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A Visit From Jasper, the ghost bully
🕑 Added 2023-04-13 19:20:37 +0000 UTC You sigh to yourself as you sit in the changing room, wiping off sweat with a towel. You’ve just gone through a tough workout, and you feel exhausted. You haven’t been going to the gym long. Your arms still look like twigs and the only decent amount of muscle on your entire body is on your butt, but you’re confident that eventually you’ll start seeing progress.
The gym itself is fairly quiet, as Tuesday’s tend to be, but you’re not complaining. You like being by yourself, and you prefer changing by yourself, as you are now.
Standing up, you head over to your locker and open it, pulling out a fresh set of clothes, dumping them on the bench next to you. You wrap the towel around your waist and drop your shorts and underwear, quickly gathering them up and shoving them into the bag, a brief flash of white being seen but soon hidden.
Tighty whities. Embarrassing at any age, but more so as a grown adult, trying to fit in with tough gym bros. Luckily, you’ve managed to hide your secret decently enough avoiding any teasing that may come your way.
Reaching over to the fresh clothes you grab a new pair of briefs and shudder suddenly, feeling a cold chill run up the back of your spine. You look around, but don’t see anyone near you. Shrugging, you pass it off as a sudden blast of air conditioning, and bend over, slipping the briefs up under your towel.
You get the briefs to your knees when your towel slips off. Well, slips is incorrect. It practically flies off you, landing on the other side of the changing room. You gasp and feel your face heat up as you quickly pull the tighty whities up over your privates, looking at the entrance to the changing room nervously. It’d be one thing for your briefs to be seen, another for someone to walk in to get a facefull of your privates.
You hurry over to the towel, grabbing it and wrapping it back around your waist to cover up your underwear, embarrassed and confused as to how the towel ended up so far away.
You hear a loud SLAM! And jump a foot in the air in shock, spinning around to see the rest of your clothes now gone, and your locker slammed shut. You’re thoroughly creeped out now and walk back over to your locker to open it, before suddenly feeling yourself go faint. A chill runs up through your body again as you black out, swearing you hear a quiet voice whisper to you;
“Oh I’m gonna have fun with you~”
…..
“HEY! What do you think you doing???”
A voice suddenly wakes you up from your blackout, your vision returning as you see the Gym Owner standing in front of you.
“What are you playing at, huh??” He asks angrily, pointing a finger at you.
Confused, you stammer and look down at yourself, letting out a squeal of shock. Your towel was once again missing, and your hand was squeezing tightly around your hardness, dripping precum onto the floor. As you realise your predicament, the sudden throbbing of your crotch hits you, and you moan involuntarily. Despite the need to cum, you quickly stand up and let go of your cock, stammering out apologies as you pull your tighty whities back up over your erection. You feel your entire face blushing a deep red as the Gym Owner stands in front of you, glaring. His arms folded, the ripped muscles bulging out under his t-shirt. Intense at the best of times, terrifying when you’re in just your underwear.
“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, but this can’t stand.” He scolds, his eyes dropping down to your bulging briefs, now wet with precum, “If I ever catch you doing this again, I’m calling the co-uhnn…”
You watch in shock as his eyes glaze over in the middle of his scolding, seemingly dropping out of consciousness for a moment before returning.
Only, it wasn’t him. The confident stature and angry glare of the Owner replaced with a slouching swagger and a cocky grin of.. someone else.
“Hey there sexy~”
The Owner speaks, his voice now smoother and deeper than before. As you look him up and down, you could swear you see a faint green glow surrounding him.
“Sorry I didn’t let ya finish, this guy came in before I could~. Trust me it frustrated me as much as it did you.” He explains, lifting his hand and casually stroking your cheek, making you squirm in embarrassment, “But this gives me a chance to finish the job in a much more fun way, don’t ’cha think?”
His hand slips down and grasps your left nipple, squeezing and twisting it firmly, making you gasp in his grip. A smirk filled his face as he reaches down and teases your erection with one finger, dancing across the wet tip through your dripping briefs.
“See, I don’t really get the chance to enjoy myself much anymore.” He continues, “So I’m gonna take out a few years of frustration on ya, okay?”
With that, he grips the front of your briefs and hoists up, making you yelp. The hand on your nipples never stops teasing and flicking them into firmness, catching you in an exquisitely agonising mix of pain and pleasure as your crotch is crushed and your nipples played with.
“Such a cutie, I was lucky to find you all alone whilst watching all the guys change.”
You struggle to find your own voice as he tugs the briefs up to your nipples, where his other hand was ready to greet it, taking it with both hands and giving another firm yank. Seams pop and fabric stretches, but it doesn’t rip. The smirk never leaves his face. The years of muscle training makes it ridiculously easy for the Owner, or whoever was controlling him, to pull the briefs up to your mouth.
“Open.”
It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command. One you were unable to disobey. Opening obediently, you feel the waistband placed into your mouth.
“Close.”
Again, you close your mouth, your teeth biting into the waistband tightly and holding your brutal melvin in place. The Owner pats you on the cheek.
“Good boy. Now turn around.”
His hands placed firmly on your shoulders, you turn around and feel yourself pushed forward onto the bench, groaning quietly as the briefs scrape against the tip of your erection, letting out another dribble of precum into the waiting cotton.
“Now, hold the briefs in place, or else I’ll have to punish you~”
You let out a small whimper as you felt a large firm hand against your briefed behind, casually rubbing and squeezing at your large buns. The hand left for just a moment, before coming down hard with a firm slap.
You jolt a bit and dig your teeth into your briefs, supressing a yelp. It doesn’t hurt much, just a warm, sensual sting to add to your horniness.
“Fuck, you have a nice ass. I could imagine fucking you in the toilet stall in some nightclub, just bending you over and taking you raw. That’s what I used to do to cute guys like you.”
As he speaks, he casually continues slapping your backside, lazily letting his hand fall upon each cheek and bringing a new wave of pain each time, your breathing picking up pace as the heat spread around, unable to do anything except grip the bench you’re bent over, trying not to release the wedgie you were in.
“Shame I can’t do that anymore. Used to enjoy dorks like you. Nothing felt better than watching a nerd begging me to let them finish as I played with them. Can’t do that anymore without help. Luckily for me, this guy just waltzed right in!”
Casually, he reaches around and grips your erection around your briefs, picking up the pace of the spanking. You let out small gasps each time the palm lands, your tighty whities providing little protection now as the stinging becomes a constant throb, reaching all the way down to your erection. Unable to control yourself you begin pushing against the closed hand, moaning into your own underwear as you feel your climax building.
“Awww, so eager huh? Well you’ve been pretty cool about this, so I guess I’ll let ya finish. Let me help~”
SMACK!
His hand suddenly comes down with a blistering force onto your left asscheek, sending stars into your eyes as the warm sting became a harsh agonising burn.
“Three!”
You began panting heavily and thrusting faster into his hand, desperate to climax. The hand came back and struck down again, this time onto the right cheek.
SMACK!
“Two!”
Your gasps became moans as you felt your orgasm approaching, your crotch now soaked with precum as his dextrous hands danced across your thrusting length, waiting the final slap that would tip you over the edge.
SMACK!
“ONE!”
With one final crack across both of your buttcheeks, you open your mouth and let out one loud bellowing groan of pleasure, emptying your balls into the front of your briefs, his hand continuing to stroke over your sensitive tip until you’re completely drained, left panting and shuddering as he finally releases your cock, wiping the spunk onto your back. You feel a hand gently rub your sore, abused cheeks and you look back at the Owner, his smirk growing as your eyes meet.
“Such a good boy, aren’t ya?”
You wince as his hand squeezes your cheeks firmly, letting out a whimper.
“However, not good enough. I thought I told you to not let go.”
Your eyes widen and you realize your melvin had released, the fabric now loose around your crotch. You must have let go during climax. You begin whining as he grips the back of your underwear firmly.
“Lets start your punishment, shall we?”
………
Breathing a sigh, he wipes sweat off of his brow using your towel, chuckling to himself.
“Hah, that was some workout, eh? Been a while since I’ve enjoyed myself this much!”
You let out a muffled moan in response, your voice silenced by your musky, sweaty gym briefs shoved firmly into your mouth. Your hands are tied together in front of you by your shoelaces, unable to pick the brutal wedgie splitting your buttcheeks apart, your crotch still soaked through with cum. Your feet kick and push against the locker you’re hanging off of, unable to get any relief, just swing from side to side and bounce up and down.
“Fuck, just looking at you struggling like that makes me horny.” He licks his lips, “You look so pathetic, its insanely hot.”
You just let out another muffled moan, pawing at the air towards him.
“As much as I’d like to play with you some more, my time’s running out. I can only control a body for so long, sadly. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this guy’s far away from the gym before he comes to, and he won’t remember any of this anyways.”
With that declaration, he begins walking out of the gym changing room, leaving you breathing in your own scent and tasting cotton in more ways than one. As he reaches the door, he stops and turns around, poking his tongue out playfully at you.
“Oh by the way, name’s Jasper. I’ll see you next week for some more fun, cutie~”
With that, Jasper exited the changing room, closing the door behind you. You kick about in your hanging wedgie and hear a small ripping noise from the tighty whities. Eventually, you’ll manage to get down.
And potentially, next week you’ll have to go through it all over again.
Your boner pressing hard against your tighty whities tells you exactly how you feel about that.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside the Gym, Jasper released control of the Gym Owner once he was safely in his car, floating up and looking down at the Gym. Knowing that there was a nerd in there, thoroughly flossed and punished by his hand made him shiver in delight. He looked up and saw the sun slowly setting, and began floating through the city to a nearby Nightclub, one of his regular haunts. Almost certainly there’d be a hot piece of ass to possess and have some fun with tonight.
He listened to the thud of bass booming out of the Nightclub doors, and smirked to himself as his green wispy body floated past the bouncers.
Maybe being a ghost wasn’t so bad after all.
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