The gym air was thick with the scent of sweat and iron, the clanking of weights a steady rhythm beneath the low hum of music. He stood near the dumbbell rack, just finishing a great pump, veins snaking across his biceps like live wires. Every flex sent a ripple through his tanned, sweat-slicked skin, but it wasnât just the workout that had him throbbing with heat.
When he first got to the gym, he went to the locker room to get changed, putting his shirt and shorts into his locker and came out in just a thong. The atmosphere was tense, everyone's attention caught in the audacity that was this hunky himbo. He simply sneers, basking in the stares of indignance, admiration, and lustful hunger.
That tight purple thong barely contained him, the fabric stretched across his sculpted glutes, riding high and wrapped around his waist, snug against his crotch. His bulgeâsmall, barely noticeable under the straining fabricâtwitched with every subtle stroke of his fingers. He played with himself absently, a casual, almost defiant display, knowing full well the eyes on him.
A few lifters had already stolen glances, their stares flickering between admiration and something darker, something curious. He smirked, shifting his stance, exaggerating the outline of his modest package. The attention sent a jolt through him, a perverse thrill as he continued his slow, teasing movements. He wondered if there was anyone brave enough to confront him about his public self indulgence.
His thoughts were answered in the form of a slender twink that approached with the same level of cockiness as the bared bodybuilder. At first there was a little bit of a curiosity as to what this little man was going to do as he got up close to the muscular hunk.
The bodybuilder's breath hitched, his muscles tensing as the smaller guyâs hand seized his barely-there bulge. A sharp, possessive squeeze sent a jolt through himânot just of shock, but something deeper, something thrilling. He towered over the slender man, but at this moment, size meant nothing. The sneer on the smaller guyâs lips made it clearâhe was in control.
The gymâs noise faded, drowned out by the pounding of the bodybuilderâs heart. His cock, barely noticeable beneath the taut fabric of his thong, twitched under the firm grip. No one had ever grabbed him like this, claimed him so boldly in front of everyone. A bead of sweat slid down his temple, his massive chest rising and falling as he struggled to process the mix of humiliation and arousal twisting inside him.
The smaller guy leaned in, his voice a low, commanding whisper. âTonight. My place. Youâll be there.â It wasnât a request. It was an order. He pulls the purple thong, stuffs a note with his address against his tiny genitals, then snaps the purple thong back into his crotch, the bodybuilder's muscles twitch in pain and surprise.
Then, just as casually as he had claimed him, the slender man runs his fingers over the trembling fabric in a slow, taunting motion before stepping back. His eyes lingered for a moment on the bodybuilderâs barely-contained flesh, then flicked up to meet his gazeâchallenging, daring him to refuse.
The bodybuilder swallowed hard, his thick fingers flexing at his sides. Every instinct told him to dominate, to take chargeâbut something in the way this smaller man carried himself made it impossible to resist.
He nodded. âIâll be there.â
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