Her Muscles Are No Longer His Concern
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com  from an idea by Greatguy87 
edited by michael-leonard


She flirts with a guy and her boyfriend is not pleased. Too bad for him....

It was the first time I'd been to a gym since a knee injury ended my baseball
career in senior year of college four years ago. I'd changed my major and
begun a successful career as a web developer, but the sedentary nature of the
work was taking a toll on my health and fitness. Even working from home you
have to put in the hours, and without my own home gym I was on my way to
getting seriously out of shape. As tall as I am, getting paunchy would look
seriously screwed, as well as being seriously unhealthy.

I decided to go to one of those 24-hour places late at night so as not to
embarrass myself in front of a bunch of hard bodies. It seemed to have worked
out perfectly, as there was almost no one in the humongous facility at that
hour, and even the guy behind the front desk dozed most of the time except
when a chime on the front door indicated someone was entering or leaving.

I hit a number of the exercise machines by way of a warmup and then jumped on
an elliptical trainer for a long aerobic workout, my goal being to increase my
stamina and burn as many calories as possible to reduce the love handles
forming around my middle. By the time I finished a couple of miles I was in
serious need of hydration, and the closest water fountain appeared to be in
the large mirrored alcove where the free weights were located. I made a
bee-line for it and was sucking up as much water as I could when suddenly I
was startled by a sudden exhalation and a then a loud grunt of effort. I
turned to see a rather short but really muscular guy on the bench press,
struggling under a weight bar loaded with what seemed equal to or slightly
greater than his own body weight. After one successful rep he attempted a
second. He grunted and pushed but was losing the battle, his arms and chest
shaking with their last reserves of strength. He struggled until his spotter
grabbed the bar and easily assisted him in getting it back up onto the rack
above him.

It was then that my mouth fell open and I stood there transfixed. His spotter
was perhaps the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen.

She was a tall, tanned, blonde woman of about 30, with broad shoulders, big
but not huge breasts, a narrow waist, and sturdy hips resting on long, shapely
muscular legs. Her waist-length hair was gathered in a loose single ponytail
that cascaded down her back to where it barely touched the top of the fullest,
roundest, tightest ass in all the world. Her two steel buns looked capable of
crushing anything placed between them, but my primal male inner self
nevertheless immediately thought of several things I wanted to put there. Both
her arms and legs were a little big but incredibly shapely, a size required to
balance-out the powerful dimensions of the rest of her body. She was extremely
well- proportioned, like a dancer or gymnast or a competitor on the Gorgeous
Ladies of Wrestling, something like that. I was already imagining a number of
possible roles for her beauty and power in my rich fantasy life later on... a
fantasy life resulting from not dating anyone for a while.

She traded places with her partner and slid under the weight to position her
gloved hands on the bar. With almost no noise and very little apparent effort
she moved the weight off the rack and lowered it to her chest, then pumped it
up to where her arms were almost fully extended, then back down again and up,
repeating the motion over again for ten repetitions. Her arms and chest
expanded incredibly with each one, seeming to double in size when flexed. When
finished, she gently put the bar back up on the rack, her spotter reaching to
assist but backing off when she scoffed "Never mind! I've got it, already."

With a hurt, offended look on his face, he muttered, "I'm hittin' the restroom
for a whiz" and walked off in a huff. After he left, she quickly lifted the
weight off the rack and did another ten reps, again seemingly without effort
and almost no noise. When finished, she again gently replaced the bar, sat up,
and removed her gloves. She dismounted the bench, stood up, and walked over to
the fountain where I was standing, a slightly amused smile on her regal face.
Her deep blue eyes danced as she seemed to take all of me in at a glance. Her
movement was mesmerizing, a fluid cat-like grace that exuded power as she
slowly sauntered past me. She took a long, luxurious drink of cold water, then
straightened up and looked me in the eyes.

"You might want to put your tongue back in your head," she laughed. "I think
you're starting to drool a bit."

"Oh!" was all I could think to say as I felt the heat rise in my face,
blushing what I knew would be a pinkish red. "I'm SO sorry I was staring, I...
uh... Jeeze! You don't even need a spotter, and that's a boatload of heavy
weight."

"I'm beginning to think I don't need THAT spotter," she said, as much to
herself as me. "Don't be sorry about staring," she brightened, smiling a
dazzling smile. "When a girl gets an intense, vacant stare from a man, she can
either brood about what a pig he is, or take it as a supreme compliment. I
choose the latter option. Besides, I'm kind of attracted to tall, lanky men
like you. I've always heard most of them are really well-hung. Is that true of
you?"

"Uhhhhh, well...." I stammered.

I knew I was turning beet-red now, and she obviously enjoyed making me that
way. She pressed on without waiting for a definitive answer. "You look pretty
athletic even if you are thin. Are you a basketball player, maybe?"

"Baseball" I said, wondering where this was going. "Used to be, anyway."

"Oh! I don't suppose you're another "Big Unit"?" she said with a wink.

"Randy Johnson was a pitcher. I played first base, since I'm tall and have
quick hands," I said. Little did I realize I was playing into HER hands.

"Oh, I bet you do," she said, playing with her hair while she bit her lower
lip slightly. My head swam as the blood left my face, head, and neck and
drained away toward my nether regions to fill the two larger-than-average
reservoirs inside my larger-than-average organ which promptly enlarged to its
full capacity and felt as hard as stone. She looked down at my involuntary
reaction, giggled, then again looked deep into my eyes as she moved closer and
lightly put her hand on the straining bulge in my gym shorts. "I knew it!" she
grinned. "You're quite the stallion, aren't ya?" She gave it a little squeeze
and I gasped, unable to reply further because the jolt of ecstatic pleasure
had short-circuited my brain.

"Ohhhh..." was all I could muster.

"HEY!" echoed from across the room. The Muscular Munchkin had returned from
his restroom break without us hearing him. The bastard must not have flushed.
He stormed across the room at a fast walk. "That's MY woman you're hittin' on,
asshole!" he said through clenched teeth. "Back off."

"For your information, SHE was hittin' on ME," I said with false bravado.
"Maybe you should tell HER to back off." I don't know where that came from. I
might have been 6'3" to his 5'7", but he had some obvious muscle that looked
like they could do some serious damage.

"Why you PUNK! I'll clean your clock," he said, advancing on me. When he got
within range he launched a fist missile right at my face. I flinched to avoid
it, but just before he connected there was a blur between us. Suddenly there
was a hand holding his fist in check, and a gorgeous female body separating me
from my attacker.

"Stop it, Mikey!" she commanded. "The boy's right. I was having a little fun
with him, is all. You know how I like to tease...."

"Bullshit!" he spat. "THIS IS BETWEEN HIM AND ME, DANA!" he bellowed. "LET ME
AT HIM!"

"I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM, MIKEY" she bellowed back with obvious authority.
"I'm tired of your macho crap, and it ends now. If you think you can get past
me to reach him, you're welcome to try... or are you afraid of a little girl?"

"STOP CALLING ME MIKEY! YOU KNOW I HATE THAT!

"Whatcha gonna do about it, huh, Mikey?" she said, quietly mocking him.

"FINE, I'LL KICK BOTH YOUR ASSES, THEN!" He popped her with the other fist, or
tried to: She caught that one, too, and now held both his fists with her
hands. Damn she was fast!

"I don't think so" she said matter of factly. She closed both of her somewhat
larger hands around his fists and slowly began to crush them. I mean she was
really crushing them; I heard a kind of crackling noise, like the little
joints were tearing. He yelped, but she continued crushing them while she bent
his hands down at the wrist, in a very cruel game of Mercy that he'd already
lost. "Down" she commanded quietly, "to your knees. Good!" It was like she'd
said "Good dog" because he'd obeyed his master, er, mistress.

"AAAGH!" He screamed as she forced him down to his knees in front of her. "LET
GO! AAAGH!"

"Say please.... I said, SAY PLEASE, MIKEY!"

"AAAAGH! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO! AAAGH! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING ME!" He was
squirming against the pain, trying to pull away from her, but she held him
fast.

"Okay, Mikey, I'll let go. But first you have a job to do -- you know, the one
you hate so much." She stepped forward while pulling his arms behind her
waist, planting his face squarely in the crotch of her workout shorts. "Move
the cloth to the side with your nose and work your tongue in there where it
counts. Understand?" I was still behind her so I couldn't see, but I think he
nodded weakly because she said "Good boy!" Again, it sounded like "good dog"
the way she said it. He must have made an attempt to get the job done, because
I heard what sounded like little slurping noises, and soon she began to
wriggle and pump her sexy hips forward against his face. "See, that's not so
unpleasant, is it?" His reply was muffled by her enveloping pussy, but I'm
assuming he said 'no' whether he meant it or not. I was so hard watching her
intimidate and control him that I felt like my member might force itself
through the fabric of my shorts.

In a minute however, she kind of growled and dropped his hands. She put both
of her hands on the back of his head and forcibly pulled his face even further
forward into her sweaty, meaty, heavenly 'V'. He might have been doing what he
was told, but he was whimpering and sobbing at the same time, so I don't think
his heart was really in it. Her look of frustration grew, and with another
growl she forced his face even farther inside her and worked it back and forth
with her hands until it felt good for her, his need for breath be damned. He
squirmed, but she took no notice, apparently having worked him into the sweet
spot she needed.

Her head kind of lolled back and she sighed loudly. "Mmm" she said
unconsciously. He began squirming even though his head was held fast, however,
and when his body started involuntarily twitching I knew he was about to go
unconscious. Dana seemed lost in her sexual reverie and hardly noticed.
Suddenly all his movements ceased and he went limp, slumping against her. Even
though she had a firm grip on his head, she seemed to have lost the moment.
She pulled his head away from her and threw him backwards onto the floor on
his back. He reflexively sucked in a deep breath and sputtered, his eyes
opening as he came to.

"Oh... my... GOD!" she yelled down at him. "EVEN YOUR NOSE HAS GONE SOFT! you
are FUCKING USELESS, YOU KNOW THAT?! Completely, utterly, USELESS TO ME! FUCK
YOU, YOU NARCISSISTIC BASTARD! We are DONE, DO YOU HEAR ME? This is the END
for us, Mikey, and it may be the end for YOU, you self-absorbed sumbitch.
Enough with your tough talk. This time I'm gonna clean YOUR clock! You are
NEVER gonna forget this night, baby!"

Dana grabbed Mikey up before he knew what was happening and tossed him across
the room where his knees bit into the hard rubber floor pad and face- planted
him but good. He just lay there, stunned, until she came over and pulled him
to his feet. He stood there, wobbling, looking punch-drunk. "Had enough?" she
said with contempt. He was still disoriented but recognized her tone from
every other time he'd been an ass, and he resented it.

"Fuck you, bitch" he said with his own feeble attempt at contempt, and raised
his fists up as if he was ready to box.

"Well my, my, my! If you still feel like it after I'm done with you, I'll let
you do exactly that..." She went low and drilled his six-pack abs so hard it
knocked the wind out of him and turned him into a wet dishrag

For the next twenty minutes Dana put Mikey into every painful wrestling and
martial arts hold I had ever seen: half-Nelson, full-nelson, camel clutch,
back breaker (although she pulled back on the impact so she could keep playing
with him), triangle choke, naked choke, hammerlocks, wrist locks, and some
moves I'd never seen and would have trouble describing, each one punctuated by
his screams. I'd say he screamed like a little girl, but those screams would
be an insult to little girls. She ground his face into the gym mat more than
once, and strained every one of his joints to the point of tearing. Early on
he became semi- comatose and completely helpless in her hands; in such pain
and so exhausted that he was unable to move. When he seemed almost unconscious
and unresponsive she would use a thumb or knuckle to jab a painful nerve
pressure point to make him scream and flinch so she could move him from one
hold into the next.

Her last move was a grapevine hold, with him on his back and her lying on top
of him, holding his hands down above his head while she entwined her legs in
his and spread them far apart, making him do a split of which most men are
incapable. I think, though, that she had already stretched all of his joints
to the point of tearing, so much that the grapevine wasn't as painful for him
as it normally would have been. The sound he made when she applied it was more
of a low moan than anything else. Disappointed, he slid off him and stood up,
looking down upon him, appraising her handiwork. Completely and utterly spent
and in agony, he laid there unmoving and helpless. A certain part of him,
however, had responded to the close contact with Dana's gorgeous, powerful
body: a little lump was forming in the front of his gym shorts. Dana chuckled.
"Well, well! I guess part of you is still interested, so I'll be true to my
word: It's time for your fucking!"

She sat down behind him and dragged him up into her lap like a limp rag doll.
She put both his arms up behind his back in a double hammerlock and held them
in place with her pumped iron thighs while she entwined the rest of her legs
around his midsection and squeezed. Again, her effort elicited only an
exhausted groan from her completely destroyed victim. "Hmmph! So
disappointing... but I bet I know how to breathe some life back into my little
Mikey" she smiled.

Dana loosened the scissor hold around his middle and dropped her legs to where
they gently squeezed the top of his hips. She wrapped one arm around his neck
and with the other she pinched each of his nipples until it became a hard
little pencil eraser. She then reached into the front of his gym shorts and
began massaging the little chubby there. At first, however, it seemed that
Mikey's member would, like the rest of his body, be unable to do anything but
remain semi-soft and useless.

"Come on, Mikey! You know you can't resist me, even after I've beat the hell
out of you. Feel my legs around you, immobilizing you while squeezing those
sensitive areas at the top of your hips. Feel the breasts you love so much
pressing against your back." She pulled back on his neck to draw him up tight
against her chest and cooed into his ear. "That's right, Mikey, you can feel
my nipples pressing into your back, can't you? They're hard as rocks for you,
now, Mikey, thinking what I'm gonna do to you next. You know how I love to
make a man hard for me, to feel him grow larger and larger in my hand until
he's so engorged he's about to burst, pulsating with the desire to be stroked
by me, controlled by me as I take his pleasure up to the edge of no return and
back down again, only to repeat the process over and over until he begs to
come. Then I make him come when I want, any way I want, whether it be in one
long round of orgasmic explosions or several excruciatingly small climaxes
with exquisite prolonged torture in between. Despite the pain you're in, you
want ALL of that, don't you Mikey? Eh? You know you do. You'll hate me
tomorrow, almost as much as you'll hate yourself, but right now you want
whatever I want to make you do. You told me I have magic hands, remember? Feel
the magic now, Mikey!"

Mikey groaned again. Through swollen lips he croaked "No... NO! Hurt...
Tired... Hate you NOW... Noooo." But at that moment his eyes glazed over and
closed. I thought maybe he was going unconscious, but soon his entire body
tensed and quivered. "Ooooooooh," he moaned, and after a moment a small tent
appeared in his gym shorts.

"Aww, yeah!" she grinned. "That's what Mama likes! I knew I could make you
give it up for me." She began stroking him in earnest now, making him tremble
as waves of electric stimulation to the source of his enslavement then
radiated throughout the rest of him, conquering his body and mind. He was
being simply overwhelmed by her power to make him feel both pleasure and pain
simultaneously.

"OOOOooh" he moaned again, louder. His eyes remained closed but his puffy lips
fell open, his breathing quickened, and his hips began thrusting weakly,
trying to meet each of her strokes. The tent in his shorts grew taller as its
center pole reached its full height, shaking with Dana's increasingly rapid
pumping.

"That feels GO-O-OD, doesn't it Mikey?" she cooed, as her rapidly pumping hand
went into overdrive, making him quake in one continuous vibrating pulse. He
was clearly oblivious to everything but her ruthless manipulation of his every
sensation. He had completely succumbed to her. He was no longer his arrogant
self, but a mere extension of her will, a plaything to be used any way she
wanted and then discarded or destroyed whenever she saw fit to do so.

Oh... OH, OOOH!" he whimpered through his thick, cracked lips. She chuckled as
she savored her complete domination of an arrogant prick who had thought
himself superior to others. She was enjoying his exquisite torture immensely
as his pain-wracked body shook with pleasure. Pre-cum oozed from his little
hole and coated his shaft, making it even easier to pump him beyond the limits
of his tolerance. He was about to explode and she could feel it, which is why
she laughed cruelly in his ear and suddenly stopped stroking. The sudden
deprivation left him shocked and dismayed. He was gasping and panting, his
body tensed for the release that had not come. He wanted to explode anyway,
but her fingers gripped his shaft at its base and squeezed, closing off the
cum channel inside completely. He felt that if he tried to come his balls
might explode and destroy themselves. He'd heard of this, the male
"injaculation", but had also heard it could be quite painful, and he'd had
enough pain today to do him for many days to come. His cock began to wither in
fear, but his mind and nerves still craved release.

"Beg me boy," she commanded quietly. "Beg me to make you come."

"OOOOH" he moaned, tears in his eyes. "PEASE..." he begged, his swollen mouth
making it hard to speak clearly. "PWEASE... MAKE MBE CUMB, DANA, PWEASE!"

"Good boy..." she said cheerfully, as she once again stroked him harder and
faster than anyone ever had before. In seconds Mike was moaning again, his
cock incredibly engorged and his body shaking as if itself about to explode.
Pre-cum started soaking through his shorts again. "Ha!" she chuckled softly,
"That's it, Mikey! Give it up for me... GIVE IT UP, MIKEY! Give it... NOW!"

"UGH!" he exclaimed as the first stream erupted from his flesh fountain.
"UGH!" he bellowed again with the second shot, the glorious release going off
like fireworks in his brain and his shorts. "AAAAAH!" he cried as the last cum
crescendo approached, but then suddenly his cry became a strangled "AACK!
AACK!" and his face was turned crimson by Dana suddenly tightening her
chokehold around his neck while he continued to ejaculate. She elicited a
final stifled "AACK!" as he exploded one last time and gurgled, his eyes
rolling back in his head as his consciousness faded during his final spewing.
Dana had forced on him the fabled "Twilight Orgasm," which had sent his
ecstasy into outer space even as it dragged his mind into blackness. It was an
experience he would never forget -- and would unsuccessfully pursue for the
rest of his life. His body went completely limp and seemingly lifeless.

Dana rolled him off her lap onto his face and got up, leaving him sprawled out
on the gym floor. I was terrified that she had killed him, but suddenly his
chest heaved and his lungs violently expanded on their own even though he did
not come to. My feeling of terror became one of relief and joy that the
bastard wasn't dead, although physically and emotionally he was completely
destroyed, and I liked that.

"WOW!" I breathed, looking at her with awe and admiration. "I've never
actually seen anyone completely owned like that! That was almost like a snuff
film! I was afraid he might be dead." It was then I became aware that my cock
was rock hard and I had been massaging it through my shorts. I flushed with
embarrassment, not for the last time that day.

"I didn't give him permission to die," she said simply. "And I didn't give you
permission to play with that." She looked at my obvious state of discomfiture
and gave me a wry smile. She reached down to Mikey, grabbed his arm, and
pulled him up, throwing him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She
took my hand in hers and said, "You're coming with me."

"Where are we going?" I said tenuously, not sure I wanted to go anywhere.

"My apartment is less than a block away. We need to do something about that
swelling of yours." Again she reached and gently touched my pulsating bulge,
which obliterated any thought I might have had of refusing. She led me out of
the gym, holding my hand gently but so firmly that I knew I couldn't have
pulled away if I tried. Mikey's battered head and arms hung over her shoulder
while his legs dangled in front of her, swaying back and forth while rivulets
of cum drained down his inner thighs. He was a pathetic mess that barely
resembled the strong, arrogant young asshole I'd met only a little while
earlier. The sight reminded me that I was going with her wherever she wanted,
and it would be better for me if I resolved to go willingly.

"Yes, Ma'am" I said obediently, "but we're taking HIM with us?" I added, kind
of petulantly. I don't know why I said 'we', since she was doing the taking.
"I thought you said you were done with him."

"Almost done," she said with a wink. "I'm gonna put him in a chair and make
him watch while I fuck your brains out all night. With your equipment, it
should be quite a show."

"Oh," I said with a shiver. After seeing all she was capable of, especially if
disappointed, I was a little terrified... but I couldn't wait to get started.