabbed a fistful of Tyler’s hair, yanking his head back.

“Gonna fill you up, bitch.”

Tyler’s mind screamed as Jake buried himself to the hilt and came, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding deep inside. The feeling pushed Tyler over the edge too, his own cock erupting untouched into the jockstrap, mixing with my dried load. Waves of shameful orgasm crashed through him, his hole spasming wildly around Jake’s shaft.

*Oh god… I came. From getting fucked. I’m ruined.*

Jake pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from Tyler’s wrecked hole. He gave the ass a firm slap and laughed. "That was incredible. I rarely get to fuck such a tight, hot hole. Feel free to reach out again if you need to."

I grinned as I sensed Tyler’s inner conflict. I don’t think this will be the last time for him. Even without my help.

Shortly after, I got a message from Jake. It was a video of the session with the message, "Thanks for the 'special surprise,' feel free to send me more."

I knew he’d film it. Now I have leverage over Tyler, so maybe I can have some fun with him myself. If not, I know where to find his jockstrap. Now it’s time to look for the next target. Maybe it’ll be you?