mmvwriter: Mike’s Personal TrainerJust the bar was too much for the beginning lifter, his meek arms
mmvwriter: Mike’s Personal TrainerJust the bar was too much for the beginning lifter, his meek arms shaking as he did his third bench press. Mike sat up and massaged his shoulders, “How do they do it…” He looked around the couple of guys doing their daily workouts. With a light sigh, he wiped up the bench and stood up, walking towards the locker room. He made it halfway before a barrel-chested beast bumped into him, Mike’s small frame getting knocked down. Before he could swear at him, a large hand was extended to help him up, “Whoops! Sorry bro! Couldn’t see you there.” Mike took his hand and was roughly yanked up, his eyes level with the words on the man’s shirt. “Gym Shark.” He brushed himself off and rotated his shoulder, the strong grip almost dislocating it. Mike had to look up to make eye contact with the man. “I was watching you when you were uhm…” he chuckled, “‘Lifting.’” He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. This comment made Mike’s cheeks burn, “Well, I just started…” He quietly said, scratching the back of his head. “Well, instead of bullying you for it, I was gonna offer some help.” The man seemed genuine, “My name is Jack, but you can call me Coach.” He grinned. Mike sweated heavily as he curled the 25 pound weight with Jack standing nearby. Jack has made a small regiment for Mike for free and was only asking for payment in the form of errands like getting him food or making him wash his gym clothes. Mike laid back and panted like a dog, Jack walking up and yanking up the sweating man’s shirt. “C’mon dude! You’re never gonna get abs like that!” Jack gave him a hefty thump on the slightly flappy gut.“How the hell do you do it then? What’s your workout like?” Mike asked exasperated, “Let me guess, raw eggs and shit, thousands of crunches?” He huffed, his frustration making Jack laugh. “Of course not! Sooo much easier than you think!” Jack smiled, “I’ll show you,” He took a sniff at Mike, “Shower first though, you smell.” Jack sat in his truck and waited for Mike, the freshly showered man hopping in. “I have this sweet weight set at home, just you wait.” Mike thought for a moment, “Why do you come to the gym?” Jack looked over at him, turning the ignition, “Well, I scope out guys,” He grinned, “Take that as you will.” This made Mike’s mind swirl, the idea that Jack being gay made him blush. All the moments that he was ordered around by him while he worked out now had an erotic flair about it. Mike sat with his legs together so he could fantasize all he wanted. It was about 15 minutes of country roads before they pulled into a concrete driveway, Mike turned to Jack, “This your house?” Jack smiled and hopped out, “Yep!” It was a pretty sizable house, most of the walls glass windows that showed the numerous rooms inside. He saw the aforementioned personal gym in the front of the house. “C’mon, I need a drink.” Mike took a seat in the living room as Jack grabbed a water. Mike looked around the room, seeing a small basket below the coffee table. He grabbed it and looked through the square basket, seeing it was a bunch of old phones, none of them seeming to work. They all had some sort of rust on them, but before he could look deeper, Jack returned. “Found my old phone stash?” He smiled, taking a swig from his bottle. Mike slid it back in place, “Oh sorry, was just curious.” Jack nodded, taking a seat on the couch next to him. “You wanna see me workout?” He spoke in a soft voice, preying on Mike’s fantasies. They walked into the glass room, warm yellow light from the setting sun filling the room and washing over the workout gear. Mike sat down anxiously, watching the tight grey shirt Jack wore slide off. “Now, the first thing about working out for gains…” He slapped the side of his muscly abs, “is good protein.” Jack walked up to Mike and rubbed his gut infront of him, “Do you know where I get it from?” His voice was low, almost a purr to Mike. “You… I don’t know…” Mike said, the context foreign to him. Jack nodded, “That’s what I thought…” He smiled, walking over to a closet in the back of the room and pulling out a camera and tri-pod. He smiled and pressed play, the camera facing away from him and recording his back while Mike was center frame. He walked up and grabbed Mike’s hand, “Would you like a upclose example?” Mike was fully convinced he was going to get rammed by a sexy beast. He gave an excited nod, his hand running over Jack’s pecs, “Show me~ I wanna see.~” The deep grumble from within Jack’s guts was a shock. Jack’s smile widened, “Okay, down you go.” Before Mike could question the sentence, Jack’s large mouth engulfed his head, the spongy tongue covering his face and muffling his yells. He tried to push away from the sticky mouth by pounding on the chest of his ‘trainer’, but only in succeeded in was getting wrapped in a tight hold. Jack’s tongue continued to suck and lick at Mike’s screaming head until he lifted his neck and upper chest inside, the top of his head sliding to the back of the cavernous maw. Mike’s chest was Jack’s favorite part, sucking and licking over the soft pecs. He lifted his head and forced his head down into the constricting gullet, Jack running his hand over the bulge Mike’s face made. The heat was suffocating in the tight tube, the shallow breaths being squeezed out as more and more of his wiggling body slid deeper. Jack’s tongue licked and teased Mike’s flabby belly, feeling Mike suck in as his wet tongue slid into his belly button. Mike’s preemptive boner was still at full mast as it slid over the tongue, giving Jack an idea. The waistband was easily ripped by the tongue, leaving his twitching member rubbing over the soft, wet tongue. Mike, despite his current situation, couldn’t help himself and began to buck his hips, grinding his hairy thighs to rub against the warm surface. It was only a few seconds before the overwhelming level of squeezing and heat made him blow his load, the salty sauce spreading over Mike legs. With post orgasm euphoria washing over Mike, his struggles temporarily stopped and let Jack lift the legs to his lips, sucking on the hairy calves. Mike’s head entered the bubbling stomach, it having just enough room to be comfortable for his head. He felt the air on his feet get colder as his shoes and socks were pulled off, Jack’s large tongue curling around the feet. With a gentle pull, the toes hung just outside the lips of his devourer. Mike began to writhe again as his shoulders pushed into the tight sack, feeling Jack gently nibble on his wiggling digits. He took his sweet time letting the feet of his meal slid down past his mouth, rubbing the bulge as it slid all the way down into his tight stomach. Mike slowly felt his feet slide into the wet chamber, the muscles he admired from the outside cruelly squeezing him into a tight ball. As Jack held his bulging stomach, he took a deep breath and punched the side, shaking and turning Mike inside. “Damn… you slid down easy…” With the way Mike curled up, his hands and face were easily shown through the tan flesh. “MMPHHF MEPH,” Mike moaned, his words unable to be deserened. The slickened walls only spun Mike around in a nauseating swirl as Jack shook and punched. The gut let out a deep grumble as Mike felt it shake, the walls constricting to an almost crushing pressure. Jack let out a massive belch, walking towards his camera and stopping the recording. He looked in the mirror and felt the forceful kicks and punches from within, only making him laugh. “J-Jack! I get it! J-Just let me out! I won’t tell anyone!” Mike pleaded, taking deep gasps of air as the supply thinned, just enough to keep him conscious. Jack swallow air to keep Mike talking, getting on the treadmill. “P-Please! I-I didn’t want this!” Jack began to run at a medium pace, bouncing and shaking the gut. Mike was thrown around and due to him running, the core muscles contricted further. Another wet burp during the run almost made him pass out, until his lungs were filled with acrid, but fresh, air. Mike coughed and sputtered as his place in the world was realized, a meal for a higher being on the food chain. Jack hopped off the machine and laid on the floor, getting in plank position for some push-ups. Mike felt a hard surface crush him every few seconds as the belly of Jack pressed against the floor. The small mercy of digestion was beginning soon, but his hope was dashed with the freezing cold of water pouring ontop of him, filling the chamber up to his knees. “My stomach acid is weak as shit dude, sorry about it.” Jack said absent mindedly, slapping his gut again, the watered down acid splashing onto Mike’s face. With his workout finished, Jack stood up and slapped his gut as he walked to the bathroom, taking a cold shower. Mike felt the pitter of water on the dome of flesh he was inside, Jack running a bar of soap over the tight gut. Jack smirked and pressed his gut against the wall, flattening the gut and forcing the skin to the side. Jack flopped onto the bed, Mike’s clothes dissolving and skin gently tingling, almost like sitting in a bath full of vinegar and baking soda. The smell matched as well, just a little more like bile. “Still alive?” He gave his gut a hearty slap, Mike’s response being a weak kick, feeling like all his energy was sapped out. Jack was impressed, “You’re pretty durable, gotta say. Get used to it, takes a few days to fully digest.” Mike sighed, but was surprised by another constricting belch. He pressed his face to the top of the boiling chamber, his last few breaths of oxygen lying there. Jack was amused by the bulge his face made, giving it a heavy slap, jostling the juices around. Jack laid naked on his bed, his belly roughly pressing and rolling Mike long into the night. -- source link