The next three days blurred into a haze of self-doubt and forbidden cravings for Kai, his body still thrumming with the memory of that massive cock stretching him open, the sticky remnants of cum in his shorts a constant, humiliating reminder as he tossed and turned in his bed each night. He found himself pulled back to the gym like a moth to a flame, his lithe frame slipping through the doors each morning, the cool air hitting his skin and stirring up flashes of that steamy encounter—his ass clenching involuntarily at the thought of Marcus's thick, veined shaft pounding into him. Today, like the days before, he dove into intense exercises, his sneakers pounding the treadmill as he pushed his limits, admiring the gleaming equipment and the diverse crowd of burly men grunting through their sets, their sweat-slicked muscles bulging in ways that made his cock twitch traitorously in his tight shorts. Yet, every glance in the mirror fixed on his own perceived flaws—his slender arms, the feminine curve of his hips, the way his ass jiggled slightly with each stride—igniting a swirl of shame and desire that pooled low in his groin, his mind racing with thoughts of bulking up, of transforming his body to match the alpha physiques around him, all while fighting the urge to sneak another peek at the sauna door lurking at the end of the hall.

As he moved to the weight rack, loading up plates that made his arms burn, snippets of conversation drifted over from a group of guys nearby, their voices laced with crude judgment that hit him like a punch to the gut. "Nah, man, you gotta bulk those legs if you wanna pull anyone—nothing worse than a skinny ass that can't take a real pounding," one beefy dude boasted, his buddy chuckling in agreement, "Yeah, chicks dig that massive shit, or hell, even the guys who want a tight hole to wreck." Kai's face flushed hot, his breath catching as the words wormed into his thoughts, heightening his self-consciousness; he imagined his own ass, still sore and stretched from Marcus's brutal thrusts, and felt a fresh wave of precum slick his boxers, his cock hardening as he pictured himself bent over for more, the vulgar talk fueling a desperate need for change that made his hands tremble on the barbell. He powered through another set of squats, his thighs quivering under the strain, the tight fabric of his shorts riding up to outline his cheeks, each rep sending jolts of ache through his core that echoed the memory of being filled to the brim, his hole twitching with phantom pulses of that huge dick splitting him wide.

Exhausted and dripping sweat, Kai wiped his brow, his body screaming for relief as the gym's hum faded into the background, leaving him alone with the nagging pull toward the sauna—the place where his world had shattered in a haze of lust and dominance. He'd stared at that door for three days straight, heart pounding, telling himself not to go in, but today the ache in his muscles and the throb in his balls overpowered his resistance, drawing him down the dimly lit corridor to the locker room, where the warm, earthy scent of steam seeped under the door. He stripped slowly, his fingers brushing over his hardening dick, whispering to himself, "Don't do it, just shower and leave," even as his ass clenched in anticipation, the memory of Marcus's mocking laugh and that raw, stretching fullness making his resolve crumble, inching him closer to the threshold where the heat waited to envelop him once more.

inching him closer to the threshold where the heat waited to envelop him once more, his fingers finally curling around the cool metal handle as if it were a lifeline he no longer wanted to grasp. The door creaked open with a hiss of escaping steam, and there he was—Marcus, that hulking black figure emerging from the swirling mist like a god of raw power, his massive frame glistening with sweat that traced every ridge of his chiseled muscles, his towel slung low around his hips, barely concealing the thick bulge that had haunted Kai's dreams for days. Kai froze, his lithe body bare except for the towel around his waist, his hardening dick twitching traitorously against the damp fabric as Marcus's eyes roamed over him, lingering on the feminine curve of his hips and the subtle jiggle of his ass cheeks, a predatory grin splitting the man's face before he let out that deep, mocking laugh, the sound vibrating through the humid air and making Kai's face burn with fresh embarrassment, his ass clenching in involuntary memory of that brutal stretch, his breath hitching as he stammered, "I—I didn't expect—"

I—I didn’t expect—" Kai's stammered words dissolved into the thick, steamy air as Marcus's deep, mocking laugh cut him off like a blade, the sound echoing off the cedar walls and making Kai's knees weaken, his heart pounding in his chest as if it might burst from the sheer humiliation and desire swirling inside him. "Expect what, boy? More of this?" Marcus growled, his voice a low, rumbling taunt that vibrated through the humid space, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement as he hooked his fingers into the edge of his towel and yanked it away in one swift motion. There it was again, that massive black cock swinging free, thick and heavy with veins bulging along its length, the swollen head still slick with a sheen of sweat and the remnants of earlier precum, dangling like a weapon ready to conquer. Kai's gaze locked onto it instantly, his breath catching in his throat as his own hardening dick twitched beneath his towel, a fresh bead of precum seeping through the fabric and trickling down his thigh, his ass clenching involuntarily at the memory of how that beast had stretched him wide, the sight pulling him deeper into the vortex of his suppressed cravings.

Marcus's grin widened, his chiseled muscles flexing as he stepped closer, the musky scent of his arousal—earthy and potent, mixed with the tang of sweat—wafting over Kai like an invisible chain, making the younger man's head spin and his body sway forward without thought. "Time for me to hit the showers, clean this big dick off from all this sweat," Marcus said, his words dripping with crude dominance, as he brushed past Kai with deliberate slowness, his broad shoulder grazing the lithe man's chest, the heat of his skin searing through them both. Kai felt the brush of that massive shaft against his hip as Marcus moved, the soft, heavy weight of it leaving a trail of sticky warmth on his towel, and it was like a hook in his gut, pulling him along in submissive silence, his feet moving on their own as he trailed after the hulking figure down the dimly lit corridor toward the showers, his mind a haze of forbidden need, every step making his own cock throb harder, precum dripping steadily now, staining the floor beneath him.

The showers loomed ahead, the sound of running water growing louder, a promise of more intimate exposure that had Kai's pulse racing, his body trembling with the ache of anticipation as he followed Marcus into the tiled room, where he noticed two other showers running and felt unsure of what he was doing, the steam from the hot spray mingling with the sauna's haze to create a cocoon of raw sensuality. Marcus turned on a showerhead, the water cascading over his glistening frame, rivers of it tracing the ridges of his muscles and making his cock sway under the spray, droplets catching on the tip and highlighting the sheer girth that had just claimed Kai so brutally. Kai stood there, mesmerized, his towel slipping slightly, unsure of what he was doing, the air thick with the scent of soap and sweat, his ass still pulsing with the ghost of that invasion, ready to surrender once more to the dominant force that had awakened his deepest desires.

Kai hesitated, his eyes flickering nervously, as if torn between surrender and the fear of being watched. Marcus's dark laughter rumbled out, low and commanding, as he moved closer, catching that quick glance. "What's this, boy? Still playing shy, glancing around like you're not dying for this black cock?" Marcus growled, his voice thick with mockery, his free hand sliding up Kai's back to grip his neck, pulling him closer so their faces were inches apart, turning their skin into a glistening canvas.

Kai's breath hitched, his lithe body shuddering with anticipation, his cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment, but the words hit him like a slap, fueling the fire in his core. "I—I don't know what you mean," Kai stammered, his voice a weak whisper, his own cock twitching feebly, the sensation of being so close making his mind spin. Marcus leaned in, his lips brushing Kai's ear as he chuckled darkly. "Oh, come on, you little tease—embrace what you are, a black cock slut craving every inch," Marcus demanded, his words crude and unyielding, his massive dick pressing obscenely as he guided Kai toward the shower, each step heightening the lewd tension.

The steam swirled thicker around them as they approached, the scent of soap and sweat mingling with the musky tang of their arousal, as Kai's resistance crumbled, his gaze locking onto Marcus's with a mix of fear and hunger, the words echoing in his ears like a filthy mantra. "A—a black cock slut?" Kai echoed shakily, his voice breaking, the vulgar label sinking in and igniting a fresh wave of heat in his belly, his body responding instinctively as they neared the threshold, the promise of what was to come pushing him deeper into that haze of desire and submission.

Marcus's laugh filled the room, triumphant and crude, as he picked up the pace toward the shower, his hands guiding Kai's hips in a teasing rhythm, heightening the sensory overload of their proximity, the anticipation of that enormous cock driving deeper into Kai's thoughts, promising to wring every last drop of pleasure from his trembling frame.

eager for the vulgar reward to come, Marcus let out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated through Kai's trembling body, the sound echoing off the tiled walls of the shower stall as he pulled back just enough to lock eyes with the boy, his massive chest heaving with the aftermath of their intense coupling. "What's it gonna be, boy? Ready to submit like the little slut you are, or still embarrassed about that tight ass getting wrecked?" he growled, his voice laced with crude amusement, his fingers digging into Kai's hips to hold him steady, the slick mix of sweat making their skin slide stickily together. Kai's breath hitched, his mind a whirl of humiliation and desire, but he couldn't deny the pull, nodding frantically, his head shaking up and down in silent, eager consent, his cock giving a weak twitch against Marcus's abs as if begging for more.

With a smirk that screamed dominance, Marcus shoved Kai down to his knees on the wet tile, the sudden drop making Kai's legs buckle and his hands slap against the warm, steaming floor for balance, water from the showerhead cascading over them both and mixing with the remnants of their mess. "That's what I thought, you needy little bitch," Marcus taunted, stepping closer so his rock-hard cock swayed right in front of Kai's face, the thick, veined shaft glistening with a fresh sheen of water that clung to its dark, pulsating length. He gripped the base and swung it slowly, teasingly, the massive head brushing against Kai's lips with a light, electrifying touch that made the boy gasp, his eyes wide with awe as he stared at the beastly thing mere inches away. "Gonna treat you real good if you admit what you are, boy—spit it out," Marcus demanded, his voice a gravelly command that filled the steamy air, his free hand tangling in Kai's damp hair to hold him in place.

Kai stammered, his face burning with a mix of shame and excitement, the words tumbling out haltingly at first—"I-I'm a... a black cock slut"—his voice barely above a whisper, but as Marcus's eyes narrowed with approval, he repeated it louder, the confession sending a thrill through his core. "That's right, but you're my black cock slut, ain't ya?" Marcus corrected, his tone possessive and raw, before swinging his massive rod with forceful precision, the heavy shaft smacking against Kai's cheek with a wet, resounding slap that left a trail of sticky precum across his skin. The impact drew a shocked moan from Kai's lips, his eyes fluttering in awed surprise, the sting mixing with a rush of desire that made his mouth water and his ass clench in memory, the vulgar act pulling him deeper into the haze of submission as the shower's spray washed over them, heightening every sensation.

Marcus's eyes glinted with raw hunger as he held Kai in place, his fingers still tangled in the boy's damp hair, the shower's spray cascading over them in a relentless downpour that turned their skin into a glistening, slippery canvas. "That got you all hot and bothered, didn't it, boy? Ready for another taste of this fat black cock—gonna choke on it like the slut you are?" he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that cut through the steam and water's hiss, his free hand wrapping around the base of his massive shaft, the thick veins bulging as he stroked it once, slow and deliberate, smearing the fresh bead of precum across the swollen head. Kai's heart hammered in his chest, his lips parted in a mix of fear and aching desire, the memory of that brutal stretch in his ass making his body betray him; he nodded frantically, a weak "Y-yes, sir" slipping out, his voice muffled by the water, his mind spinning with the thrill of submission even as his gaze flicked nervously toward the other running showers, the distant sounds of splashing and muted conversations reminding him they weren't alone.

With a triumphant smirk, Marcus tightened his grip on Kai's hair, yanking him forward roughly until the boy's face was inches from the throbbing monster, its dark length swaying menacingly, the musky scent of sweat and cum hitting Kai like a wave. "Open wide, you little bitch—time to learn how to suck a real dick," Marcus snarled, lining up the fat head against Kai's virgin lips and thrusting forward without mercy, forcing the slick, veined shaft past the soft barrier and into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Kai's eyes widened in shock, his throat convulsing immediately as the enormous girth stretched his lips wide, the salty taste of precum flooding his tongue while he gagged hard, his unpracticed throat closing around the invading thickness, making him choke and sputter, spit bubbling around the edges as he struggled to breathe. The sheer size was overwhelming, the head of Marcus's cock nudging against the back of his throat with a brutal pressure that made his eyes water, his hands flying up to grip the man's thighs in a futile attempt to steady himself, the wet, gagging sounds echoing off the tiled walls, loud enough that Kai's mind raced with panic—oh God, what if the others heard this, the unmistakable slurps and chokes of him choking on a massive cock?

Marcus didn't give a fuck, his hips bucking forward with unrelenting force, driving another inch deeper into Kai's gagging mouth, the tight squeeze of the boy's throat milking his shaft in desperate spasms that only fueled his dominance. "That's it, choke on that big dick, you greedy little whore—feel how it's stretching your fucking throat," he taunted, his voice dripping with crude pleasure, ignoring the distant splash of water from the other showers as he held Kai's head in place, forcing him to take more, the shower's spray washing away the tears and saliva that dripped down Kai's chin, heightening the raw, humiliating intensity of the moment. Every gag sent vibrations through Marcus's cock, making it throb harder, his balls tightening as he reveled in the boy's submission, the air thick with the sounds of their filthy encounter.

Marcus's eyes glinted with raw hunger as he held Kai in place, his fingers still tangled in the boy's damp hair, the shower's spray cascading over them in a relentless downpour that turned their skin into a glistening, slippery canvas. "That got you all hot and bothered, didn't it, boy? Ready for another taste of this fat black cock—gonna choke on it like the slut you are?" he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that cut through the steam and water's hiss, his free hand wrapping around the base of his massive shaft, the thick veins bulging as he stroked it once, slow and deliberate, smearing the fresh bead of precum across the swollen head. Kai's heart hammered in his chest, his lips parted in a mix of fear and aching desire, the memory of that brutal stretch in his ass making his body betray him; he nodded frantically, a weak "Y-yes, sir" slipping out, his voice muffled by the water, his mind spinning with the thrill of submission even as his gaze flicked nervously toward the other running showers, the distant sounds of splashing and muted conversations reminding him they weren't alone.

With a triumphant smirk, Marcus tightened his grip on Kai's hair, yanking him forward roughly until the boy's face was inches from the throbbing monster, its dark length swaying menacingly, the musky scent of sweat and cum hitting Kai like a wave. "Open wide, you little bitch—time to learn how to suck a real dick," Marcus snarled, lining up the fat head against Kai's virgin lips and thrusting forward without mercy, forcing the slick, veined shaft past the soft barrier and into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Kai's eyes widened in shock, his throat convulsing immediately as the enormous girth stretched his lips wide, the salty taste of precum flooding his tongue while he gagged hard, his unpracticed throat closing around the invading thickness, making him choke and sputter, spit bubbling around the edges as he struggled to breathe. The sheer size was overwhelming, the head of Marcus's cock nudging against the back of his throat with a brutal pressure that made his eyes water, his hands flying up to grip the man's thighs in a futile attempt to steady himself, the wet, gagging sounds echoing off the tiled walls, loud enough that Kai's mind raced with panic—oh God, what if the others heard this, the unmistakable slurps and chokes of him choking on a massive cock?

Marcus didn't give a fuck, his hips bucking forward with unrelenting force, driving another inch deeper into Kai's gagging mouth, the tight squeeze of the boy's throat milking his shaft in desperate spasms that only fueled his dominance. "That's it, choke on that big dick, you greedy little whore—feel how it's stretching your fucking throat," he taunted, his voice dripping with crude pleasure, ignoring the distant splash of water from the other showers as he held Kai's head in place, forcing him to take more, the shower's spray washing away the tears and saliva that dripped down Kai's chin, heightening the raw, humiliating intensity of the moment. Every gag sent vibrations through Marcus's cock, making it throb harder, his balls tightening as he reveled in the boy's submission, the air thick with the sounds of their filthy encounter.

Marcus's balls tightened even further, drawing up against his taint as he felt the vibrations from Kai's gagging throat ripple along his thick, veined shaft, the boy's lips stretched obscenely around the fat girth, spit bubbling and dripping down in sloppy streams that mixed with the shower's hot spray, creating a slick, messy lube that made every inch of his cock glide deeper. "That's it, you worthless little cocksucker—choke on that big black dick like it's your only fucking purpose," Marcus snarled, his voice a guttural growl echoing off the tiled walls, his hips snapping forward with calculated force, driving another inch into Kai's unyielding throat, the head of his cock bulging against the soft skin of the boy's neck as it pulsed with raw need. Kai's eyes watered profusely, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks to mix with the cascading water, his hands clawing at Marcus's muscular thighs for leverage, but all that escaped his lips were incoherent hmmmphs and garbled whimpers, the sounds wet and desperate, his tongue trapped beneath the invading shaft, lapping instinctively at the salty precum that oozed from the tip, coating his mouth in a bitter, musky tang that made his own spent cock twitch feebly against his belly.

He could feel every ridge and vein of Marcus's cock throbbing inside him, the sheer size stretching his jaw to the point of agony, yet a perverse thrill shot through his core, his ass clenching in sympathetic memory of the earlier pounding as the dominant man's free hand slid down to cup his own heavy balls, rolling them roughly while he fucked Kai's face with slow, deliberate thrusts. "Fuck, your throat's like a tight little pussy, squeezing me just right—gonna make me blow my load down that greedy hole," Marcus taunted, his words laced with cruel amusement, the rhythm of his hips picking up, each push forcing Kai's nose deeper into the coarse hair at the base of his cock, the overwhelming scent of sweat and arousal flooding the boy's senses, making his head spin in a haze of submission and unwanted desire. Kai's body betrayed him further, his throat convulsing around the intrusion with every gag, the vibrations milking Marcus's shaft, drawing out more precum that slicked the way, his own muffled moans turning into a symphony of wet slurps and chokes that filled the steamy air, heightening the raw intensity as Marcus's grip on his hair tightened, holding him in place for the inevitable flood.

As the pressure built in Marcus's balls, he ground his hips in a circular motion, forcing Kai to take him to the hilt, the boy's lips brushing against the wiry pubes while his throat bulged, the hot water from the shower pounding down on them like a relentless drumbeat, washing away the tears but not the humiliating slickness coating everything. "Here it comes, you filthy bitch—swallow every drop of my fucking cum," Marcus roared, his voice breaking into a primal grunt as his cock swelled, the first thick spurt erupting straight down Kai's throat, flooding his mouth with hot, ropey jets that he had no choice but to gulp down, the salty bitterness overwhelming his senses, his own body shuddering in response as he choked out another round of unintelligible hmmmphs, the vibrations amplifying Marcus's release into a torrent of ecstasy that left them both trembling in the humid embrace of the shower.

As the first thick spurt erupted straight down Kai’s throat, flooding his mouth with a hot, bitter torrent that made his throat convulse and his eyes water even more, Marcus's grip tightened in Kai's damp hair, yanking his head back with a sudden, brutal twist that pulled the massive, veined shaft free from his lips in a wet, slurping pop. Spit and precum strings dangled between Kai's swollen mouth and the throbbing black cock hovering inches from his face, the air thick with the steamy haze and the pungent scent of cum, as Marcus growled in triumph, "That's it, you greedy little bitch—take that load and wear it like the slut you are." Before Kai could even gasp for air, the second spurt blasted out with forceful precision, a ropy jet of hot, sticky cum arcing from the swollen head of Marcus's cock and splattering across Kai's flushed cheek, the warm fluid streaking down in a messy trail that clung to his skin, mixing with his tears and the shower's spray to create a glistening mask of humiliation.

The third spurt followed immediately, erupting with even more force as Marcus stroked his thick shaft roughly, aiming the pulsating tip directly at Kai's parted lips, the hot cum landing in thick ropes that coated his lower lip and dripped into his mouth, the salty, musky taste overwhelming his senses and making his own spent dick twitch feebly against his thigh. Kai's eyes widened in shock, his face burning with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal as the fourth spurt shot out, splashing across his forehead and nose, the viscous fluid dripping down slowly, pooling in the hollows of his cheeks and leaving him a cum-soaked mess, the sheer vulgarity of it all making his ass clench in memory of the earlier pounding. Marcus stood there, his massive chest heaving, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he took in the sight—Kai on his knees, trembling and covered in his seed, the sticky strands clinging to his sharp features and dark hair, turning him into a living canvas of dominance. "Fuck, yeah, look at my little cock slut now," Marcus taunted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed off the tiled walls, his hand still pumping his shaft lazily, milking out the last dregs of cum that dribbled onto Kai's chin, the raw power in his gaze making Kai's body shudder with a fresh wave of submission, the humid air amplifying every lewd detail—the wet slap of skin, the tangy scent of their fluids, and the throbbing ache in Kai's throat that begged for more even as his mind reeled from the degrading thrill.

Kai sat there, the hot rivulets of cum trickling down his flushed cheeks and dripping onto his parted lips, the sticky mess clinging to his skin like a badge of his complete surrender, as those words from Marcus echoed in his mind, stirring a fresh wave of humiliation and unwanted arousal that made his spent cock twitch feebly against his thigh. Before he could fully process the command, Marcus shifted closer with a predatory glint in his eyes, his softening cock still glistening with their shared fluids, the thick, veined shaft swinging heavily as he reached down and wrapped his large hand around it. With a crude smirk, he pressed the swollen head against Kai's cum-streaked face, rubbing it slowly along the slick trails on his cheek, the warm, salty residue smearing further as he dragged the tip across Kai's lips, parting them with insistent pressure. "Open up, boy," Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding, as he forced the soft, cum-dripping head into Kai's mouth, feeding him a scoop of the thick, bitter fluid that lingered on his skin, the taste flooding Kai's senses in a rush of musk and heat that made his throat constrict and his body shudder with submissive thrill.

Marcus held him there for a moment, his fingers tangled in Kai's damp hair, the water from the shower still cascading around them as he withdrew just enough to let Kai gasp, then thrust the tip back in with a vulgar twist. "Now you get it, don't you, bitch? This is what a real man does—owns your tight little ass and makes you crave every drop of his cum. That's what being my cock slut means: on your knees, choking on this fat dick, ready to take whatever I give." His words were a raw, degrading torrent, each one sinking into Kai's core like a hook, fueling the fire of his desires even as tears mixed with the cum on his face. Kai's lips quivered around the intruding tip, his throat working to swallow the offered scoop, and with a desperate nod, he mouthed "Yes, sir," the words muffled and eager, the act of submission making his heart race and his hole clench around the emptiness.

Marcus pulled back with a hearty laugh that reverberated through the steamy air, his massive form straightening as he tucked his softening cock away with casual dominance. "Good boy," he said, his voice laced with amusement, before turning toward the exit, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. "Don't make me wait three days again. That ass better be in the sauna tomorrow, ready for more." As the shower room door swung shut behind him, the echo of his footsteps fading into the gym's hum, Kai remained on his knees, the remaining cum cooling on his skin, his mind swirling with a cocktail of shame, longing, and the throbbing ache in his stretched body, the promise of tomorrow pulling him deeper into the web of his awakened cravings.

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