Gym Thugs

Written by Gregory Hanes

Yet another P.I. job had led Gregory, better known to the world as "The Masked Model", to a low-end men's fitness club on the other side of town. He had come in search of clues to help him along on his current case, but he would soon find a whole lot more than he bargained for. Taken completely off guard, the Masked Model is slammed hard against a set of lockers in the men's locker room as an aggressive voice angrily shouts, 

"Your ass came to the wrong gym, li'l fucka!"

Gregory is pinned against the lockers by a big robust black man while four other muscled black dudes stand around him watching; fists clenched as they prepare for a beat-down. 

"Get the fuck off me!" Greg shouts defiantly. 

It's then that one of the other men speaks up and says, 

"Yo, I think this is the same nigga who jacked our boy, Reggie, last week!"

Struggling in vain against the muscled gorilla who holds him pinned, Greg snaps, 

"That punk tried to rob me! I wasn't about to take that shit lying down!"

The beefed-up thug repeatedly slams the back of Greg's head against the lockers and then says with a stern face, 

"Well, you're about to take a lot more now, boi!" 

The next thing Greg knows he looks up to see that all the men behind the thug have stripped down to their bare skin; not a stitch of cloth hangs from their bodies now as they all leer at him like a pack of rabid dogs hungry for a piece of meat. 

"You're about ta get fucked, boy!" One of them cheers with a grin.

"NO!! Get The Fuck Off Me! Help! Somebody HELP!!" Greg calls out.

But his cries are immediately silenced when the goon holding him slaps him hard across the face.

"Shut The Fuck Up, Bitch! Ain't nobody here gonna help your ass!" The big thug growls.

The Masked Model is temporarily knocked unconscious by the blow, and remains that way for several minutes. When he finally comes to he is bare-butt naked. Hardly awake, Greg feels himself being hauled up onto his knees as one of the men shouts,

"Get up, punk! It's feeding time!"

 A massive black cock is then stuffed very quickly inside Greg's mouth before he can even utter a syllable. He tries to push the thug off him, but another man grabs both of his arms and stretches them out behind him. Greg is now helplessly restrained with a big black cock shoved deep down his esophagus with several more surrounding him waiting their turn. The Masked Model gags heavily as the cock is violently forced so far down his throat until he can feel the tip groping the inside of his Adam's apple. 

"Yeah! Choke His Bitch-Ass!" One of the men cries.

Cock after cock is crammed down Gregory's throat as he is held in place and forced to take them. The shame and humility is bad enough, but soon the thugs grow tired of stretching poor Gregory's throat, and their perverted desires shift to an even greater form of painful indignity. Before Greg can even process what's happening, a pair of hands shove his face into one of the men's plump juicy asses. Gregory's eyes widen as he's forced to eat out this tight black booty. Another of the five rapists laughs and shouts, 

"Eat dat ass, boy! You know you like how it tastes!"

This humiliation is repeated one man after another until Greg has the long-lasting taste of ass stuck on the tip of his tongue. The men have a hard laugh at Greg's expense as he groans and coughs trying to fight the taste away, but it is not long before he is once again grabbed and forcefully hurled down onto the locker room bench.

The public shaming continues now as the Masked Model is held down on the bench of the locker room while the horny thugs begin to now eat out his ass. A look of resistant ecstasy grips Greg's face as he struggles against the feeling of his anus being vigorously tongued. While one of the men has his face firmly planted tongue-deep inside of Greg another playfully asks,

"Does he taste good?"

The one savoring Greg's tight hole says not a word, but gives off a satisfied, 

"Mmm-hmm!"

After the rest have satisfied their taste buds with the taste of Gregory's sweet booty sweat. The Masked Model is then laid out on his back upon the bench. While still being held down against his will, the masked twink takes another big cock deep down his throat. As Greg violently gags on the big dick being shoved in his mouth, one of the other thugs playfully strokes Greg's own big black cock while he fingers the model's moist hole with three fingers. 

"Damn! This little bitch is big where it counts!" The thug exclaims. "Too bad you ain't the one doin' the fuckin' today!"

Gregory is powerless to resist as he is face-fucked, stroked, and fingered without mercy, but still the worst has yet to come; for soon one of his assailants slams him up against the lockers and yells,

"Gimme da ass, boy!"

Not another word is said as the thug shoves his enormous ebony cock deep up Greg's tight little butthole. The pain is so great until it forces the Masked Model to grit his teeth as he lets out a high-pitch whimpering whine.

"FUCK! You Fuckers Are Tearing My Asshole!" Greg later screams in tears as he's held up in midair by two of the five thugs. 

The two holding him aloft are also cramming their massive cocks up inside his tiny twink hole. Gregory's anus is being violently stretched by two giant hard cocks that are thick as steel rods. 

"Goddamn! This boy is TIGHT!" One of them says. The other one then replies, "Too bad Reggie isn't here. I'm sure he'd love to make this li'l fucker squeal."

This perverted attack moves back over to the locker room bench. The Masked Model now lies atop one of the muscled thugs with his hands tied behind his back by a pair of dirty shoelaces. Another burly thug stands behind them; both men's elephantine cocks are lodged deep inside poor Gregory's ass. The pain would be causing Greg to cry out, but his wails are muffled by the cock of another thug who aggressively fucks him hard in the mouth.

"You ain't such a badass when you're gettin' fucked, are ya bitch?" The biggest of the men asks with an arrogant sneer.

After awhile Greg finds himself laying face down on the locker room bench once again; this time taking black dick after black dick after black dick straight up his ass. It is a seemingly endless train of thick black cocks ramming up inside of his thick black ass. A dead-eyed look of plain misery is plastered all across poor Gregory's face. All he can do is lie there and whimper pitifully until one of the five thugs suddenly cries out,

"Ah, Fuck! I think I'm gonna nut!"

Shortly afterward the big thug shoots his whole load far up inside of Gregory's rectum, he slams his cock inside him a few times more for good measure before pulling out leaving Gregory to quiver a little as some of the splooge slowly seeps its way out of his aching bum-hole. This arousing finish begins two more of the thugs to climax as the others had been standing around watching as they vigorously beat their own meat. Their cum all splashes across the Masked Model's glistening sweat-covered body.

With three down and two left to go, the Masked Model is taken and sat upon one of the remaining two thugs. His massive dong slides far up inside of Greg's aching sore hole. As Gregory's ass is made to dance upon the monster thug cock, the last of the five rapists comes over and pops his dick into Greg's open mouth (left open from the pain-stricken moans the poor boy is emitting). The minutes of this last final stretch drag on before finally both thugs cum at the same time crying out ecstatically from their collective orgasm. The Masked Model's eyes water as semen sprays out from the sides of his mouth and ass. He can feel the splooge coating his prostate and he chokes on a bunch that gushes into his trachea.

After they have all cum and sprinkled the last of their semen all over the Masked Model's face and body, the five thugs throw the disgraced twink onto the floor of the locker room and stand around him laughing for several minutes before turning to leave. The Masked Model is left there laying on the floor covered in thick gooey cum as he pants and gasps for air: hurt, humiliated, and utterly exhausted. Before the last thug leaves out the door, Gregory hears one of them say,

"We went easy on you this time! Don't let us catch your tight little ass around here again, or next time they'll have to wheel your punk ass out on a stretcher!"