My gym crush said after our workout, he'd show me the secret to getting gains like his. The exercises he was putting me through helped, but apparently it was all in diet, and it'd honestly be easier to show me instead of telling me about it. So once we were both done, we went to the locker room, and he told me we were skipping the shower because he had limited free time.
His car was nice and clean. He sat in there, sweat slipping down over his biceps and the curves of his hairy chest. "Protein shakes," he said as he drank one. Obviously I already knew about that.
His musky, sweaty scent was filling the car. Fuck. I almost always go to the gym wearing a chastity cage 'cuz I know we'll be around each other and his scent always drives me wild. Stuck in an enclosed space with him, it was even more intense. My cock was straining against the cage. My hole pulsed. My face was warm.
He glanced over at me. "Liking the show?"
"Huh?"
"You're all red." He grinned. "Maybe you're tired. I need to finish this before we go, so rest a little." He patted his lap. "Got a pillow for you."
It was a bit uncomfortable lying across the console, but it wasn't the worst. His shorts were sweaty. They moistened my cheek. The warmth of his body pulsed into me. Musk spilled off his bulge. Drool slipped past my lips.
He lifted his other arm and flexed. "Dinner and a show," he said.
And I whimpered.
And he smirked.
He put down the shake. "Hey, cutie."
"Hiiiii."
"You know the secret to getting this buff?" He grabbed my head and moved it closer to his stomach, rubbing my face all over his bulge. When he pulled me back, he was smirking. "I make sure to eat plenty of pie."
I laughed.
"I'm serious. Cutie pies just like you make the best meals."
His stomach growled.
"You want... to eat me?"
He licked his lips and nodded. "Who knows? Maybe you're the one who'll reform. I've always wanted a pet husband I can digest whenever I want. If not, isn't it a nice place to go?"
His stomach growled, and for some reason, I nodded.
"Good boy." He shoved his shorts down. "I like my pies cream filled. Once you swallow, I swallow. Got it?" But he didn't need to say anything else, because I was already busy lapping away at his sack. He sighed. A hand landed on the back of my head. "I'm gonna love churning you. Hope I get to do it a bunch. If not... well, I'll say a prayer when I flush you."
