Bill - the gym rival

Tyler looked around in shock as he recognised Bill's voice. The guy used the same gym as Tyler and was a complete pain. He was always showing off, taunting people when they couldn't lift as much as him, mocking people rather than helping them. What made it worse was that he was blessed with a huge physique and because he'd been working out every day since he was about 12 years old, he was strong enough to get away with it. Tyler never expected to see him in somewhere like this.

"Who's this then?" Bill swaggered up to Tyler who grunted into the gag. Bill was wearing leather jeans so thin and tight that you could almost see the striations in his muscles. His torso was squeezed into a glossy black Underarmour vest that showed off his musculature and he had a heavy leather biker jacket slung over one shoulder. His feet clicked as he walked towards Tyler as he was wearing heavy bike boots with metal studs on the soles. As he walked up to Tyler, he reached out with one meaty finger, lopped it into the D-ring on the front of the posture collar and pulled Tyler off balance.

"He looks a better size than the normal twinks you get in here, Frank." As he spoke to the assistant, he stared into Tyler's eyes through the pin pricks. Keeping a grasp on Tylers collar with one hand, he used the other one to squeeze Tylers muscles, slowly working his way down his body.

"Much better. He's built pretty well for a ****. Who does he belong to?"

"No-one. Never seen him before. He came in to buy some kit."

Bill laughed. "And this is what he chose? Clearly he's had some experience then." Tyler let out a muffled yelp as Bill's exploring hand roughly grabbed the bulge his cock was making in the rubber trousers.

"He's clearly enjoying himself too." Bill looked over at Frank. "So what do you think, Frank? Should I help him to cum to a climax, or do you think this **** needs to have that meaty cock locked up?"