Roland Does Not get Pulled Off

‘Hey, buddy, are you okay?’ Roland looked to the side to see a large man in shorts and a muscle top walking toward him. The man’s gait didn’t suggest any concern, more curiosity.

‘My shorts are hooked onto the thing,’ Roland gasped as his hips were lifted higher into the air. The hem of his baggy t-shirt slipped down his body, revealing his bare stomach.

‘Why did you do that?’ asked the guy.

‘I didn’t do it on purpose! Can you help?’

The man reached Roland and looked closely at the machine. ‘How did this happen?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Roland hissed through gritted teeth. ‘Can you pull me off?’

The man laughed. ‘I’m not pulling you off, dude! But I can unhook the weights.’

As Roland was lifted higher by the machine his t-shirt slipped down further, falling over his face. Great, he thought, now I can’t see anything. He wanted to cover his torso, but that would mean releasing his grip on his shorts, which he was sure would result in even more exposure. The man called out for assistance and Roland became aware of more people arriving.

‘What’s going on?’ Roland heard a woman’s voice enquire.

‘This dude hooked his shorts on the bar.’

‘Why did he do that?’ A second woman, standing near to Roland’s head.

‘Don’t know. Can you guys hold him while I unhook the weights?’ Roland felt movement around his head, then a hand lifted his t-shirt from his eyes to reveal the two women who had agreed to help. Roland’s heart skipped a beat at the sight: they were both gorgeous, and he felt ashamed that these lovely creatures were finding him in such an awkward predicament. They both wore tight shorts and vests which revealed their toned stomachs and firm thighs – one of the women had brunette hair tied into a loose ponytail, and she smiled kindly at him with her beautiful blue eyes. The other had short red hair and a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and large green eyes. Both women were stunning, and Roland really hoped that he wasn’t about to expose himself to them.

‘Hey, buddy,’ said the redhead, ‘having a spot of bother? We’ll get you out of this, just hold on.’

She tucked his t-shirt under his chin so that at least he could still see, then both women stood on either side of him. ‘Let’s first try getting him back onto the bench,’ the brunette said, and Roland felt them both curl an arm around his thighs and place their hands on his stomach. Their hands were soft and smooth on his skin, and their touch sent a thrill through his body.

Roland’s two beautiful helpers agreed to pull him down to the bench on the count of three. He tried not to focus on the firm touch of the two women or the excited tingles coursing through him. ‘One, two, three,’ the girls counted in unison, then both leaned forward, pushing their weight against his hips. Roland thrilled at the sensation of two pairs of breasts pressed against him until he felt the waistband of his shorts begin to rip apart.