Sissy Gets Fit

I don't mind that for the last few weeks, you've made my 6-foot, 2-inch, 235 Lbs. buffed, hard, chocolate-colored body into your eye candy delight, because I enjoy the attention. Call me an egomania if you like, I'm just enjoying the fruits of living life as I choose. I saw you struggling to get through a set of upright rows, which gives the Black Lion the perfect opportunity to pounce.

I glance over into the wall-size mirror, and I'm pleased to see my flaming red tank top is sweat wet, and clings to my hard, buffed, striated, and ripped upper body, my shorts are baggy in the right places and saggy in others. I flex my chest, as I roll back my shoulders, a clear sign of an alpha displaying his dominance.

"Yo, excuse me, have you been working out long?"

You nod your head as you answer no.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm a personal trainer," I point to the word 'Trainer@large' printed on the front of my tank top. "I have plenty of clients so I'm not looking to recruit you, but I also have a deep passion for exercise and conditioning and that's why I'm telling you. Your form is all wrong with that exercise.

I listen to whatever excuse you give, nod my head and then counter.

"Your biceps are doing too much of the work. Training biceps is great but not when you're training back. Now of course, most back exercises will involve the biceps, it a mechanical thing, and that's why it's important to not just hoist a weight around, you gotta feel it in the muscle. Once your mind can lock on the muscle, it'll be able to reduce the involvement of the biceps. What I'm saying is, if it's your intention to work your back, you're not getting the full benefit of the exercise and you're shortchanging your back."

As I'm speaking, I'm also rhythmically flexing my pecs and looking away, allowing your eyes to feast and not to alarm you as to my hungry intent.

You smile as we exchange names them, I offer to give you a few tips and naturally, you agree, as your body and mind must no doubt be on a sugar high.

I guide you over to the chin-up bar and request you perform a set of reverse grip chin-ups.

You offer some excuse that you've tried but are unable to get through a set. I expand my chest wide as I become a little aggressive force you beneath the bar then bark.

"Okay, hop up, with your wrist facing back at me, and don't worry, I got your back.

Once you follow my order, I firmly grab your waist with my large dark hands. I snicker as I hear a smooth, hushed tone gasp escape your lips.

After five reps, you want to quit but I won't let you. Instead, I lower my hands beneath your palm your tight, round booty, and continue to push you up.

You yelp as your hands slip from the bar, but I quickly step beneath you and allow your legs to drape down on my powerful shoulders and the back of my head is now between your legs. I can feel the physical firmness against the back of my head as I steady myself with your weight on my shoulders.

I drop to my knees, easily grip your waist, raise you over my head, and then slowly lower you back on your feet.

You marvel at my strength and power, and I can see the raw hunger in your eyes. I flex my arms as I speak.

"You did well, could you feel it in your back?"

"You answer yes and as soon as you do, I interject.

"Good, I feel your excitement, literally."

A silly smile grows on your face. You attempt to apologize but once again I interrupt.

"Don't worry about shit like that. I don't have a problem with that. Who am I to question your tastes, especially for me? To tell you the truth, shit like that turns me on. Would you like me to show you another exercise?'

You nervously nod your head, and I wave my hand for you to follow. I kick off my flip-flops and put my big veiny feet on display. It gives me that savage primal look.

I have you place one knee down on a flat bench and order you to perform a set of dumbbell single-arm bent-over rows. As you do, I firmly place my hand on your mid- to lower back. Just as you falter, I straddle the bench, extend my hand down alongside yours, and pull your arm up, also placing my bugle against your rear.

By the time we're finished, we can no longer hide our physical excitement. So, I become more aggressive.

"Check this out, I know another way back to the locker room, follow me."

You reject my offer until I point out something you might not have noticed.

"Are you sure you want to walk back up front to the locker room with that wet stain in the front of your stretch pants?

Your face is blush red as you sheepishly look down to see the very wet spot at the center of your pants. You fumble about as you search for a plausible excuse, but I stare into your eyes intently and your voice slowly fades.

"Come on, let's go."

I guide you over to the wall at the far end of the dimly lit side of the gym. I push a mirrored wall panel that swings open and the dark path beyond it is revealed.

I can see the apprehension in your eyes, but I aggressively take your hand, squeeze tightly and pull you along.

Once the gym walls, I close the wall panel behind us. I squeeze your hand tighter, and I now take full charge of you.

"You know, I like the way you look at me, that shit turns me on."

You blush and attempt to look away, but my hand pinches your chin as I force you to look into my eyes and see my raw, primal hunger.

"Don't be embarrassed by what you're hungry for, Sweetness. What you're feeling is only natural, a sissy acts this way whenever you're around a real man. I understand it, just like it's so natural for me to desire to take you."

Your bottom lip trembles as I lean down closer to your face.

"You're in lust for dark, hard, chocolate, aren't you...sissy."

You attempt to deny it, but I playfully slap your face, then point a finger directly at you.

"Don't try to hide what you are. An alpha can see right through it, right through you. How long have you denied yourself to indulge in hot black magic?"

I see a tear in your eyes, Your body is ready, but your fear freezes you, so I take full charge as I announce.

"This area was deliberately created for an emergency exit, but then they decided to use another one closer to the street. So, I decided to make this spot my little hideaway. I say that to let you know, no one is gonna bother us here. Check this out."

I lean over and pull a latch down to lock the wall panel door behind us. The entrance to the locker room has a locker in front of it, so no one's coming from that end as well. In other words, it's just us back here doing us. Do you understand that?"

You nod your head to affirm your understanding, and then I pounce.

I want you to perform another exercise. It's called the throat stretch. I'm sure you've performed it before, so assume the position.

No other word is spoken between us as you drop to your knees just as I yank down my shorts and allow my hard, uncut, precum-wet spear to bounce up and slap your face. I laugh as I see the look of lust in your eyes. You don't need any further incentive as you play, lick, and suck my tool to a full twitching erection.

You grip the base tightly as you stretch open your mouth and eagerly suck my hardness.

I playfully slap your face and order you to take off your tee shirt, as I snatch off my shorts and slid them over your head until your mouth is positioned at the pee slit. I palm your head as I force inch after inch, of my long, hard, stiff member down your throat.

I place your head against a wall of the narrow hall and literally fuck your face. I slap you, force your mouth open, and spit inside it, then I force this king-size spear right back down your throat.

You're moaning like the hot horny slut, you are as I slap, your face with my hands and my cock until your face is decorated with my slime.

It doesn't take you long before you're sucking that black spear like an exquisite delicacy and have it throbbing in your mouth. I rise on my toes and my black skin fountain gushes a huge load of hot sperm into your mouth. I hold your head steady as I demand you swallow every drop, and you zestfully comply with the order.

Your sissy energy has whipped my alpha energy off the charts. I didn't want to expend so much energy because I had a date with my girl later, but my hunger to tap that tight, pale pinkish, little wrinkle hole drove me to madness and I wasn't ashamed about it either.

"That blow job's got me all fired up. When I'm like this, I gotta fuck you now, Sweetness.

You sob some incoherent bullshit."

"I guess crying is gonna spare you, but nothing is gonna save you from this dick down, princess. From this point on, you are my bitch, until I dismiss you. You got that slut...huh...huh...huh?" I growl as I continuously slap you silly and you concede to my demand.

I force your face into the wall, spread your legs apart, and then slap that booty hard as I explore your body. I lick fingers then slide one, then two inside your tight anal ring of flesh

You're begging me to stop and yet you're pumping that hungry hole back on my fingers to get them deeper inside that hot ass-pussy.

I hold my hand open and in front of you as I order.

"Spit in my hand, faggot."

I feel you tense up as I call you faggot, which is a subtle sign of your rebellion, and I don't play that. After you spit in my hands several times, I add my spit to my hand then lube up that manmade pussy as I ask.

"I could take you but that's a shallow victory, nah, a true Bitchmaker has his sissies surrender that ass. So, tell Daddy what your sissy ass needs, Sweetness.

Without hesitation, you softly moan.

"Take my...hole."

"Who do you want to stab up in that hole, bitch?" I ask as I slap that ass about.

"You Simba, Black Lion."

You beg me to stretch that tight little ass pussy open and although it takes some time and patience, I get my big black Johnson nearly 8' deep inside you. Now you're on your toes as I yank you close and force even more of my hard, veiny member inside you.

You cry out, and I quickly slide my shorts from your head and into your mouth.

Soon, I'm fucking you like a drunken sailor in a whorehouse after 6 months at sea. Your tight little pussy is creaming all over my spear and a loud, nasty wet sound fills the air

Your moans are joined by my intense groans as I try to nail your plump faggot ass through the wall. Your knees buckle as I hit that second ring, and you prance from one foot to another. I wrap my muscular arm around you and then pinch and twist your nipples.

Your body's trembling as much as my legs.

"It's just me and you, Sweetness, you and daddy...fuck the world, right now, you're my bitch, hear me...daddy owns this ass pussy, you got that, huh...huh?" I ask as I slap your face a little harder and drill you like a wild, black savage.

My body is covered in sweat and drenches your body and yet I shorten my stroke as I feel my hot sperm fire up through my lengthy spear.

I lean in close, turn your head around to kiss your lips, and then I tongue-fuck your ear as my spear is steel hard.

"I'm bout to breed you now, Sweetness...daddy's about to bust this load of African brew all...up...inside of...aarrgghh...aaahhh...ah...ahhhh...fuck yeah...ahhhhh!"

Our hot, sweaty bodies tremble as my sperm fires from my cock and splatters inside your hot, tight, flooded, man-made pussy.

As you sit on your knees and clean off my slimy spear, we agree to meet so I can bust that pussy out under more comfortable conditions.

I slap your face as I state my final terms.

"The next time, I want a scarf over your head, pink polish on your fingers and toenails, and that ass covered with panties, you got that, Sweetness, I ask as I slap your face, and you nod your head to agree with that order. I spin on my heels as I announce.

"You're dismissed, faggot."

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