II parked in front of the Main Street Gym, working up the nerve to walk inside. I took a deep breath, exited my car, and walked to the door. I opened it and walked in.
“Good morning Rebecca, how are you today?” the owner asked me.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I said coldly.
“I’m glad, Becca. My name is Eddie if you need anything,” he said with a broad smile.
I looked into the gym and counted ten men, all looking my way. I turned back to Eddie.
“I hope those men are more in control today. I can’t have what happened yesterday happen again.
“Oh, yes, ma’am, I’m sure they learned their lesson yesterday,” he said sarcastically.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” I said curtly.
“OH, Miss, I bought some feminine products for the ladies’ locker room to make you feel more comfortable. He stated excitedly.
I gave Eddie a weak smile and headed to the ladies locker room. There weren’t any men’s gym bags, and I saw a shelf of feminine products on the vanity. I wandered over to see what he had purchased. I saw tampons, pantyliners, and feminine spray, and my jaw dropped when I also saw douche, condoms, and a few boxes of the morning-after pill. I couldn’t believe he would stock those things in the gym bathroom. I pulled out my workout clothes and stripped them out of my clothes when the door flew open, and Tommy walked in.
“Hey, Becca, glad to see you’re sticking with your workout schedule,” he said, smiling.
I covered my privates and, with a look of shock, turned around.
“What the fuck, dude, I’m changing,” I screamed.
“What? I saw you naked yesterday. I never thought you’d be shy now,” He figured.
“Well, yesterday never should have happened. You guys took advantage of me, and that won’t happen again,” I stated firmly.
“Wow, did you have your period or something?” He asked, shocked I was upset.
“Tommy, get out of here and let me get dressed,” I ordered.
Tommy left, and after I calmed myself down, I got dressed in a white tube top, a pair of tight white shorts, ballet leggings, and gym shoes. I wore pigtails and saw a woman ready to get physically fit when I looked in the mirror. I walked out on the gym floor to a standing ovation from all ten men, and my face turned bright red as I made my way to the treadmill. I was so embarrassed. Looking around, I remembered only Tommy’s face from the day before. Which meant somebody had told all these guys what I had done. This was not starting how I expected. I prepared to work out and tuned the men out. When I finished and stepped off the treadmill, all the men stared at me.
“Tommy, what is wrong with these guys?” I asked, bewildered.
“OK, you guys, Knock it off and get back to work,” Tommy scolded the men.
“Tell them to stop it. You know I can call the police, don’t know,” I hissed at Tommy.
“Becca, they are the police,” he chuckled.
That sent a shiver down my spine as I looked at the handsome, well-built men lifting weights, their bodies glistening with sweat. I hoped I could finish my workout and run out before they got me in the yoga room. I didn’t want to let them win. I kept breathing deeply and soon calmed down somewhat. All eyes were on me as I worked out and moved from machine to machine. Tommy again was getting handsy with me; he would grab or rub me inappropriately, and the men took it all in.
“Tommy, stop pawing at me,” I ordered angrily.
At one point, he grabbed me and kissed me. I cursed myself afterward for kissing him back and not stopping him. I ignored his hands. I focused on my workout and wouldn’t let Tommy get in my head. But he was getting to me. I began to sweat, and my breathing became labored as I became more and more aroused.
Tommy led me to the area to do squats, and I looked inside the yoga studio. I stopped when I saw a padded table where the mats were yesterday. I began to panic. I was looking for a quick exit. Tommy grabbed my hand, and we proceeded to the squat rack.
“UM, Tommy, I think I need to go,” I uttered nervously.”
“Come on, Becca, you’re almost finished; keep with it,” he said encouragingly.
“Fine, but can you please keep your hands to yourself? The men are watching,” I begged.
“But your body responds to my caresses. Why fight it?” Tommy whispered to me.
“Tommy, the men are watching us, don’t give them any ideas,” I corrected him.
Tommy loaded the bar with weights and instructed me to position it on my shoulders and pick it up. I lifted the bar with my legs. It was cumbersome, and I felt my knees buckling a bit, but I managed to keep it under control.
“This is heavy, Tommy. I can’t move,” I cried.
“OK, OK, I can lighten your load. Would you like that?” Tommy whispered from behind me.
“Yes, please, anything to help Tommy,” I sighed under the weight.
I was standing upright with a heavy bar on my shoulders, my legs trembling under the weight, and I could not move, so Tommy made his move.
Tommy grabbed my tube top and slid it down to my waist, exposing my breasts as the men gathered around.
“Oh God, not again. Is this how all my workouts are going to go?” I moaned.
“Yeah, pretty much. You did such a good job yesterday,” Tommy responded
Tommy knelt in front of me and yanked my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my naked body to the men gathering around me.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, realizing what would happen soon enough.
“It’s OK, Becca. You’ll be fine. Let’s finish your last few exercises,” he said calmly.
“Tommy, get these weights off me,” I pleaded.
Sensing I couldn’t hold the weights much longer, the men lifted some pressure off my shoulder as Tommy had my shorts open so I could step out of them. I slowly lifted one foot, and then the other as Tommy removed my clothes and shoes. The men removed the bar from my shoulders. Tommy guided me through my last few exercises naked as the men watched. My breathing became shallow as I became aroused. Some of the men were already naked, sporting large erections. By the time I finished my bicep curls, I was in a room of totally nude men.
“OK, Becca, Time for your cardio workout,” Tommy said, grabbing my hand and smiling.
“OH, Tommy, no please, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen again, I moaned in surrender.
Tommy led me toward the yoga room, and my eyes glued to the floor in shame. I was going to fuck a large group of men again. How could I have thought things would be different today? Tommy climbed onto the table, laying on his back, and then I was picked up and told to straddle him as another man climbed on the table behind me. Tommy pulled me down towards him so my ass was sticking up in the air, and I felt something cold touch my bunghole and something cold filling my anus. I knew not only would my pussy get fucked raw, but I was going to get sodomized as well.
“Come on, guys, not back there,” I pleaded
“Becca get me lined up in your pussy,” Tommy asked.
I reached between my legs, grabbed his cock, and placed it in my wet fuckhole for him, he pushed upwards, and his cock slid deep into my pussy. At the same time, I felt a giant cock slip into the opening of my bunghole, but it was large, and my rosebud was reluctant to open for it. I felt pressure, and I could feel my rosebud losing its battle with the bulbous head of the cock, and with another hard push, the hard cock slipped into my tight asshole.
“AGH! AGH! Easy,” I squealed.
The walls of my anus spread reluctantly to accommodate the oversized invader, sinking deeper and deeper into my bowels until I felt the man’s balls slap against Tommy’s cock. With both men’s balls deep in my fuckholes, they began to thrust in and out of me, finding a rhythm that bounced me up and down on their hard poles. I looked around, and all of the men were transfixed on me on the table as the three of us fucked. I threw my head back in protest as my honey hole, and my anus clung to the cocks, as they were pistoned in and out of them.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried, as the pace of my fucking increased.
Tommy began twisting my nipples, which was driving me crazy.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah,” I moaned as my hips rolled, contributing to the fucking motion.
My body began to betray me, and I felt a stirring in my loins, alerting me I was going to orgasm soon. I knew if I started having orgasms, these guys would never stop fucking me. Tommy’s cock was hitting my G-spot with every thrust. The cock in my ass was making everything tighter is side me. If he had only stopped twisting my nipples, I may have been able to suppress it, but it was hopeless. Like lava churning up the volcano, my orgasm built and overtook me. Tommy gave me three quick thrusts and then came.
“Oh, fuck, Becca, I’m going to cum in you. Oh, fuck,” he shouted as his cum shot against my cervix.
I was quick to join him.
“Oh, Tommy fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried as an enormous orgasm washed over me.
I fell onto Tommy’s chest and continued to moan.
“Fuck my ass, fuck it harder, give it to me,” I squealed.
“Oh, fuck yeah, oh yeah,” the guy fucking my ass screamed as he shot his sperm deep into my bowels.
I was sweating when Tommy kissed me, slid out from underneath me, and hopped off the table. Another man quickly took his place, and I had to lift my leg to allow him entry. I grabbed his cock and put it in the opening of my honey hole, and he did the rest, sinking his bone deep inside me. I felt a jostling behind me as the man that had just cum in me retreated, and a new cock was inserted into my ass. The men started fucking me as I began to ride their cocks, hoping it would hasten their ejaculations. For some reason, today, I had a bullseye on my G-spot because both guys were ringing my bell, constantly rubbing or bumping it.
And so my morning went, fucking, coming, and repeating it.
“Yeah, give it to me, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I screamed as I came time and time again.
After six guys fucked my ass, I begged Tommy no more. I had been fucked raw and was in a great deal of pain. Tommy had mercy on me and shut down my ass as my pussy became the only game in town. I fucked until every man had had his fill of my cunt. I had been fucked senseless by the ten men, most taking more than one turn on me. I laid on the table when they had finished, unwilling to move for a while, cum dripping from my sore pussy, and the gaping hole in my ass. Eventually, Tommy helped me to the shower and helped me get dressed. Tommy packed my gym bag as we sat on a bench. I was in a trance.
“Becca, why don’t you come down to the firehose, and I’ll give you a tour? I think you’d enjoy it,” Tommy said softly, hugging my shoulder.
“You mean the one on Second St.?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, that’s the one,” He replied.
“When? I asked.
“How about this Sunday, around eleven o’clock?” Tommy asked as he held me in his arms.
I thought about it for a moment and then said,
“Alright,”
“Becca, from now on, don’t wear a gym outfit; we’re going to have you exercise in the nude,” Tommy announced.
I looked at him and asked,” Won’t Eddie get mad?”
“No, he’ll be OK with it.
“Will I still get to work out with you, or am I going straight to the yoga room?” I wondered.
“No, we’ll continue your weight training first,” Tommy assured me.
“OK, I guess,” I replied.
With that, I got up and walked past the front desk.
“Did the men behave for you today, Becca?” he asked.
“Fuck you, Eddie,” I hissed as I walked out the door.