The Dragon’s Heat: Lance
The twink was face down, ass up on the gym floor, just like he always was for our gym sessions. Goddamn I loved being a personal trainer who made house calls.
The gym around us was immaculate with parquet floors. There was every machine, free weight, and station that public gyms onlydreamof having. But the nicest thing, by far, was the sweet little piece of ass that called me out to his parents mansion twice a week forpersonal training.
He was some college student living on his parents' dime during the summers. I couldn’t even remember his name. But I was more than happy to take his money and bury my load in his ass.
I didn’t say anything as I walked in, dropping my gym bag by the door as was our ritual. Glancing over at him I could see his fingers trailing between his legs, fingers slipping inside his hairless hole as he moaned into the floor. He was already lubed and ready to go, just like he always was. All I had to do was fuck him nice and rough, breed him, and then collect my paycheck. Simple.
I unzipped my track pants and let them fall to my ankles, my cock already hardening at the sight before me. The little rich boywiggled his ass impatiently, his hole glistening with lube in the soft gym lighting.
"Someone's eager today," I said, stroking myself to full hardness.
He whimpered in response, pushing back toward me. These trust fund babies were all the same, entitled in every aspect of their lives except when they were beneath me.
I knelt behind him, running my hands over his smooth, toned ass. For all his laziness in other areas, he at least maintained his body well. Probably spent hours in this private gym when I wasn't around.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking with need.
"Please what?" I asked, pressing my thick uncut cock against his entrance but not pushing in.
"Please fuck me, sir."
I loved when he called me that. It made my dick throb every time. I gripped his hips and slowly pushed inside, feeling his body yield to me. The tight heat enveloped my cock inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.
"Fuck," I groaned, holding still to savor the moment. "Your ass is worth every penny they pay me."
His parents thought I was teaching their precious boy proper form on the bench press, but the only form I was correcting was how well he could take a dick. And he was getting better every session.
I started with slow, deep strokes, watching my shaft disappear into him repeatedly. His moans echoed off the expensive equipment surrounding us, mixing with the obscene wet sounds of our connection.
"Harder," he begged, his fingers clutching desperately at the polished floor.
Who was I to deny such a polite request? I increased my pace, my hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. Sweat beganto bead on my forehead as I worked him over, giving him the workout his parents were actually paying for… just not in the way they imagined.
His body trembled beneath me as I pounded into him, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips. The contrast between this pristine gym with its top-of-the-line equipment and what we were doing on the floor made it all the more thrilling.
"You take it so good," I growled, landing a sharp slap on his right cheek that left a perfect red handprint. "Better than any of my other clients."
He responded with a broken moan, his back arching even further. I couldn't help but admire how his spine curved, how his shoulder blades jutted out as he braced himself against my thrusts. For a pampered rich kid, he sure could take a pounding.
I reached around and grabbed his cock, finding it rock hard and dripping. "Look at this mess you're making on Daddy's expensive floor," I taunted, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts.
"I-I'll clean it up," he stammered between gasps.
"Damn right you will." I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his back, my lips close to his ear. "With your tongue if I tell you to."
That sent a visible shiver through him, his ass clenching around my cock in response. I groaned at the sensation, feeling my balls tighten. Not yet though. I wasn't nearly done with him.
I pulled out completely, enjoying his whimper of protest before flipping him over onto his back. I wanted to see his face, see those privileged features contorted in pleasure as I used him.
"Look at me while I fuck you," I commanded, hooking his legs over my shoulders and sliding back inside him in one smooth thrust.
His eyes, glazed with lust, struggled to focus on mine. Sweat plastered his messy hair to his forehead. This was the real workout, the one that turned his legs to jelly and left him sore in places his parents would never suspect.
"You pay me to push you to your limits, right?" I asked, grinding deep inside him. "To make you feel the burn?"
"Yes," he gasped. "God, yes."
