Chapter 280: Chapter 280: The Gym Suite
"Welcome to the real world," said Alexander with a thoroug smirk cutting across his face as he looked down at his two companions.
Ben and Leo stood frozen in place, their jaws scraping the floor matting. They were still just a couple of timid, sheltered virgins from the academy unequipped for the sheer intensity before them. Ben’s eyes were darting from a row of bouncing rears to a girl getting her throat stretched against a vertical rack, his face burning a bright crimson.
Stephen walked up behind them, wiping his hands on a fresh towel as his rugged eyes appraised the two newcomers.
"Alright, enough staring," said Stephen, his voice a gravelly bark that made both boys jump. "If you’re here, you’re working. Let’s start with the big guy. Ben, right? Follow me. We’re going to see if that python you’re packing actually knows how to strike, or if it’s just dead weight."
Ben gulped hard, turning back to look at Alexander for help, but Alexander simply waved him off with a cruel, mocking chuckle.
"Go on," said Alexander. "Do exactly what he says."
As Stephen led the trembling but packed younger guy toward the deep-squat conditioning racks where a group of athletic trainers were waiting, Alexander turned on his heel and headed toward the back corridor of the facility.
His own body was still recovering from the last training potion overload, his muscles were stiff, and pushing his physical limits right now would only tear his recovery apart. He needed a different kind of preparation.
He walked up to the downstairs door at the end of the hallway.
Beep.
Alexander stepped inside the pod, the biometric sensors scanning his frame as the carbon-fiber canopy smoothly slid closed over his head, plunging him into absolute darkness before the blinding, tactical interface.
Back at the training racks, Ben was shaking in his sneakers. The musk-filled air of the gym felt thick in his throat as Stephen pushed him toward a padded leather bench.
"Pants down, kid. On your back," Stephen commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Ben looked at Leo, who was standing a few feet back, his glasses foggy from the humidity and nerves. Leo could only give him a weak, terrified nod. Until the end brother! the look said. Ben swallowed hard, undid his belt, and slid his trousers down, lying back on the cold leather. The moment his throbbing length sprang free, a murmur went through the section of the gym.
Two gorgeous fit fitness models—both of them stunning black women with round asses and tight sports bras—stepped forward. Their eyes locked onto Ben’s exposed arsenal, and their jaws dropped.
"Oh my god," one of them whispered, a wicked, ravenous smile spreading across her face as she rubbed her hands together. "Stephen, where did you find this one?"
"He’s a virgin," Stephen said bluntly, checking his clipboard. "Total amateur. Teach him how to handle his weight before he hurts himself."
Hearing the word virgin, both women let out synchronized gasps. Their excitement doubled. The taller one, whose glutes looked like they were sculpted out of solid marble straddled the bench, placing her smooth thighs right over Ben’s waist.
"A juicy virgin?" she purred, her fingers tracing the thick veins of his shaft, making Ben’s hips twitch. "Oh, we are going to break you in, honey."
She didn’t waste another second. Lowering her dark ass down, she aligned her soaking wet crevice with his tip and dropped all the way down, burying his length to the hilt in one deep, crushing motion.
*Squelch!*
"Ah! Oh my god!" Ben shrieked, his hands flying up to grip the sides of the bench as his eyes rolled back from the suffocating heat of her internal walls.
"Don’t you dare cum yet, boy!" the second woman barked leaning over his face and shoving her heavy breasts right into his mouth, forcing him to suckle while her partner began a fast-paced squatting routine right on his lap. The wet slapping sounds of her ass slamming against his thighs filled the air, driving Ben into a state of sensory overload.
Leo watched from the sidelines, his throat dry as he watched his friend get devoured by two powerhouses. A heavy hand clapped down on Leo’s shoulder.
"You’re up, skinny," Stephen muttered, dragging Leo toward the next station.
Leo, small, thin, and adjusting his glasses with trembling fingers, felt like a lamb going to the slaughter. He quickly stripped from the waist down, revealing his own surprisingly long, sharp weapon.
Two more black woman trainers walked over, their eyes widening as they took in the contrast between Leo’s slender frame and his powerful asset.
"Another virgin?" the shorter one giggled, her tight ass jiggling as she shifted her weight. "Today must be our lucky day. Lean against the rail, glasses. You’re about to learn what real friction feels like."
Before Leo could even blink, he was pushed against the padded iron railing. One of the women grabbed his shaft, coating it in a thick layer of lubricant, while the other backed her massive rear right up against him, lifting one leg to slide his length inside her tight, scorching hot channel from behind. Leo let out a high-pitched, breathless moan as the two women began to double-team him, one taking his length in a relentless rhythm while the other turned around to bury his face inside her cleavage, leaving the two academy boys trapped in a paradise of raw pleasure.
Stephen stepped between the two stations, his rugged voice cutting through the heavy haze of lust and panting.
"Alright, that’s enough of the warm-up," Stephen barked, clapping his hands sharply. "It’s not all pleasure in here, boys. Time to real work."
He reached into his vest and pulled out two small glass vials containing a soft blue liquid. He stepped up, popping the seals, and forced Ben and Leo to swallow the contents down.
"Since you’re both virgins, we’re starting you out on a mild dose," Stephen muttered, turning his gaze toward the four athletic trainers who were currently riding and devouring the boys. "Don’t break them just yet, girls. Make them sweat for it."
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