“Come on man, you can do it,” one of the group of boys that ..
🕑 Added 2023-01-17 01:31:33 +0000 UTC
“Come on man, you can do it,” one of the group of boys that gathered around Dylan was edging on.
“Man, you are a beast,” another jock called out.
“Ugh,” Dylan grunted and pumped out another rep.
Dylan pressed each rep of the bench press to outperform his previous max. The sweat soaked, loose stringer barely covered his smooth pecs and his firm nipples. His arms were straining and pecs bulging. Dylan grunted out his last rep to the admiration of his buddies. He reached the heavy weighted bar to the rack and set up yelling, flexing his hard muscles.
“Way to go man,” “awesome, Dude,” his friends slapped him on the back.
Dylan stood up and continued to flex his sore pecs in the mirror. He was showing more grains than ever. Dylan was the most shredded guy at school and all the other fellow students looked up to him. They were even asking him recently if he was using steroids but he would just laugh and walk off.
When his friends left, Dylan walked into the locker room. He once again stood in front of the mirror, lifting both arms in a double bicep flex. His biceps were pumped, forming two perfect round balls. Dylan then peeled the shirt over his head.
“Damn, I look good,” Dylan turned, putting his arms behind his back and doing a sideways pose.
“You definitely do,” a man's voice caused the jock boy to turn nervously toward the doorway of the locker room.
The older man dropped his gym bag on a bench by a set of lockers and walked up behind Dylan. Dylan just stood there looking through the mirror at the older man’s reflection.
“You showing a lot of gains,” the man whispered into Dylan’s right ear as he ran his left hand down the younger man’s shredded, smooth back.
“Thank you, sir,” the normally cocky jock sounded submissive.
Over the past few months, Dylan grew to call the man master. Dylan nervously looked around the locker room to make sure he was alone, as the master slid his hands down his athletic back into the sweatpants. The master lowered the sweatpants over the round, firm ass cheeks. The sweatpants fell down around Dylan’s ankles, exposing a white jockstrap framing the tight, pale cheeks.
“Beautiful,” the master whispered as he squeezed the firm cheeks.
“Thank you, sir,” Dylan answered, as he closed his eyes to hide the discomfort in his jock pouch,
The master smiled and hooked his thumbs into the tight waistband. He then peeled the front of the jockstrap down. Dylan’s body was smooth, revealing every flawless, shredded muscle. The master reached around Dylan’s sculpted waist and traced the deep v shape cuts leading down to the hairless boy crotch and the plastic cockcage.
“Good boy,” the older man gave a small laugh as he cupped the trapped cock.
Dylan wrench as his cock tried to get hard in the restrictive cage. The jock boy was embarrassed that he wore the damn thing.
“Your workouts are a lot more productive without your useless cock in the way, aren’t they,” the master whispered into Dylan’s ear.
“Yes, sir,” Dylan replied in a whisper.
Dylan always dreamed of getting bigger, more muscular. However, as hard as he tried, he found himself easily distracted by other things, especially sex and girls. That was before he met his master. Since his master locked him up, he found himself more focused. He worked harder and started to see the desired gains. Over the last few months he even grew used to the confining cage and not being able to get hard.
After Dylan obediently stepped out of his clothes and jockstrap, the master pulled his cellphone from his pocket and reached over Dylan’s bare shoulders, he took a picture of himself and the muscular naked boy.
“What that for, sir,” Dylan asked, politely.
Ever since his cock was locked up, the previous arrogant, disrespectful jock became polite.
“Some friends of mine have been inquiring about you,” the master replied as he sent the text. “Now let's get you in the shower and get you your post workout supplement,” the older man put his phone back into his pocket and pulled out a chain from under his shirt.
On the end of the necklace was a key. The master pulled the necklace over his head and moved in front of Dylan. Dylan felt so relieved as his master unlocked the cockcage. The jock’s cock instantly grew hard, standing straight out. However, Dylan knew what freeing his cock meant. The master only remove Dylan’s cage when he intends to fuck the jock’s ass. Dylan at first resisted being fucked by another man. The master told the dumb jock that getting fucked will give him all the necessary proteins, testosterone, and nutrients he needs to grow. Being a macho jock boy, Dylan hesitated but he soon grew to love everything about getting fucked. He loved the fact his cock could grow hard, he loved the feeling of the master's big thick cock up his tight boypussy, and how his prostate made him cum when it got pounded.
The master then took Dylan by his cock and led him into the showers. Dylan obediently got into the shower stall, turning on the water as the older man undressed. As he undressed, the master admired the beautiful muscle jock as the water cascaded over his perfect body. Once naked, the master stepped behind Dylan and started to wash his prize jock slave. He began to wash the jock’s tight body as the water ran down the smooth back and over the well developed ass. The master soaped up the firm ass cheeks, spreading and squeezing the powerful glutes. Dylan extended his hands and braced himself against the wall. The older man’s hands felt so good. He realized that all his hard work in the gym and his desire to be big and muscular was for other men's pleasure.
The older man moved his right hand lower and stroked the tight boypussy with a soapy finger. Dylan let out a moan under the cascading water as the finger slid into his hole. The older man’s fat finger felt so good inside him as it stroked and loosen his insides. All of the jock boy’s masculine, tough facade collapsed as he pushed out his bubble ass, begging to be fucked. After loosening the hole, the master pulled out his finger and gripped the boy’s narrow waist. He aimed his cock between the plump cheeks and pulled Dylan toward him, while pushing forward. Dylan let out a loud deep groan as the fat cock pushed into him. The older man pushed deep into him, ramming the boy’s prostate. He pulled half way out and thrusted back in. Dylan’s tight insides were pure heaven. The jock boy began to flex his anal muscles as the master trained him to.
“Please, cum inside me. Please, I need it,” Dylan begged.
The master smirked as he thrusted deep inside the jock boy. His own hairy balls were slapping against Dylan’s hole. With a loud grunt, he came deep inside Dylan. Upon feeling his master’s warm seed filling him, Dylan moaned loud over the running water and came hard. He sprayed the shower wall over and over.
After they finished showering, the two men returned to the locker room. Dylan was about to obediently put his cockcage back on for his master to lock him back up. He had been well trained.
“You don’t need that right now. My friends are expecting you tonight,” the master stopped him.
“Yes, master,” Dylan replied submissively.
