(Early Draft) - F*cked pt.4 - Housemates

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This is an early draft of the next chapter of 'Fucked', in which Dom and Jaz are forced to make a group video with their housemates and youtube stars, 'The Rowdy Boyz'. Unfortunately, two worlds will collide as they are all steered to Zalta's gym, with a lot of her similarly endowed clients lying in wait...

(This early draft doesn't have much sex in it, as it is a buildup to the serious amount of twink destruction being prepared in the second half!)

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Please note that this story contains some transphobic and futaphobic characters (that ultimately get their comeuppance), and their views are not that of the writer. It is merely flawed fictional characters. Always remember to love and support the LGBTQ+ community, publicly and privately. (It could save lives by doing so).

Much love – TSG123 x

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Dom wondered past the same trendy clothes stores found in every corner of Miami, leading to their shared apartment.

Soon to be… not quite so shared.

‘….By me at least.’

He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose, before adjusting his glasses as the sun cooked his forehead, although the heat was the least of his worries.

Jessica was expecting him to move in on Monday.

And he still hadn’t told the guys.

Well, apart from Jaz, not that Jaz wanted to talk about anything they had done that night and morning after with their respective ladies.

He wrung his shirt, ignoring the cars beeping at each other, the bikini-clad ladies who walked by. Before he might have ogled them on the way past, but now they seemed to pale in comparison to the goddess who had unravelled him like a piece of string.

Another feeling bubbled underneath… a sort of warm nervousness in his jiggling stomach.

“HEY, can I get a picture?!”

He whirled into a camera shoved under his nose.

“Uh.. y…yeah!”

The young boy who’d asked gave a big grin and selfied.

“Could I get one with you doing the Rowdy boy pose?!”

He groaned internally.

“Yeah, sure…”

The Rowdy boy pose had been created when they were teenagers. Now it felt somewhat vulgar, even to Dom who wasn’t exactly the most PC of people.

He gestured to his crotch with pointed fingers and thrust it forwards, and the camera clicked a few more times. Dom waited for a ‘thank you’, but the boy was already hurrying off, his head in his phone.

“Huh….”

He walked faster, hoping no-one recognised him.

“Hey, are y-!”

Dom didn’t turn his head, and jogged the last block back to the luscious apartment building, now rather unimpressive in comparison to Jessica’s, who was on another scale of wealth.

‘Maybe the guys will let me stay if they see how much money is in porn,’ he thought mirthlessly.

As it was, he only had a few days to break the news.

“It’s only Thursday… That leaves me with four days until Monday…”

Another part of him suggested just phoning it in.

‘Maybe I could convince Jessica to slow down?’

He snorted out loud.

If there was one thing that Jessica wasn’t, it was easily swayed. Hell she was manipulating him… blackmailing him even.

As if someone had activated a film projector in his head, he was brought back to the moment she had folded him in half, hanging over him so she could look straight into his eyes as she furiously pile-drived her dick over and over again into his ass, smacking his butt-cheeks with her hips as his anal rim spasmed uncontrollably around her girth.

“Hn..”

He found himself biting his lip on the elevator ride up.

‘Get a grip, you’re in public.’

He sighed, cooling himself, but when he walked into the flat it was with a spring in his step.

“What’s got you so happy?”

The spring in Dom’s step fell flat immediately.

The voice came from a young man on the counter, dressed in immaculate fitted black clothes and a smart shirt with the cutest babyface imaginable, his limbs so slender and delicate they looked like they might shatter if he moved them too fast, his milky-white skin pale to the point of potential vampirism. His voice in contrast was sharp, gaze intelligent.

“Oh… h-hey Benz.”

“Hey yourself. Tell me… Where have you been?”

“…Been?”

He peeled his eyes, adjusting a single hair in his bright blue mohawk, before casually checking blue varnished nails.

“You have been very hard to get hold of recently… you only started doing videos again this week…. infrequent uploads… and you’ve been avoiding us. Is there some sort of problem I need to know about?”

“What?! No!”

Benz looked him down with big glassy eyes that somehow became more snake-like than they should be, perhaps because of the way he squeezed his eyelids close together. His look became shrewd, analysing Dom like some sort of computer.

“… Right… Because remember that we have a product to maintain… a schedule. We are number eight in the youtube tier list, and right now number nine, some fucking music network channel in Bangladesh, is rising fast. We. Need. Those. Subs.”

“Right.”

“We cannot slip out of the top ten.”

“Cool… I get it man.”

He jumped up from the open kitchen island, kicking a rainbow-coloured slinky out of the way that had been used in some video or another and now lay discarded alongside various other useless instruments around the house.

“Do you?”

“Yeah… of course! We’re the Rowdy Boyz right?”

Benz regarded him for a moment, before grabbing a food container from the fridge (Benz ordered them via a health company to arrive every day with two nutritious, balanced meals a day so he wouldn’t have to waste time cooking).

“Alright then…. good to have you back.”

“Yeah… great….”

Dom waited for Benz to leave before grabbing a packet of crisps and jogging to the spacious living room filled with a further assortment of random items one would expect from a group of vloggers and online personalities; multi coloured bean-bags, two lava-lamps and neon trimmings surrounding a humungous plasma TV.

He dropped down onto one of the bean bags, sighing.

At least he hadn’t wanked in a day or two…. Not when he’d been railed by Jessica with his ankles in the air, put on his back like a common whore.

‘Huh… what is my life…?’

He thought about turning on a game, but considering that was work for him, decided against it.

There was no way he could tell Benz about moving out. Not a chance. He would rip his head off.

Dom pulled out his phone, opened Instagram and began to scroll mindlessly down.

It was unlikely, but Benz might even do his best to kick him out of the Rowdy boyz all together… maybe make some diss tracks out of it, milk it for all it was worth… He had seen him fire a cameraman for not getting the shot right three times in a row.

He checked his hundreds of likes, the DMs…

Random fans… bots… some weird nasty shit that he had given up blocking because it was so frequent.

Somehow the world felt smaller than it ever had.

He had to talk to someone.

He checked his follow list and found…

Celebrities. Hot girls. business partners. Nobody that was worth sharing.

His parents?

He chuckled, imagining trying to explain to his parents that he was moving in with a giantess who dabbled in porn.

‘Dabbled…. anyone who has watched transsexual porn will know who she is…’

He took out a breath and decided that it would have to be kept in-house. In his head he ran through the guys he lived with, and his closest mates.

Benz – too focused (and scary).

Duppie – too flippant.

Mark – earnest. Maybe?

He scrolled faster and faster, not really seeing anything.

It only left one person.

‘… Better than nothing.’

He sighed, closed his eyes, and pulled himself out of the bean bag which rustled lazily, before trudging down the sleek hallway towards Jaz’s room at the far end. The dull thud of music was coming through, which meant he probably wasn’t recording.

Dom grabbed the door and entered.

The room was the same as it always was, walls plastered with scantily-clad chicks smouldering and muscled dudes in various gym poses, shag-pile white carpet and leopard print blankets providing a playboy house feel.

Jaz sat in his gamer chair with headphones on, idly fiddling with something as he stared at the screen.

“Hey.. dude?”

Dom looked closer at what Jaz was watching; a girl gesturing to a long, thick phallic object, opening her mouth and sliding it easily into her mouth until it must have been around nine inches inside, gesturing to somewhere in the back of her throat, before easily pulling it out.

Dom watched, speechless.

It didn’t actually look like porn… it looked like…

‘A Tutorial?’

Jaz was watching intently, his hand on a stick which was pointing out of his mouth, a look of intense concentration on his face.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

Jaz wretched, and Dom let out a hoot as Jaz pulled a popsicle out of his throat like a magic trick, saliva blasting from his mouth like he was watering his carpet.

“GHLHlUCKkk-… hchck!-…B-brother can you knock?!?!?”

Dom was caught between mirth and confusion.

“Dude.. what the hell are you….”

The blush on Jaz’s face told the story.

“…Wait, you’re…. practicing for Zal-?”

“I’M JUST EATING A POPSICLE!” he shrieked, throwing it across the room.

“Yeah, seems like you were really enjoying it,” smirked Dom.

“FUCK YOU!” screeched Jaz, launching himself forward and shoving Dom out of his room as Dom began to howl with laughter.

“Bro, any other tips and tricks for blowjobs, just let me know yeah?”

Jaz’s face was incredulous as he made to close the door.

“Yeah, like you can talk, FAG.”

He slammed the door, leaving Dom staring at it in disbelief. The irony was clearly lost on Jaz.

After wrestling with potentially going back inside, Dom reckoned it best he should probably leave Jaz to practice sitting on a bollard or something.

Making his way back into his room, avoiding the suitcase in the centre of it which remained half-packed, he slumped down on his gamer chair, mindlessly twirling his phone.

An idea popped into his head.

He sighed, and typed the name into the search engine.

‘Jessica Deluxe’

Of course she was a verified account…

Immediately a smorgasbord of scantily-clad pictures were presented to his eyes. His dick was already warming up, hardening in his pants as he began to scroll much slower now, taking in each detail.

He loved the ones which outlined her bulge in gruesome detail, able to trace every veiny ridge of the sea monster through tight bikini-come-jockstraps. One photo in particular gave him pause. She was sitting on a beach, legs spread, bearing that cold, unflinching look on her face as she presented her raging bulge like a tentpole sticking out of the sand, an ugly spot of pre-cum leaking through the skimpy pink material.

Part of him wanted to jerk it right there for his Mama. The other part wanted to wait so she could fuck him in the ass for real.

His heartrate accelerated as he remembered how it had felt inside him.

It was even better than it looked.

As he scrolled further, he noticed some comments, and his temple began to pulse.

*Hey, can I come see you?*

*Where do u live?*

‘She doesn’t want you… She wants me,’ he thought, heart warming as he clenched the phone tighter.

He began to grab items and place them in the suitcase.

***

He found Jaz again over breakfast, with Benz sat across the table from him. Jaz looked distinctly uncomfortable.

Dom paused in the hallway.

“You didn’t stream last night,” said Benz, gulping down a special smoothie with the correct balance of proteins, carbs and nutrients to start the day.

Jaz squirmed.

“No…”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t feel like it… why do you care, it’s my channel, not yours.”

Benz gave him a widespread gesture.

“Well it AFFECTS us! People need to see our faces, or they’ll forget the ROWDY BOYZ exist….!”

Dom joined in with a smile.

“Yeah, two days without streaming’s really gonna kill our ten million subs.”

Benz rotated his jaw in a rather eye-watering fashion.

“Speak of the devil and he will eventually appear.”

“What, it’s nine am?”

Dom could feel a bit of his old swagger returning, and Benz couldn’t help biting at the bate.

“I meant after your little hiatus.”

“Hey, I could have been depressed.”

Benz rolled his eyes.

“Like that’s a thing.”

They both looked at him.

“… It’s definitely a thing.”

Benz looked like he wanted to say something unsavoury, but settled for switching on the charm.

“So, what are you planning on doing today?”

‘Pack? Oh by the way I’m leaving the house, good luck….’

“Ah nothing much… streaming…. eating…”

“Extra-curricular-activities,” added Jaz, sniggering.

‘… Did he really just say that?’

Dom raised his eyebrows at Jaz, and he was smart enough to stop sniggering, face reddening slightly.

“Yeah… right… anyways, what about you Benz?”

“Training… preparing for the solo skydive video.”

“Phew… better you than me.”

“Definitely,” grinned Benz, and they chuckled.

After nattering about various unimportant things, Benz eventually stood up, chucking his dishes into the sink.

“Thank God for paid cleaners… Dad used to tell me I’d have to get used to washing dishes,” he grinned. “Adios suckers.”

As Benz left, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence.

Jaz and Dom stared at each other. It was the first time they had been together alone, since the bathroom at St Pier’s restaurant.

“So uh….”

Jaz lapsed into silence. There was nothing to say.

Dom’s mouth stayed firmly closed. Somehow the words wouldn’t come.

A whirr nearby signalled that a robot vacuum cleaner had automatically turned on next to Dom’s foot and was driving straight into a box of video equipment, hopelessly clunking into it again and again.

“… That’s… one of the worst things we ever bought wasn’t it?”

Jaz chuckled.

“Yeah….

He seemed to be moving his lips as if he was rediscovering them for the first time.

“So… uh… you still moving?”

“Yeah… guess so.”

“You told anyone?”

He shook his head.

Jazz cracked a smile.

“Pppffft… brother, Benz is gonna MURDER you when he finds out….”

“Well that’s why I haven’t told him obviously.”

Dom began making cereal as he spoke, which helped not having to maintain eye contact..

“….You speak to Zalta?”

“… No.”

“….Still kicking cocksuckers out of the group?”

Jaz let out a snort, expression sheepish.

“Hey, don’t talk about that. You’re the one who got called a slut in public…”

It was Dom’s turn to snort.

“Sorry, but last time we spoke together you got side-tracked by the family-friendly activity of sucking your new girlfriend’s dick in a public restroom.”

Jaz looked around in case any of the others had woken up yet.

“Will you shut it?!....”

“Okay, okay… just joking…”

Jaz softened.

“Girlfriend….” he mouthed, mulling over the word…. “Well I haven’t seen her since that night.”

“It’s only been two days…. plenty of time.”

“Well.. I wasn’t… planning on…”

“Sure….”

The two began eating their cereal in silence.

After a minute of audible crackling and slurping, Dom piped up again.

“Dude… we can admit it was pretty fun going back to their place right?”

Jaz stiffened.

“I don’t recall.”

Dom snorted.

‘He can’t be serious.’

“Riight… what exactly slipped your mind?”

Jaz rung his shirt, cheeks aflame.

“Well…. I got drunk, so after the restaurant… I uh… I don’t remember.”

Dom only had to take one look at the way he was staring at a point several feet below his eyeballs to know that Jaz remembered every single thing that had happened last night, probably in quite explicit detail judging by how pink his cheeks were.

“Ah okay… well… if you still remember the restaurant I guess you still remember enjoying sucking cock in a bathroom stall right?”

Jaz went bright red.

“I guess you remember watching, creep!” he shot back, chest puffed out even though he’d never looked less sure of himself, hands clasping and unclasping.

Dom raised his hands at the daggers being pointed his way.

“Okay, okay…. Dude, look… I understand you’re going through some stuff right now… so am I…. and that’s okay.”

Jaz didn’t meet his eyes, fidgeting with his phone.

“But you liked her… still like her.”

The man in front of him looked much more like the boy he used to be, shoulders in, head bowed, gaze set firmly to the floor.

“It was a fling.”

“A fling?”

“Yeah.”

Dom couldn’t believe Jaz’s refusal to accept reality.

“So the part where she called you boyfriend and you liked it was just… what exactly?”

“Who knows why she’s fantasising….”

“You know she still has your hat right?”

“It’s fine.. I’ll… I’ll get it later.”

Dom’s eyebrows rose.

“Well you know we have a video tomorrow right?”

Jaz’s face lost some of its colour.

“Wait what? Tomorrow? But I don’t have my hat….”

“Dude, we haven’t made a video in like two weeks on the group channel, Benz would throw a hissy-fit.”

Jaz rolled his jaw as he looked off in the distance.

“O-okay… well… It’ll be fine. He probably won’t notice.”

***

A yellow sun flooded the park with a bruising heat, the grass a vibrant green, the smell of it freshly cut in the warm air.

Jaz and Dom arrived early, knowing full well It was never a good idea to be late when Benz was involved.

Benz himself was already there, glued to the latest I-phone. He didn’t acknowledge them, too busy muttering something into it about sponsorships.

“Should I tell him about the hat?”

“Definitely not.”

“What if he notices?”

Benz’s nose scrunched, thumbing something before scrolling down, oblivious to their presence nearby.

“I doubt he’d notice anything not related to views.”

The aim was to shoot a ‘public interaction’ video. Walk up to people, ask them silly questions; a staple of their channel’s revenue stream, and it was extremely important to start early before any crowds started gathering.

“’Sup guys!”

Mark, or as people affectionately knew him ‘Mackie’, wandered over. Loved by everyone he met, he was the least controversial and, hence, the least popular of the group online with barely two million subscribers, eschewing much of the overtly insulting humour that Benz, Dom and Jaz dealt often.

“Yo Mackie.”

The slightly rotund figure thrust his hands into his hoodie, bouncing towards them.

“Hey Dom… you alright?!? We thought you’d died!”

“Haha… Nah… just… just ill…”

Jaz snickered, but Dom trod on his foot (“Ow!”).

“Well… Good to have you back man… Honestly I think we should have done a video trying to find you, but Benz said not to draw attention to it…. OH by the way, I got a great idea for a new vid! We have to learn a new skill in twenty-four hours and compete in front of judges at the end.. haven’t worked out the details yet but….. can you pitch it to Benz?”

Dom grimaced. Benz never listened to Mark at the best of times, but Dom was pretty sure he himself wasn’t in the good books either.

If even one person had seen that video on the internet of him and Jessica…

‘Fuck.’

“Ah.. Sorry man… I don’t think I have much sway after I went uh… Awol…..”

Mackie turned hopefully to Jaz, but Jaz shook his head violently.

“Nah man…. Maybe ask Duppie.”

“You could just say it’s a bad idea guys…”

“Hey, it’s not!”

“Kinda is,” Jaz muttered, but Dom elbowed him.

“What idea???!”

A lanky figure jogged towards them, a rather gormless expression on his face and dressed in a violently coloured suit, this time a mix of fluorescent yellow and mud-brown that did not please the eye.

Mackie turned to him, “DUPPIE!… Good to see you man, listen….so I have this idea for-“

“Dooooon’t care.”

Mackie was about to reply until Duppie laughed and jumped on top of him.

“JUST joking bro, go on, shoot your shot.”

“OOF okay gerrrof getttoff-…..Uh okay… well… well it’s gonna be that we have to learn a different skill each in twenty-four h-“

A voice cut through the air.

“Good news!”

Smiles dropped as Benz strolling over, phone sliding into his pocket with a satisfied air.

“We just got ten thousand subs THIS WEEK, even without uploading a main channel video. If we can get back on schedule, with progress like this, we could get up to 6th in the world!”

Dom and Jaz made to say hi to the camera operators Stu and Frankie who had just arrived, but Benz clicked his fingers, demanding their attention.

“And thanks for finally showing your face Dom.”

The way he said it gave an impression of only mild contempt.

“.. yeah.. right. Sorry.”

Benz’s attention turned to Jazz… and a frown crept onto his face.

“Where’s your hat.”

Jaz twitched.

“Huh?”

“Your hat, where’s your hat, we’re doing a video, you need your hat. Your head looks too small without it.”

Jaz shifted, trying to look relaxed by leaning onto a tree but instead almost missing it.

“Hey I think…. I think I can do without it for one video, change it up you know?”

Benz stepped a little closer, his frown deepening.

“…. It’s part of your get-up. We need it in the videos because it identifies you more easily to casual viewers. If it goes missing that’s part of your signature look out of the window. You come with the hat. The hat comes with you.”

Jaz tried to give a casual smile, coming out as a pained grin.

“Yeah, yeah but… just for this vid.. maybe I could try something different…”

Benz’s expression slipped into something sour.

“Jaz, get the hat.”

Jaz wrung his shirt.

Benz’s flapped his arms.

“… Now!”

Dom could almost hear Jaz’s brain churning, perhaps wondering whether he could go to a costume shop and nick one. Unfortunately the black hat was a true Stetson; not so easy to fake.

“I-I don’t have it right now.”

Benz’s face darkened as the temperature of the room fell a few degrees.

“…. You don’t… have it?”

Jaz tried to put on a stoic tone.

“Yes. I don’t have it.”

Benz’s tone became so icy that Dom was surprised shards weren’t flying from the front of his face.

“So who does have it.”

Jaz’s cheeks went red, two cherry tomatoes lighting up the room.

His lack of an answer was almost worse than admitting the truth.

Benz put two fingers on the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain his calm, or perhaps stop too much blood rushing to his brain and exploding it.

When he spoke it was with precision, like a sniper.

“This, is, not, on.”

The idle chatter died away around them as his voice rose, the camera-guys no longer smiling off to the side.

“I worked SO HARD to make this channel, and now you’re fucking it up over some girl, right!? It is a girl, isn’t it?!”

Jaz’s head lowered.

“Fuck… Fucking Christ… Idiots, fucking idiots….”

Benz closed his eyes, silent for a moment. No-one dared interrupt him, and when he did speak everyone jumped.

“RIGHT, new plan!”

He turned to the cameraman, Stuart.

“Stu, start rolling.”

“Uh… what am I….?”

Benz’s nostrils flared.

“Did I ask you for your opinion or did I ask you to roll the fucking camera!?”

He shut up and in a matter of seconds was carefully pointing the lens at Benz’s face, counting down from five to zero with his free hand, and by the time he reached one, Benz’s demeanour had morphed into that of a genial, charismatic daytime television host, enthusiasm bursting from his pores.

The rest of the guys hitched awkward smiles onto their faces as they realised they needed to get on board sharp or risk Benz’s wrath.

“WELCOME, we are the ROWDY BOYZ, and today we will be doing…. A TREASURE HUNT!!!!!”

The guys looked on in confusion.

“Er what?!” said Dom, enthusiastically, trying to suppress a laugh that didn’t exist.

Benz chuckled, and placed an arm on his shoulder.

“WELLL bro…. we’re on a mission!…”

Mark chimed in.

“What mis-?”

Benz cut him off, the smile on his face so laced with underlying menace that Mark’s words died in his throat.

“The mission is….. FIND JAZ’S HAT!”

The guys’ eyebrows rose, led by Jaz’s whose brows went so high they almost left his face, his jaw going the other way.

“W-what?”

“THAT’S RIGHT JUICELOVERS, he lost his beloved Stetson, but don’t worry, we’re getting it back for ya buddy, AND for the fans, because that’s what it’s all about!! It’s about YOU GUYS!”

He gestured to the camera, grinning through his teeth.

“Now… Jaz, WHERE did you leave your hat last??”

“Uh…..”

The camera panned to face him, and he tried his best to look upbeat and excited.

“Uh… I left it with a friend!”

Benz cocked his head.

“Now-now…. Let’s not be coy, was it JUST a friend?”

He waited as Jaz dithered, before waving his hand.

“CUT!...”

Everyone waited for the outburst that was coming. Somehow all the people playing in the distance, just like one should in a park, seemed a million miles away. Benz checked his corners to make sure no-one was recording before laying in.

“…. GUYS, when I make that joke, you fucking laugh properly, yeah?” he spat at them, before rounding on Jaz, “and when I ask you where did you leave your hat, you’re gonna tell us who it is, and then call them. You got their number right?”

Jaz seemed to be pooling into a brown puddle on the floor.

“Y.. yeah….”

“RIGHT… Also Dappie, crouch a bit, you’re too tall in the frame.”

He motioned to Stu to put the camera on him again and reproduced his chameleonic smile.

“Yeah? Okay…… *three*.. *two*……….. Now-now, let’s not be coy, was she JUST a friend?!?”

The guys laughed loud, Dom bending over, whilst watching Jaz’s face turn bright red. It wasn’t often he’d ever felt sorry for the guy, but this was one occasion.

“Ahhhhh you could say that!!”

“Haha, guess we’ll have to find out now!....Call her.”

“A… are you… sh-shouldn’t we…”

The grin on Benz’s face looked nightmarish as it somehow got wider.

“Call her Jaz.”

Jaz sniffed, bringing his phone up and pressed a finger on the ‘dial’ button.

“Speaker.”

Jaz whimpered, pressing so that the dial tone was audible to all, and Benz chuckled whilst making eye contact at the rest of the group, who automatically chuckled back with as much brevity as they could muster.

It seemed to go on forever, and then the dial-tone ceased, a muffled noise of someone perhaps breathing on the other end pricking everybody’s ears.

Benz’s eyes narrowed.

The air was briefly sprinkled with the sound of birds and people playing around them, one or two watching or pulling out their camera phones.

Then a woman’s voice, slightly lower than average, with a southern twang cut through the noise, distorted.

“…….Hi?”

Dom watched Jaz’s mouth open and close like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Uh…. Hey.. it’s… it’s Jaz.”

The voice immediately became smoother and deeper.

“Ohhhhh hey honey… I thought you’d call sooner….”

“Ha yeah.. yeah…”

Benz made a gesture like he was trying not to cry laughing, and the rest took the hint and began giggling, covering their mouths.

“… So, what’s up cowboy?”

“Uh… um.. do you… do you still have my hat?”

Dom glanced at some of the people nearby who were trying to subtly sneak closer with their phones.

‘Please don’t catch this…’

If word of Jaz and Zalta got out…. Him and Jessica would be following straight after.

Zalta paused, and when she spoke again her tone was so delicious and sultry that even Dom could feel his insides warming slightly.

“Why sure honey… wanna come wear it for me?... Just the hat…”

Jaz’s cheeks were bright red, sweat dappling his brow as the guys all sniggered and chortled around him.

“Uh… i-if I could just get the hat….”

Benz shook his head furiously.

Jaz looked like he wanted to cry.

“.. I mean.. actually maybe if… a-are you up to much now?”

“Oh I’m just doing a PT session in the gym at the moment…. Maybe later?”

Benz shook his head vehemently, pointing down at the ground. Now.

“Um.. sorry, I really… I really need it… can I.. come to see you?”

The voice on the other end seemed like it was trying to hold back excitement.

“Oh well honey absolutely… damn, seems like you might be hankerin’ for a little extra sausa-“

Jaz jabbed the red button with his thumb, the phone almost slipping from sweaty hands.

Benz raised his arms, the fake mirth in his tone almost faltering.

“HEY… no fair Jaz, why’d you stop it!”

“Didn’t mean to… f-finger slipped.”

Dom didn’t need to see the expression on Jaz’s face of pure terror to know he was lying.

“Well, I guess you’d better call her back,” said Benz firmly.

Jaz gave a nod despite the muscles in his neck protesting against it, and slowly pressed redial.

After a second, the voice was back.

“Hey… Everything alright?”

“Ah.. Yeah.. look I’m with friends right now but… ah… is it… is it okay if they come too? Today?...”

Zalta snorted.

“Uh, sure… but I’m at work, and there’s gonna be a lot of my kinda girl if you know what I mean…”

Benz cocked his head, a curious expression on his face as Jaz looked like he was in the process of swallowing a metal gobstopper.

“My kinda girl?” Benz mouthed.

It now looked like the gobstopper was fully blocking Jaz’s windpipe.

“F-fine… sure.. if you could just send the location…”

“Sure thing…. You okay sweety?”

Jaz’s face softened a touch.

“Y.. yeah… Thanks… I’ll see you soon.”

“Great.”

He hung up, and put the phone back in his pocket, putting on as casual an air as he could manage.

Benz didn’t give him a moment, getting straight in his face whilst subtly gesturing the camera man to get in close.

“What did she mean by ‘my kinda girls’?! That sounds innnnnnteresting..!”

Jaz looked like he was trying to hold his breath underwater, his eyeballs popping.

“Just…..uhh… fitness chicks….”

Benz’s eyes, faced away from the camera, became cold and clinical for a second, examining Jaz’s face like he was a lab rat about to be dissected.

“Hn… Right…… Guess we’ll find out!.”

The tension felt high enough that it cut through the morning humidity before Benz signalled for the camera to stop recording, and dropped the chummy smile from his face, taking a deep breath to resume his real-life character.

“Right… let’s go.”

Jaz wrestled his fingers against each other.

“Uh.. hey Benz…..”

“Shut up.”

He flinched as Benz marched out in front whilst gesturing for everyone to follow.

***

Ten miles away, a tall figure wearing black leggings and a tight tank-top dropped the phone in her gym bag, and turned back to the young curly-haired brunette who was re-racking a 50kg bar on the squat rack, glutes and thighs pumped through bright yellow leggings wrapped around every inch of her legs.

“Sorry about that… personal call,” said Zalta.

“No worries,” Clem responded, sitting up with sweat dappling her body.

She was slim, but growing, and Zalta was pleased with the work they had been doing as she already had a hell of an ass exploding behind her.

“I know that face,” the younger girl panted, a wily grin coming to her face, “you gonna tell me what you got going on?”

Zalta chuckled, her cheeks warming.

“Shut up Clem, you need to prep yourself for your next set.”

“Are you blushing?”

Zalta grunted, but the excitement was clear in the way she tried to keep her face straight, struggling to stop her mouth bursting upwards into a radiant smile.

“Oh you ARE blushing! My God, someone’s head over heels…”

“Shut up or I’ll make you do planks for the rest of the session… But...”

She leaned in, brushing the one side of her hair back over her ear.

“… he’s totally my bitch.”

The girl whooped, and a few of the other women who were mid-cycle, bicep curl and chest press glanced over.

“What’s all the commotion?!”

“Hey Clem, why don’t you shut it, the leggings are loud enough.”

Zalta smirked.

“Well… seeing as we have your attention ladies… we’re actually going to be having some guests.”

This perked them up, muscles flexing, some pausing mid-rep, their eyes keen and interested.

“Ey is this like when Clem brought that one dude for all of us?”

“Yeah, he barely lasted through me and Pasha before he was limp as a fish.”

Zalta smiled.

“Well… if I’ve read this guy right… I reckon he’s bringing a few twinks to meet us…”

The women’s eyes grew hungry, some of them grinning with their teeth bared a little too wide. Pasha, a raven-haired woman with fake botoxed lips, a humungous chest and a permanent resting bitch-face looked like she was ready to attack, her hands flexing subconsciously.

“I want one.”

“Woah, let’s see how many there are first…”

Clem’s voice was a little higher behind Zalta.

“But… should we be.. nice?”

Zalta turned back to her, and spoke loud enough for the whole gym to hear.

“…….No.”

***

Dom watched Jaz as he stepped out of the car, looking like he’d just been at sea for too long, his face an odd tinge of green. Without his hat he looked strangely naked.

“You okay?”

Jaz looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion, pushing his grimace into a mirthless smile as the cameramen raised their lenses and began to follow them.

Benz was leading the way.

“So, your hat is here huh?”

“Uh.. yeah, yeah it is…..”

“Care to tell our awesome fans why??”

Jaz stammered.

“Uh.. uh because I… it was a bet…”

“A BET?”

“A… yeah… my friend… she bet me that… that I couldn’t uh… eat a raw onion,” he finished lamely.

“Thrilling,” drawled Benz, which drew canned laughter from the rest of the guys, Dom included. “Well, lead the way Columbus!”

Jaz put on his bravest face again and marched into the lift, even pausing to trip up Dom on his way in. For a moment it felt like the old times as Dom shoved back, and they jostled each other in the lift all the way up, the cameramen right up to their faces as they traded silly quips back and forth, the other guys laughing at their jibes.

“You’re nothing without your hat.. maybe you can discover a personality!”

“Did you dye your pubes blond as well?”

“Ask your mom!”

By the time they reached the top, Jaz was almost in good spirits as they jostled out to a large gym area, the cameramen fanning out either side to capture the entrance.

Huge machines were line in perfect rows, pillars with mirrors and punching bags hanging in one section, a row of treadmills and running machines lining another, looking out throw large bay windows onto the sunny Miami streets below. Heavy dance music surged through speakers arrayed around the ceiling, and the place smelled of cleaning fluid and sweat.

There was one odd thing about this particular gym that separate it from any he’d been in before.

The gym was filled entirely with tall, muscled women.

The boys’ eyes all widened at the array of tight-gym gear hugging crevasses far too tightly, a woman with raven-black hair bent over a machine, her ass in the air and as plump and juicy as a freshly plucked peach. Over there a slim girl with a noticeable amount of junk in her trunk was doing lunges, a long-blond haired pornstar doing a chest machine that was pushing her quite wonderful breasts together in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

It felt like there wasn’t enough air conditioning for all the heat, the air humid with the sweat of women pounding weights, others curved in floor exercises or snorting their way through deep, cheek-busting squats.

It took a long time for any of the boys to speak. Benz was the first.

“Hey this is……. perfect…. Girls in fucking lycra shorts in the gym… nothing like a bit of gratituitous ass to boost viewing figures! I bet they’d wet their fucking undies to get in a video….”

Benz was mid-sentence when he paused.

One of the girls, a heavyset black woman with her hair in a bun, clanged her hip strengthening machine back to centre, wresting his attention. A proud chest pointing straight at him, rings and gold jewellery adorning her fingers, wrists and neck. She was staring at him as she reversed her legs, pressed them wide, revealing her crotch pointed straight at him.

Benz’s eyes bugged out.

There was a humungous bulge in there, like a coiled snake.

“What the….”

Stu panned his camera round and paused, frozen in place as the woman’s legs slid inwards, the weight sliding back down in the machine, before she grunted and pressed her legs wide again.

Benz whinnied.

This time there was a growing crotch-tent aiming straight at his face.

The woman winked.

Whatever Benz was thinking did not reach his face through the shock as he blinked, trying to understand for a moment if he was just imagining it, but there was no mistaking the now raging tent trying to split her shorts in two, the girl chuntering as she forced her thighs closed, open, closed, and open again, taking a lot longer to closer her legs than to open them.

Benz had forgotten what he was saying, forgotten everything rattling around in his head. Statistics, video plans, editing decisions, general incompetence…. Everything fell away from that woman staring into his soul, huge plump lips and long fake lashes as immovable as rocks as she continued to pump, and pump, and pump.

Her abs were sweating, a trickle making it’s way between the plates, her definition obscene.

“Uh… what…”

The boys began to realise as they stared around them, with growing trepidation: every single lady here was similarly packing in their crotch department.

The raven-haired woman bent over had shifted her legs wide so that her leggings now had a small shotgun holstered down one inside leg; the girl doing lunges had turned, revealing a kettle-bell bulge in the centre of her shorts.

One by one every woman in the gym showed in some way that, in no uncertain terms, they were packing prodigious heat. In response, every single man in the room began to sweat like the temperature had been ramped up to cauldron-hot.

“Holy shit….” murmured Duppie.

Dom was having a different sort of sensation, his eyes glued to a woman in the corner who was doing some sort of yoga exercise, curling her spine on all fours, first up, then down. Her rather cold features were creased into a look of deep concentration, a light sheen of sweat running down to lips that he had come to know well over the past few nights, and her pink workout gear looked like it had packed in her incredible curves with viscous disregard for how much skin was still on show.

Jessica.

Adrenaline kicked in as mind-numbing lust threatened to overtake him, his first instinct to sprint towards her, but he steeled himself, wrenching his gaze from the woman who had just uncurved her spine, and was now raising her legs and arms in tandem, keeping two on the floor and two up, her body as straight as a bar of iron.

Dom’s mouth started watering, because he knew… none of these girls compared to Jessica. At least, not in his mind. A memory of the warmth and cosiness of her curvaceous body pumping up against his made him shiver in delight, the scent of her sweat almost tangible in the air.

Don’t look or you’ll give yourself a hard-on…’

He could already fell the heat building in his gut.

‘God don’t get hard…’

Who knows what Benz would be willing to upload for views?

Stu the camera-man was one of the first to un-freeze, tapping Benz gently on the shoulder.

“D… did you want me to record this?”

Benz jolted, and then glowered.

“O…. o-of course you fucking idiot, do you think our audience isn’t going to be interested in a bunch of girls with boners?!?”

Bryan shrugged, and then Benz adjusted his face to be overly happy again, waiting for Stu to give him the all clear, back in presenting mode.

*three, two, one…*

“Alright guys, HHHEEeerrree we are! Looks like we’re out looking for a gym bunny…. I think Jaz’s… FRIEND… should be nearby!”

Just as Jaz was about to squirm, a shadow fell across them, and all eyes swept up to see Zalta looming over them, a measured look on her face. Stu lowered his camera, lip wobbling as she gave him a single finger wag.

“Hey boys, can I help you?”

Most were speechless. Benz managed to cobble something together.

“Ah YES…. We’re ah… we’re um… looking for his… hat.”

It seemed quite stupid, but as soon as he pointed to Jaz, Zalta’s body language changed completely, her arms unfolding, turning to him with her chest coming forwards confidently, tone softer.

“Hey cutie…”

Jaz looked like he simultaneously wanted to run into her arms, out of the window and into a brick wall at the same time, managing a jerky wave of his hand.

Benz looked between them in confusion and growing understanding.

“No… you… and her…..?”

Jaz looked like he might have forgotten to bring his liver, his face going yellow.

“Well… Umm…”

Benz smirked.

“Goodness Jaz….. I wouldn’t have thought she was your type…”

Zalta eyed the boys with a sharp gaze, taking in the cameras and the way Benz was eyeing Jaz up like he was about to give him a wedgie and take his lunch money.

Her tone was commanding, and cut through the noise.

“No, we never did anything sexual, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Benz licked his teeth, deflated slightly, but un-scrunched his nose quickly before turning on the charm.

“Haha.. of course I wouldn’t pry… Your private lives are your private lives….”

Jaz gave Zalta a warm smile, and Zalta winked at him, maintaining her dismissive air towards Benz.

“Correct.”

Benz gestured around at the ladies in a variety of open poses, although none of them acknowledged the boys’ presence, busy in intense workouts or firing weights into the air with practiced ease.

“What exactly is this establishment?””

“It’s a gym… seems you boys have yet to visit one.”

She looked him up and down, and Benz went bright red.

“Haha…. of course, we’re too busy ah… having sex and whatnot…”

“Sure.”

He continued to pry.

“… but this gym seems.. different.”

Zalta seemed somewhat proud when she responded.

“Well… it’s a space where we can work out in without bothering you fine young men with our ah… extras, you know?…. Let it all.. hang out, so to speak…”

“Right…”

Benz’s eyes lit up, flickering to the camera just to confirm that the red light was indeed on.

“.. that’s super interesting.. and why do you all have this ah… extra equipment….”

He made sure to give an obvious smile to the guys so that they either tittered back on command, or pretended to stifle laughs.

The woman smirked.

“I don’t know… same way God gave you a pussy judging by your ah.. lack of any notable physical qualities down there…”

She gestured to his crotch and Benz froze, and the boys this time all sniggered for real.

“E-excuse me?”

She grinned, nodding towards his crotch.

“Maybe I was mistaken… But I don’t see anything in those pants… Tell me, how much action does it get between your thumb and forefinger?”

Benz went bright red, a nerve most certainly touched, and his next comment was accompanied by a light spray of spittle.

“Well, well… I didn’t realise that some women are just dick-swinging freaks!”

The guys all froze, eyes wide. He’d never had an outburst to someone outside the crew before.

Zalta pursed her lips into a mocking pout, unfazed.

“Oooh did I offend the little boy and his baby pee-pee?”

Benz looked like a balloon about to pop, his face bright red, but as he was about to retort with vitriol Zalta waved his protests aside, taking on a calming tone.

“Relax there big boy, look, how’s this for a peace offering…”

She leant her elbow on him, making his face curl into one of disgust, and gestured to the gym.

“.. I’ll let you film in our gym, and let your rather ah…. Intrusive cameramen….”

She gestured to Stu who was pointing a camera over at one of the girls mid-squat, lowering in time with her to catch the full pump of her glutes in the ludicrously tight lycra leggings.

“… Film us….. and in return you boys will let me and my girls here give you each a personal training session. Free of charge, to make up for me being so mean… Hell I’ll even bring Jaz his hat by the end of today if he really needs it that badly.”

Benz dampened the unsavoury look on his face. In business terms it was a good deal… The chance to shoot an almost certainly viral video with these super-hot freaks, to humiliate Jaz… It was all the content he needed. Twenty million views, easy.

He pulled himself from under her elbow, dusting his shoulder before motioning for the cameras to roll once more.

“Could you repeat all that to camera?”

Zalta smirked, and folded her arms. “It’s your show.”

Benz tried not to let the frustration show on his face, taking in a deep breath.

“Okay then…. Okay if you gather your ah… ladies… and we can start?”

***

“WELCOME guys and girls, to BLAHBLAH gym!”

The boys all cheered, pretending to do stretches or give grousing faces to the camera as they posed their weedy biceps and stringy muscles, Jaz the only one with any definition worth flexing for.

“With me we have our Rowdy Boyz…. and here on our left we have… The DELTA GYM LADIES!”

The camera panned to a collection of women so fit and toned they looked like an Olympic volleyball team, tall defined muscles and heavily toned, bulging quads everywhere, and each girl seemed to have something that stood out. Zalta’s height, almost a head above the rest, Clem with her young, slim body but pert butt, Jessica with her prodigious cleavage and Pasha, the raven-haired woman with razor-sharp cheeks and a look that could freeze a man at forty paces.

Zalta eyed Jaz with eyes that would have glowed red if they could, almost slavering from her jowls as she looked him up and down, and he gave a red-faced smile out of the corner of his mouth, wary of the cameras, and Dom’s fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting as Jessica watched him with an inscrutable expression that he knew hid a mountain of secret affection.

“… They’ve happily agreed to help us with this video by letting us into their private gym!”

The girls’ smiles became less natural as the camera panned down to their crotches, but the girls had made sure that their ‘assets’ were well tucked away before the filming had started, and the camera quickly moved on.

“Assholes,” Jessica growled under her breath.

Her cock ached fiercely being taped underneath her, but hopefully, the amount of boy-meat for the girls would more than make up for it.

“We’ve tracked Jaz’s hat down to one of these fine ladies, but which one??! Well, they’ve agreed to tell us… if we each agree to a personal training sessions with one of them… Are you guys ready??!”

The girls smiled and nodded.

“I hope you’re ready!” said Zalta

“We were BORN ready,” Benz grinned.

They laughed for a few seconds.

“AND CUT!”

He clicked his fingers and motioned Stu and Frankie to heft the cameras with them, along with Fozzie who had only just caught up with them.

“Camera one follow Dom, Duppie and Mark, Camera two me and Jaz… and as for the ladies…”

He smiled at the girls who all cast a stern gaze in his direction.

“… Well, I guess Jaz can go with his… friend.”

“Ah shame… Guess I get the hot one” sighed Zalta which provoked a few titters from both parties, smirking at Jaz, who seemed excited and scared in equal measure, docile like a puppy before he was led away.

Benz watched them go with a nasty look, before turning to the rest of the ladies.

“… And I’ll go wiiiiiith….

He pointed at Jessica.

“….you.”

Something in Dom’s temple pulsed.

Jessica didn’t move a muscle.

“No.”

Benz sighed, “look, for the video let’s-“

Jessica replied with a harsh enough tone that he paused mid-sentence.

“I said no.”

She followed up by walking to Dom and snaring him by the collar, before pulling him unceremoniously away from the group.

“…”

“I think she likes him,” Duppie chuckled, and the rest joined in, not realising that the cold-faced woman was watching him like a hawk, the barest flicker of her upper lip hinting at mirth.

Benz, who didn’t like being out of control, looked like he was going to say something spiteful, but managed to reign it in, taking a deep breath in through his nose before turning to the rest of the women.

The black woman slowly slipped her tongue out of her mouth, and made a circle across her lips, leaving them wet.

Benz felt a chill inhabit his body.

He broke eye contact quickly, fidgeting with his shirt, instead focusing his attention on the cold-faced woman.

“Alright then…. how about w-“

The cold-faced woman grapped Duppie so fast he barely had time to say “Oh!” before he was being manhandled almost violently towards the treadmills.

“-e take…”

Benz watched them go with a somewhat lost expression, his arms falling to his sides.

“Well…”

The bruising black woman who had been showing her bulge to him stepped a little closer.

He bristled, the colour leaving his face.

“I’I think I’ll go with-“

He looked over at the younger girl who was already jumping straight into Mark’s arms, and Mark staggered back, falling to the mat with her on top of him.

“Wooo! Floor exercises already?” she asked with a cheeky grin, and Mark started laughing with her, although he let out a small wheeze as her hand snaked down and openly grabbed between his legs.

“OOhhf!”

Benz looked at the pair with incredulity, then at the camera man who was zooming in on the hand openly grabbing Mark’s crotch, kneading at the small, lumpy collection of objects inside Mark’s trackie bottoms that was obviously his cock and balls.

“Stu, are you g-“

Something came into contact with his side, and he looked sideways, and then up into the face of the black woman. She looked ravenous.

He could feel the heat from her rock-hard belly as it pressed against his arm, the two-piece gym-gear leaving open midriff where her sweat could rub against his skin.

“U-uh… that’s a little unfriendly of you!” he said in a charming, internet-personality vlogger voice, although it was far higher pitched than usual.

“OH trust me, I’m reaaal friendly,” she said in a hoarse voice that sounded like she ate gravel every day for fun.

Benz felt his extremities go numb, somehow maintaining the winning smile which was faltering towards dislike and outright fear.

“Ah… Good! Then, I think we should start on the b-“

She grabbed and pulled him before he had finished his sentence.

“-icycles…?!”

His face twisted between fear and disdain as he was pulled towards the squat rack, the cameraman following and getting as close to her prodigiously toned ass as possible, as well as the back muscles rippling like a hive of small creatures all working together to shift her mighty frame.

She looked like she contained the leg-power of an explosive sprinter with the upper muscles of a body-builder.

Benz whimpered as he was manhandled away from everyone else towards the squat rack tucked into the corner.

Each woman split off to their respective sections of the gym, the cameramen doing their best to follow the action.