Seth was pounding away at the heavy bag in frustration and a..
🕑 Added 2021-07-30 00:43:04 +0000 UTC
Seth was pounding away at the heavy bag in frustration and anger. “How dare the old pervert come on to me. I’m no disgusting fag,” Seth mumbled to himself as he kicked the bag hard with his bare foot and quickly slammed his fist into it. He skillfully delivered blow after blow to the bag while working up a sweat. He was a trained MMA fighter and pride himself on being all man. So when the old man in the locker room of the gym made a sexual comment about how nice his ass looks in the tight compression shorts and gave the muscular plump ass a squeeze, Seth went off on him. “Get your fucking hands off me faggot,” he yelled as he pushed the man away. The man landed on the floor and Seth stood over him, fist pulled back ready to deliver a powerful blow to the man’s face. “If I ever see you again, faggot, I will kill you, understanding.” Instead of seeing fear in the man’s eyes as he intended, the man smirked. This angered Seth more, he pulled his fist back further. However, sense came to Seth, he couldn’t afford another incident. He was lucky to end up with only anger management counseling for the last incident. “ You aren’t worth it,” Seth got up and left the man laying on the locker room floor. Instead of taking his anger out on the old gay man, he took it out on the punching bag. He wore only his compression shorts that hugged his plump ass, thick thighs and large impressive cock, and a tight jockstrap under them. He only stopped punching the bag briefly to drink from his water bottle and returned to pounding the bag.
Ever since the MMA training gym was sold, the new owner has been letting in every weekend warrior and gays that lust after athletes like Seth.
Suddenly as Seth delivered a powerful kick to the bag, he felt dizzy. His head began to spin as he tried to swing his fist at the bag but missed. He then fell forward, grabbing the bag for support as he landed on his knees. Seth laid on the mat floor unable to move. He heard the door to the practice room open and closed and footsteps approaching, but Seth was unable to call for help. He then heard the man’s laugh and knew instantly that it was the old man from the locker room.
“You look so good and sexy laying there,” the man laughed and used his foot to kick Seth’s legs apart.
Seth could only grunt in response. The man reached down and grabbed the waistband of his compression shorts and pulled Seth up onto his knees. Seth’s upper body was still face down on the mat but his sexy bubble ass was in the air facing the man.
The stranger then delivered a hard slap on Seth's right ass cheek, and then the left cheek, causing the tough fighter to grunt in protest. The man continued to spank each hard ass cheek, “you been a very nasty boy, Seth,”
Tears began to run from the helpless stud’s face as he was spanked over and over. The powerful muscles he was so proud of were useless.
“Now, let's get those shorts off you, boy,” the man stopped spanking Seth and grabbed the waistband. As he pulled the spandex shorts over Seth’s bubble ass, they began to rip. Seth's ass was flawless and smooth as it was exposed to the older man. The sweaty jockstrap framed the perfect bubble ass nicely. Where the straps joined the pouch, Seth’s tight little manpussy was peeking between the plump ass cheeks.
The old man then squatted behind Seth and pushed a finger into the younger man’s tight hole. Seth grunted as his ass was helpless to keep the man out and his face was pressed against the mat floor. The man freely moved his finger in and out of the fighter’s tight hole as he began to stroke his insides.
“You MMA fighters are so sexy with your compacted, shredded bodies and overinflated egos. I've been enjoying your friends since I bought this gym,” the older man then unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. “Don’t worry about the drug, it's mostly for your own protection. Once your body and ego adjust to your new status, you won't need it. You will be just like the other tough boys I broke in.”
The new gym owner leaned over Seth’s body and wrapped his arms around the tight, muscular torso. Seth felt humiliated as he felt the man’s cock pressing against his ass. The older man then lifted Seth’s short but compacted body up onto his useless feet and leaned the helpless stud against the heavy bag. Seth felt like a rag doll as he leaned against the punching bag that only minutes ago he was almost destroying with his powerful fist and legs. The man then wrapped Seth’s arms around the bag and used his only shorts to secure his wrists together. The man stepped back and admired the helpless, secured jock before him. The slight of Seth’s pert, tight ass facing him, with the jockstrap framing the firm round cheeks, made him so hard. The man stepped closer and aimed his rock hard cock at Seth’s tiny little hole. Grabbing Seth’s waist he pulled the boy toward him while pushing against the hole. Tears flowed harder down Seth’s face as he was penetrated for the first time. He tried to keep his ass tight and closed but he had no control of his muscles anymore. The cock slid into him unopposed.
The man laughed as he moved in and out of the boy’s ass, “man, even with the drug, you are still a tight little thing.”
Since buying the elite MMA gym, he had recoup his money from those sexy cocky fighters. Rich gay men pays a lot to fuck and dominate tough boys like Seth. With Seth now, he is going to triple his profit, the owner smiled as he pounded in and out of his newest fuck boy. The thought of all the money he was going to make was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed all the way into Seth and paused. In seconds he came hard and deep inside the tight boypussy,
