E13: Caught on Camera | My Ex’s Brother Drew

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Last night, after a chest workout at the gym, Drew offered to stretch me out after hours once everyone had cleared out. What started with innocent side bends quickly turned filthy...his cock hard against my ass, his hands sliding across my chest, his breath hot against my neck. He bent me over the bench, ate my ass like he was starving, then lined up behind me with no hesitation. Before he even pushed in, he whispered in my ear that he knew Jason had fucked me. But instead of getting mad, Drew promised to fuck me better. And fuck..he meant it. It was rough, intense, everything I didn’t know I’d needed. He stayed buried deep, whispering filth, hitting spots that made my body shake. Then, mid-thrust, his phone buzzed. It was a security cam screenshot. Me bent over. Him inside me. Sent by Jason. Watching us live.

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Drew’s cock was hovering right over my ass.

I was still bent over the weight bench, heart racing, hole stretched open, staring at the photo on his screen. It was a CCTV screenshot. A wide-angle shot of the gym from up in the ceiling corner. The lighting was dim, but you could see everything. My back. The curve of my ass. Drew standing behind me, his hips pressed in, his cock deep inside me. His hand gripping my waist. It looked dirty. Raw. Filthy in a way that made my whole chest clench.

My ex had sent it.

Drew stepped back slowly. His cock slipped out of my ass, slick and glistening. I gasped at the loss. My hole pulsed, still open.

“Fuck,” Drew muttered. He stared at the phone like he was trying to figure something out, then said under his breath, “He’s in my room.”

I blinked, still catching my breath. “What?”

Drew didn’t even look at me. “The gym feed plays on my computer. That’s how he’s watching.”

My stomach flipped. “Shit,” I breathed. “That’s how he found out about yesterday too.”

Drew looked down at me then. His expression unreadable. “So he already knew about us and you still let him fuck you,” he said flatly.

“I..shouldn't have..” I sat up a little, arms shaking. “It was a mistake. He’s an asshole.”

Drew raised an eyebrow. “Fuck him. Let's focus on your asshole.”

I groaned. “Seriously?”

But he was grinning now, still holding the phone. “If he’s watching,” he said casually, “let’s give that asshole a better view.”

“Dude,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“I’m serious. I mean, can you believe he dumped you and ignored this fat, jiggly, and might I add, tight-as-fuck ass?”

“Drew.”

He tossed the phone onto a nearby towel. “Come on,” he said. “Help me move the bench.”

“You want to… reposition?”, I asked.

“If we’re gonna put on a show, let’s make it a good one.”

I laughed, half embarrassed, half turned on. He reached for me and pulled me up, helping me move the weight bench a few feet forward, directly into the sightline of the security cam. He tilted it sideways too, so now both our bodies would be visible. A full side view.

“You really want him to see?” I asked, voice quieter now.

Drew looked at me, cock still half hard, his eyes dark and full of something dangerous. “He already did. And now he’s gonna see the pounding you deserve.”

He stepped behind me and pushed me gently down again. My elbows found the bench automatically. I arched, my ass up, face down, eyes closing. I felt his hand trail down my spine. I was still open. Still wet. Still sensitive from the stretch.

“I was just hitting your spot,” Drew muttered, lining up again. “Now I gotta find it again.”

His cock nudged my hole, already slick, already aching for him.

I inhaled.

Then he pushed in. Slow, but not gentle. Like he was claiming what was his. I gasped and dropped my head down, pressing my forehead against my forearm. The bench creaked beneath us. He stayed buried for a moment. His hands on my hips. His chest hovering over my back.

“You okay?”

I nodded.

Then he started to fuck me again. Harder this time. More performance. Like he wanted to prove something. And maybe he did. I could feel it in every thrust. The power. The angle. The precision. My whole body rocked with each push forward. My thighs shook.

He reached forward, grabbed his phone, and typed quickly with one hand. Still fucking me. Then tossed it back down.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“Hope you’re watching,” Drew said, panting. “Giving you a better view. This is how you actually fuck a fat ass. Ryan doesn't deserve your cock.”

I moaned.

Drew slammed into me again. Deep. The sound of our bodies echoing in the gym. He grabbed my waist harder and started stroking my cock with his free hand.

“Fuck, Drew,” I choked out.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Bent over. Taking it like you were made for it.”
He slapped my ass once, then slid his fingers between my legs again, stroking my cock with just enough pressure to make my back arch.

The angle let him hit something inside me that made my whole body jerk.

“Right there?” he whispered.

I nodded.

He started grinding. Staying deep. Rotating his hips in a slow motion, hitting that same spot over and over.

In and out.

In and out.

My thighs clenched. My stomach twisted. I bit down on my arm, trying not to scream. "Aah. Drew. Right there. Keep going"

His pace picked up again. Harder. Rougher. He was holding nothing back now. And I let him. I gave into it. Into the pressure. The stretch. The heat of him against my back. He was breathing hard now. His body slick with sweat. His hips moving with brutal force.

“You like this, huh?” he growled. “Being watched?”

“No,” I whispered. “It’s… embarrassing.”

He laughed. “You say that, but your hole’s gripping me like it doesn’t want me to stop.” He reached under me and grabbed my cock again. “Fucking leaking.”

I whimpered.

His hips slammed forward again.

In....

Out...

In...

Out..

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to my back, his breath hot in my ear. “Gonna fill you up,” he said.

I nodded, barely able to speak.

Then he gripped my throat from behind; not tight, just enough to tilt my head back. I felt the pressure. The dominance. My cock throbbed in his hand. He bit my shoulder. Moaned into my skin. I could feel his body start to tense.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You want it all?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Please.”

His rhythm stuttered. Slowed. Then he started grinding again. Long, deep, slow circles that made my toes curl. I was on the edge. Almost there. Almost...

He slammed in one last time.

I moaned loudly.

He groaned. Loud. Guttural. His hips jerked once. Twice. Then he stayed buried.

Still. Hot. Full.

I felt the heat inside me. The shudder of his orgasm. The way his body collapsed over mine.

We didn’t speak for a second. Just breathed.

Then Drew pulled out slowly. His cock slipped from me, thick and still hard, and I felt the warm rush of his cum spill down the backs of my thighs. I shuddered. Legs shaking, I collapsed onto the bench. My cheek hit the padding. My heart still pounded. Sweat cooled on my back. And my cock? Still fucking hard from that insane, relentless fuck.

Drew grabbed his phone again from the floor. The screen lit up. Another buzz. But he didn’t show it to me this time. Just looked down at the screen and tilted his head.

Then he glanced up at the camera. He started typing something.

I sat up slowly, still dazed, still leaking. I ran a hand through my hair and blinked. “What did you just send him now?” I asked, my voice low, hoarse.

Drew didn’t answer me right away. He knelt in front of the bench, cock shiny with slick, chest rising and falling like he hadn’t fully come down yet. His thumb tapped something out on his screen while I sat there dazed, legs wide, cock still heavy between them.

Then he turned the phone toward me.

The message was already sent.

“I fucked him good. Unloaded in him. Now I’ll show you he’s not just some fuck toy.”

I swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

He tossed the phone aside like it didn’t matter anymore. It hit the gym mat with a soft thud, facedown. Then he looked up at me; eyes dark, mouth parted, a faint glint of sweat catching the overhead light and leaned closer between my legs.

“Spread your legs,” he said, voice lower now. “I’m gonna suck the cum out of you.”


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