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The Straight Boys Took Me On Vacation, Chapter 15: Gym and Juice
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 04:05:48 +0000 UTCChapter 15: Gym and Juice
All acts in this chapter are consensual
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
The dining room smelled like fresh coffee and bacon the moment we stepped in. Morning light came through the wide windows and hit the long table where the staff had already laid everything out. Platters of scrambled eggs steamed beside bowls of pineapple and papaya. There were piles of toast, pitchers of juice, and a carafe of coffee so dark it almost looked black. After days of late nights and being used until I was limp, the sight of it made my stomach growl loud enough for Grant to glance back at me with a grin.
“Finally, something normal,” he said, sliding into a chair.
I started to sit beside him, but Tyler stopped short at the head of the table. He didn’t even look at the food. His grin told me he had something else in mind, and the way the others glanced at each other made it clear I was the only one out of the loop. Even Bryson, who usually tried to push back on the wilder stuff, was already smirking like he’d agreed to this ahead of time.
“Hold up,” Tyler said. He looked right at me, still standing tall with his hands resting on the back of his chair. “Before we eat, Tommy needs to get rinsed out.”
The words made my stomach tighten. “Rinsed?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Kneel and open your mouth. We’re gonna spit in it. All of us. You swish it around, swallow, and then we dig in. Easy.”
I blinked at him. “That’s disgusting.”
Tyler’s grin widened. “Exactly. Now open up.”
Connor leaned back in his chair, already settling in like he was about to be entertained. “You said you were ours this week. Sounds like you’re learning what that means.”
Aiden was watching me carefully, his mouth twitching with a half-smile. Grant stayed quiet, just waiting. Bryson gave me a little shrug, like he couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this either but wasn’t about to ruin the joke.
My chest felt tight. “I guess so, but—
“But nothing,” Tyler cut in. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “And don’t act like you don’t get hard every time we come up with something new.”
I swallowed. He wasn’t wrong. “Okay,” I said softly. “Let’s do it.”
I knelt.
“Good boy,” Connor murmured.
Tyler came first. He tilted my chin with two fingers, leaned in, and spit directly onto my tongue. It landed hot and gooey. I wanted to gag but held still.
Aiden was right behind him. His hit heavier, spreading through the first load.
Grant followed, steadying my shoulder as he added his.
Connor bent close, his eyes locked on mine as his spit dropped in.
Bryson came last, shaking his head. “Guess I’m really doing this,” he muttered before letting his fall into the mess already filling my mouth.
By then my cheeks were puffed, my tongue thick with the taste of all of them.
“Swirl it around,” Tyler said. “For good measure,” he added.
I swirled it, stomach rolling, then looked up at Tyler.
“Swallow,” he said.
I tipped my head back and forced it down. It slid thick down my throat, the taste still clinging after. My face burned, shame prickling through me.
And of course, my cock was already hard in its cage.
Connor noticed first. Aiden laughed loud enough for the whole room. “Unbelievable. He’s hard from it.”
I had nothing to say.
Aiden smirked. “Think he needs another round before we eat.”
I stayed kneeling by the table after swallowing, the taste still clinging no matter how much I tried to will it away. My face was hot, and the cage between my legs throbbed, metal biting against the skin as my cock strained for space it didn’t have. A drop of precum slicked out the tip of the slit, betraying me even further.
Aiden leaned back, smirking. “Look at him. Didn’t even flinch. You can’t tell me he doesn’t want another round.”
Connor rested his elbows on the table, eyes never leaving me. “Tommy, should we make sure you’re really clean this time?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came. The bulge of the cage said more than I could have managed. Tyler’s grin sharpened. “Yeah, he wants it. He’s leaking already.”
Before I could protest, Tyler stood. “Round two.”
He tilted my chin again and spat into my mouth. I caught it on my tongue, cheeks warming instantly. Aiden followed, laughing under his breath as his spit hit the same spot.
Grant leaned down next, one hand steady on my shoulder while his spit joined the rest.
Connor came after, locking eyes with me the whole time.
Bryson finished it off without hesitation, smirking like he’d finally made peace with being part of the joke. His spit landed in the pool, my mouth filling almost to the top.
My cheeks bulged. I swirled it just like Tyler had told me to. My throat jumped against the gag reflex, but I forced it down, tilting my head back. It slid thick and warm, leaving me flushed and panting when it was gone.
Connor clapped once. “Good boy.”
Aiden laughed outright. “He’s dripping. Christ, he actually leaked from it.”
I looked down. Sure enough, a thin thread of precum had run from the tip of the cage, catching the light before dripping onto the floor. My thighs pressed tight, mortified.
The boys roared with laughter.
“Alright,” Aiden said, reaching finally for the bacon platter, “now we can eat.”
They dug in like nothing had happened. I ate too, nibbling at fruit and eggs, but mostly quiet, still pulsing in the cage.
By the time plates were cleared, Connor pushed back from the table. “Gym time.”
I gave a weak smile. “You know I’m useless in there.”
“Then you’ll fetch water,” Connor said simply. “Towels too. Since you’re already just sitting around, might as well make yourself useful.”
Grant brushed past me and tapped my back. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it.”
The casual certainty in his voice made my stomach twist. The cage bit down harder with every step as I followed them out.
The gym smelled faintly of rubber mats and metal, the hum of air-conditioning keeping the room cool even though it was clear none of that would matter once the boys started moving. They spread out quickly, each of them settling into a rhythm like they’d done this together a hundred times. Connor loaded plates onto a barbell. Aiden adjusted the bench. Grant stretched by the mirrors, long arms overhead. Tyler and Bryson headed for the dumbbells.
I lingered by the door, feeling ridiculous. Naked except for the cage, with nothing to do while they looked carved out of marble, all muscle and focus.
Connor noticed me standing idle. “You just gonna watch?”
“I mean… yeah?”
Tyler snorted, wiping his hands on his shorts. “Nah. You’re our towel boy now. Grab him one.” He jerked his head toward Aiden, who had already started pressing the bar overhead.
The words sent a shiver through me. I moved quickly, finding a clean towel and rushing it to Aiden’s side. He caught it without even looking, tossed it over his shoulder, and went back to lifting like it was the most natural thing in the world to have me serving him.
“Good start,” Connor said, loading another plate onto his bar. “Water next.”
I fetched bottles from the cooler, handing them off one by one. They didn’t thank me, just took what they needed, sweat already starting to roll down their temples. Each time I bent to pick something up or hurried across the mats, the cage tugged against me, reminding me I was on display.
By the time Tyler called for another towel, I was leaking freely. The drip tickled as it slid down my inner thigh. I wiped it quickly, but Aiden caught me.
“You’re dripping all over the floor,” he said, smirking between reps. “What’s got you so worked up, huh? Just watching us?”
I felt my face burn. “I—”
“Don’t even pretend,” Connor cut in. He racked the bar with a loud clang and sat up, sweat darkening the front of his shirt. His eyes flicked to my crotch. “That cage is about to split.”
They all started laughing.
“Poor Tommy,” Tyler said. “He’s not even lifting and he’s still straining harder than any of us.”
Bryson shook his head, curling his dumbbells slow and steady. “Unreal. He gets off on fetching towels.”
My chest tightened. They weren’t wrong. Every order, every glance at my body while I scrambled to please them, just wound me tighter.
Grant was at the mirror, flexing his shoulders, sweat rolling down his back. He caught my eye in the reflection and smiled, almost kind. “He’s enjoying it.”
“Of course he is,” Aiden said, finishing his set. He wiped his forehead with the towel I’d given him, then tossed it onto the floor at my knees. “Pick that up, water boy.”
I dropped instantly, grabbing it, the cage tugging hard against me as my thighs spread. Another leak slicked out, wetting the mat beneath me.
“Jesus,” Connor said. “He’s dripping again.”
I pressed the towel to the damp spot, mortified.
Aiden laughed, wiping his chest with the back of his arm. “Don’t clean it up. Leave it there. Mark the floor so we know where he knelt.”
The humiliation only made me harder in the cage, every pulse painful, every drop a betrayal.
They kept lifting, sweat building on their bodies. I moved constantly, ferrying towels, bottles, wiping down benches when Connor or Bryson finished with them. None of them gave me more than casual acknowledgment, but every once in a while one of them would smirk, eyes darting to the cage. It was enough to keep my skin buzzing, like I was being wound tighter and tighter.
“Hey Tommy,” Tyler called after finishing a set of curls. “Since you’re just standing there, grab another towel and wipe me down.”
He stood tall, arms flexing, sweat dripping from his neck to his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed the towel over his skin, dabbing at the salty sheen. The smell of him hit me, raw and powerful. My cage jerked so hard it dinged audibly.
The sound made Connor laugh. “He’s so far gone he can’t hide it anymore.”
I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes. I wanted to crawl into the floor, but at the same time I wanted them to keep staring, keep laughing, keep seeing me exactly as I was.
Aiden wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, then looked down at me. “You know,” he said, voice casual but carrying across the room, “if he’s this worked up over serving, I bet he’d get off licking sweat right off us.”
The weights clanked where Connor was racking his bar, but nobody laughed this time. They all just looked at me.
My throat tightened. “I’ve never… tried that before.”
“That’s not a no,” Aiden said, his grin spreading.
The silence stretched, the sound of plates shifting and dumbbells hitting mats filling the space. I felt all their eyes, waiting. My chest ached with the pressure of it.
I let my knees slide wider on the mat, head bowing. Then I dropped forward, almost collapsing, until I was kneeling at Aiden’s feet. The cage tugged tight between my legs, precum already slicking the slit, dripping slow onto the floor.
The room burst out in laughter.
“Jesus,” Tyler said, breathless between curls. “Didn’t even need to be told.”
Aiden stepped closer, towering over me. “Where do you want to start?”
My voice came out hoarse. “Your cock.”
He laughed, sharp and bright. “Of course you do. But you’ve gotta earn that. Start with the body first. Pick again.”
I hesitated, then lifted my eyes to his chest. “Your pecs.”
“Good choice.” He pressed a hand to the center of his chest, the skin already glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Get to it.”
I leaned in, tongue dragging across his pec in a long, trembling stroke. The taste hit me immediately: salty, masculine, alive. Aiden’s skin was hot under my tongue, smooth in a way that made my stomach knot tighter.
“Holy fuck,” Connor muttered from across the room, his barbell lowering slower now.
I licked again, circling the peak of his chest, swallowing the tang of his sweat. Aiden tilted his head back, lips parting like he was enjoying it.
“Look at him,” Bryson said between reps. His dumbbells dropped heavier to the mat. “Lapping it up like a dog.”
I moved lower, dragging my tongue down the line of Aiden’s sternum, gathering every bead of sweat. My nose brushed his skin, his scent filling me. The cage throbbed so hard it clicked, metal straining against the pressure.
Grant’s set slowed to a stop. Tyler’s too. One by one, they stopped lifting, drawn in by the sight of me worshipping Aiden’s chest, until the only sound left was my tongue working across his body.
Aiden cupped the back of my head, pressing me closer. “Good. Keep going.”
I slid lower, tongue dragging down over his abs, each ridge slick with sweat, tasting sharper the lower I went. My mouth watered even as I licked, my chest heaving, body trembling from how badly I wanted more.
My tongue trailed down the slope of Aiden’s abs, catching on each ridge. My mouth watered even as I licked, each drag of my tongue leaving him wetter than before.
“Look at him go,” Tyler said, tossing his dumbbells aside. “Like he’s starving for it.”
The cage throbbed so tight it felt like it might split, every drop of precum sliding down my shaft to the mat. Aiden’s hand pressed the back of my head. “Good. That’s enough for me. Someone else give him a taste.”
He stepped back, and Grant was already pulling off his shirt. He handed it to me, still damp.
“Here,” he said simply. “Get the rest off me.”
I licked at the fabric first, tasting his essence, then crawled closer. His chest was bare and gleaming, his pecs rising with each breath. I pressed my tongue to his skin, dragging up the center, gathering the sheen of sweat that had built through his workout.
Grant gave a small nod, calm but approving. “That’s it. Take it slow.”
I did, licking down his stomach, tasting the softer edge of his sweat compared to Aiden’s. My body trembled, the cage clicking faintly when I shifted, but I kept quiet, swallowing hard as I moved.
Grant pushed gently at my shoulder when he was satisfied. “Alright. Let him try someone else.”
Tyler didn’t wait. He dropped his towel at my knees, chest rising and falling, hair stuck to his temples. “On me, cage boy.”
I leaned in, licking over the swell of his pec, his skin hotter, the taste harsher. Sweat collected in the hollow of his collarbone, and I sucked it up with a swallow. Tyler laughed when I gagged faintly, hand tightening in my hair.
“Amazing,” he muttered, but forced me to drag my tongue slower across his chest before shoving me back.
By then Bryson had already stripped his shirt, tossing it aside with a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn.”
He lifted his arms slightly, waiting. I crawled forward and licked along his ribs, then higher across his chest, careful not to falter. The flavor was different again, stronger than the others, and I swallowed hard against it, staying silent as I worked. Bryson’s smirk widened, but he didn’t say a word, just let me serve him before stepping away.
Finally Connor stood in front of me, sweat running down his chest in rivulets, his muscles pumped and slick. He didn’t bother with a towel. He just looked down at me and pointed to the floor. “Down.”
I dropped instantly, forehead almost brushing the mat. My chest heaved as I waited.
“You’ve licked enough chest,” Connor said, lowering his shorts. He turned slowly, giving me a full view of his ass, sweat running in lines down the curves. He spread slightly, just enough to show me where he wanted me. “Clean me there.”
The others broke out laughing, voices echoing around the gym. But I was already moving, face pressing between his cheeks, tongue sliding into the heat of him. The taste hit me hard: sweat, musk, raw skin.
And then the sound slipped from my throat. A moan, low and unrestrained, vibrating against him.
The room went still.
Bryson’s voice cut the silence. “Oh come on.” His laugh followed, sharp and disbelieving. “He’s actually moaning while he eats Connor’s ass.”
The humiliation burned through me, my whole body trembling, the cage throbbing painfully as I pressed in tighter. Connor looked over his shoulder, smirking. “Guess he knows where he belongs.”
I buried my face deeper, licking hungrily, humiliated and aching, every pulse in the cage marking just how far I’d gone.
My tongue worked deeper between Connor’s cheeks, lapping at the sweat and ass, my face buried so tight I could barely breathe. The taste coated my mouth, raw and salty, each swallow only pulling me further down into the humiliation. Connor kept steady above me, his stance wide, letting me serve.
Behind us, Tyler’s voice broke through. “We’re done here. Ice pool’s calling my name.”
Grant laughed, grabbing his towel. “Yeah, I’m not skipping it. Nothing better after a lift.”
Bryson muttered something under his breath, still shaking his head, but he was already moving toward the door with the others. Their footsteps echoed as they filed out, the sound fading until it was just me and the two who hadn’t budged.
Connor shifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “You done back there yet?”
I moaned softly in answer, tongue dragging one more time across him.
Aiden’s chuckle filled the quiet room. He hadn’t moved from where he leaned against the bench, arms folded, watching. “He’s not done. Look at him. He could stay there all morning.”
Connor grinned. “Maybe he should.” He reached back, giving my hair a quick tug before letting go. “Or maybe he’s ready for something better.”
The room felt smaller with just the three of us left. My cage throbbed painfully, dripping steadily onto the mat beneath me.
Aiden pushed off the bench and walked closer. “Time for some morning cock, don’t you think?”
The room felt heavier now that it was just the three of us. The clang of weights had gone silent, leaving only the low hum of the air vents and the faint splash of water from the cold pools outside. I stayed on my knees behind Connor, tongue still pressed into him, my cage leaking in steady drops onto the mat.
Connor gave a low grunt and pulled away, shorts sliding back up over his ass. He turned, looking down at me with the same calm authority he always carried. “That’s enough.”
I sat back on my heels, chest rising fast, face damp, lips wet with the taste of him. My whole body trembled, the cage biting so sharply it hurt.
Aiden crouched in front of me, resting his arms on his knees. His grin was sharp, playful but edged with command. “You want cock, don’t you?”
The words hit me harder than I expected. I nodded too quickly, breath catching in my throat.
Connor stood behind him, arms folded, watching. “Then show us.”
My voice cracked. “Please… I do.”
Aiden tilted his head, eyes scanning me. “That’s not good enough. If you want cock that badly, you need to beg for it.”
I swallowed, throat dry. “Please. Please fuck me. I’ll do anything.”
Aiden chuckled. “Anything? That’s still too easy. Be specific. Tell us exactly what you want, exactly how you want us to use you.”
The heat in my face spread down my neck. My chest ached with the humiliation of it, but I forced the words out. “I want… I want your cock in me. Both of you. Use me however you want. I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it.”
Connor’s voice cut in, calm and low. “Keep going.”
I bit down on my lip, fighting the tremble in my hands as I dropped forward onto my palms, my forehead nearly brushing the mat. “I’m your slut. Your hole. Use me however you like. I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it. Just please, I need your cocks.”
Silence hung in the room. Aiden’s grin widened, but he still didn’t move. Connor’s steady eyes stayed on me, unreadable.
The quiet forced me to keep going. Each second that passed stretched out the humiliation until it was unbearable.
“Please stretch me open,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please shove it in my throat. Please don’t stop until I can’t take any more. I want it from both of you, however you’ll give it. Just use me. Please.”
My words echoed against the mirrors, too loud, too raw. The silence after each one made my heart slam harder in my chest.
Aiden finally stood, glancing at Connor. They both smirked, like my begging had amused them, but they still didn’t give me what I wanted.
Connor stepped forward, towering over me. “Keep going.”
My body burned with shame. I pressed my forehead flat to the mat, my voice shaking. “I’m pathetic. I’m locked up, dripping for you, and I can’t stop. Please let me make myself useful. Please fuck me, however you want. I need you both so bad.”
I heard Aiden laugh low in his throat. “God, listen to him. He’d humiliate himself all day just for a taste.”
My thighs quaked. I couldn’t stop. “I’ll take it anywhere you want. My mouth, my ass. You can spit on me, slap me, whatever you want. Just give me your cocks. Please, I need it.”
The silence stretched again. My body was shaking by now, every pulse in the cage agony, every drip that hit the floor beneath me echoing the beat of my heart.
Then I heard it: the sound of fabric shifting, shorts being pushed down. My breath hitched.
When I looked up, Connor was stripping off his shirt, his muscles gleaming under the lights. He kicked his shorts aside, his cock heavy and already thickening as it hung between his legs.
Aiden was right beside him, peeling off his damp clothes, his body slick with sweat, his grin locked on me. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, watching my eyes widen as his cock grew harder in his hand.
The sight made my chest tighten so hard it hurt. I couldn’t breathe. My cage clicked from the pressure of my erection, precum dripping steadily onto the mat.
They stepped forward together until they were looming over me, both of them fully hard now, stroking casually like they had all the time in the world.
Connor looked down at me, his voice flat and sure. “That’s better.”
Aiden smirked, dragging his thumb over the tip of his cock as he stared at me kneeling there. “Now beg again. This time while we’re right in front of you.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came at first. The sight of them above me, their cocks inches from my face, had left me frozen, my whole body buzzing with need and shame.
Finally, I choked out, “Please. Please let me serve you. Please let me have it.”
They both stroked themselves, smirking down, waiting for more.
“Say it right,” Connor said.
My throat closed around the words, but I forced them out anyway. “Please, masters. Use me however you want. I’m yours.”
The words hung in the air, humiliating and undeniable.
Connor’s grin was sharp now. Aiden’s laugh was low, pleased.
They stepped in closer, both of their cocks brushing against my face, smearing precum across my cheeks as they stroked.
And I knew the fun was just beginning.
Comments
Naked Justice
It's time for Tommy to get two cocks together up his ass.
Ex Aegypto
Oh, FUCK, yeah. Make it brutal.
