It was a warm summer night and the gym was quiet. Gael was there, dressed in her normal outfit, a pair of pink spandex shorts and a matching tight tank top. Gael always enjoyed prancing around the gym in this outfit, showing off her body for different men, enticing and alluring them. She was quite sexual, and you could feel her sexuality from a mile away. All the men in the gym were always mesmerized by her exquisite beauty.
Bill was a regular member of the gym, I knew him and we were friendly, but he could be quite annoying. In great shape and quite good looking, tall and charismatic, he never had a problem flirting with the various hot women who visited the gym. Occasionally he seemed to bed a few of them, but I was not sure of this. All I knew is that sometimes a girl would leave with him, and the next day or a few days later they would be working out together and the girl would have her hands all over him.
Gael, however, was different. She was one of those girls at the gym who was standoffish, the type of girl who knew all the guys were checking her out, but she pretended not to notice, or not care. But clearly, she did care. The fact that she always wore tight spandex shorts and little tank tops, showing off as much of her lithe and perfect body as possible, was more than proof of that.
And so, like all the men there, I enjoyed the vision of Gael’s beauty, especially as she strutted her stuff around the gym. Yes, she looked quite hot in those tight spandex shorts, her skimpy top, everything. She always had her dark brown hair in a ponytail. All the men in the gym wanted her. I’m sure she would eventually become someone’s prize, someone’s hot prize. When I saw her doing her exercises, all I could think about was what it would be like to rip off those tight spandex shorts. God, I wanted to!
Sometimes Gael would get on the treadmill and when she did all the men would be checking her out, all of them captivated by the perfection of her ass, and her half naked body, the way her ponytail bounced around as she started running. When she worked her legs, bent over, her ass in the air, moving her leg back and forth, oh, how wonderful that was! She was gorgeous! How many times I would go home and fantasize about her as I stroked my hard cock, wondering what it would be like to fuck her, to take her completely, to fuck her from behind, to slap that hot ass of hers, to make her mine. And I knew I had to find out. All I needed was the right time.
Now, I owned this gym. It was late this particular night, the time when Gael would come in. She, like me, was also a nocturnal creature. There was no one else there except Bill, Gael and myself. I sat at the front desk and watched both of them. I noticed that Bill was following her around, a bit too closely it seemed, and as time passed, I quietly got up and locked the door. I felt something might be brewing.
At one point during the night Gael was kneeling down with one knee on a bench as she worked her lats with a dumbbell. Her smooth back was parallel with the bench and as she pulled the dumbbell upwards towards her side, Bill was staring at her. The men usually stared at Gael, but usually with a bit of discretion. Bill was not so discreet. Bill stood behind her, watching. And obviously enjoying the vision.
He walked up close to Gael. “Here, you need to have better form for your motions.” He put his hand on Gael’s back and guided her arm upwards as she lifted the weight. I could see her smile a bit, and it was clear she was, at least on some level, enjoying this attention. Then she turned her head towards him.
“I can do this myself, thank you. I do not need your help.”
“Oh really. You know, you are quite good at this. But we can all improve our workouts. How about having a drink after you’re done and we can talk about improving your workouts? I do personal training.” He stood over her and hovered. He always hovered.
“No. I am not interested.”
“Well, I think you can improve your form. Bring your arm up more closely to your side as you do this. It will tone your lats better.”
Gael stood up from the bench and put the dumbbell back on the rack. “Thank you, but I do not need a personal trainer.”
“Oh really?”
She walked away and went to a triceps machine. “Yes, really.”
They both continued their workouts, and I continued to watch them carefully. As Gael went to each machine, Bill went to another machine close by, attempting to talk to her, giving her advice on how to do the exercise, but to no avail. Gael had her bitch shield up in full force. Finally, after much back and forth and clearly venting the frustration he was feeling, Bill blurted out. “Well, you are missing out.”
A little later on, Gael was on a machine that worked her hamstrings. She was bent over, pushing on the machine with one of her legs, and as she did her ass was exquisitely displayed. Bill was nearby, staring at her. Finally, Gael said, “Look, I am on this machine, so please go away and leave me alone.”
“Well, your form still needs some work. As I said, I can help you with that.”
Now Gael giggled. “Well, I really don’t need your help. But thanks anyways.”
Yes, despite her outward display of disdain, I could tell a part of her was enjoying all this attention. I suppose she knew she had Bill right where she wanted him, and that was in the power of her sexuality. Yes, I sensed Gael liked this.
Bill spoke with a softer voice. “Look, I am sorry if I have been too straightforward, but I can see you are devoted to working out, and I think I can help you with that.”
Gael stood up. “Well, thank you, but as I already told you, I really do not need your help. Now, for the last time, don’t bother me again.”
Both went about their workouts, and at one point Gael was stretching her legs. She was bent over in an upward down V position, her ass high in the air, and from my desk I could see the sweet, soft mound between her legs, with a hint of her vagina lips. Oh God, I could barely control myself! Bill was next to her, once again trying to give her advice. I know he was also enjoying the same vision that I was enjoying. Sensing this was the moment to take action, and since I could not resist anyways, I got up from my desk, and walked over to her.
I put my hand on Gael’s back and said to her, “Now Gael, I think if you do it this way, lifting your leg slowly in this direction, that would be much better.” Gael turned her head and looked at me, saying nothing. Her expression was one of annoyance and intrigue.
Bill walked in between me and Gael. “What do you know about this stuff. I am a professional trainer.”
“I know more than you do, trust me.”
“Like hell you do.” Bill moved towards me. “I am going to be the one to train her.”
At this point Gael stood up. She said nothing but simply moved back a couple of steps. Her eyes betrayed keen interest in what was transpiring.
Bill puffed his chest. “Oh, you know more than me, huh? I doubt that.”
I gave a slight but disdainful laugh. “You are not as good as you think you are, especially with women.”
Gael ran her fingers through her ponytail which was now crossed over her shoulder and falling gently down her chest. “Now boys, there is no need for all this…” She said this calmly, as if she did not mean it, which I knew she did not.
“Oh yeah, well I think this guy does not know what he is talking about.” Bill pushed his finger into my chest. When he did I grabbed his hand and then pushed him back.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I spoke calmy but with great authority, letting Bill know that I was not to be intimidated by him. “You can’t even compete with me.”
His face grew red. “Fuck you!” And at this point Bill raised his fist in a circular motion and swung it towards me, but before the blow could land, I grabbed it, and pushed back, and he stumbled backwards. He then lunged towards me, and we struggled for a bit, pushing against each other, testing each other’s strength, our legs and upper bodies locked in a titanic struggle, and as we did all this Gael was standing to the side, simply watching, quiet and captivated, twirling her fingers around her ponytail.
Bill swung his arm around and landed a blow on my right cheek. I could feel a bit of blood on my lip. This only enraged me, and with one powerful motion I swung my hand and landed a blow on his face, and he stumbled backwards. He tried to lunge towards me again, and I swung and landed another blow on his face, breaking the skin, and when I did I could hear Gael quietly say, “Oh yeah, get him.”
I then pushed Bill back and he landed on the floor. I got on top of him and put him into a headlock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my forearm, trying to free himself, but in vain. I was simply stronger than him. He struggled a bit, but he knew my strength was too much for him, and I yanked my arms against his neck. He choked for a second, and his face turned red.
I turned to Gael whose eyes were now quite wide and completely focused on what she was seeing, her full, red lips slightly parted. She could not stop staring at us. I doubt she had ever seen two men fighting over her, but clearly she was the one now captivated by what she was seeing.
“Now listen to me, you are going to apologize to Gael, and then you are going to leave, got it.”
“Fuck…” He could not get out the “you”. I tightened my grip. He choked some more. Gael continued to stand there, watching. She was playing with her hair. Her eyes were lit up with excitement.
“Tell her, prick.”
Bill turned his red face towards her, and scowling, he gurgled out, “I…I…am sorry, Gael…”
Gael looked at him disdainfully. “Good. You better be. Now leave. And don’t bother me again.”
I released my grip and Bill stood up, hunched over, and panting. I grabbed him by the arm and led him to the door. “Now get out, and don’t come back, you are banned from the gym.” I unlocked the door and pushed him out. He stumbled and staggered and fell on the ground. It was dark and he limped away into that darkness. I closed the door and locked it once more.
I then turned to Gael. She looked at me, her head slightly downward, but her eyes fixed on me. She had an expression of both fear and desire.
“Look, I appreciate what you just did really, but…”
“Shut up.” I was still panting and covered with sweat. My muscles were taught and fully swollen. I pulled off my shirt. Gael quickly glanced at my muscular torso.
She nervously twirled her ponytail. “I…I…really need to go now…I don’t need any more of this….”
“Oh really. I am just starting.” I walked towards her.
She walked back until she reached the wall. “Look, just get the fuck away from me.”
“No.”
As I got right next to her, and she had no other place to go, she slapped me across the face. “Fuck you, asshole. What the hell is wrong with you men, always fighting, always making fools out of yourself, always…”
I grabbed her little hand and held it next to her face. “Always what? You really think you are something, don’t you Gael, as you prance about the gym, showing your hot body off, making all the men horny. You like it how they watch you, don’t you.”
Gael then slapped me with her other hand. “Fuck you!”
I squeezed her wrist hard. “Well, I am going to teach you some discipline, Gael, hard discipline you need for the gym. Tonight you are going to get some special, personal training. I am claiming you as my hot prize.”
I then took her by both hands, lifting them above her head and pressing her against the wall, and I kissed her. Her body squirmed as if to free herself, and she struggled, but I pinned her more firmly against the wall, and I pressed myself against her, and I am sure she could feel my hard cock pressed against her stomach. And I knew she could, because as she struggled, she was pressing her stomach back into my erection.
I kissed her again, and at first she turned her head to the side, but as I kissed her again, she slowly stopped the struggle and began meeting my lips with her lips and my kisses with her kisses. Then she suddenly pushed back against me. “I am not going to do this, not now, not ever!”
“No?” I pressed her against the wall again, this time more firmly, and I reached around and yanked her ponytail. “Oh really, well, we will see about that.”
She slapped me again. I kissed her. She bit my lip. I tightened my grip around her. I pushed her even more forcefully against the wall. She struggled with her legs. I kissed her again. She tried to push me off. I kissed her again. She scratched my upper arms. I pushed my hard cock more firmly into her stomach. She moaned. I kissed her. She stopped struggling. I kissed her, once more, and this time, instead of struggling, she softened, a softness I could feel, and she met my kisses with her lips, soft but violent, then more softly until I could finally feel her melt into a total submission to my dominance.
“Oh yes…please….” She quietly said.
Then, without saying a word, I took her by the arm and led her to a corner of the gym and throwing down a few mats on the floor, mats she would often use to stretch those lovely legs of hers, I bent her over a bench that was sitting there, and ripped off her pink spandex shorts. She was wearing white thong panties beneath. I ripped those off too.
“Oh god, what are you going to do to me…?”
“We are going to have our first session of personal training, Gael, and in this session I am going to fuck you.”
“Oh yes…please….”
“I am going to train you to be patient, to submit to and be guided by my strong hand, and to explore and feel and discover the deepest parts of your sexuality. You will be trained to feel the most intense sexual pleasure you have ever experienced or can even imagine.”
“Oh yes, Racer, train me. I need to be trained. I need a good workout from you.”
I knelt behind her, and enjoying the lovely vision of her vagina between her legs, I buried my whole face in her, and she moaned with pleasure.
“You are quite wet, aren’t you, Gael?” She tasted like a real woman, so tangy and sweet at the same time. The aroma of her drenched pussy was intoxicating.
She ground her pussy into me. “Seeing you fight, oh God, that turned me on so much. It was so raw, so primal, so basic…”
I then bent over her, putting my weight on her, and gripped her neck with my hand, whispering in her ear, “Yes it was, Gael, it is really what all of life comes down to, isn’t it? Two men fighting over a woman, fighting over the right to fill her with their alpha sperm…winning her as their hot prize…
“Oh yes…yes…”
As she lay there, bent over the bench, beckoning and inviting me, I removed my pants and rubbed the head of my engorged penis around her vaginal lips. Gael turned around to see, and when she got a glimpse of my member, she gasped. “Oh my…you are a real man, aren’t you…”
“Yes, a real man, and a real animal.”
And with that I entered her, not slowly and gently but fast and firmly. Gael screamed. I knew she was wet enough to receive all of me, but the shock of my size undoubtedly surprised her.
“Oh my God. Wow…I have never felt anything like this…”
“Get used to it, my dear.”
I let her feel all of me, allowing her to get used to my size, letting her stretch out and take it all, every inch. I started moving. Slowly. She also started moving her hips back against me. Then, when I saw my penis was glistening with all her wetness, I began to be a bit more vigorous in my motions, until after a few moments she was grinding against me, thrusting backwards. Then I began thrusting harder. Yes. Now. Hard and fast. There was to be no sweet romance in our first encounter (I knew, and wanted, that there would be more), no, tonight’s first encounter was to be purely primal, raw and basic, and testament to the fundamental elements of life, the desire of a man to fuck a woman, to make her his, to fill her with his alpha sperm, and to keep the species alive.
Gael moaned and screamed. She screamed even louder the harder I fucked her. When I yanked her head back with her ponytail, that same ponytail I used to see bouncing up and down as she ran on the treadmill, she cried out, “Oh yeah, fuck me…hard…”
And so I did. “I am going to make you my prize, Gael, my hot prize…”
“Oh yes, yes…I am your prize Racer, all of me…oh, you make me so hot…
We fucked. And fucked. And fucked some more. It was hot. It was sweaty. It was like a good workout. In fact, it was a good workout. I pounded Gael, and as I pounded her, she met my every thrust by pushing back against me, and as she did, I grabbed her hips, slapped her lovely ass, and ran my hands all over the contours of her perfect hips. I spread her ass to get a glimpse of her pretty little asshole. Yes, that would be a treat for another sex session. Right now, we were too busy keeping to the basics of pure, raw and primal fucking.
Then, as I was pounding her, I noticed in the corner of my eye a figure outside the door of the gym, and when I turned and looked, I saw that it was Bill. Yes, Bill was standing outside the door, his faced pressed against the glass, watching us, and, to add to his ultimate humiliation, he was stroking his cock. Gael also noticed, and when she did, she gave him the finger and laughed and cried out, “LOOSER!!!!” At that Bill turned and ran away. I can only imagine how hard he was crying.
We both laughed and this laughter only added fuel to our heated sex. But as I fucked Gael in this most primal and primitive of positions, I knew the moment of finality was coming. It was inevitable. She was too hot, too beautiful, and the contours of her hips and ass and the motions of her lovely body and her screams and moans and innocent looking ponytail in my hands as I yanked on it was too much for me, and I could feel the intense heat rising inside me, deep from within my balls, and I knew it was over, at least for this moment, and I exploded, without telling her, without any warning, deep inside of her, and explode I did with a violent pleasure that was more than suited for all the aggressive actions of this evening. Oh yes, now coming inside Gael with load after load of my hot semen. Pumping it inside her. All of my alpha sperm. “Oh God yes,” she moaned, pressing herself against me as I pushed into her, obviously wanting every drop of my potent sperm to utterly fill her.
After our sex, we fell back upon the mat, both hot and naked and drenched with sweat, and Gael put her forearm over her face, “Oh God, I have never experienced something like that…what have you done to me…”
I kissed her, soft and gently and she ran her hands over my biceps and squeezed. “Oh, you are so strong, so manly….mmmm….yes…” She kissed my chest and my arms as I ran my hand through her hair. Now, but only now, after I had my way with her, and imposed my dominance and unleashed my most primal passions, passions that her hot beauty sparked, was the time for more gentleness. Now Gael, once the standoffish bitch, was melting into my arms, literally, and as we kissed I ran my hand down her stomach, and between her legs, and filled her with my fingers. She moaned softly. “Oh, I love that…” I felt myself getting aroused again.
“We are not done our personal training session yet, Gael. In fact, we are only just beginning for tonight.”
“Oh, I know. I need more training. Please. Train me. Give me a proper workout, sir.”
Ripping off her tank top, I moved on top of her as she lay on her back. She looked down and saw my engorged member. Her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. “Oh god, you are hard again!”
“Yes, and I am going to fuck you for a second time tonight, Gael. But it won’t be the last time tonight. Hell, by the time we are through, I think I will probably fuck you at least half a dozen times. After so many months now watching you in the gym, I have some pent up pressures that need to be released.”
“Oh Racer, you are indeed quite the animal, aren’t you?”
“You have a way of bringing that out in me, dear.”
She bit my lip as I mounted her. And when she felt once again the fullness of my large manhood, she screamed again, this time louder, and as she screamed she dug her nails into my back, hard, and I could feel the skin break in a deep scratch. When I started thrusting inside her, she dug only deeper, and screamed only louder.
“Oh God, Racer, oh yes…fuck me…fuck me hard….”
I fucked her hard.
“Harder…”
I fucked her even harder.
“HARDER!!!”
I pounded her.
“OH FUCK YES!!!”
Gael was a screamer. I sensed that long ago. Now I could confirm it.
“I am making you my Hot Prize, Gael. I won you tonight. You are now mine.”
She grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as possible so as to feel all of me thrusting as deeply as possible into her. I could feel my big balls slapping against the bottom of her ass as I straightened my legs, lifted them on my feet, and pile drove into her with me cock.
“Oh yes, I am yours. I am your prize. I am your Hot Prize. Yes, Racer, you have won me. I am all yours now.” She kissed me, and as I filled her pussy with my cock, our tongues met in our warm mouths, and we were together and one in every way possible.
And as I fucked and pounded her, enjoying the vision of her body beneath me, her head turned to the side, eyes closed in ecstasy, hair disheveled, her body sweaty, her breasts moving with the motions of my thrusts, her legs wrapped around my waist, and as I could feel my cock drenched with her wetness and moving inside of her, in and out and in and out and in out and over and over and over and over again and in and out and oh yes it felt so good and she looked so hot and beautiful and as she moaned and screamed and told me to fuck her over and over again I could not–yet again–hold it back any longer and once again I felt that hot essence brewing within me, deep down in my balls and then it finally exploded and I could feel my cock throbbing as I filled her sweet vagina with another load of my hot semen.
And so things went on that night…
And so Gael and I enjoyed our first personal training session. There were many more loads for Gael that night, and night after night, as Gael enthusiastically submitted to me, and became my Hot Prize. Yes, I won her. And she was now mine to have my way with her. And trust me, I had my way with her, and she loved every moment of it.
