Steaming Hot

Gray is dissatisfied with his body. Luckily, a stranger in the steam room gives him a helping hand… for a price.

A shadow fell over Gray’s face as he finished the last rep of his bench presses. He looked up at the handsome, sculpted face of his personal trainer, Jack, looking down at him past the bar he’d just set back into the rack. "Hey, buddy. Great job on the workout! Told you that new regimen was really going to work out for you!"

Gray glowered at Jack as he sat up. He didn’t have to sound so patronizing, even if it was true that the new workout schedule had been doing wonders for his progress. He ran a hand down the front of his body and sighed as his fingers brushed over the sweat-slicked muscles.

It’s not enough, Gray thought to himself, as he rubbed his thumb in slow circles over his chest. He looked up at Jack. "Yeah," he said, forcing a smile. "I have to say, I had my doubts." I still do.

"Well, just keep at it, yeah? I promise you’ll hit your milestones sooner than you think," said Jack, clapping a hand on Gray’s shoulder. "Anyway, I just came over to remind you we’re closing up early tonight. Pack’s going for a run. Everyone’s just about had enough of this quarantine."

"Right," said Gray, scratching the back of his head. He’d been hoping to do more, but it wasn’t like there was anything he could do. He’d always been the runt of the pack, and while everyone had been supportive, it also meant that his voice didn’t much matter in the grand scheme of things.

"I won’t be long in the steam room. And I can probably just shower at home…" said Gray. Not that it was a long way away. It was just a five-minute walk to his house from the compound’s gym, anyway.

Jack chuckled and squeezed Gray’s shoulder. "Don’t worry about it, buddy. Take as long as you want. I was just telling you so you wouldn’t wonder where we’d gone—and just in case you might want to join us."

Gray mulled it over for a moment, but he didn’t really want to go. Pack runs were a stark reminder of how inadequate he was compared to the others, and he was feeling bad enough about his slow progress as it was. "No, sorry. There was some work that I wanted to get done tonight. Probably best if I focused on that," he said.

"Alright. We’ll be here for another fifteen minutes if you change your mind," said Jack. Gray nearly spilled off the bench when Jack patted him a few times on the back. "Oh, and if you go to the steam room, there’s a special guest who headed in there a few minutes ago. He can be a bit intimidating so I just wanted to warn you."

"Special guest?" said Gray, casting a glance around the empty gym. He hadn’t noticed anyone out of the ordinary earlier when he’d first arrived, and he certainly couldn’t pick out any novel scents in the air.

Jack looked like he was about to explain himself, but the shift manager called out. "Ah, fuck," said Jack. "Sorry, buddy, but I’m gonna have to take care of this. You’ll be fine. Just keep to yourself in the steam room, yeah?"

"Wait, but—" Before Gray could say anything more, Jack was sprinting off in the direction of the voice. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. What the fuck was he supposed to do with that ominous warning? He almost considered not going to the steam room, but it was one of the few pleasures of coming to the gym.

With a sigh, Gray toweled off the sweat dripping down his face and got up from the bench. He marched off to the locker room, stripped down, and headed to the steam room.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Gray realized what Jack meant. The sheer pressure of the stranger’s presence sent a chill down his spine, and that was before he billowing steam hit him. When it did, Gray’s nostrils flared at the scent that hung in the air. It was deep, musky, and intoxicating, similar to that of an Alpha but infinitely more potent.

Gray had to bite his lower lip as he entered to quash the moan that threatened to spill out of him. He cast his gaze to the feet before he could even get a proper look at the stranger through the steam, but even so, he caught a glimpse of the thick, muscular calves and large feet out of the corner of his eye.

Shuffling along as the heat and the scent suffused his body, Gray sat down at his favorite corner of the steam room, a fair distance away from the stranger.

With a sigh, Gray draped his arms across the back of the wooden bench and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes, basking in the heat, trying to ignore the sensation of blood pooling in his groin. He’d never imagined that a mere scent could have such an effect, but it was hard to deny the insistent throbbing of his cock.

Gray hoped that Jack was right—that he’d hit his milestones sooner rather than later. He wasn’t growing as fast as he would have liked, but he was making progress. He just wanted the pack to start taking him more seriously already, and the only way that was going to happen was if he got stronger.

A deep bass rumble filled the steam room moments later. Gray opened his eyes, heart thumping in his chest. Holy shit, he thought to himself. He’d never heard a sexier laugh than that.

"Is how you are right now really that unpleasant for you?" said the stranger, his words sending chills down Gray’s spine. Every syllable felt like a gentle caress on his ass, making his cock twitch. "I can feel your dissatisfaction from all the way over here."

Gray looked up at the stranger for the first time since entering the room. The thick clouds of steam made it difficult to see the guy, but his silhouette was more than enough. The guy was huge. Bigger, by far, than even Gray’s pack Alpha. Gray couldn’t help but salivate.

The stranger was endowed with broad shoulders and thick arms with slabs of meat on his chest to match. His waist was narrow, clearly defined with muscle, leading down to tree-trunk thighs and hard calves. He had a purple towel draped around his shoulders, with gold embroidery at the two ends.

"Well, boy? I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me, or are you going to keep pretending that you didn’t hear me?" said the man, his voice seeming to fill the entire steam room with every rumbling syllable. "Can you even speak?"

Gray gulped audibly. To say he was nervous would have been a massive understatement. "I-I can, sir!" he said, instinctively slipping into a more respectful form of address. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting as the smell of the musk in the air intensified. It was only then that it occurred to him that somehow, the stranger knew he was dissatisfied with himself. "H-How did you know, sir?"

The man chuckled. Gray bit back a moan as the sound hit him, faintly reminiscent of rolling thunder. "I told you, I could sense it," he said. "Tell me, boy, what is it that you want?"

Gray sat up, placing his hands on his lap. He clenched his fingers and looked at them. "I want to be bigger," he said. He didn’t have to be as big as the stranger, but if he was even half as big he would have been satisfied. "I want to be stronger."

"That’s easy enough," said the stranger, straightening in his seat. He cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms over his head, grinning at Gray across the room.

Gray couldn’t help but scoff. Easy for the man to say. He had the body of a Greek God—if not better.

The stranger chuckled. "Do you doubt that I can help you?" said the big man. As if to prove his point, he flexed. At that moment, he seemed a hundred times bigger than he really was. His muscles bulged and rippled, leaving no question as to his strength.

Gray stared, wide-eyed, and slack-jawed at the man. The sheer masculinity emanating from the guy was almost overwhelming. His cock was so hard just looking at the silhouette of those muscles through the steam that he could scarce imagine what they looked like up close. "The question, boy, is what you would do to become bigger, what you would give up to get, as you say, stronger."

This man was the real deal. He had everything that Gray wanted. Size. Power. Authority. He had no guarantees that things would work out but if this man, this god couldn’t help him, then what chance did Jack stand? What chance did he stand?

"I’ll do anything," Gray said, leaning forward. He couldn’t take his eyes off the stranger that had just offered to make all of his dreams come true. His gaze kept raking hungrily over and over the swollen, corded muscles. "I’ll give up everything," he whispered.

"Good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear," said the stranger. He stood up, and somehow, his figure got even more imposing as he stretched to his full height. Gray was equal parts terrified and horribly aroused. The sudden spike of musk in the air did his aching cock no favors.

"Come," said the stranger, standing in the middle of the room with his legs apart and his arms flung open. Acting purely on instinct as his heart hammered against his chest, Gray stood with trembling hands. Dangling between the stranger’s legs was one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen. "Worship."

That single word, spoken softly, carried so much authority that Gray felt as if he had no choice but to obey. He shuffled forward, sinking to his knees halfway there to crawl the rest of the way. He looked up at the stranger, this veritable god, and moaned as the full force of the scent hit him.

Bright purple eyes with golden flecks met Gray’s gaze as he came to a stop at the stranger’s feet. That one look impressed upon Gray what he needed to do, without so much as a single word.

Gray moaned. He didn’t think he could take it, couldn’t imagine how to fit it in his mouth, but he licked his lips all the same. He mouthed at the soft head of it, hanging almost to the stranger’s knees, and shivered at the heavenly taste.

Opening his mouth as wide as he could manage, Gray closed his lips around the head. His jaw ached, the girth just slightly past the limit of what he could do, but he persevered. He moaned at the first droplet of pre-cum that splashed on his tongue, electric shocks of pleasure surging through his body as it slid down the back of his throat.

Gray couldn’t even begin to comprehend how a mere blowjob felt so intense but the feelings coursing through his body left little time for thinking. He worked his mouth down the length of the flaccid shaft, feeling it slowly stiffen as he swallowed it.

A pang of fear shook through Gray’s body as the spongy head hit the back of his throat. He gagged, throat convulsing at the formidable girth. But he kept eye-contact with those pretty purple eyes and forced himself past the mental block. Little by little, the massive cock slid into him.

After what felt like an eternity, Gray felt his nose hit the stranger’s pelvis. He could scarcely believe he’d taken all of it. It was bigger than he could have imagined. He struggled to understand not only how he was still breathing, but how huge it felt in his throat.

Musk overwhelmed Gray, flooding into his lungs and drawing a long, low moan from his throat. He felt as if the wires in his head were short-circuiting, his thoughts falling apart almost as soon as he had them. It was impossible to think. He could practically feel his mind melting away with every breath.

Fingers tangled in Gray’s hair as he let out yet another moan. The cock buried in his gullet swelled and throbbed. It almost felt like he’d swallowed a hot iron rod and yet could somehow still breathe. He couldn’t get enough.

"That’s a good boy," the stranger rumbled, his deep voice sending tingles down Gray’s spine. Gray grunted, moving his head up and down the stranger’s shaft as he got used to the feeling of it stretching his throat. Words failed to describe how he felt as it slid back and forth on his tongue. It felt as good as receiving a blowjob—No. Better.

Gray’s cheeks tingled as the fingers in his hair tightened. He moaned around the stranger’s prodigious girth as it was slowly fucked into his throat. With every thrust, the stranger picked up the pace, pulling out just a little further before sliding back in.

And so it went, faster and faster and faster until nearly the whole thing was sawing in and out of Gray’s throat with the pumping of the stranger’s cheeks. He could only moan and choke and gag as his nose was repeatedly mashed into the wiry, musky pubes of this god of a man.

Thinking became not just difficult but outright impossible. The stranger’s cock was like a jackhammer, pulverizing Gray’s thoughts before they could form into anything coherent. For what felt like an eternity, Gray’s world shrank into just the sensation of a thick cock pounding into his face.

It all came to a head as the pleasure inside Gray surged and he felt the cock in his throat swell. The hands on his head pushed him into the stranger’s crotch and kept him there, where all he could do was moan and drool and bask in the intoxicating scent.

Every pulse, every throb of the cock buried halfway to Gray’s stomach elicited a half-sobbed moan as he desperately slobbered on the fat piece of meat for the nectar that he could feel was coming. "Take my gift, boy," said the stranger, grinding his hips into Gray’s face. "And be reborn."

White-hot pleasure surged into Gray’s veins as he felt the cock unload down the back of his throat. He could feel every jet of cum as it coated his gullet, flooding his throat with an obscene amount of hot seed. He could only moan and gurgle around the stranger’s endowment as it filled his stomach with jism.

When the stranger pulled out of his face with a wet squelching pop, Gray fell back onto his ass. He grasped at his throat, suddenly struggling to breathe. He felt like his insides were on fire; his throat and stomach, in particular, felt like they were being seared by the seed inside of him.

Gray’s eyes rolled back into his head as the heat continued to spread. It filled his lungs, turning every breath into an inhalation of scorching hot air. He could feel himself sweating, his muscles throbbing as he writhed on the ground.

The pain was intense, but the pleasure was doubly so. His cock strained, harder than it had ever been. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, which grew heavier and heavier as a strange fog overcame his mind and slowed his thoughts to a crawl.

Gray growled, struggling to contain himself. He felt like he was bursting apart at the seams, being burned from the inside out. He tilted his head back and howled, muscles straining as the heat consumed him and made his mind go blank.

When he came to, Gray could feel that his body was different. He struggled to quantify how, but he didn’t really much care. He got up, stumbling with the strange new balance of his body. He felt both heavier and lighter at the same time.

Gray couldn’t help but grin when he looked down. A large slab of muscle sat on his chest, such that he could scarcely see his feet past it. He reached up to grab at his firm, new pecs, squeezing them with his new, meaty fingers. They were sensitive to the touch, making his cock throb as he flicked at his nipples with his thumbs.

Looking around, Gray felt as if he was forgetting something. He faintly remembered that there had been someone else in the room with him, but the memories were faded, like a dream. He shook his head. He tried not to think about it too much. He tried not to think at all. It was too difficult.

With great, lumbering steps, Gray made his way out of the steam room. He passed by a mirror on the way to his locker and looked at himself. He was huge. His abs were rock-hard, and his legs were like tree-trunks. He was smoking hot, too! The slight sheen of sweat on his skin was rising in delicate curls of steam from the surface of his body.

Groaning, Gray rubbed his right hand all over his abs, tracing his fingers along the gutters between them. His cock twitched, rising to full hardness as he felt the blood drain to his crotch, the fog in his head getting thicker, his thoughts popping like delicate little soap bubbles.

A low, dumb chuckle escaped Gray as he flexed his left arm and kissed his bulging bicep. "Fuck yeah!" he growled, grinning broadly. His head felt so empty. He was so fucking horny. He faintly remembered that he used to be better at this whole thinking thing but frankly, he just didn’t care. It was so much easier to let his cock think for him.

With a moan and a grunt, Gray grabbed his cock and jerked off to his reflection. He was so fucking hot. He couldn’t resist. His cock throbbed. His hole twitched. He moaned, pumping faster and faster and faster until he unleashed a torrent of white-hot musky cum on the mirror and felt the fog in his head get even thicker.

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