Late Night FLEX! by Dex O'Donald (Patreon)

Late Night FLEX!

Written By Dex O’Donald

Story by Devin Dickie

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**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

LATE NIGHT FLEX

Story by Devin Dickie

Written by Dex

EPILOGUE

The headlights of a white Crown Vic stare like glossy eyes at the vacant inner-city streets bathed in the feverish orange glow of streetlights. The windows are an impenetrable tint, the rims on the tires are worth more than the entire automobile. The driver’s window cracks open, a slipstream of smoke escapes, twirling up into the night air.

“Used to be this white boy back in the yard named Rich or Richy or some shit. He was chill, wasn’t looking for no trouble. You could tell he was scared though, which made him a target. Didn’t even have to say nothing – you could see it on his face.”

Ekon taps out his cigarette in the ashtray. His passenger and ex-cellmate, Darius Rogers, listens intently while Ekon speaks. The two men fill out the front cab of the Crown Vic with long muscled limbs and broad shoulders.

“Anyways. I’d been in the can for a minute by then, and I was bored. So, I say to myself, let’s take this kid in. See what happens. You gotta find shit to do to pass the time in there, you know that.”

“Mhmm,” Darius grunts in agreement. He scans the city beyond the windshield, the empty streets, the lights left on in small storefronts. 

“Kid was scared at first. I came at him in the yard, fresh off a pump, all sweaty and pressing that hard nigga routine. I put him at ease. Told him he couldn’t be walking around here slouching his posture, looking at the ground. I gave him half a Twix and that white boy sucked it down right there in the yard like he hadn’t eaten in a month. Shit, he probably hadn’t. That joint food takes a minute to get used to.”

Darius smirks. He checks the time on the dashboard. It is just after 10pm. Now, the only places open are bars, a few restaurants, the 24-hour gym on Commercial Blvd, and the never-ending stream of criminal activity in the back alleys of the city. The Crown Vic, and its occupants, travel freely amongst these places like apex birds of prey, bound to no one land.

“I ease this boy in nice and slow,” Ekon continues, his deep voice filling the car. “Don’t ask nothing of him. Just keeping him around, letting him have his little candy bars, letting him sit with the crew at chow. But then, eventually, I say hey boy, I need you to come by and clean my cell. White boy does it with a smile on his face. Happy to help, right? Hey white boy let me get yo commissary money this month. White boy says no problem. Pretty soon, he’s doing this shit without me having to ask him. That’s when I say, hey white boy, who’s that pretty girl been coming to see you. White boy says it’s his wife. White boy got himself a lady waiting for him on the other side.”

Darius begins to laugh, quietly and knowing at first, but eventually crescendoing into an outright guffaw.

“Well I say look here white boy I’m gonna need some pictures of this pretty lady,” Ekon fails to hide the growing smile on his face as he continues. “White boy don’t like that. Not one bit. But you see, white boy ain’t got no choice. In fact, I tell white boy he’s gonna get me some photos of his wife or I’m gonna make white boy wear cherry Kool aid on his lips like a bitch.”

Darius claps his hands together, cackling. Outside his window, the 24-Hour gym, TITANS, glows pink neon. 

“Few weeks go by and now white boy’s wife is plastered all over the cell, and white boy got himself a pretty new haircut. Some new clothes, too, courtesy of his lady sneaking em’ in for him.”

Ekon pauses briefly at the climax of his story, noticing a single car parked in the lot of Titans – a shock of red hair against the windshield. He hits the blinker and turns off the main drag of Commercial Blvd. He parks just inside the lot of the gym and kills the orbital headlights. 

“Soon enough white boy’s name is Trixie,” Ekon say. “And he’s working every nigga in the crew for his privileges. And his wife? Well shit. You remember her, don’t you?”

Darius composes himself, the gang tattoos along his neck and face seem to wriggle under the washed-out lot light streaming in through the windshield.

“She was coming in for that monthly conjugal by the time I got there,” Darius recalls. “I won’t never forget the look on her face when she saw what you did to that boy.” Darius sees the lone Subaru outside of the gym, he knows that his friend from prison senses something, an opportunity perhaps. “Whatever happened to them anyways?”

Ekon lights another cigarette and takes a drag. “He got out the can eventually, but she kept coming for them conjugals. All the way till I got work release. That was after you’d been out a minute.”

Silence passes between the old friends.

“Boredom,” Darius says from within the smoke-filled cab. “That’s why you did it, huh? Ruined a white boy cus you was bored behind bars?”

“Nah,” Ekon says. “Just bored. Prison ain’t got shit to do with it. Shit, I’m bored now.” He stops - across the parking lot, the doors of the lone Subaru open and two people get out.

“But I’m thinking maybe that’s about to change.” 

ONE

Landon Morrison was in love. He had been in love since the first coffee date with Astrid -really since first laying eyes on the gorgeous Swedish girl - but his current level of adoration couldn’t be quantified. Landon was so in love with Astrid that he was starting to become scared of that love. Scared of losing it. Scared of fucking everything up.

Astri had fire-red hair, long and silky smooth, straight and heavy. She had pale porcelain skin that, with the shocking blue of her eyes, made her look as though she were always cold. Her irises were like two bits of glacier ice chipped away. On a sunny day the freckles on her cheeks turned hazel. Her lips were always pink and full. 

“I em Aahs-trid,” she said to him, after he’d worked up the courage to ask her for her name. Astrid was a barista at the local coffee shop, and her native accent colored everything she said. “I em so happee you are here.”

“I’m happy I’m here too,” he’d said, rather stupidly. “I mean…would you like to get coffee with me some time?”

“But you are alreadee getteeng coffee?”

“I meant together…you know – a date?”

Astrid’s porcelain complexion had flushed for a moment before she replied: “Ah, yess. Dat vould be nice.”

Then she turned around to get his latte and that perfect ass of hers peaked out from beneath a pair of shorts. Astrid’s ass. A protruding double crown at the top of two long white legs. It was high and shelf-like and soft as butter. It jiggled when she walked, the miracles of youth left the milky-white skin completely unblemished. Only an ass like that could take some of the attention away from her full chest. A pair of triple D knockers wrapped up inside a black button up about to burst like a bomb. Landon thought it was Astrids’ lankiness, her long thin limbs and ultra-flat stomach, which made her lady bits all the more intoxicating. 

They just don’t make them like Astrid.

And like an epiphany via a bolt of lightning to the head, Landon knew that he had to have her. His Swedish ginger princess.

The first date went well and the second date went better. Landon paid for everything and when they spoke he knew that she was feeling overwhelmed by the new city. She’d come straight from Europe, had only been in the states a few months. 

“No boyfriends?” Landon had asked to confirm.

“No sillee, no boys. Just you and you are very sveet to me.”

She was taller than Landon by an inch but Landon was on the shorter side for a man. Astrid’s body gave the impression she was taller than she was, but that was simply because there was so much beauty to take in. Beauty and flesh. Landon, for his part, was rather plain. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with an excess of weight in his butt and a little too much chub in the front. But his face was kind and cute and he was certain that his boyish looks, along with his personality, were why Astrid the Beautiful was so into him.

They became closer over the next few weeks, all through that first month together. When Astrid took Landon to her apartment for the first time and saw that she still hadn’t unpacked, he came every day until it was done. Each morning he was there with breakfast, offering to take her to work, pick her up, and spend time helping her get on her feet. Astrid, as far as Landon could tell, was happy to have the company. Even if he was being a little to smothering so early on, it was better than being alone in a new country, in a new city.

The first time Landon saw Astrid naked, he prematurely ejaculated in his pants. And while letting it rip too soon was not new territory for Landon, it was still sudden and unprovoked enough to humiliate him. But he couldn’t help it. It was after he’d helped her put a dresser together, she had taken him out to the couch, sat him down, and then undressed in his lap. Her huge, pillowy tits hung in his face, and her perfect bubble butt dug down into crotch. Astrid’s pussy was all natural – a billowing cloud of pubic hair so red it was almost pink covered her tucked slit. When she adjusted on top of him, he lost it. Right in his pants.

But Astrid had only giggled that sweet Swedish giggle and pulled him into the shower with her. She said nothing of Landon’s lack of size, of his second premature ejaculation when she took him in her hand…no, there was nothing negative despite Landon’s poor performance. It was sweet, coddled lovemaking. Landon hoped in time he might learn to control himself better around her. As far as full penetration was concerned, it hadn’t happened yet. They hadn’t gotten that far yet despite all their fooling around, and all pleasure had been done through oral. But Landon hoped, despite his size, he’d be past that milestone very soon.

Astrid left the coffee shop after a few weeks to work at a call center. The hours were weird and ended up screwing with Landon’s sleep in his attempt to continue seeing her. But typically she didn’t get off until late, and most of her off hours were in the late evening and early morning.

Among the many things Landon had taken to paying for her was a gym membership at a place called TITANS. It was open 24 hours, and right from their first coffee together Astrid had made it clear that working out was important to her.

“Eet keeps my tooshi fat,” she’d said, giving her perfect butt a smack so that it jiggled. “We will goto gym together?”

Landon hated the gym. He had a membership to TITANS, one that he’d almost never used. But if that’s what Astrid wanted, that’s what she was going to get. Plus, Landon hoped that perhaps regular workouts might help him with his problem. The best part about TITANS was that it worked with Astrid’s work hours, even if it meant Landon was dead on his feet by the time they got there.

Astrid wanted six workouts a week at least. Landon learned the routine quickly. At 10pm he would pick Astrid up from the call center. Then, on their way to the gym, she would change out of her workout clothes and into her gym clothes. The two of them would work out (TITANS was always empty at that hour), then shower, then home. And if Landon wasn’t too exhausted, hopefully a quickie.

On the Thursday night when everything changed, Landon was especially tired. He was down to only a few hours of sleep a night, a sacrifice he’d made to see Astrid more. The thing with Astrid was, Landon knew how lucky he was to have found her first. An innocent, ten out of ten foreign girl, who’d only been with one or two men maybe, horny and ready for anything. It was about keeping an eye on her as much as anything else. Landon knew how special this was, he knew what he had. He couldn’t bungle it. He had to keep an eye on things.

Astrid came out of the call center as usual, her long red hair tied back in a braid, her bundled breasts rising and falling as she took the stairs. She got in the car and the first thing she did was lean over the center console and give Landon a kiss on the cheek with her soft, pink lips.

“So happee to see you, Lumpy.” Her breath smelled like natural mint. Her nickname for him, Lumpy, gave Landon the second wind he’d been hoping for.

“Always happy to see you too, gorgeous,” Landon smiled. “Ready to work out?”

“Of course! But are you ready?”

Landon laughed. She knew he was a beginner at the gym. While she was cranking out her perfect ass on the Stairmaster, he was struggling with free weights. 

“Alright then, time for the best part of my day,” Landon said as he drove them away from the call center. “You changing in my car!”

Astrid giggled as she began to pop the buttons on her button down. “Eyes on road, Lumpy! No crashing!”

“I’ll try my best.”

It was getting late and the city had that feel to it. The streets were deserted except for the few wandering criminals and night owls. Most places were closed. The neon pink lights of TITANS loomed in the distance. In the passenger seat, Astrid slipped out of her shirt and released her bra with the flick of her wrist. Landon was forced to take his eyes off the road and behold the bounty of milky flesh, her large pink nipples, almost pale, with tiny blue veins here and there if you looked just right. Keeping the car from crashing and watching Astrid get those tits into a hot pink sports bra was difficult. She had to herd them like cattle until the sports bra was as taut as it could get. Then came her jeans, the panties, the sight of her hairy red bush. A pair of matching yoga shorts came on to cover her sex, and even in the sitting position the outward bulge of her ass cheeks was distracting. 

“There,” Astrid giggled, giving him another kiss on the cheek. “Now you are very happee?”

“Very, very happy.”

They pulled into the parking lot of TITANS. Predictably, it was completely empty. Landon parked the car and shut the engine off. He turned to Astrid before she could get out and he grabbed her hand.

“I just want to say, Astrid…I’m so glad you moved here. I think maybe…maybe we were meant to find each other.”

Astrid’s smile was a warm contrast to her cold blues, and she threw her arms around Landon’s neck, pulled him close until her breasts were pushed into his chest, and kissed him wetly on the mouth.

“I am so very glad as well,” the princess said. “You are a sveet and kind man…all that is left is to make you strong man. Then you will be my prince.”

Landon lost himself in her accent, in her eyes, the way he always did. The song of her voice could never hold the weight of anything negative. She was an angel. Whatever that last thing she said was, about strong man, it was just her way of speaking. Surely an angel like Astrid would never hide things in her words.

“Come now,” she said. “Time to, how do you Americans say – time to FLEX.”

“Close enough. Let’s go.”

They got out of the car. They never noticed the Crown Vic at the other end of the lot.

TWO

Ms. Laverna King was working the graveyard shift at TITANS that fateful Thursday night when the young white couple came in. She’d noticed them a few times before, getting a late workout in and then leaving some time around 11pm. That was when Laverna took a nap in or read a bit of her romance book. She was a gussied up black woman with a high hairdo and a rollercoaster of curves across her voluptuous body. She considered her responsibilities during the night shift to be minimal. 

Mostly, she was just bored.

“Good evening,” Laverna said with a slight eyebrow raise.

“Hello,” Landon said, sleepy yet giddy. 

“Hej,” Astrid replied in her native language. 

Laverna watched them pass on their way into the weight room. For the life of her, she could not figure out how that average looking white boy had ended up with that girl. The redhead was like some swooning milk maid from one of Laverna’s novels, while the boy was less than a dull-witted stable boy. No way he knows what to do with all that, Laverna thought to herself. And he’s a fool bringing a girl like that to this neighborhood!

But what could she do? Warn them? No. Laverna knew the chances of a woman like Astrid being kept a secret in a city like this were slim. The longer they were here, the more they became a target.

Laverna sighed, picked up her book, and went back to reading. 

TITANS layout was basic in front, with a massive open room housing all the weights and machines. The entire front room was lined with mirrors along the walls as well. Behind the main room were the basketball courts, and around those were hallways leading to changing rooms, showers, bathrooms, etc. That night, Astrid and Landon started out how they always did – with cardio.

For Astrid, it was the Stairmaster. She was majestic on it, dressed in pink, braid of ginger down her back, ass cheeks smoothly defined in tight pink yoga shorts. She pressed a button on the interface and began to step the forever stairs. Her thighs and butt flexed, her ass adjusted under the shorts. It was the sort of ass that would stop anyone. Briefly, Landon looked at the mirror along the wall, which reflected the front desk back to him some fifty feet away. Through throngs of workout equipment he saw the desk woman’s face, Laverna, and even if she was staring at that ass.

Astrid was elevated high, the way Stairmasters are built made her the tallest thing in that open, empty room. Her long back stayed straight, her heavy breasts giving her shoulders their own workout. She looked not only incredibly sexy, but also quite innocent. And not for the first time was Landon glad that they came here at night when the place was empty. Who knows what sort of scene her body would have caused with the daytime meatheads.

Landon paused a moment longer, completely distracted by Astrid’s ass, then shook himself out of it and found an elliptical machine. It was positioned directly across from Astrid, so that they faced each other. The rest of the gym sprawled out behind Astrid, including the front desk. Behind Landon was just the wall, reflecting his backside so that Astrid could see all of him at once.

She smiled. A gorgeous smile from heaven.

“I like your rumpa. Eet’s beeger dan most men I have dated.”

“My what?”

“Your butt, silly.”

Landon blushed. He didn’t like the fact that she could see his overly sized butt jiggling in the mirror at his back. He was taking it slow on the elliptical, the feet of it churning below him as his hands followed the long arm handles. But not too fast…he had the jiggle effect to worry about.

“Don’t be shy,” Astrid hooted. “You start Stairmaster like me and your rumpa will be like cake.”

“Stop it,” Landon said, embarrassed. But Astrid was giggling wildly, cracking herself up. Landon shook his head. He didn’t need her teasing him like that. He already had enough complexes, what with his premature accidents, not to mention their height difference. So what if she was an inch taller than him…he couldn’t control that. But his body was different. He didn’t want her to start thinking less of him.

Make you STRONG man…my PRINCE…

Landon found himself wishing he had the mirror side of things, so that he could see Astrid’s perfect bubble butt working overtime. Oh well, he decided to settle for the soft jiggle of her massive tits as a light sweat began to break out down her neck.

Over Astrid’s shoulder, across the room, the door to the gym opened. It caught Landon’s attention so he pried his eyes off of Astrid and glanced over. The door was wide open, nothing on the other side but parking lot. Then, two men came inside. It was clear from Laverna’s reaction that she knew them. Landon couldn’t make out what they were saying, they were too far away.

He glanced back to Iris. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the mirror behind him. The reflection of the entire gym, including the front desk, was in that mirror. He didn’t know exactly how he knew, but he was certain Astrid had spotted the newcomers as well.

Which wasn’t at all surprising, considering their size.

The two men leaned over the front counter now, grinning and chatting with Laverna. Both were dressed nonchalantly in what could have been gym clothes, or just lazy about the house clothes. Basketball shorts and T-shirts, scuffed Jordans. One had a smooth head, the other an afro with a pick in it. They both had lots and lots of tattoos, ink that Landon could see even from across the room. If the hairless one was well over six feet, then the one with the afro was halfway to seven. And while the one with the afro was skinnier than the bulky mass of muscle that was his friend, neither were frail. Both were clearly frequenters of TITANS.

Landon looked again at Astrid - at her curious expression fixed to the mirror wall behind him.

“Whatcha’ looking at?” Landon panted, starting to feel the elliptical.

Astrid’s eyes flicked guiltily from the mirror and back to her boyfriend.

“Nothing,” she said, only it sounded like “nodding.” 

“Come on,” Landon pushed. “It’s something. I haven’t seen that look on your face in…well, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that look on your face.”

Astrid rolled her eyes a little, gorgeous blues in a sea of white. She didn’t blush, but her red tongue glossed along her plump pink mouth.

“It is nodding really,” Astrid breathed. “It’s just that, in Sveden, there are not many black people. Almost none. Dose men over dere are very black. Very big. Only in movies have I seen daht.”

Landon considered this. It made sense. And it wasn’t like the men hadn’t gotten his attention as well. They were large enough to be pro athletes, but something about the way they carried themselves told Landon they were probably either ex-military, or ex-cons. Whoever they were, Landon knew that it wouldn’t be long now until they spotted the bright pink ass working the Stairmaster. Even from fifty feet away it would render them speechless – Landon had seen it done. 

“Almost ready to move to some weights?” Landon asked, still giving only half effort on the elliptical machine.

“Fifteen more minutes,” Astrid said, wiping a shimmer of sweat from her forehead.

Landon tried to think of some persuasion in the moment but it was already too late. The men at the counter had finished their conversation with Laverna, they were turning away from her, towards the gym, towards Astrid’s backside. Landon’s stomach tightened into a knot. It was time for that split second decision of whether to watch it or not. To watch other men check out his girl. He knew this situation well. Every man alive could be guaranteed to check out Astrid, and he’d witnessed it at least a hundred times in only a month of knowing her. And almost every time it happened, he saw it coming in advance. That left him with a few seconds to decide if he would watch them check out his girlfriend out or not. Some days, he couldn’t bear to see it, some kid on the corner locking eyes with her breasts and grinning ear to ear. It made him feel funny. But other days, he held on just long enough to see it happen. Once, when he was waiting on a park bench for Astrid, he saw her approaching from down the sidewalk. Between the two of them were some college youths on skateboards, hanging out, smoking cigarettes. Landon knew what would happen when she passed them. He would have a front row view to it. Astrid passed the skaters, and right on que, their heads swiveled like on an axle. One of the boys made a kissing face at her ass. Another boy mimed spreading her butt cheeks and licking. They all laughed and Landon pretended not to see them doing it. But he'd seen…and again that funny feeling had crept into his stomach, and perhaps into his balls as well. He couldn’t explain it. Only that he hated and liked it. Would he look, or would he bail?

The other side of that coin, of witnessing another man check out your woman, is this: that man will most likely look at YOU next. The flick of the eyes from cleavage to judgement. From taking what they want with their imagination to quietly challenging YOU to do something about it. An unspoken check amongst males. And so, should you choose to see it, do you hold your chin up and meet that gaze with eyes that say show some fucking respect, OR, do you bail, too afraid to stand up for yourself and your woman? 

This is a conundrum any man that’s ever been with a beautiful woman knows well. And it is an education that Landon received quite quickly once he started his relationship with Astrid.

But the question remained: Landon knew it was coming, but would he face it?

To look, or not to look – that was the question. The two large men were about to see Astrid’s big pink ass floating above the equipment like a lusty apparition. Landon made his decision.

He couldn’t. A weakness prevailed inside his gut. He looked away. And when he looked away it was to Astrid his eyes went…to Astrid’s observant blues glued to the mirror behind him, watching what Landon couldn’t.

She saw it. The moment they checked out her ass. 

Landon heard them, heard their guffawing reaction and that slight volume increase men have when they are riled up. But what played with the knot in his stomach was Astrid’s reaction to it. He had always pegged her as the picture of innocence…but there was something else in her gaze now.

“You alright, Lumpy?” Astrid asked, noticing him staring.

“I’m fine. I’m great. Just thinking maybe we’d better go home after cardio, I’m starting to feel a little sick.”

Landon didn’t know he was going to lie until he did it. The truth was, he knew those guys were getting closer, he could see them out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t want to know what would happen if they started flirting with Astrid in front of him. He didn’t think he had it in him to stand up to two giants like that. Better to just leave.

“Sweat it out, Lumpy,” Astrid sighed, her tone terser. “We will go home after weights!”

Astrid straightened up and kicked the Stairmaster into overdrive. She was skinny as a rail, except for her robust tits and big ass, both now bouncing in time with her flexing steps. Landon didn’t know where she found the energy for her workouts, but he knew she wasn’t going to let him off the hook tonight. She’d seen right through his little excuse, and probably knew where it had come from, too. All he could do now was hope the mystery men minded their own business.

Amongst the cardio machines were rows of treadmills, a smaller section of elliptical machines, and several Stairmasters. Landon chanced a look and saw the two men walking idly past the treadmills, meandering in their general direction.

Up on the Stairmaster, Astrid’s pink bubble butt ruled over all. Every time Landon looked to see how much closer the men were, their eyes were on that butt. They were acting like they were figuring out which treadmill to use but Landon saw right through it. They were coming. It was imminent.

Landon cranked the difficulty up on the elliptical. It was an instinctual decision – he didn’t want to look like he was getting outworked by his girlfriend. The elliptical resisted him, and his body strained to keep its infinite rotation moving.

They moved past Landon, he felt them on either side of him, both taller than him even with the height boost of his machine. They said nothing, moving then past Astrid, their eyeline right at her breasts as she continued to chug away the steps. They smiled. Astrid smiled back.

“Hej,” Astrid smiled.

The men mumbled hellos, then selected the two treadmills directly to the right of Astrid’s Stairmaster. From where Landon struggled against his own machine, he had Astrid directly in front of him, and the two dark strangers just to her left. Landon took a deep breath. Of all the treadmills available, they’d chosen the two next to his girlfriend. 

For a minute or two it was just the hum of workout machines. Of quick breathes and feet against treadmill tracks. No one said anything. Astrid’s head seemed to be on a swivel, more than just occasionally glancing to her left as she wiped sweat from her forehead, her icy eyes lingering just a little too long. Landon too could not help but notice the mechanism, the movement, the performance of the two men’s bodies. 

Landon tired on the elliptical. He turned the resistance and incline to zero. Winded, he took a moment to catch his breath. 

The one jogging beside Astrid glanced at her ass, then at the settings on the Stairmaster.

“Damn! You crank it up, huh girl?” He nodded to the settings on the panel.

Astrid turned to him with a smile on her face, like she’d been waiting for him to say something. “Only way to feel the burn,” she said. 

“You burning up, no doubt,” he licked his lips and casually checked out her ass again. “I’m Ekon. What’s your name, girl?”

“Astrid.”

“Mm. Astrid. Where you from, Astrid?”

“I am from Sveden.”

“Now how does a flower from Sweden end up in this city?”

Landon hovered over his machine, as noticeable as a fly on the wall. All of Astrid’s attention was on the man now, on Ekon. Ekon’s friend continued to jog on the treadmill, and Landon could tell he was keeping track of the conversation just as well as Landon was. 

“I am no flower,” Astrid said, her expression turning playful as she bit her bottom lip. “But I always wanted to live in America.”

“Like it so far?” 

“It is different from Sveden. I like the variety.”

“Oh you like variety, huh? What kinda variety? Variety in what?”

Astrid blushed and said: “Ev-re-ding.”

Ekon, the very picture of the menacing male, was able to belie all of his rough edges with the easy, confident way he spoke. Landon, ever the observer, could identify all this in real time, just as he’d identified the threat before it arrived. He also knew that Astrid was being polite while also being fascinated. She’d said herself there weren’t many black people in Sweden. It was only natural that she would be curious, curious like seeing a lion at the zoo for the first time. Curious, and polite, and that’s all. 

That’s how Landon saw it, anyway. He also thought that interrupting them now would come off as insecure, and that type of thing was the sort of bullshit Astrid saw right through. So, he stayed quiet.

“This is your boyfriend?” Ekon said, finally glancing at Landon ever so briefly. Landon offered a friendly smile, and to his surprise, Ekon gave one back. 

“Lumpy?” Astrid said, glancing coyly at Landon. “Lumpy is min kille.”

“What’s that?”

“It means I’m her boyfriend,” Landon finally spoke, and with some authority no less. Astrid wrinkled her nose ever so slightly – he’d given the wrong translation of her words. Min kille. “I’m Landon. You said your name was…”

“Ekon. This is my boy Darius…we uh, we are the official personal trainers here at TITANS.”

Landon paused. Something like relief tickled his face and Ekon saw it.

“Yeah you was probably wondering why we was rolling up on you and yah girl like that.” Darius slowed his fast jog down to a walk, then got off the treadmill. Darius did the same. “Didn’t mean no harm by it. It’s part of the job. Bosses like us to get out and mingle before we try and sell people on the workout packages.”

All at once, Landon felt stupid, embarrassed, and completely and utterly relieved. It made perfect sense, of course. These guys worked here. That’s why they knew Laverna so well. That’s why, of all the equipment in the entire empty giant gym, they’d chosen the machines closest to the only people in the gym. They probably hadn’t even checked out Astrid’s ass on the way over, no, Landon was quite sure he’d fabricated that as well. A total misunderstanding. All of it.

Except…

“Seems kind of late to be shopping personal training,” Landon said. “Can’t imagine you guys get much business after ten.”

“Usually it’s the most dedicated that come at night,” Darius spoke this time, hovering over everyone like a giant spruce tree. The set of sprints he’d done on the treadmill caused his body to shimmer with sweat like running ink. “People tryna’ up their game. Reach the next level. Thems the kinda folks we train.”

“Which is why Astrid here caught my eye,” Ekon swooped in on the heels of Darius’s setup, almost like a one-two punch comedy act on an old late night television show. “Not everyday you see a girl with long legs like that, with the glutes of a damn sculpture. Now to mention the definition in her upper back. I’m surprised you’re not an athlete of some kind, Astrid.”

Astrid beamed, seeming to understand most of what Ekon had said. His accent was vulgar and he had the enunciation of a bad street thug caricature. 

“No pole vaulting for me,” Astrid said, finally bringing the Stairmaster to a stop. She put her small, bony hands over her watermelon breasts and giggled. “My bröst are too beeg!”

Landon didn’t like the smiles that came to their faces then, but maybe they were just being polite. Laughing at Astrid’s European naiveté. He wanted her to come down off that Stairmaster, she was too tall, too on display up there. 

“Well check it out right quick.” Ekon stepped between the machines to stand right beside Landon, placing his hand on Landon’s shoulder. “Since it’s so dead in here, since me and my boy trying to get our new programs locked in, how bout we train you and yah girl for free? Right now. Looks like yah just getting warmed up so we can get right to the good shit. What you think?”

Landon hesitated. Astrid came down from the Stairmaster with a slick sheen of sweat covering her pale figure and looked hopefully at Landon. Darius, ever the mountain, crossed his arms and tried to look neutral. His neck tats didn’t help his cause.

“I don’t know,” Landon said softly, feeling the weight of Ekon’s hand on his shoulder. “It’s getting kind of late.”

“It won’t take long at all,” Ekon smiled, and Landon noticed how white his teeth were. “Forty-five tops.”

Astrid took Landon’s hand, gave it a squeeze, and said: “Is free? I think it would be fun.”

“And we got the whole damn place to ourselves,” Ekon added. “Come on, Landon bro. Let’s get that late night flex on.”

Landon gave his answer, the only one really available to him, and the new group departed the cardio machines for the land of iron. Briefly, a conversation Landon had had with Astrid when he first met her came fluttering back.

She referred to a man she’d kissed on a train once as min kille. Landon had asked her if the term meant boyfriend. Only now, as he watched Ekon quietly fist-pound his buddy Darius behind Astrid’s back, did Landon recall what her answer had been.

“Not my boyfriend,” she had giggled. “Min kille means my guy.”

THREE

The free weight section of TITANS was part of the same open space as the rest of the gym, though it was tucked back, furthest from the front door. It was just before the back area with the basketball courts, saunas, showers, and changing rooms.

“Lemme get you on the squat rack, Astrid,” Ekon said. He walked over to the heavy metal contraption that held the barbell for standing squats. “Lemme show you that next level flex.”

Astrid bopped over to him. Her walk was different – or so it seemed to Landon. She was giddy in some way he’d never really seen before. Come to think of it, they hadn’t spent much time around other people together, because Astrid didn’t really know anyone. Maybe this was how she behaved, and Landon was simply seeing it for the first time. 

But she was awfully giddy.

Lots of smiling and skipping steps. Skipping steps that made her delicious ass jiggle within tight pink yoga shorts. She was talking a lot, slipping into Swedish by accident sometimes, and using her hands to describe things which made her breasts jiggle. Of course, Ekon was an eager listener.

“Men Darius, you’re so tall. In Sveden, we have tall men, but not so beeg in the arms. It’s like you could topple a trästam. Do you live in the gym or something? I’ve never seen anyone so strong. Maybe you eat like a björn?”

Landon could only half listen to her giddy ramblings because Darius had pointed him towards the bench press. Landon knew he wasn’t a tall person, but he’d never felt so short in his life as he did standing next to Darius. Also, Darius was a sweater. One of those guys at the gym, or anywhere really, who seemed to have more sweat glands than your average person. He was drenched. But not tired. No, he was just getting warmed up.

“Let’s see what you can bench,” Darius said, motioning for him to get on the bench. “Then let’s see where you max.”

Landon sat nervously on the bench. He looked further down the wall, to where Astrid stood at the squat rack, the silver dumbbell resting on her delicate shoulders. Ekon was loading the weights onto the barbell, but he paused so admire Astrid’s form – the perfect hinge of her hips and the inflation of her bubble butt.

“Lay down,” Darius said from above. “You ever benched before?”

“Um, maybe in high school?”

“Shit…” Then, under his breath, “You weak as hell.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Go on and lay down. Grip the bar above you. I’ll put the weight on.”

Landon laid back, careful not to clunk his head on the barbell. He looked straight up at the high gym ceiling and wrapped his hands around the dumbbell. He turned slightly, gazing the best he could to see what was going on with Astrid’s personal training session with Ekon. All Landon could make out now was Ekon standing very close behind Astrid, saying something about her form and “pushing it out more”. 

“A’ight I’m gonna spot you,” Darius said. “In case you can’t handle all that weight.”

Suddenly, Landon lost sight of everything. Of the ceiling, of his girlfriend – everything. It took him a moment to realize that it was Darius standing over him. He was in the spotting position, only…did they always stand so close? Honestly, Landon didn’t know. What he did know, however, was that Darius wasn’t wearing any underwear below his basketball shorts. No, now that the swoosh of his baggy shorts had settled, Landon’s view was quite clear. It was of a massive, sweaty set of cock and balls.

 “Alright gimme ten,” Darius said. “Go.”

Landon wasn’t at all ready when Darius picked the barbell off the rack. Landon’s arms folded nearly down to his chest before he caught the weighted barbell. His hands tightened around it, nearly losing it completely, and then with every muscle available to him he pushed the barbell up. For a moment there, he didn’t think he was going to make it. Then came the straightening of his arms.

“One,” Darius said. “Ten more to go.”

Landon held the weights straight up, still gathering himself. He’d done that rep blind…or not blind, but with a view of something not just distracting, but unsettling. It hung over Landon’s head like a monster hiding within a cave. He could see the huge, shaggy nutsack, the offset balls the size of lemons. The dark head of it was hooded, veiny, closed. Serpent like, yet hairy – oh so hairy. 

“Go on. Gimme another one.”

Landon began to lower the barbell again. He hadn’t the slightest clue how much weight was on it but he knew it was too much. So why hadn’t he spoken up? The answer was simple. Shock. Shock and awe at the thing dangling overhead.

When the barbell got to his chest this time, Landon couldn’t get it back up. No chance in hell. He whimpered, and that’s when he felt Darius’s hands intervening to help him get it up. But the small effort of that had caused a slight shift in Darius’s posture. One moment Landon was staring up at the beads of sweat clinging to the foreskin of Darius’s giant cock, and the next his eyes were stinging with salt and musk. 

“Oh God Oh No!” Landon cried out, feeling the drip of cock sweat splatter his lips. He had nowhere to go. Only a struggle and a whimper.

“Chill out white boy, I got you.” Darius pulled the bar upwards and Landon felt the strain in his arms ease. Landon opened his mouth to inhale a great gulp of relief, but instantly realized it was a bad decision to do so. Darius pulled the bar from Landon’s hands and set it back on the rack and let loose another downpour of schvitz soup. The cool salty man sweat hit Landon’s tongue and cheeks and he squirmed where he lay.

“Let me up!” Landon choked. “Let me up!”

He could hear that his pleas had stopped whatever exciting conversation Astrid and Ekon had been having. Astrid’s nonstop giggling had accompanied every second of Landon’s dick dousing, making it all the more hellish while it was happening. But now Landon had her attention.

“Let me up already!”

Mercifully, Darius stepped back and Landon could see again. He sat up quickly, panting, his face wet.

“What’s wrong?” Astrid had come from the squat rack for a closer look. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No,” Landon whined. “I just…it was…it was too much weight!”

Astrid frowned. “This is why you scream like girl? From lifting weights?”

Darius laughed from behind Landon, and Landon actually got to see Ekon laugh with his mouth wide open. Was it Landon seeing things, or was there a bulge in Ekon’s shorts where there hadn’t been one before? A giant goddamned bulge like the one that had just dripped all over Landon’s face. Suddenly, Landon wanted himself and his sweet Swedish princess far away from this place and these men.

“Are you almost done?” Landon said. “I’m ready to go. I…I think I pulled something…”

Astrid rolled her eyes. Before anyone could say anything, two strong hands grabbed Landon by the shoulders and pulled him back down onto the weight bench. Landon struggled briefly, but the strength in Darius’s hands shocked him into obedience.

“Just need less weight,” Darius grunted. “Don’t be acting like a lil’ bitch in front of your girl. Girls hate that shit.”

Landon looked up desperately at Astrid, as if to ask if what the brute had just said was true. She raised her ginger eyebrows as if to say – what do you think?

“Damn he can’t even do fifty?” Ekon sounded borderline concerned. “That’s fucking crazy man. Come on, Astrid. Let’s get your last set in.”

Astrid leaned down, put her hand on Landon’s chest, and put a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t let me down,” she whispered.

How quickly her virginal freckles were replaced by bearded black balls. In his ears Landon heard another man telling his girlfriend to push her ass out, but in his immediate future he saw an uncircumcised penis that was, by all accounts, freakishly long and as fat around as Landon’s wrist. 

And fresh dew drops were forming at its sheathed tip.

“Here we go,” Darius said. “Gimme ten.”

Landon was better prepared this time, and he was relieved at the decrease in weight. Slowly, steadily, he knocked out the first five – all while staring up into that chasm, at the individual wrinkles on a grown man’s testicles.

So close your eyes then if you don’t want to look…go on and close them, Landon…

Landon blinked when another drop of sweat landed in his eye. But he kept them open.

At number 6 he wavered. His arms burned and sweat coursed down his body. His feet were on the tiptoes, his entire body now involved in getting the dumbbell up. Somewhere far away but incredibly close, he could hear Ekon’s voice.

“Feel that? Feel where I’m squeezing?”

“Oh yah!” Astrid said it in a gasp.

“That’s your gluteus maximus, but this one right…here – feel that?”

“Mmmm yah.”

“That’s your gluteus medius. You’ve got the best I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmm, tack.”

Landon’s arms began to shake, he was at the point of no return and the barbell was sinking.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

“I got you,” Darius replied.

His hands caught the bar but Darius didn’t take all the weight out of it. Instead, he held just enough of it so that the barbell lowered down to Landon’s chest. It lay there, weightless while Darius held it. 

“You gotta explode with power,” Darius said. “You put everything you got into that one thrust. Like this.”

Darius squatted down then and his low-hanging junk came with him. He was using the lower posture to demonstrate how Landon should be thrusting the bar upward – and indeed demonstrated several times while Landon’s hands were still clenched around the bar. But while this was happening, Landon was being smothered. The top half of Landon’s face had managed to slide into the space between Darius’s thigh and the inner legging of his shorts. Collision was catastrophic. Darius’s sweaty dripping member smashed into Landon’s nose and eyes, pubic hair tickling his eyelids, rivers of perspiration running down the sides of his face. Landon smelled salt and musk and he pinched his mouth shut and stopped breathing. As Darius continued to demonstrate the power thrust, he kept adjusting his squat, and thereby dragging it all back and forth like a mop across Landon’s face.

At some point Landon hears laughter. It’s strange at first because he knows it’s coming from Astrid, and yet he’s never heard her laugh like that before. Whatever she’s on about, it has her in stitches. 

“Okay!” Landon manages to shout, narrowly avoiding brushing his lips against Darius’s left testicle. “OKAY LET ME UP!”

The laughter in the room rose, Ekon joining the fray. Then it stopped abruptly as Darius replaced the barbell and stepped away from the bench.

Landon shot up so quickly he nearly clunked his head on the bar. He got off the bench press and backed away from it like it was on fire. Astrid and Ekon weren’t at the squat rack anymore, and in fact were much closer to the bench press than Landon had realized. Darius was there with his arms crossed, nonchalant as always.

“No more bench press,” Landon stuttered. “Can we go now, Astrid?”

“Five-minute cool down,” Ekon said. “We ain’t done yet.”

Astrid adjusted her yoga pants. They had been perfectly straight before, but now Landon saw a litany of creases throughout them. She hadn’t gotten them squatting. 

“Come on, Lumpy. It’s free training. You need it. Let’s stay!”

“I don’t know,” Landon said. “It’s getting later and later.”

“We almost done,” Ekon promised. “Five-minute cool down, one more circuit, and then you can say you got a good workout in.”

“Five-minute cool down!” Astrid repeated in her thick accent, singing it loud, and walking off towards a yoga mat on the floor to do some stretches. Of course she went into a downward dog first, and all three men present were speechless for approximately ten seconds.

“I’ll be right back,” Landon said, hoping his voice would pull Ekon’s eyes away from Astrid’s ass. It didn’t work.

“Be back in five, white boy,” Ekon said, his eyes never flinching. “Otherwise I’ll have to come looking for yah.”

Landon didn’t like the man’s tone. Not one bit. Something in it made that last part sound like a promise.

Landon made for the front desk instead of the bathroom.

FOUR

“What seems to be the problem, Lumpy?” 

Laverna chewed gum behind the front desk. Her legs were crossed, and her arms were folded under breasts so generous they gave the Red Cross a run for its money. She spoke to Landon as if she were speaking to a child who’d lost its mother. 

“How did you know my name was…” Landon started.

“I heard that pretty little redhead calling you Lumpy.”

“Oh. Right. Well, my name is Steven. And um, I’d like to make a complaint, actually.”

Laverna’s expansive mouth stopped chewing and her finely manicured eyebrows raised. She uncrossed her legs, unfolded her arms, stood up, and leaned over the front desk. Now, the rich folds of her ebony cleavage fought to stay inside her shirt.

“Oh no, baby,” Laverna pouted. “Tell me what happened. What they do?”

“It’s the personal trainers. They’re behaving…inappropriately.”

Laverna’s expressive face scrunched in confusion. “Personal trainers?”

“The ones that work for the gym?” Landon’s tone was laced with veiled panic.

“Oh right! Right! For the gym.” Laverna smiled – she was quite pretty. “Ekon and Darius. Yeah they work here.”

“I know that. That’s why I’m complaining.” Landon stopped, looked over his shoulder, and then came back with his voice barely over a whisper. “They are behaving inappropriately with me and my girlfriend and um, well, I’m sort of afraid to leave without her.”

Laverna’s expression became consoling, looking at Landon as if she really saw to the heart of his problem.

“I’m sorry, Lumpy, but I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying. How are they making you feel uncomfortable?”

Landon balked. “I’m not sure I want to say.”

“How can I do anything about it if you won’t tell me what they did?”

“Alright…well…The one named Ekon has been well, flirting with my girlfriend. And…touching her during workouts, I think.”

Laverna reached out and rubbed Landon’s shoulder. “Did your girl Red tell you she didn’t like it? The flirting and all?”

“Well no, but like, I mean…”

“I could hear her laughing all the way over here,” Laverna sighed consolingly, continuing to rub Landon’s shoulder. “I saw them on the squat rack together, too. He was definitely being specific with her form. But listen, it’s not your fault, Lumpy. These girls see the muscles on some of these fellas and just go wild. I know it hurts, especially for boys like you, but unless your girlfriend complains about it there really isn’t anything I can do.”

Landon was red with frustration, then pale with embarrassment. 

“It’s not like that,” he said, voice weak. “Not like how you said.”

“Sure it isn’t! I’m sure it isn’t, baby. Now what about Darius? You said he was acting a fool, too? What did he do?”

Landon swallowed the lump in his throat louder than he’d meant to.

“It’s okay, Lumpy,” Laverna implored, her dark cleavage acting almost like a hypnotic. “You can tell me. Go on. Tell me what he did so I can set him straight.”

Landon licked his lips. He checked the clock. His five minutes were almost up.

“He um, well he was spotting me at the bench press…”

“And?”

“…and well, he um…his um, his private parts were sort of well, hanging out of his shorts and they may have, um, they may have accidentally dripped on me…they may have actually touched me.”

Laverna’s consoling hand stopped rubbing his shoulder and she took her hand back. In the same motion she covered her mouth, a pathetic attempt to hide the overly amused smile there. Landon turned into a tomato on the spot.

“Listen here, Lumpy…”

“Please stop calling me that…”

“I sat here and watched Darius spot you. Now, while men like Darius may face certain anatomical problems that boys like yourself will never understand, he certainly was not hanging out of his shorts. If he was hitting you with them stanky nuts, well, you gotta learn to speak up, Lumpy. But you just laid there and let him do it! Now like I said – I saw it. It was an accident. Which means if you not speaking up about it, well, I’m sorry to say but some people might start thinking you like that sort of thing.”

From the back of the room came a shout.

“FIVE MINUTES IS UP! LET’S GO LUMPY!” 

Ekon’s shout was followed by a string of Astrid’s Swedish giggles.

“Anything else I can help you with?” Laverna said.

“We’re leaving this stupid gym,” Landon fumed. “We’re leaving right…NOW!”

Laverna tisked her teeth as Landon turned around and stomped away. He was headed for the back of the gym. 

“How rude,” Laverna sighed. 

Laverna reached for a drawer on her side of the desk and removed a keychain. Then, she walked around the desk to the front door. She slid the key into the lock and sealed it shut from the inside. Then she killed the neon lights out front, plunging the lot and its two lonely vehicles into darkness.

Chuckling to herself, Laverna walked through a door marked Employees Only and left Landon alone with the others.

FIVE

They were touching her all over when Landon found them.

Hands like tractor plows digging up the earth. Except the earth was Astrid’s jumbo ass and sculpted thigh muscles. 

Ekon’s hands were below her cheeks, gripping the meat there, all of Astrid’s excess cake hanging over his fingers. Darius was pushing his fingertips into the very top of the ass itself, where it met the lower back. Four hands, one woman.

Landon’s woman.

“What are you doing?” Landon said. He sounded alarmed yet unthreatening.

“Recovery,” Ekon said without looking back at Landon. “Finding where the muscles are the tightest and trying to work out the kinks.” His strong dark hands worked Astrid’s thighs stubborn dough. 

“There,” Astrid whimpered. She was facing the mirrored wall, hinged at the hips, hands on the walls. “That feels amazing.”

“It’s tight here too,” Darius said, fingertips pressing hard into her lower back, and then sliding down into the first firm curvature of her rotund ass.

Landon saw how close Ekon’s thumbs were on the inside of Astrid’s thigh, ever so high. Kneading. Massaging. Getting closer to that slight camel toe she carried in the pink yoga shorts.

Astrid sighed but it was a little too loud. Too much moan to it, as it were.

Landon cleared his throat. He’d been so flabbergasted to find Astrid in this position that he’d forgotten what he’d meant to say. It was time to leave. Workout over. It was after eleven and closing in on midnight.

“Um Astrid? You almost done?” Landon felt the cringe engulf him. This was awkward. “I need to get home and get some sleep. I think it’s time to leave.”

No one said anything. Ekon and Darius continued to give ‘therapeutic massage’. There was anger and confusion building inside Landon. It increased with every passing second that these men continued to grope his girlfriend.

“Can’t leave yet,” Ekon said at last, turning to look at Landon while his hands stayed fixed to Astrid’s upper thighs. “Gotta get your recovery massage in too. Otherwise it’d be like me and Darius are just here feeling on your girl just cus. And that wouldn’t be okay with you, now would it, Landon buddy?”

Too Landon’s massive relief, Darius took his digging fingertips out of the top of Astrid’s jubilant pink ass and pointed at Landon.

“Over here. Next to yo’ girl. Let’s see what kinda muscle tension we’re dealing with.”

Landon hesitated. Of course he did. The last time Darius had assisted him in a workout, Lando had gotten a face full of ball balm and hog grease. And there was no fucking way that had been accidental, and Landon give a damn what the front desk lady had to say about it. But it was better to be closer to Astrid right now, physically, to try and get some sort of handle on a situation that was getting stranger and stranger as the night went on.

He got against the wall, beside Astrid. By then, Ekon had moved his palms to the outermost curve of Astrid’s cheeks, and the balls of his thumbs were digging like excavators into the very center of both half-moons. Landon did not like that but he also wondered if this wasn’t normal trainer behavior, and if to speak about it might make him look insecure or worse, stupid. As for Astrid, she was sort of in a trance. Whatever recovery muscles Ekon was hitting, it was causing her to lay her cheek against the mirror and close her eyes. Her fingertips pushed into the reflection and a rush of red filled her nails, so dichotomous to her pale, skeletal fingers.

“Hold still,” Darius said. “Gonna check yah body fat first.”

Darius put his hands on Landon and things got weird.

First it was his presence over the top of Landon – too close. Then it was the sudden snatching of the slight excess of fat along Landon’s lower waist. A love handle, except only enough flesh to make one if you did what Darius was doing – grabbing and pulling it. 

“Shiiiit,” Darius said. “First time at the gym?”

Astrid came out of her daze and saw what Darius was doing – holding Landon’s love handle. She giggled, amused and yet with a touch of something else. Discomfort? But at who? Landon didn’t like her looking at him, and he didn’t like Darius shaking his flab like he was frying a pan full of butter.

"Check his core," Ekon said, kneeling below the others with his face inches from Astrid’s ass crack. His fingers pressed into Astrid's outer cheeks in a strange massage, causing her blimp-like rear to jiggle. “See what kinda crunches we should have him doing.”

Landon tensed up when Darius’s fingers began to probe along his stomach and then his ribs. They were firm, rough presses, and at one point Landon felt his pink graze just below the waistband of his shorts. It made the skin between Landon’s shoulder blades go cool and ticklish.

“No muscle mass,” Darius said, digging along Landon’s torso and even finding the back. “It’s crazy. He got less mass than his girlfriend.”

Landon flinched away from Darius and accidentally knocked his forehead against the mirror.

“Can we watch it with the comments please?” Landon said. “I don’t appreciate some of the things you’re saying.”

“Lumpy!” Astrid chastised him as only she could. “Don’t be so emotional! How do you say in America? Boys will be boys. All in fun, yes?” She looked over her shoulder, down at Ekon giving her calves extra attention.

“Go easy on the kid, D,” Ekon grinned a full set of predator’s teeth.

“Yeah but I’m telling you,” Darius resumed his inspection of Landon’s physical fitness by getting a claw like grip around Landon’s chest area. “This kid is built like a rubber toy or something. Can you even do a pushup?”

“D!” Ekon guffawed, trying not to. “Go easy on the kid!”

Astrid turned her face the other way as Landon went red with anger, still trying to get out of Darius’s hands, still nowhere to go without flailing and making a scene. Darius was mashing Landon’s chest now, pulling his fingers together at the nipples and making a show of all the soft, loose flesh. Landon still had his shirt on, but it was riding up over Darius’s wrists, exposing Landon’s soft, protruding belly.

“Okay that’s enough!” Landon raised his voice. “Let go of me!” Then, he saw where Ekon’s hands were on his girlfriend’s body and Landon finally blew the top off a kettle that had been ready to explode for an hour. “AND LET GO OF MY GIRLFRIEND!”

Everyone paused like a still image on an old VCR.

Ekon froze with his hands full of Astrid’s booty – literally holding it from under the otter crest of her cheeks with fingers splayed like he was going to lift her up by it. 

Darius’s fingers were likewise paralyzed, thumbs in Landon’s armpits and fingers stretched out across his puffy nipples. In that brief silence after he shouted, Landon’s body reacted strangely to the feel of Darius’s bold grip…something tickled below the waist. 

That still moment passed. Ekon let go of Astrid’s ass and stood up. Darius’s hands slipped out of Landon’s shirt and Landon let out a staggered breath. He turned away from the wall, facing the two larger men just as they cornered him. All sight of Astrid disappeared behind a mountain of muscular shoulders and broad chests.

“The fuck you raising your voice for?” Ekon’s voice was lower when he spoke quietly, and Landon felt his breath against his forehead. Landon was craning his neck to see them. “And the fuck you think I was doing with Astrid? Saying get your hands off like I was just groping her ass or something.”

“Well?” Landon bucked. “Weren’t you?”

“I can tell you never been in a fucking gym before, white boy,” Ekon growled. “And not because of all that flab you got, either. You see what I was doing with Astrid was working out tightness in the deep tissue of her muscles. Now, in case you don’t know what a muscle is, since you ain’t got none, a muscle is what makes yo’ girlfriend’s booty so high and tight. Muscles is what yo’ girl got in her thighs cus she actually works out. And when you work out, you get muscles, and then you gotta take care of them. Understand, white boy? You getting mad at me for doing my job when yah girlfriend ain’t go no problems with it.”

Landon felt the situation turning on him. Somehow, he was the bad guy here.

“We wouldn’t let bitches like this work out in the yard,” Darius said so quietly only the three men could hear him. “Keep em’ soft and clean.”

“That’s enough, D,” Ekon snapped. “Now listen here Lumpy. I can see why you might get intimidated, dudes such as myself and Darius here hanging around you and your pretty girlfriend. We’re bigger, stronger than you, so it makes sense. But I’m just tryna’ do my job. So, to show you that I ain’t some fucking pervert, we’re gonna give you the same treatment she got.”

“That’s not necessary,” Landon said.

“Nah but it is, kid. Otherwise, my job might be on the line if you go complaining to the boss.”

Landon pressed himself firmly against the mirrored wall. He knew what he needed to say: I don’t want you touching me or my girlfriend, we’re leaving. His hesitation to say it sooner would cost him everything, a hesitation born from the crux of this charade. 

In the space of that hesitation, Astrid’s voice came from behind the mountain of man: “Just let them do it, Lumpy! Workout almost over and the massage feels very good.”

Landon took a breath. “And then we’re leaving.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Darius cracked his neck. “Sure thing.”

Ekon took them down the hall at the back of the main room, citing “more room to stretch” as his reason for relocating them. Landon thought it was strange that a personal trainer that worked for the gym would have to try different doors until he found one that wasn’t locked, but then again, maybe he’d just forgotten his keys.

It was a physical therapy room, with two examination tables about four feet apart. 

“Hop on up and we’ll get you two stretched out,” Ekon said, patting one of the tables and nodding at Astrid. “Then you can head out.”

Landon hated being paired with Darius yet again, but he hated Ekon getting his hands on Astrid even more. As he got on the other table, Landon glimpsed Astrid laying down on her back, her small nipples poking the fabric of her sports bra, the incredible weight of her breasts held together on top of her chest.

“On your knees,” Darius said.

“On the floor?” Landon replied in confusion.

“On the table dumbass.”

“But why?”

“I’m gonna check your lower back. You white boys with soft bellies always got it tight there.”

Landon was unsure of the point of kneeling on the low examination table, but he was too distracted by Astrid’s progress with Ekon to argue it. Ekon had Astrid curling her arms around the top of her own head and holding that position. Because of this, her triple D distractions seemed to almost levitate in the tight pink sack that held them. Sweat glistened in her bare armpits. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling as Ekon stood at the other end of the table, at her feet, and began to bend her legs forward – knees toward face. It was a deep stretch, one that brought Astrid’s ass to the forefront, and one that put Ekon’s mouth at hovering distance over Astrid’s delicious breasts.

Landon was on his knees. Facing the table Astrid lay upon, watching Ekon stretch her out back and forth in what was almost an emulation of intercourse. Her tits jiggled as one every time he got her knees near her chin.

“Sit up straight,” Darius breathed in his ear. Landon straightened his posture out. “Lemme see what we’re working with here.”

Landon felt the man’s hand find his lower back. Again, the tickle came. Then, Darius pushed against the tightness there, his other hand coming around to Landon’s upper pelvis to keep him still for leverage. Landon hadn’t been expecting that, and now this giant stranger’s hands were sandwiching his lower body.

Again, the tickle.

Landon began to sweat. While Darius tried to roughly relieve a knot out of his lower back, Landon watched Ekon climb onto the examination table and push Astrid’s legs up past her face. Her knees were boxing her ears in now, tits squished, tremendous ass bulging towards the ceiling. Another man, folding her in half.

Another tickle.

Or perhaps it was a twitch.

Anger and confusion fought in his balls.

Landon was getting confused.

“Too damn tight to crack,” Darius said. “Gotta do it the way we did it in the yard.”

“In the yard?” Landon asked, dazed, watching Astrid giggle as Ekon flips her over onto her stomach. “What’s that?”

Darius didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his knee up and planted it into Landon’s lower back. Without asking, he grabbed Landon by his skinny biceps and pulled him back ever so softly.

“What are you doing?” Landon asked in a panic, suddenly subdued, his arms back and his pelvis pushing forward. 

“Getting the kinks out.” Darius tightened his grip on Landon and on his slow, backwards pull. His knee steadied. Landon knelt there on the table, his lower half, his crotch in gym shorts pressed forward. “Slow and steady.”

Pop!

It was small, but the sudden release of it sent a sigh through Landon’s mouth. It was loud enough that Astrid looked over at him, her face turned to the side and her ass up behind her in the air. Ekon was karate chopping her ass cheeks. 

Darius’s grip tightened and on the heels of the back crack Landon was especially infatuated with his strength. With the fact that he was helpless against a man like Darius. It was fleeting, it was dark, he wanted to ignore it. He felt the giant knee in his back, felt him pulling, felt himself not fighting…

Ekon’s hands are running past her ass, around her lower back, to her flat stomach, running up up up across her ribs and towards that hanging package of pink breasts…

Darius’s knee begins to knead Landon’s lower back and the strength in his hands intensifies. He’s squeezing Landon so hard by the arms Landon can feel the thump of his pulse at the elbows and wrists.

“You can go higher,” Astrid whispers. “I get tension there too…”

And then Landon is watching the personal trainer grope his girlfriend’s breast from underneath, squeezing them, trying to handle those unruly melons. He actually pretends to massage but Landon knows exactly what he’s doing.

Astrid sighs. Landon’s breath catches in his throat. He feels the taut grip of a stronger man. He sees Ekon’s face go glossy with desire when he slips his hands under the hem of the sports bra and finds raw flesh.

What is happening, Landon thinks. What is happening to Astrid right before my eyes? What is happening to me? And that’s when the sports bra snaps up and Astrid’s tits spill out, falling downward over the table she is bent over, and Ekon’s hands are on them, pure black against the palest parts of her.

The knee in his back slides down an inch, and now Darius stretches him to the max – Hips all the way forward, and shoulders and torso back.

When Landon looks down, he has only a few seconds to notice it before everyone else. 

There, at the front of his shorts, pointing the way to his own demise, is an erection. The basketball shorts contour against it and though it is no more than a few inches out from his body, there is no mistaking it. He has a stiffy. 

Landon clenches to cover. They can’t see this. He needs to throw a fit right now at what that man is doing to his girlfriend on that table, but he CAN’T because his arms in the grasp of a beast.

Astrid is on the table, turning her face slowly, her tits out and hanging below her. At this same instant, Ekon turns as well, his hands still roaming that bounty of breasts. Landon struggles one last time to pull from Darius’s grip, but it is futile. The man is too strong. Landon braces for the worst and gets it.

Astrid’s sky blues blink quickly three times. She’s clearly lost herself in what Ekon has done to her but what she sees then snaps her back to reality. She sits up, onto her knees, topless and swinging. 

“Oh!” She squeaked. “Lumpy has got a bånge!”

Ekon’s eyes narrowed on the spectacle of Landon with hips pushed out and the tiny tent in his pants. “White boy done popped himself a boner!”

“Not surprised,” Darius grunted from behind, not relenting on his hold. “He was shakin’ like a damn virgin when I was inspecting him earlier.”

“LET ME GO!” Landon cried out. “IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I…I…I TOOK THE WRONG PILL!”

Astrid started to giggle. Then she started to laugh, hard enough to make her triple D’s dance the tango. She covered her mouth and mumbled: “What’s got you so excited, Lumpy!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Ekon laughed, coming closer to Landon and pointing down at the erection there. His black finger was clearly longer. “Looks like white boy was watchin’ you get the business and started wonderin’ what it might be like to get it himself. Trust me, I know it when I see it.”

Astrid was still giggling, but there was disappointment in her gaze as well.

“Astrid it’s not what it looks like!” Landon cried. “I swear! It’s your tits! Your tits are out and it got me hard! That’s all! Oh Astrid, please put your tits away. What the fuck is going on here!”

“You have bånge, Lumpy,” Astrid said simply. “That is what is going on here.”

“OW!” Landon winced – Ekon had flicked his hard on.

“Secret is out now, boy,” Ekon said. “Only thing you can do now is take a cold shower.” He started laughing, then Astrid started back up again, and then Darius too was guffawing.

“NO! NO! NO!” Landon cried out, swinging his body uselessly as Darius continued to hold him in that awkward position. For the life of him, he could not get his erection to go down. “NOOO!”

Suddenly, he was free. Darius must have let go because he tumbled right over that able and hit the ground with a rolling start. Astrid was still laughing, and the strange, Swedish music of it was haunting and terrifying. He couldn’t wait for her – he had to get out of there.

Landon bolted out of the room, his stomach stinging to leave Astrid behind with those men. Questions swirled in his head about what she had allowed that man to do – was it an accident? More massaging?

It didn’t matter. He was leaving TITANS right now and he was never coming back. He would see Astrid later.

He came out of the hallway and sprinted across the gym. It was still empty. The clock read after twelve. The front windows seemed darker somehow but there was no time to question it.

Landon reached the front door and yanked the handle.

It was locked.

He was banging on the glass when Darius and Ekon carried him away.

SIX

“Only way to get rid of Lump’s lil’ lump is to go old school. I’m talkin’…cold shower time!”

For Landon, what happened next was a flood of panic that made everything happen all at once. From being carried through the main part of the gym, to the arrival of Astrid in the hallway shouting but laughing at them to let him go, all the way into the large communal shower at the back of the facility – all Landon could be sure of was that he was kicking and struggling and protesting.

But for some terrible reason, his erection would not go away.

“Everybody deserves a shower after that workout,” Ekon said. “Everybody strips, everybody washes!”

Landon realized all at once that they were in the shower, in that open-tiled space where multiple shower heads reached from the wall. All of the separation curtains were thrown back on their racks, making it one wide open space. He had his clothes on but for some reason he caught the distinct impression they weren’t going to stay that way. Even as the two bullies let Landon go, it was only so they could remove their own shirts. 

When Landon turned around, towards the exit of the large communal shower, he saw Astrid standing in her workout clothes with a strange smirk on her face. She was looking at Landon with that smirk, until she wasn’t – until the shirts came off the jocks and now there was a new main attraction.

“I’m leaving,” Landon’s voice sounded weak within the echo chamber that was the shower. “This has all been one big misunderstanding. Astrid – come on.”

Somehow Landon just knew they weren’t going to let him leave. The door was locked, for one. For two, he didn’t know any other way out. Not that it mattered. He was looking at Astrid when her big blue eyes went wide as the two shirtless men grabbed hold of Landon.

“Not so fast, Lumpy,” Ekon chuckled. “You’re still sporting a spitter, we’ve gotta get that taken care of, don’t we?”

“WHY!” Lumpy screamed as they tore the clothes from his body. 

“Because we’re gonna make sure you ain’t some fagget, that’s why,” Darius growled as he wrestled Landon’s shorts away. “Because if you are, then we’ve gotta take some necessary precautions.”

Landon didn’t understand what they were saying, he didn’t understand why Astrid was being so quiet and giggly. Worst of all, neither she nor the two bullies would listen when he fought to keep his clothes on. But then he was standing in the middle of the shower in nothing more than a pair of tight white underwear, stuck between Ekon and Darius.

And regardless of size, even a toothpick would have been noticeable were it tucked within Landon’s tighty-whities straight and narrow. This was much the same effect – a shameful erection he couldn’t wish away, and now all eyes were on it.

“Turn the shower on, Astrid,” Ekon said. “Nice and cold.”

She walked past them, giving Landon’s white crotch a shifty eye and then grinning at the men’s muscles. 

The shower hissed on and a feather scraped across Landon’s spine. He didn’t want to go in the shower. He didn’t want to be almost naked with an erection in front of these men…but he was, and the situation was spiraling out of his control.

“Now let’s have a closer look, shall we?” Ekon smiled.

“I’m not getting naked,” Landon trembled. “I’m leaving…give me my clothes back and Astrid and I are –

“Nobody said you gotta take it off,” Ekon laughed. “Right this way, Lumpy!”

Landon was suddenly shoved, pushed, and handled right over to the shower head where Astrid stood off to the side. She watched everything with keen interest, curious, unsure.

“No! Please! OH!”

Ekon and Darius, towering over little Landon, thrust him under the downpour of freezing cold shower water. Astrid’s giggling collided with Landon’s shouting, and Ekon and Darius grunted and chuckled as well. The water cascaded over Landon, soaking him, flooding across his white cotton underwear and effectively revealing everything underneath.

“Goddamn look at that thing,” Ekon guffawed. “Looks like an extra pinky finger.”

Landon had to disassociate, see himself from somewhere else. And he did. There was his body, crowded by two ebony giants, his soaking wet underwear revealing his sad endowment, all while he shivered and shook from the temperature of the water. Astrid was watching too, covering her sexy mouth with two fingers and still laughing.

“Damn thing still ain’t goin’ down,” Darius said. “Better get it full blast.”

Astrid’s giggles turned into shrieks of delight when Darius and Ekon lifted Landon off the ground, each with an arm and a leg, and held him under the faucet flow. The shower head blast impacted directly with soaked underwear and the shameful not-so-secret protruding there. Little white Landon trembled from the freezing water blasting his tiny erection and finally, it relented. As he twisted and struggled in the grasp of the bullies, his penis was beaten into submission by cold water and shriveled up to the size of a pen cap. 

“PLLLEEEASSEEE NO MORE!!!”

Laughing, they pulled him from the freezing water and set him down on his feet, but not before ripping the underwear from Landon’s body with one powerful yank. Landon’s feet touched cold wet tile. He was naked, under the microscope.

“Now I’ve seen some small white boy dicks in my time,” Ekon said, not allowing Landon to cover himself. “But I think that itty bitty birthday candle takes the damn cake!”

Darius snorted under his breath. Ekon was constantly laughing. But it was Astrid’s curious face, her betraying smile, that hurt Landon the worst. Her usually pale skin was flushing red, like she was embarrassed for hm and because of him.

“The real question is, how did that land that.” Ekon nodded from Landon’s shriveled pink tip to Astrid’s incredible body. “And how the fuck did you get that, when she coulda’ had this!”

Ekon brought his thumper out with an exaggerated flourish. He dropped his basketball shorts like it was his birthday and Landon screamed. Darius was slower about it, tugging up on his long garden hose of a shlong until it flopped out over the top of his waistband. 

“Oj herre Gud!” Astrid exclaimed with wide gazing eyes.

“Oh my God,” Landon repeated, in English, albeit with much less enthusiasm. His face paled while Astrid’s filled with color.

“Take a look at that, white girl.” Ekon was talking directly to Astrid even though he stood beside Landon. “Bet they don’t got these in Sweden now do they?”

Ekon stepped out of his shorts and kicked them off across the room. The act of kicking caused the sloping, hanging thing between his legs to slap around between his dark thighs. It was meaty, like a slab of charcoal with veins running through it. Curly, sweat pubic hair at the thick base shaft and a wrinkly, sling-like nutsack filled with testicles the size of lemons. Darius’s cock was straighter, straight as an arrow, about the length of one as well. A slightly different shade on the last three inches, almost sandalwood red, gave it the sleek appealing nature of a porno star’s artillery. Both men were oversized, overstuffed…and flaccid.

“Oj herre Gud,” Astrid said again, much quieter, taking a step closer to the three naked men in the shower. "It is biggest I have ever seen..."

Landon was too stunned to do anything but stand there. His initial shock at the size of Ekon and Darius had been replaced with complete emasculation as he looked at the size difference between himself and the others. Coupled with that powerless feeling of being in too deep, of having nowhere to run, his freezing cold penis seemed to suck up even further into his hairless crotch, until all that peeked out was one pink button.

Astrid, however, looked like it was her first time in a petting zoo. Her first time seeing a panda, or perhaps a dinosaur bone at the Smithsonian. Landon stood there in those frozen few seconds before the laughter started and stared at her lapis colored eyes, going from one, to the other, and everytime she did so she was forced to see Landon's dick in the middle. At first, it was like she didn't see his at all. At first, it was as if she might reach out and give them a pet. Then, as she approached within a foot, she seemed to remember herself, at least partially, and come to her senses.

"Oh, Lumpy," she said as if dazed, as if just realizing he were there. Then, upon seeing how shriveled he'd become, her tone changed to amusement, and she repeated it much differently: "OH...LUMPY."

Landon made a meek groaning sound as Asitrid took of in a fit of giggles. He couldn't look her in the eyes anymore so he looked down...at the three of them. His own right in the middle.

Ekon clapped him on the back with an arm around his shoulders and shook Landon. "Don't blame her for laughing, bro. She just found out Sweden is a fucking joke because it's filled with nothing but white boys."

Astrid started pacing. Pacing and laughing. Everytime she started to get a hold of herself again, she'd swoon with a hand to her forehead and start all over again. 

"Looks like a softball between two baseball bats," Darius said.

"You a fuckin' poet, D," Ekon replied.

"Thanks."

If Landon, on his best day, at full rigidity, was four solid inches, then he was maybe 2.5 when flaccid. After the cold blast had defeated that confusing erection, and after he'd seen how small he was next to his tormentors, things got even tinier for him. With only his pink button head showing over a pair of balls so small and tight they could have been marbles, he was now lucky to be a full one inch.

By comparison, his entire penis looked as if it could fit along the head of either Darius or Ekon. By furhter comparison, and Landon noticed this as it was happening – he was pretty sure the mass of his current artillery was less than the mass of one of Ekon's giant testicles.

"Ooohhh Lumpy!" Astrid's accent was always heavier when she was one of two things: Amused, or turned on. Because Landon had never heard her accent this thick before, he wondered if things weren't being compounded. "Lumpy I am sorry but IS SO SMALL! OOOHHH! HAHAHAHA!"

And there it was. The most beautiful love his life outright laughing at him, simultaneously checking out the competition. The full grown men who dwarfed him were chuckling, laughing at him. Landon started to shake.

"Hey now you're making him feel bad," Ekon said, his tone thick like honey. "Come on, Astrid. Don't be laughing at yah man like that." Ekon's arm tightened around Landon's shoulders. 

"I sorry," she said, still unable to get herself together, still looking unbelievably edible in that pink sports bra and yoga shorts. "It's just...I did not know. Ooohh, Lumpy! Don't look so sad! Is ok! Is ok!"

But it wasn't okay. And Astrid still hadn't stopped laughing.

"And your bånge, Lumpy!" Astrid went on. "Your, how do you say? Your boaner! Why you get boaner when big man touches you? Yes, I got little wet with Ekon but I am a woman. You supposed to be man, Lumpy!"

Landon couldn't imagine saying anything to that. What possible response did he have after sporting the unbreakable boner? They'd all seen it. And apparently they'd all taken it as permission to do whatever the fuck they wanted.

"Maybe Lumpy's embarrassed because it's only us guys without clothes on," Ekon grinned. "Maybe Lumpy's a grower, or at least, he gets bigger than that pathetic shit. Why don't you take your shower, Astrid? You're sweaty as hell anyway. Take a shower, put on a show, and maybe Lumpy here will come out of his shell."

Landon was shaking his head no, he was even thinking about speaking (the power to do so seemed to have been robbed from him, like trying to run in a dream only to find the ground is made of quicksand), but Astrid had that European style about her. That ability to get her clothes off in under three seconds in case she needed to go skinny dipping in a fjord somewhere.

It was the top first, her illustrious pale tits revealed at the perfect standing angle, her wide pink nipples so pale and wide. Landon recalled his worry only a few hours ago that these two men would check out Astrid's ass on the Stairmaster. Now they were getting everything. 

Everything.

"Where I put clothes?" Astrid asked with a smile, standing completely nude now before them. Her clothes were in her hands, over her breasts. Ekon said nothing, only smiled and pointed to the doorway where the other clothes were piled up. She strutted across the shower, past them, and that's when the best view of her bare ass took place. The perfect bubble, the perfect muffin, high and jiggling yet toned. Her bare pink pussy, a pussy with lips almost as pink as the ones on her mouth, was visible just below. 

Defeat engulfed Landon then. A fresh wave. 

Astrid was playful about it. Landon hated that…or at least he thought he did. He couldn't deny regaining a quarter inch of his shaft from its wrinkled frightened tube when Astrid turned on the hot water and got under the flow. Her read hair soaked over, rivers of water ran down her pale perfect body, across ever inch that he had grown to love and grown to hoard – at least emotionally.

She rubbed her hands over her breasts, biting her bottom lip with a grin, looking at the three males. Landon didn't know who exactly she was staring at…maybe none of them did.

"Look at yo girl, white boy," Ekon whispered, picking his black mamba up in his hand and starting to stroke it. "Look at her getting all clean for us."

Landon's lower lip trembled, and he looked down again. Ekon was stroking the beast with one hand and pulling Landon closer with the arm around Landon's shoulder. Darius scooted closer too, stroking his long straight pylon. Landon caught his breath when he saw what they were really doing.

Stroking, yes.

But smacking his confused little dicklet as well. Smacking it on the tip with their tip, smacking his little frightened balls with their hammers. Landon was frozen, arms at his side, no longer knowing which horror to bear witness to. 

"Look at your girl," Ekon whispered from above. "Look how she takes care of her body. How good she looks. You really think you deserve a bad bitch like that? Really think you can give her what she needs?"

Landon looked up. Astrid had her back to them, washing her front, while that picture perfect ass faced them head on. She turned her beautiful, innocent face to the side, looked over her shoulder and saw what they were doing to Landon. She giggled and shook her head disapprovingly.

"Answer me," Ekon said, giving Landon's quickly stiffening dick another hard slap. Landon flinched. "I asked you a question, boy. I mean look at this." 

Ekon lifted his colossal member up, pressing it along his six-pack abs. Over by the shower, naked Astrid turned around to get a better look at what was happening. Ekon pointed at his giant hairy sack, no longer mostly hidden behind a mammoth dick.

"Pick up my balls," Ekon said. "Pick em' up and put that little fucking clitty right on top. Like you tryna put a stick of gum in a duffle bag."

Landon's voice cracked: "Wha-wha-what?"

"DO IT!" Ekon's shout echoed and even Astrid flinched. "Pick up my NUTS!"

Landon did as he was told, shaky and suddenly. He flinched the second his fingers found that huge wrinkly bag, he flinched against when he felt the man's huge lemon-sized testicles rolling across his palms.

"Those are some real fuckin' nuts, boy," Ekon growled. "You gotta get yah hands into em'!"

Darius chuckled, watching the scene unfold, his cock slowly lengthening the longer Astrid was naked. Astrid stepped out of the hot water, rivers of it still streaking down her pale flesh, and came closer to see what Ekon was doing.

Landon had to commit to the task to get it done. Finally, he cupped both hands together under the sack, felt the hair tickling his soft wrists, and lifted it up. Ekon was still holding his dick out of the way – if he hadn't, this wouldn't have worked. He was too large. Landon scooted forward a step and brought his confused yet rigid tiny prick to the big black ballsack in his hands. He'd never been so close to another man before…and he was ashamed to see himself hard. Hard, yet small. The fear was still real, and even his full erection was barely three inches. Laying across that giant black ballsack, it was microscopic.

"See what I mean, white boy?" Ekon growled. "How the fuck is that gonna satisfy a girl like Astrid? You can't even sniff my nuts with that thing." He let his cock go and crashed down onto Landon's stomach. Landon flinched but now the true in depth comparison was revealed.

And all while Landon held the sack.

"Astrid…I swear…" his voice was meek, turning to look at his dripping redhead girlfriend while he held another man's ballsack. "This isn't me…this isn't who I am…"

Astrid leaned in, quizzically. 

"Hmmm," she said. "I don't know Lumpy. You are very confused boy."

"Let go of my fucking sack, fagget," Ekon growled. Landon let go and the thing swung away like a thousand-pound pendulum. Landon backed away from the towering man and the giant cock…

Only to walk backwards into another one. 

Darius's fat stick poked Landon's left cheek. Landon shuddered.

Landon was spinning. Where to turn?

Ekon was standing with Astrid, his long arm snaking over her shoulders. His eyes were on Landon, but Astrid's were on the man's cock. Her heavy hanging tit pushed against his torso muscles. 

Landon felt Darius's hand on his shoulder.

"Did what we could for that scrawny little pecker of his," Ekon said. "But the truth is, he's still confused. I think it's time we sign little Lumpy up for the 12-hour transformation. Before and after pics, the only thing. What you think, Darius?"

Darius squeezed Landon's shoulder, stepped closer behind the boy, and dug the dripping tip of his member directly into Landon's lower back.

"I think that's exactly what this white boy needs," Darius agreed. "Let's go find Laverna."

Landon watches Ekon's hand close around Astrid's tit and squeeze. 

He says nothing when the four of them leave the showers stark naked.

SEVEN

Laverna was in the back office when the knock came. She'd gone and listened a few times during the shower fiasco, had even taken a peek at that white girl's booty. Laverna was excited to see what her old pals Ekon and Darius had in mind for this Lumpy fella. She just hoped they didn't get her fired.

Because Ekon and Darius most definitely did not work for TITANS.

It was a hustle for them. One of many. Laverna knew men like them all over the city and beyond. Predators who sniffed out the weakest man in any given room and used him for, well, whatever they want. It was a popular trade in this city, and she'd heard rumors of pawn shops and garbage men and con artists who did similar. 

At least for her it made the night shift go by faster.

"Oh lord," Laverna said on opening the door. "Not a stitch of clothing on any one of you? Get your asses in here!"

They filed in past her. First the sexy redhead, trying to cover her tits with her long thin arms and failing. When her naked rump passed by Laverna, Laverna's hand shot out and CRACKED right off the left cheek.

"Youch!" Astrid gasped with an accent. Her hand went to the red print forming on her pale cheek and looked at Laverna, wounded.

"Move your ass, bitch," Laverna said sternly. "You're in my office now."

Then came the wimp, his shoulders already hunched more than they were an hour ago. It was quite clear to Laverna that whatever confidence he'd had, they'd ripped it right out of him. 

"You got a bigger clit than your girlfriend," Laverna extended a hand and flicked Landon's shrimp as it passed her by. "Congratulations." Landon yelped and kept moving.

Then came the two beasts, naked and muscled and tattooed. Laverna licked her lips and winked at them, she even gave Darius's nine-and-a-half inches a nice hello how are you sort of handshake.

Laverna closed the office door and locked it. She killed the lights in the main room too, just in case anyone was confused about the gym being open. Then she turned her attention to the quartet. 

Ekon explained in a few words what they wanted to do. Landon stayed quiet, like a beaten dog, occasionally glancing over at his girlfriend who now stood at the side of another man.

"What kind of transformation are we talking here?" Laverna grinned, narrowing her gaze onto Landon. "Though I'll be honest – I've got a hunch."

"Let's get the before pictures now," Ekon said. "And the after pictures…well, after."

Laverna, the only one clothed in the spacious office, crooked her finger at the group and they followed. She brought them to a corner that faced a basic setup of camera equipment. The wall was bare. This was the place they took pictures of gym members to compare later in the year. The best transformations made the welcome wall over the front desk. Of course, it was totally optional for TITANS members. However, it was not optional for Landon.

Darius shoved him into the frame and there he stood, naked and alone, timidly covering up his privates with both hands. Laverna could see the listlessness in the boy's stare. She could see the crushing defeat every time he looked at his pretty girlfriend under another man’s gaze. 

"Stand up straight and put your hands at your sides," Laverna said, stepping beside the camera. "Do it, Lumpy. Don't be shy. Everybody's already seen that tic-tac you call a dick anyway."

Landon did what he was told, albeit reluctantly, while the men laughed and Astrid asked, "what is tic-tac?"

Laverna took a picture, head on, of Landon's naked body. 

"Turn to the side," Laverna said.

Landon turned. 

"Can't even see his dick from the side," Ekon laughed. "That ain't gonna change in the after pics, I'll tell you that right now."

"Lumpy you look so sad," Astrid said, adjusting her body between Darius and Ekon, now with an arm around both, her big bare tits hanging down nearly to her belly button. "This is good for you! Maybe you don't like what you think you like. Maybe you like boys."

The room erupted with laughter,. Landon looked like he might faint. 

"I do not like boys," he whispered.

"Turn your back to the camera," Laverna said, snapping away.

"Then maybe you like watching your girl get handled," Ekon said. "Cus that little dick was real hard when I was massaging your bitch."

Landon's big ass faced them, they snickered at it. It was revealed pasty and white and flabby under the bright halogen. Laverna finished snapping the pictures, and Darius stepped forward and grabbed hold of Landon before he could think about doing anything.

“Here’s what I’m thinking for Lumpy’s transformation,” Ekon said, stepping closer to pin Landon between himself and Darius. “Lumpy walked in here tonight a little boy, didn’t he?”

Murmurs of agreement sounded, even from Astrid. 

“Lump walked in a chubby little boy,” Ekon repeated, “but he’ll be walking out a skinny bitch.”

“Guess I’ll grab my makeup kit out of the car then,” Laverna half-smirked.

“Your what?” Landon asked, nude and shaky. “Astrid and I really need to be going now.” He said it as if he knew his words meant nothing anymore. And indeed, they were worthless.

“You not going anywhere, Lumpy,” Astrid cooed. “This is too much fun.”

In the wee hours of the morning Laverna King went out back to the employee lot and retrieved her makeup bag. Because she also worked at a salon part time, she grabbed another bag full of assorted hair dryers, razors, blades, scissors, etc. Laverna had lived in this town long enough to know where this night was going.

Laverna came back into the staff office. The outfit the redhead had been wearing earlier, the pink sports bra and the pink yoga pants, were laid out neatly on top of a desk. Laverna could see that the garments were soaked through with sweat still, especially the seem along the ass of the shorts – absolutely soaked.

Landon sat alone in a chair, totally dejected.

“Where’d everybody go?” Laverna asked, setting both of her bags down on the ground.

“To the showers,” Landon whispered. Then, even quieter: “…to finish washing up.”

Laverna had to laugh at the sheer level of pathetic the boy had become. 

Just then, the door opened, and Darius stepped inside. His basketball shorts were back on but that was it, and his large body still beaded with water from the shower. 

“Just gonna make sure that one don’t give you any trouble,” Darius said. “I think Ekon and the girl are gonna be a minute though.”

“Not surprised,” Laverna said. “Ekon has the stamina of a goddamn racehorse.”

She watched Landon go green when she said it, chuckled to herself, and then opened her makeup kit.

If Landon struggled at all it was quickly silenced by Darius’s paws coming to his shoulders. The hulking man with rough muscles and prison tattoos was like a wall behind the boy, the boy looking straight ahead at Laverna with eyes that begged her to save him.

“Oh don’t go looking at me with those puppy dog eyes,” Laverna said, powdering a brush with blush. “Ain’t nobody coming to save you.”

Laverna felt a rush of power as she applied makeup to the boy’s face. Like the instrument in her hand was one of God’s and she was creating something in her own image. Or maybe she was refashioning something into it. Either way, there was no denying the sway she held over him and the way he looked. And the way he looked was tied directly to how everyone around Landon would perceive him.

He winced when the thick red lipstick smeared across his lips. He had to keep from crying as she curled his lashes and applied mascara. Laverna selected a deep purple for the eyeshadow, caking it on heavily, and finishing it out by thickening his eyebrows with a brush. All the while, Darius waited with his hands on Landon’s shoulders, like he was waiting to take home a puppy from the pound.

“Get him in the bathroom,” Laverna said. “He ain’t gonna like this next part.”

Laverna’s high-pitched, cackling laughter bounced of the tiled walls but it did nothing to make Landon’s situation any less grim. If anything, the laughter was almost maniacal in that setting, but Laverna simply couldn’t help herself. The defeat that filled the boy’s eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror, as Laverna shaved away thick locks of brown hair from the sides of his head, was priceless.

“Not my hair, please,” he begged, his lips so smudged with red lipstick it was starting to get on his teeth. 

“Don’t you dare cry boy,” Laverna said, running the razor along his scalp until the sides were bare and only a flimsy feminine mohawk remained. “If that makeup runs we gotta start all over again.”

Landon moaned quietly and she shaved the mohawk down to a strip of hair that ran across the center of his head. Laverna cut the razer off and stepped back – letting Landon get a good long look at what she’d done to him. His newly feminized eyes looked dejected and empty.

Laverna went into her bag. She removed several packets of hair weave, each platinum blonde and straight and at least over a foot long. She tore them open while Landon mouthed words soundlessly. The weaves were pearly, almost white. Laverna brought them to his scalp, laying them against the last bit of hair he had left in a short mohawk. The silvery hair fell down his face, close to the cheeks, and seemed to cast any remaining masculine features into shadow.

“Shiiit,” Darius grunted. “Can’t even tell the difference.”

“These new weaves are a miracle,” Laverna said. “See how soft that white boy’s cheeks are? See how soft his jawline is when you can’t see the end of it by his ears? 

“That’s crazy.”

“Sho’ is, Darius. It sho’ is.” When Laverna spoke hood it was facetious, but Darius seemed to appreciate it.

Landon on the other hand, was trying to pull back, away from the weave and Laverna and Darius. Darius didn’t loosen his grip, and Landon got nowhere. 

“Don’t you dare move while I get these on,” Laverna said. “Or I might just crush that little package you got with my motherfucking knee. Got it?”

Before Landon could respond, Laverna slid against him – sort of mounting him to start applying the hair extensions. But to do this, she had placed one knee onto the chair which Landon sat in, sliding that knee forward until it contacted with his shriveled nutsack and tiny pink penis. Landon grunted and Laverna dug the knee in as tight as could – slowly, gradually squishing Landon’s balls. With Darius holding him down by the shoulders, Landon was absolutely trapped.

Her big ebony titties danced and jiggled in front of Landon’s face as she went about the business of applying weave after weave to the last bit of his hair. She pulled the luscious, straight hair down past his face, to his shoulders. Laverna saw Landon’s nose wiggle and wondered if the hair was itchy for him.

On the lasts weave, her knee dug deep into his groin and Landon squealed. She giggled and let him go, stepping back so Landon and Darius could see him.

“Don’t make that face!” Laverna chastised Landon when he first saw himself. “Looking like some white bitch on New Years Eve who got sold some bad cocaine! Smile damnit!”

But Landon couldn’t smile. Perhaps because the contortion of it would make him look even less a man than he already did. The extensions were long enough to drape past his nipples, which only further obscured his gender. From the angle he sat at, and from the angle Laverna observed him in the mirror, it looked like a bust shot of a woman who was trying to hard to get laid. The makeup was whorish, gaudy, and in the case of the lipstick, hastily applied. 

“Closer,” Darius growled. “Let’s get some clothes on the bitch.”

Back in the office, Astrid’s discarded clothing was still quite soaked. Darius marched the naked new Landon to the table they were on and pointed.

“Put them on.”

“Not in front of Astrid, please,” Landon spoke with the outer parts of his face covered with the same platinum weave that ran past his nipples and down his back. “She…she’ll…”

“Fuck somebody else?” Laverna said lazily. “Too late for that I think. Go on and let us see what you look like in her pretty pink clothes.”

Landon shook his head and twisted away from Darius. He was headed for the door when Laverna found his dainty penis between two fingers and pinched it. He shrieked, and began to shuffle his feet quickly in place, at a loss for how to get Laverna to let go.

“You’re gonna put those clothes on, boy,” she snapped, pinching and twisting. “And if you fuck that weave up doing it, I’ll make you watch while spank that your girlfriend’s pretty white ass to purple. You understand me? Don’t think I won’t. Ask Darius if you don’t believe me, that man knows what I’m capable of!”

“I BELIEVE YOU!”

“Good!” Laverna let go and Landon shrank back, grabbing his sore privates. “Now put those nasty, sweaty clothes on!”

Laverna relished the sight of him and all his confusion as he pulled the sweaty sports bra on over his head. The grimace on his face when the wet sweat touched his body but the micro expressions that said it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was to wear a lady’s bra. Laverna watched the struggle as he pulled the cold wet yoga shorts on, the stretchy fabric clinging to his legs, leaving a snails trail in it wake. His chubby boy butt filled out the back nicely, though no where near the epic proportions of his Swedish girlfriend. 

But what was that in the boy’s eyes, she thought? What was that thing in the crotch of his shorts that could just as easily be taken for camels toe or a sloppy pussy, yet was rigid enough to leave an indent? 

This boy is more confused than he knows, she thought. I’m doing him a favor probably.

The sports bra was dreadfully loose on his front, but the pink went well with the pearlescent quality of his new hairdo. Laverna whispered something in Darius’s ear and he left briefly. Landon was dejected, and when he looked at the floor and his new hair fell across his face, and only the bright colors of his makeup shown through. Darius returned, and in his hands were his and Ekon’s sweaty socks from their earlier workout. He and Laverna quickly balled them up.

Landon winced at the sweaty manly smell. And he flinched when Darius grabbed the front of his bra, pulled it open, and began to stuff the stinky sweaty socks inside.

“Not enough,” Laverna said. “The foreign whore has those Swedish mommy milkers. Go check the dirty bin from today’s cycling class. Bring me a handful of sweat bands.”

And so he did. Wrist bands and ankle bands. All of them wet with sweat or drying with it. Laverna packed these into balls and stuffed them into the pink top with little fight from Landon. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, which told Laverna he didn’t like all that nasty sweaty stuff on his chest. But the pin prick in his yoga pants said something else entirely.

The final touches were two pink sweat bands that matched the rest of the outfit, both on his wrists. Laverna wondered if those felt like handcuffs to the boy.

“Stand up straight,” Laverna said. “I need a good look at you. Maybe I’ve found my calling!”

Darius said nothing. He only breathed deeply, slowly. His eyes focused on the new Landon before them. If before he had looked like your typical out of shape 20 something, now he appeared as some new IT girl in the Hollywood Hills more concerned with showing off her fashion at the gym than actually working out. Except the eyes – the eyes didn’t lie on the girl. She was ashamed.

And totally unrecognizable.

“Let’s go get Ekon and see what he wants to do next,” Darius said, placing his hand in an oddly domineering way around the back of Landon’s neck.

“My work here is done, pal,” Laverna said. “I’ve got a romance novel to catch up on and then I’m off work in at 6am. But let’s get those AFTER pictures before you go.”

This was the hardest part, getting the boy into the pictures to stay still long enough for a photo. But Darius got him to do it, and Laverna got what she needed.

Darius was about to march the boy out of the office when he paused and looked back at Laverna.

“Can’t be no Lumpy or Landon bullshit,” Darius said. “You made her. What’s her name?”

Landon looked at Laverna with bashful purple eyes lined by dark black makeup. Laverna sucked her teeth in thought, kicked her feet up on the desk, and put her nose in a romance novel with the title Cumquat and Jizzabelle Strikes Again! on the cover. 

“Call her Lola,” Laverna said absently. “Lan-don. Lo-la. That’s all I got.”

“Works for me,” Darius grunted. Then he yanked the small woman from the office and left Laverna to her book.

EIGHT

Ekon and Astrid were waiting for them on the basketball courts.

A single light illuminated one section of the courts, one basket and a large swath of hardwood decorated with paint lines that showed the post box and the three point line. Everything else around it was black. The strange atmospheric lighting matched the nightmare Landon was living.

Astrid was still naked, and the closer Landon got, the more he saw that her usually calm pale skin was red and rashed. Obvious handprints decorated her thighs, and her swinging breasts were also pink and blushed as if they’d just gotten done with an exercise all their own. Astrid’s left thigh was shaking involuntarily, and Landon could see that her red pubic hair was a mess, matted and slick in places, and her pussy looked out of sorts.

Ekon stood with his arm around her, grinning ear to ear. His dick was exposed, it looked slick. It was long and dangling as if completely satisfied. 

As Landon came into the light, Astrid and Ekon’s faces lit up at what they saw.

“Laverna is a damn miracle worker,” Ekon chuckled.

But Astrid was far more impressed.

“Landon?” Astrid sounded almost spooked. “But I can’t be?”

Darius clapped Landon on the back. “Meet Lola.”

“Lola?” Astrid’s big blues went even wider. “Lo-la?”

Landon couldn’t speak. 

“LOLA?” Astrid shouted it this time, full of hysteria and amusement, the name echoing. “Oh Lumpy – you let them make woman of you! For shame, Lola! Shame!”

She began to laugh then, approaching him on bare feet that made no sound on the hardwood laminate. With her hands clasped over her breasts, Astrid’s smile was beautiful and terrible, she began to laugh and heckle him, slipping in and out of her native tongue and with her accent strong.

“Men, Landon! Why do you stand dere and let dem treat you like dis? You are acting like a little flicka. I sorry, but dis is not what a real man does. You let dem push you around and laugh at you? Where is your fight? You just nod and say nothing while they make you less dan you are. Lola! Lola! Lola! Where did my sweet man go? Maybe he was never man at all, ya? And look at you now Lola, a mes and a fegis! A wimp and coward!”

Landon was a strange sight to see, chastised as he was, staring at his feet, his long platinum hair hanging down. His bra was lumpy but full, his ass doing well enough to fill out the stretchy yoga pants.

“Don’t look so sad, Lola girl,” Ekon chuckled. “You made it to the end of your workout. To the end of your free training, remember? Only one last thing you gotta do.”

He picked up a basketball that waited at his feet, then he twirled it on his finger. It remained spinning as he spoke.

“You’ve heard of HORSE, right? One person shoots, if he makes it, the other person has to make it too. If he misses, he gets a letter. First one to spell HORSE loses…but we’re gonna switch it up. We’re gonna play a different version. A game called SISSY. And the first one to spell that word, well, they gotta pay up. Thing with working out is, you gotta be held accountable. So that’s what me and my boy D is going to do. Hold the loser accountable. Think of it as a test of who learned the most today in your special private personal training session.”

Ekon stopped the spin and handed Astrid the basketball. She was still staring at him in disbelief. She took the basketball and dribbled it twice, both of her milky tits swinging with the action of it. Then, standing just to the side of the hoop, she cocked the ball back and threw it up off the glass. It swished through the net and Ekon caught the ball.

“Your turn, Lo-la,” Ekon smiled and bounced the ball to Landon, who was just with it enough to catch it.

“I don’t want to,” he said barely above a whisper. “I want to go home now.”

“Shoot it,” Ekon said. “Or I’ll make you shoot it.”

Landon walked over to where Astrid stood, and she rolled her eyes and giggled as she stepped aside to let him shoot. His clothes weren’t restrictive, but the weight of humiliation and envy was ceaseless, and Landon’s shot slammed off the backboard and missed the basket completely.

“S.” Ekon said. “And one accountability lesson. Darius?”

Darius stepped from the black rim of light and Landon gasped when he saw that the man was not only nude again, but that his dick was mostly hard in his stroking hand. Landon was paralyzed with confusion and fear when the giant grabbed him and thrust him down onto his knees, right there on the court, surrounded by the other two.

“Open your fucking mouth, Lola,” Darius grunted, slapping Landon in the face with his stiffening cock.

“Wha-wha-what is this!” Landon cried helplessly. Why is Astrid laughing at me? MY GOD SHE’S LAUGHING!

“Accountability,” Ekon laughed. “Now open up pretty girl.”

“Ya,” Astrid added. “Time to sucky the kuk!”

Landon tasted lipstick and man-cock when the fat unruly thing plundered his mouth and slammed into the back of his throat. For a long minute of his life, Landon took a rigid face-fucking, on his knees, while his girlfriend (ex?) and a bully heckled him. When Landon dared to open his eyes, he saw long black dick, and occasionally Darius’s angry face he pummeled him.

“Your mascara is running,” Darius grunted, pinching Landon’s nose shut and cramming as much of himself down the boy’s throat as he could. “Get yourself together, slut.”

Landon came away coughing and gasping, his chin slick with spit, and the taste of pre-cum strong at the back of his throat. When he made eye contact with Astrid again, it was immediately apparent to him that she was looking at him in a different way, and that there was no going back now. This was who he was in her eyes. 

And she clearly thought him a joke.

“Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Ooohhh Lo-la! She likes kuk!”

Astrid took the basketball and sank another shot from the same exact spot, except on the other side of the hoop. Landon was still coughing, catching his breath, when they thrust the basketball into his hand and told him to shoot.

“That’s an ‘I’,” Ekon said when Landon missed the shot badly. “S-I. And some more accountability, of course!”

Stupidly, knowing he was locked inside regardless, Landon made a break for it. Darius was on him in seconds, still throbbing hard from the blowjob. He pulled Landon back into the light, back over where Astrid and Ekon were starting to feel on each other and put Landon down on his back. Darius climbed on top of the struggling boy with the long platinum hair and sat on his chest, pinning him down with his knees. Then, Darius lifted his towering dick and brought his drooping sack dragging across Landon’s face. When Landon opened his mouth to protest, a fat testicle fell into it.

“Suck my big black balls, bitch,” Darius grunted. Landon’s arms strained under the man’s knees and he went nowhere. Darius let go of his cock, it fell and smacked Landon in the face like a tree falling to earth. Landed winced and sucked nuts.

Astrid bent down and lifted Darius’s mighty dick with both hands. She stroked it like an industrial pepper grinder while she smiled down at Landon slurping hairy nuts just inches away.

“You are like a natural, Lola,” she giggled. “Sucky sucky! Yum yum yum!”

Landon whined like a wounded animal when she wrapped her mouth around Darius’s thick prick and started to suck. Darius laughed, putting a hand on the back of Astrid’s head, and the other along Landon’s forehead to pin him down as he fed him.

“Damn girl I’m surprised your jaw ain’t sore!” Ekon laughed from somewhere nearby. “After all that gagging on my dick I thought you’d have lockjaw by now!”

Landon had to watch his girlfriend laugh about that with another man’s dick in her mouth. When she was done taunting him there she went around the back of Darius, finding that rigid truth teller in the spandex shorts, and flicked it.

“Lola looooves kuk!” Astrid declared.

It was still the naked girl’s turn so she at the basket from straight on this time, two feet in front of it, the overthrown shot hitting the backboard and dropping in. Landon was the very definition of defeat, and missed the shot by default.

“Please,” he whimpered as Darius took him to his knees again. “I’m not gay! I’m not a sissy! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

But all his blustering and babbling only met black ass. Disappearing between Darius’s mountain of cheeks, Landon slapped at the mans thighs and did his best, but in the end he simply gave up. The erection wouldn’t go away for him, and it didn’t matter that he was being used like a bidet. His tongue flicked asshole, his lips kissed the pucker. He could tell Darius was beating off while it happened, felt the big black balls occasionally swinging back to hit him in throat.

“Yucky gross, Lola!” Astrid laughed. “Your breath smell bad now I bet!”

“It’s your shot,” Ekon said, giving Astrid’s bare rump a nice squeeze. “S-I-S to zero.”

Landon was still eating black ass when Astrid took her shot. She missed, but it was impossible for Landon to know, so they yanked him from between Darius’s cheeks and made the sissy shoot it from the free throw line.

“Better make this one, Lola!” Astrid giggled naked from the sidelines. “Or else maybe Darius makes you pregnant! A-hahaha!”

Landon stared at the hoop through watery eyes. The back of his throat had a pubic hair stuck to it and he couldn’t quite release it. His mind raced with the consequences of missing another shot and when he shot it he really tried to concentrate. But again, to no avail.

“Don’t fucking move.” Darius’s voice in his ear. 

Then – riiiiip!

Landon knew it was the booty shorts. A hole made right in the center, right where the cool air grazed his bare ass. Darius tore the shorts in two until a large percentage of Landon’s chubby cheeks were revealed. Then, he wrapped his hand around Landon’s fragile throat and choked him, holding the much smaller boy against his body, against his throbbing dick which pushed with urgency against his cheeks.

“Feel that white girl?” Darius growled.

Landon tried to answer but he didn’t have air. As Darius spoke, Landon stared at Astrid, who was watching them with fascination in her chipped glacier ice eyes. 

“You miss one more shot and you gonna be learning a whole new type of cardio.”

Landon stood in Darius’s grasp, feeling that powerful cock throb against his backside, and watching as Astrid brought the basketball back to where she started. Another shot smacked off the backboard and went in.

“Just like I showed you,” Ekon beamed. “Smart girl.”

Astrid beamed.

It was Landon’s turn.

He hesitated with the ball in his hands, sizing up the backboard, shaking head to foot.

“I think you miss on purpose,” Astrid giggled. “You keep missing so Darius make you his girlfriend! Te-hehe!”

Landon blocked it out, or he tried to. In the end, he knew the shot was too soft the moment it left his hands. It barely kissed the glass backboard and fell right back down into his startled hands.

The basketball bounced away into the dark when Darius took him to the floor.

Landon’s silver blonde hair draped to the court. He was on his hands and knees, staring at hardwood. His fingers found no grip because Astrid’s bare feet, small and pale with ten cute toes, stood on his hands – helping lock him into place.

From behind came the hot hard knock of man meat against his rump. 

“Astrid please believe me I’m not gay! I’m not!” Landon was talking faster and faster. “Please forget this ever happened! It was a joke! Just a joke and you never saw me like this…you never saw me…”

Astrid pressed her weight down through her feet and into his hands.

“You tried to hide me, Lumpy,” she said from above. “But all you did was hide yourself. Now, we help find you.”

Darius spat on his puckered asshole and began to press with real force. Landon opened his mouth and began to scream. Ekon stuck a hand down his shirt and retrieved a sweat sock, stuffing it into Landon’s mouth.

Landon drooled and moaned as Darius began to take his virgin, sissy ass.

“Nothing like confused white boy tight,” Darius growled, thrusting deeper into the sissy below, making the boy scream into a sweaty used sock.

When Darius began to pound deep and steady, Landon could no longer deny the pleasure mixed with the pain and his head snapped up with his eyes nearly rolling back behind his purple lids. Darius held him by the shoulders, pumping him with long, punishing strokes.

Somewhere in that haze his eyes adjusted and Landon saw Ekon and Astrid under the basket. Astrid on her back, Ekon between her legs, thrusting in a loving rhythm as he devoured her pale pink nipples. Astrid’s face turned to the side in ecstasy, she saw Landon getting taken in his own right, and she grinned as she moaned.

“Is good, ya Lola?” Astrid sighed. “We both happier this way. Ya?”

She started to say something else but there was only a ringing in Landon’s ears by then, a ringing that wouldn’t go away and only grew in strength as Darius hammered him harder and throbbed from the inside.

From the doorway to the courts, her silhouette illuminated like a phantom, Laverna watched the destruction of the white couple’s relationship. She watched the redhead wrap her legs around Ekon like a spider devouring its kill, and she watched as Ekon’s ass flexed and his balls contracted, filling the small white girl. She screamed and screamed and it echoed off every wall. Laverna watched the new girl, Lola, get fucked down into prone position as she flopped like a fish out of water. Darius pulled out of Landon’s boy-pussy, flipped the boy over, and emptied his fat balls out all over the sissy’s face.

Laverna laughed.

Then, she went back into the main room, through it, to the office. She took two newly printed photos of the printer and slid them into a pair of extra frames that were lying around in the maintenance closet. 

Laverna went out to the welcome desk and stood on a step ladder, hammering two nails, and placing the two new pictures side by side right in the center of the welcome wall. Where no one could miss them.

There was already a crowd waiting to get in at 5am, many of them mumbling complaints about the gym’s 24-hour policy as they filed inside. Out on the basketball courts, Landon/Lola was still getting his. 

And that day, as well as all the years that TITANS remained open, every single person that entered the gym was greeted with the Before & After pictures of Landon Morrison. 

On the left, Landon Morrison.

On the right, Layla Morrison.

Though the boy was never seen at TITANS again after that day, everyone in town knew his story. Thanks to Laverna and the others. 

And when the time finally came for Landon to scramble and run from the courts and the gym and his tormentors, Laverna could only laugh at the sight of the naked Swede running after him.

She was shouting.

“Hej! Lola! Give me back my BRA!”

THE END