Delmore

By Jesse Hunter

Published on Mar 26, 2024

Gay

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Delmore chapter 7

The muscular Black Officer ordered us to stand once we were inside the gym. I immediately observed Black Men and white boys working out at various stations with the most noticeable difference being that the white boys were naked (caged of course-some collared) and the Black Men were wearing workout clothes.

I observed something in the corner past the cardio area that terrified me. There were two punching bags suspended from the ceiling. Also suspended in similar fashion were two white boys. Their hands were bound behind their backs and they were wearing headgear and ball gags. Each of the white boys were being pummeled by a Black Man with boxing gloves.

You could hear their muffled yelps and moans after almost every strike.

The muscular Black Officer broke my trance, "you faggots have an hour and a half to complete your workouts. Clock starts now!"

I'd never worked out naked before. This would be a first. My legs were still shaking from the torture in the classroom so I figured I'd make it a chest/triceps day. I made my way over to the benches. There were a couple of empty benches so I went to the one furthest away from the ones being used. Put my normal warm up weights on the bar and completed my first set. It was weird to do without music but I hadn't been able to work out since I agreed to this assignment so I was grateful to get to do so. The gym was always my happy place. My coping mechanism for stress, and it was safe to say, I was really stressed. I increased weights for my first set in progressive overload.

"Looks like you might need a spot, white boy."

He was towering over me from the position a spotter would be in. His sweat dripped onto my face. His presence made me nervous but I knew I had better tell Him how grateful I was.

"Thank You, Sir. Yes, please"

"Absolutely, boy."

For my first set He straddled my head while still standing. His shorts were a bit loose and I could see that He wasn't wearing underwear. The side of one of His legs was rubbing my face. I desperately wanted to know what them big balls smelled like. But, I was trying to shift my focus onto the weight I was pushing up. I completed my first set and He stepped back.

"Not bad for a white boy. What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Jesse."

"Nice to meet you, Jessica. Though this isn't really our first meeting. I had some of that sweet pussy yesterday."

I'm glad He didn't expect me to remember as I had been fucked by so many Men especially while blindfolded. I still knew I was expected to show gratitude.

"Thank You for the gift of Your Dick, Sir."

"Time for your next set, faggot."

I added the weight and laid back down on the bench. I went to unrack the bar and He stepped back into place to spot me. This time He had removed His shorts. As I pushed my first rep up, He squatted on my face.

"I just finished my hour-long workout. Smell my ass, bitch. Breathe in my scent while you struggle with these reps, boy. That's it. There you go, girl."

This was definitely a challenge. I felt like I was suffocating in His ass. He would let up a little for me to push back up, but damn. Yet despite the struggle, my dick was trying to pop out of its cage. I had learned that the natural scent of a Black Man's balls and ass was like a pheromone that brought out my inner fucking slut. I was able to complete the set.

He stood up from my face and I got up from the bench to add more weight.

He didn't assist with this, reinforcing that He wasn't there for my benefit. This was about His amusement. In fact, when I looked around, I saw that one white boy was on his knees, sucking a Black CO that was doing seated preacher curls. Another white boy was bent over a bench by the dumbbells and was serving up both of his holes at the same time to two Men. Most others were working out without sex (minus the two boys being used as punching bags-one of which appeared to be unconscious now).

I got back down on the bench for my last set.

As I started, this time He squatted over my face and shoved His half-hard dick in my mouth. God, I had grown to love that taste. I was struggling to push the weight up, not that He had any intention of spotting me. I was struggling to breathe with that huge cock in my mouth and throat and that big ass ballsack covering my nose. But that scent was powerful.

That scent gave me the energy I needed to push through what was turning out to be the hardest sets of flat bench press in my life. I finished the set.

"Fucking good work, jessica. I didn't think you'd be able to do it.

Got my dick hard now though so time to take that pussy of your's again."

He moved to the opposite end of the bench and lifted my ankles to His shoulders. He entered me fairly easily thanks to class. He fucked me in that position for a solid ten minutes on the bench before yelling loudly, "take My nut, you fucking cunt!" I felt His body tense up and then flood my guts. I'm pretty sure everyone in the room stopped to watch Him breed me (although the white boys had to look from the corners of their eyes so as not to accidentally make eye contact while not sucking dick. He left me on that bench, exhausted and His cum leaking from my pussy. I cleaned the equipment and moved in to the incline bench. I wasn't messed with during this one or the remainder of my chest exercises. When I started the triceps, I walked over to the dip bars. I noticed the white boy punching bags were being removed from their hooks and carried out of the gym. I remember how very sorry I felt for them and hoped I would never have to serve in that capacity.

When I got up into position on the dip bars, I was approached by two young Black Officers. They stood next to me and watched my first set before saying anything.

"We don't agree with your form, white boy. We think you are moving too fast and not dipping down far enough. Lucky for you, We are here to help." One of them walked over to a box near the dumbbell rack and brought over a dildo on a tripod looking thing. They set it up under the dip bars and adjusted the height.

"This should be obvious what you gotta do here, boy. Better take it balls deep with each rep. This should slow you down and get you to the right depth. And We better hear your bitch ass say thank you every rep."

Fuck. Ok. I can do this. Challenge accepted (not that I had a choice).

I slowly dipped my body down onto the dildo until I felt the ballsack nudge my taint. Then I started back up. As soon as I had cleared the dildo I remembered to thank my Young Masters. I repeated this nine more times.

For the next set They required me to do weighted reps. Jesus. Ok. I can do this. The chained weight on the belt pulled me down onto the dildo. After rep five, I was whimpering. On the ninth rep I wanted to quit. I felt the stings of the Young Masters slapping my ass and demanding that I continue or get used as a punching bag. Damn right I found the energy to finish.

I was ordered to suck both of Their dicks right there next to the dip bar. Took a good fifteen minutes to get Them off. They both shot all over my face and ordered me to finish my workout without wiping it off.

I did as ordered. I completed my tricep exercises with two cum loads on my face and one leaking from my pussy. I can't say I was upset by this.

I was horny as fuck for the rest of my workout.

When finished, I felt like I'd had the best workout of my life. I was feeling happy. I went to join my fellow bitches who were waiting by the door in the submission pose on their knees. One of our Black Masters came over to lead us back to the bunk room. Of course, we had to crawl back. Through my one working eye (the other was shut from cum) I was able to see that the boy in front of me was also leaking cum from his pussy. I felt connected to him because of this for some reason. I knew the boy behind me was seeing the same thing from me and I wondered if he felt connected to me because of this as well. I hoped I remembered to ask when we were able to speak.

We made it back to the room.

"Douche, shower and shave. You bitches have 30 minutes until shift starts."

He locked us in the room and we all just sat on our asses for a sec to recover from the day's events.

"I am so fucking horny," I said out loud.

"Don't worry, that'll get fucked out of you during the shift.

There's no doubt you'll get a pussygasm while getting fucked at some point during the day."

Several of the boys responded to that by saying, "Amen brother," and "fuck yeah bitch". The older white officer took charge and told us all to head to the bathroom and start getting ready. While we were walking into the bathroom, one of the boys playfully slapped my ass and said, "I saw how well you took Sir Lee's beautiful big dick on that flat bench today. Took it like a champ, dude. Made us proud."

I was starting to feel like I was part of a team. I actually felt some pride when he told me that. There was no doubt in my mind that I was adapting to this new situation that I had been placed in. I douched and showered with the boys while enjoying playful banter between us. It was obvious that we were all enjoying the high of a good workout and, well, Black Dick.

We adorned our uniforms that had been placed in our foot lockers by white trustees (the actual slave labor in the facility). I noticed the shoulder patches and embroidered badge on my shirt was the same but the stitched on name tag was different. It read, "sweet pussy". I could think of worse things for it to say based on what I'd seen so far so I put it on.

We were kneeling in the submission pose with hands behind our heads when the door opened. It was Officer Washington that had come to retrieve us.

I know He saw me smile as my face was cast down to the floor in front of me.

"Miss Me, bitch?"

"So much so, yes Sir!"

He laughed and told us all to rise for inspection. I had already been shown how to do this in the showers a bit ago so I kept my hands behind my head and stood with my feet spread past shoulder length. I did notice out of the corners of my eyes that we all had on very tight uniforms.

Officer Washington had made His way over to me and was behind me. I felt Him grab my ass hard. In my crack. Like He was trying to finger me through my pants.

"I missed you too, sweet pussy. I'm looking forward to O/our next shift together."

I was in absolute awe of Him. I was genuinely looking forward to it as well. I could tell a few of the other boys in the room were probably jealous. Or at least that's what was going through my head anyway. He removed His hand and made His way to the door.

"Alright, let's go."

And with that, we were headed to the shift room. I had already been briefed in the showers about how we weren't expected to crawl while in uniform unless told to do so. We walked in a single file line with Officer Washington to the side of us.

"Cumdump, your hair looks good today. But it's missing something."

I noticed He was addressing the one named Conner. I'm guessing his name tag on his shirt was cumdump. Officer Washington then spit in his face as we were walking. Seeing He had missed the first shot, He spit again hitting the boy in his hair.

"Looks much better now."

"Thank You, Sir," cumdump Conner gleefully replied.

After a short walk, we made it to the shift room.

To be continued....

Next: Chapter 8


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