Chapter 15 - At the Gym (2)
It was only during such a late lunchtime that I could finally head to the gym. Normally, I'd have to drag myself there all alone, feeling lonely and pathetic. But today was different.
"Ugh...."
With a cute, fuckable sex slave like this tagging along! Without a second thought, I dropped my arm low and groped his ass, kneading it squish-squish. Sure enough, that soft yet firm texture came right through to my palm.
Maybe because of that, way more eyes were on us than usual. Most were shocked stares at the tiny guy getting molested, but a few bitches were eyeing him enviously.
Jealous, huh? Heh heh, not sharing.
I gripped his ass harder—squeeze—pinching like I was gonna rip it off. Ivan let out a cute "Ow ow ow!" mixed with a loud pained moan.
Like I was scolding him, I kept squeezing his cheeks grab-grab and whispered in his ear.
"You're the reason my workout's so damn late. What're you gonna do about it?"
"Huh? But this is all because of you this morning...."
He shot back quick when I shamelessly pinned the blame on him. Wait, but thinking about it, wasn't it partly his fault too? Walking around with that slutty body and delicious cum—what's a girl supposed to do? Plus, because of you, I've been taking creampies non-stop, and now my lower belly feels heavy. If that messes up my workout and causes problems, that's on you. Doesn't that make this little shit more at fault than me?
"Hey, you cock slave brat—where do you get off talking back to your owner? Wanna get dragged into that alley and milked dry like this morning?"
"N-no! Sorry... for making us late...."
"Then behave. Don't pull away when I grope your ass. It's not like I'm touching your dick—why run?"
"S-sorry...."
Good, now he gets it. I'm such a saint—I'll let him off with an hour of mating press later.
"Ah, we're here. See? Told you it'd be quick on foot."
"That took an hour...."
"Hey, your ass got all plump and jiggly 'cause you don't walk enough. Walking's the simplest exercise humans can do, and you're whining about that?"
Ivan had a slender build—no fat anywhere else—but his ass and cheeks were deliciously chubby. If that's a charm point, fine by me.
Won't make him lose it, though. Nah, gonna fatten that ass up more. Make him do hip-up workouts too. Heh heh heh.
Why slim down ass meat that molds perfectly to your hand and won't let go? Better to build it up with training.
"Take this elevator. Left one's for the basement."
"This one? Got it...."
We boarded the elevator to the gym. To keep him from bolting, I shoved Ivan to the back first, then stepped in after. Sealed space with a pretty boy I could fuck whenever—this real life? If it's a dream, never wake me. Wanna stay drunk on this forever.
Lost in those thoughts, ding—the doors opened.
I pushed Ivan ahead into the gym.
"Whew, feels like ages. Two days, maybe?"
"I-it's indoors now... stop groping my ass. People are staring...."
"Dumbass, it's an unmanned gym, and it'll just be us. Keep pulling away, and I'll lay you out right here and fuck you."
"Ugh...."
Why'd I pick this old-school gym over 23rd-century AMBE machines? Simple: quiet solitude. And real workouts mean sweating it out. What's the point of hospital machines pumping up your stamina and muscles? Side note—this killer body? All homemade. Face, tits, even this silky hair—all natural, maintained at a fancy salon with premium shampoo.
Never expected the perfect statue-like body I poured money and time into would be used just for this little twerp....
Still, no stud in the world could match his male appeal—not even if you rounded up everyone on the planet. Like S-pole to N-pole, perfect female draws the perfect male. Natural as fire being hot.
"U-um, I've never worked out before...."
"Sis'll teach you. Lie on the floor and stick your dick out."
"N-no, I'll figure it out myself."
Taking my joke seriously? Stomach narrower than my pussy. Could just fuck him raw, but saving it for later ain't bad.
"Start with stretching to loosen up. And change into this."
"O-okay."
I tossed him clothes from the shopping bag and began slow stretches. Already in training leggings, no need to change.
Stretching legs, arms, shoulders—then Ivan returned in the outfit. Beyond my wildest dreams.
"Th-this is too short. Can't I wear something else...?"
"Perfect length for working out. C'mere."
My desire-packed outfit on our cutie: pants so skimpy they might as well be panties, loose tank like summer wear. Nipples'll peek during reps.... Imagining sweat-soaked, lewd Ivan gets my pussy dripping again.
"Stretch here, in front of me."
"Y-yeah...."
"Me too."
As he bent for stretches, I yanked off my pants. Ripped off my soaked panties.
"Whoa! H-hey! What the hell are you doing...?"
"Don't mind me. Keep stretching."
Fingering my pussy while watching him stretch. My prime womb had sucked up all the cum—empty inside, perfect for smooth masturbation.
"Ugh, why do this while staring at me...."
"Don't be so hot then. Won't bother you—keep going."
"O-okay."
Haah, how's he that fuckable? Wanna pin him down and suck cum till his belly bulges.... But! Here for workout, so limit creampies to three. Nah, four. ...Five. Yeah, rape that dick five times—healthy and light. Perfect.
Wet my pussy first, then pounce and fuck like dogs? Gotta whet the appetite before a feast.
"Ugh...."
Ivan kept stretching per my words. Arms and legs with grunts, then shoulders, neck, waist—meticulously. Postures too perfect for a normie.... Where'd he learn?
"You worked out before?"
"Boxing for like six months...."
"Boxing?"
Come to think—his footwork was solid in that fight. Wondered where he learned; boxing, huh? Surprising. Thought he was some idiot villain who just awakened powers. Actually trained properly before coming at me?
Doesn't matter. He's my full sex slave now. Staring only at me, squirting dick juice just for me forever. Cute. Heh heh, gets me wet just thinking.
I plunged fingers deep—squelch, squelch—wet flesh grinding sounds echoing.
Ivan started flustered watching me jerk off to him as a side dish, but soon ignored it, focusing on stretches.
"Hoo, hoo...."
Ahh, wanna rub my pussy on those smooth white thighs.... Suck those slim arms till he begs no more....
Hmm, hmm.
Hold back. Patience—not a kid. Used to pride myself on self-control. Smack smack—stopped masturbating, licked lips to curb the urge.
By then, Ivan finished his thorough stretches.
"What's next?"
"Mmm, done already? Hit the treadmill over there, then bench press."
"B-bench already? But it's my first time...."
"Hey, pro's right here—what's the issue? If you fail, sis'll spot you."
"O-okay...."
By my standards, newbies need bench to grow muscle fast. I started with heavy bench too.
Though this time's different.
Not building his muscles—no way that soft flesh turns hard. Plan: as he lies for bench, shove dick under my ass and milk him dead. Heh heh, drain him six times today. Skipped protein shakes for this—his cum's packed with protein.
Haa, look at that tender ass, you little shit—isn't that a crime?
Watching him waddle on the treadmill, my pussy gushed, puddling at my feet. Lower belly tingling at the thought of seven fresh, tasty loads plop-plop in my womb.
"This how I run...?"
"Walking don't need form bu—wait, that's off. Hurt your back like that. Tuck your ass back a bit."
"My ass...?"
He tilted his head, questioning. Tsk, won't fall for it. Thought he'd be dumb enough.
"Nah, just keep running."
"O-okay."
I licked my lips, waiting for the clueless brat to let his guard down.