Your girlfriend, Monique, decided to come to your gym instead of hers. She came as a guest to check it out, but didn’t like the place much, preferring her all women’s club. Monique even pointed out the cost difference between the gyms (her monthly fees were almost half the price of yours).
Cocky Jock Humiliated You in Front of Your Girlfriend at the Gym
She was running on the treadmill when Kyle the football jock his meathead buddies showed up. Kyle was a six-foot athlete with a brush cut, a ginger, the clear alpha male of his pack. He couldn’t take his eyes off your girlfriend’s beautiful tits bouncing rhythmically to the music playing in the gym. Monique saw him looking and giggled when he looked away instinctively upon getting caught.
Kyle opened the door to the locker room and kicked your gym bag off the bench to make room for his. Your girlfriend looked at you to see what you were going to do about it, and not wanting to appear like a pushover; you went over to give Kyle a piece of your mind. She could see you walk towards him before the door closed.
You were glad it did. Kyle was talking to his friends about whatever dumb-jocks talk about. He looked over his shoulder and saw you standing behind him. Kyle nodded towards you to his friends, thumbing to you with his hand as you picked up your bag off the floor, along with all the stuff that came out of it. You hadn’t realized you were on all fours in front of Kyle doing it, but his friends did.
After you put your bag on top of some lockers – so it wouldn’t be in anyone’s way – Kyle grabbed you by the shirt with one hand and opened the door with the other. The fear on your face and the gulp you gave in front of him made him laugh as he shoved you out, giving everyone in the locker room and outside of it a laugh, especially when you fell on your ass as the door closed.
Embarrassed and hoping that your girlfriend didn’t see what had happened, you kept your head down and went over to the free weights area, across from the cardio section of the gym. You were about two-thirds into your set, getting up to stretch, when Kyle walked in, grabbed your towel, and flung it at your face, taking your spot on the bench. He added more weight to the barbell you were using, inadvertently making you look puny. After all, you were breaking a sweat lifting weights that were clearly not even a warm-up amount for him.
Instead of standing up for yourself, you avoided confrontation by going over to the shoulder press. Just as you were about to begin, Kyle whistled for you, but you didn’t look in his direction, on purpose.
“Hey, faggot!” Kyle shouted louder than his whistle. “Wipe the bench.”
He wasn’t asking, nor was he waiting for a response from you. On instinct, you grabbed a spray bottle and towel, and wiped the bench clean thoroughly, more so than you usually do for yourself.
You walked back to the shoulder press, offended that Kyle didn’t thank-you for helping him out, let alone notice how you hustled for him. Just as you were about to sit down, Kyle snapped his fingers – which was loud, since he had big football-playing hands – and told you to load more weights on the shoulder press, as he was about to use it. Forfeiting your own set, you looked ridiculous struggling to put more weight on the shoulder press for Kyle. You were sweating, trying to keep balance while using all the muscles in your legs and arms to carry each weight onto the machine.
Gym Bully Watched Your Girlfriend’s Tits Bounce as She Ran on a Treadmill
“I’m gonna go talk to that smokin’ hot chick over there,” Kyle said to you while nodding in your girlfriend’s direction. He then lifted up his arm, grabbed the back of your head with his other hand, and pulled you towards his armpit. He then held your face there for a good seven or eight seconds and laughed. “How do I smell, buddy?”
When you pulled yourself away, you avoided eye contact with him and everyone else. You simply continued to load weights for Kyle with your eyes down, forgetting what the big bully said. You turned around and saw that Kyle was by the treadmills talking to your girlfriend, his sweaty arm resting on the machine’s side. Her run turned into a jog, and eventually, a walk, the more they spoke. He looked like a stud talking to such a hot chick – aka your girl.
You went back to the free weight area and lifted some dumbbells and could see Kyle and Monique looking at you from your peripheral vision. You saw Kyle mouth the words “kiddie weights” and heard your girlfriend giggle. After she did, you heard one of Kyle’s buddies behind you say, “looks like someone’s about to get a mouth full of jock cock,” while watching your bully talk to your girl. Another one of his friends asked, non-rhetorically, how long it would take him to “nail her.”
When Kyle pulled out his cell phone and punched the screen with his thick thumb a bunch of times while your girl leaned in and spoke to him, you didn’t want to admit to yourself what he was likely entering into his phone. Their conversation ended as she walked into the locker room, and Kyle walked back towards his buddies, grinning like a pig in shit, winking at you before walking past you and high-fiving the rest of his alpha male brothers.
You went back into the locker room and showered, knowing your girlfriend was doing the same. When you came out of the shower, Kyle and his friends were sitting on the bench, waiting for you, mischief on their faces. You put on your tighty-whities, and just as you bent over to put your sweat socks on, Kyle got up, grabbed you with one hand, spun you around and gave you the biggest wedgie you had ever received, noting that it had been almost a decade since your last one. Kyle reached into his shorts and pulled out his jockstrap, then attached it to your face like a gas mask. It was damp and reeked of his balls.
When Kyle and his friends came out of the dressing room, Monique was walking towards it, asking him if you were still in there. Kyle laughed and told her to check on you, and when she walked in, you were hanging from one of the upper lockers by your underwear, post-wedgie. She couldn’t understand anything you were trying to say since your mouth was covered up with Kyle’s sweaty jockstrap. She helped you down while you vented.
Gym Bully Gave Your Girl His Number After He Gave You a Wedgie in the Locker Room
You hoped you wouldn’t run into Kyle on the way out of the gym with Monique. You were relieved to see him on the other side of the room, using the shoulder press you set up for him. Even though you were one step ahead, you caught Monique waving to him when he turned his head towards the two of you. Kyle smiled in your direction, making your girlfriend blush and you gulp in fear once again.
Walking back to the car, you looked into the gym from outside and saw Kyle looking at the two of you while lifting. After his last rep, he locked the weights with one hand while giving you a thumbs-up with the other, winking as he did. The arrogance and cockiness of this kid drove you crazy. You drove home in silence, humiliated, wondering what was going through your girlfriend’s mind. Compassion? Shame? Embarrassment?
After all the negatives she pointed out about the gym before Kyle walked in, the last thing you expected was for her to cancel her membership at the all-women’s club she belonged to, willing to pay an outrageous cancellation fee because she had found a better one. The gym you went to. The one Kyle went to.
The killer blow came from an incoming text on her phone while she was in the powder room. You shouldn’t have picked it up, especially when the screen showed it was coming from someone named “KYLE.” The message read “wanna cum over 2nite?”
All you had to do was erase the message and block the caller. Instead, you marked it as unread and positioned the phone away from you. When Monique came back into the room and picked up her phone, the smile and excitement on her face made you gulp for the third time that day.