Making of a Male Slut

After I finished jerking off in the gym shower right after my sauna adventure with Katarina, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my locker. However, as I tried to unlock it, I found the combination wasn't working.

This sort of thing happened often in this gym, and it was really annoying. The lockers had digital combination locks where you set your combination when you lock them, except they sometimes bug out and forget the correct combination, at which point a gym employee has to help you unlock your locker.

It was almost closing time, so there was nobody else in the men's locker room, so I had to peek out and call the worker over myself. Turns out the gym was pretty empty too, and the worker wasn't at the counter. I figured Katarina has probably already left too, since I took a long time in the shower.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the locker room, a towel wrapped around my waist, and started looking around the main gym area. When I went into a more secluded corner, I saw the girl who was supposed to be at the counter.

I didn't know her name, but everyone in the gym knew who she was. She was a female bodybuilder/fitness influencer/OnlyFans model who went by the pseudonym Force, and it's the only name I know her by still.

Now, this girl had serious muscle mass. Too much for my, or I guess pretty much anyone's, taste. She pretty much had muscles like what I imagine Biljana wanted me to have. Thick arms, thick legs, shredded abs, everything solid as steel. Impressive, but far from feminine. Now, this doesn't mean she was actually ugly, mind you; she still had a beautiful face, an hourglass figure, and some really nice tits (ass was a given with all the heavy squats she did), but the huge muscles downgraded her from what was likely a 10 to about 6 or 7 in my eyes.

Still, when I saw what she was doing, I couldn't help but stare. She was in a tiny string bikini, flexing her muscles in various poses on a bench press and taking selfies in the mirror. I must've stared for a full minute or two before she noticed me, and we both startled each other.

I stammered an explanation about my locker being stuck while she stammered about thinking there was nobody left in the gym. Apparently, she had an agreement with the owner that she could use the gym for her photoshoots after hours.

She then got a sly grin and asked if I wanted to help her with taking pictures. I was a bit taken aback, but I agreed to help her. She gave me her phone and started taking increasingly sexy poses as I snapped away.

Despite having cummed twice quite recently, my cock started stirring under my towel, especially when she removed her top at some point. By the time she took the last pose for me to capture, I was rock hard, trying in vain to hide the tent I was pitching under the towel.

I saw her looking straight at my crotch as she said she had another favor to ask. To my complete disbelief, she asked if I'd lose the towel and join her in a few photos, and she'd give me a part of the earnings they make on OnlyFans.

As I made a halfhearted attempt to refuse, saying I had an exclusive modeling contract with the Brat brand, she assured me it'd be off record, and my face wouldn't show in anything she publishes, all the while creeping her foot up my leg and under the towel.

Suddenly, just as I opened my mouth to say something, she pushed her foot between my legs all the way up and behind my ass. This undid the towel, which dropped to the floor, and she hooked me closer to her using her leg.

As soon as I was close enough, her hand grabbed my hard cock and pulled it towards her mouth, with me following after it, obviously.

Any attempts at a protest by me stopped the moment I felt her mouth envelop my cock. She then took her phone back from my hand and started taking selfies while using her other hand to grab my balls quite painfully.

She then used her grip on my balls to position me sitting on the bench press, all the while still expertly sucking my cock and taking selfies. She then used her foot to push on my chest to make me lie back. She then removed the tiny garment that was technically panties and got into a 69 position on top of me.

That's when I saw her clit. It was huge. I mean huge for a clit; it was at least two centimeters long. It felt weirdly hard as I licked it, and she reacted to it by slamming her wet pussy against my face.

She started grinding her pussy against my face, her huge clit violating my mouth, and I eagerly licked and sucked on it as she sucked my cock. I was soon getting very close to orgasm, as was she.

I was right at the edge of orgasm when she slowed her sucking down and started grinding her pussy against my mouth even harder. I licked for all I was worth, fueled by the desperation for my own orgasm.

When she started orgasming, she clamped her strong thighs around my head tightly. I felt as if my head would explode and tried to pry her legs open with my hands, but to no avail. In a few seconds, my arms went limp and everything went dark.

When I came to, I felt pain in my joints, as if I was contorted in a weird position, but I couldn't verify by looking, because my neck was apparently held in a tight grip. I still felt desperate to cum, though. After a couple of seconds, the pressure on my neck increased, and I was out again.

This went on for a while, with me drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling pain in various joints, and on the edge of orgasm.

Then, when I came to a final time, I was staring straight at my own hard cock. I realized she was holding me in a legs-over-head position. And her hand was wrapped around it, jerking it off. Realizing what she was up to, I tried to move, but she had me completely immobilized.

To make matters worse, as soon as I started cumming, she let go of my cock. My orgasm was getting ruined all over my face, cum getting in my eyes and nostrils as I squirmed pathetically trying to get free from her hold, or at least point my cock away from my face.

When my cock finally stopped spurting, she released me, and my naked body collapsed on the floor. I kept my eyes shut, since they were full of cum, and felt around on the floor for my towel. By the time I wiped my face, she had gone to the female locker room. I decided not to put the towel around my waist again, seeing how it was now all sticky with my cum, and also there was no point to it anymore.

My whole body was in pain, making me wonder what she did to me while I was drifting in and out of consciousness. By the time I got from that corner of the gym to the locker rooms, she was leaving hers, already dressed. She asked which locker was mine, followed me into the men's locker room, and unlocked it. She slapped my bare ass as she was going out and told me I did a good job.

When I got home, I immediately collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, not even having the strength to wash my face, still sticky from my own cum. In the morning, I saw I had new messages on Instagram. They were from Force.

She said everyone loved our photo session and sent me all the photos she took of the two of us. The first couple were familiar, of her sucking my cock and us being in a 69 on the bench press. The rest shocked me.

She was holding my naked body in various extremely uncomfortable wrestling holds. One after another, a couple dozen photos of my naked body contorted by her strong arms and legs, my fairly athletic body looking skinny and frail compared to her huge muscles, and, to make the humiliation worse, my cock rock hard in all of the photos.

True to her word, my face didn't show in most of the pictures and was blurred in the ones where it did. But I still felt extremely violated, despite technically agreeing to this, since I actually had no idea what I was in for when I did.

I have decided to confront her about it first chance I get and get her to remove those photos from her page. But for now, I had to take care of the rock-hard erection I got from looking at them.