Gym Bag

"Shit," Brenner hissed. He looked around desperately. "Bro, did you bring my gym bag, the black one?

"Yeah. It's there next to the bathroom door," Ryan said gesturing to a bag on the floor.

"Cool," replied Brenner in relief. He moved to the bag and picked it up and unzipped it. "That would've sucked, bro. Its got our shoes in it."

"Oh shit. Yeah that would have sucked to forget those. My red ones are inside, right?"

"Yep. I got you, bro."

Ryan laughed, shaking his head.

Brenner asked, "What's so funny?"

"That you keep two pairs of high-heels in your gym bag," Ryan told him.

"Where else am I gonna keep them?"

"Just don't forget and bring the wrong bag to the gym," Ryan teased.

"Trust me, I only made that mistake once," Brenner said laughing. Ryan laughed too and stripped down.

The two best friends started emptying their suitcases on to the large bed. Each one had the same outfit but a different color. Tonight, Ryan was going to be wearing red and Brenner white. They each slid on their satin panties over their muscular quads and boulder sized asses. Brenner handed him a pair of red nylon thigh-high stockings with a matching red lace garter belt.

"Thanks, bro," said Ryan as he took the stockings.

"Those are the seamed ones. I know you like those," Brenner said.

"Sweet."

Brenner began to put on his white lace garter belt.

"Bro, I may have to get a bigger corset. My chest is too big." Brenner heard Ryan and turned to look at him. Ryan was standing in front of a wall mirror struggling with his red corset, trying to tie it tight in the back. Ryan got the corset when he was five-pounds of muscle lighter. He was already stacked but he kept getting bigger the more he trained. Football season had just ended so he was still in the prime of conditioning. Luckily, his waist was tiny, his chest however, was huge.

Brenner rolled his eyes and stepped behind him and took the ribbons from him. "I told you that would happen," he said with a tight yank.

Ryan let out a grunt as he felt the corset tighten around his torso. "I know, I know, but I'm not gonna stop working out."

Brenner finished tying off the bow. "You better not. That's why these dudes like us. You're hot as fuck, bro. All jacked and shit," Brenner said patting his buddy on the ass. He put his hands on Ryan's shoulders and gave them a deep squeeze, then he rested his chin on Ryan's massive shoulder and smiled at him through the mirror.

"Just trying to keep up with you, dude," said Ryan, winking while looking at his best friend in the reflection of the wall mirror.

Brenner wrapped his arms around Ryan's tight waist. "Bro, we are smoking hot pussy. Dudes want to fuck us. And we have our pick. There's no end of hot dudes that want to fuck muscle sissies like us."

Ryan nodded. "Damn, bro, muscle sissies... still not used to that phrase." The two were football players surrounded by toxic masculinity at ever turn, every day. Hearing the term for the first time made both of them uncomfortable. Brenner had learned to deal. Ryan took a little longer.

Brenner shrugged. "It's what we are bro."

"I know but most dudes don't want to fuck muscle sissies. Dudes into us are special breed," he said sounding disappointed. "But fuck if I don't I like it."

Brenner snickered. "You didn't even know you liked it until we met Mitch. I like just as much as you do but, you know, you don't have to dress like a muscle sissy to get fucked, bro. Don't get addicted to the money. Start putting out more for free."

"I do put out for free," Ryan replied defensively. "I get dick.

Brenner guffawed. "Trust me, I know you get dick. Your bedroom is next to mine."

"Right, and you're quiet as a freaking mouse when you have a dude over," Ryan said sarcastically.

"Shut up." Brenner sat down on the bed and pulled on his white, shiny, nylon thigh-highs. He took his white lace and satin corset and wrapped it around his waist. "Hey, help me with this," he said to Ryan

Ryan tied him into the tight corset until it was snug. Brenner took in a breath. "Damn, this fucker is tight. Hard to breathe sometimes. Especially when the dude has me fucking folded in half."

"Yeah, mine too but bro, looks so sexy as fuck. You're such a hot piece of ass, bro," Ryan said to him as he turned his buddy around to face him. He put his hands on Brenner's waist and pulled him close until their cocks were touching. "I love doing this shit with you."

"Me too. When ever I get that text from Mitch, my dick gets hard. Just thinking about you and me, getting dressed up like bitches together, getting fucked, gets me wired. It's so nice to get a chance to not have to be super masculine day in and day out. It's nice to let out some fem."

"No shit. The money's not bad either. But you know what? I would do this without getting paid."

Brenner nodded. "Bro, me too. Even if it's just with you and Mitch."

"Mmm," Ryan cooed as he went in for a kiss. They made out softly, feeling each other's hard, muscled bodies contrasted with the silky delicates they were wearing.

"Ryan, don't," Brenner said pulling away. "You know what'll happen if we start fucking around before a party."

"I know," Ryan replied in a cute whimper. "But you're so hot, Bren. Can't help it. Especially, when you're wearing your lace. We're pre-lubed.." he said in a tempting voice.

"Bro, you think I don't want to attack you when you're wearing it too? Fuck. I'm holding back. But we got to get going before something happens. We both need to be fresh."

"Buzz kill," Ryan said grinning. "Guess we can't go in there with our pussies full of cum."

"Here," Brenner said handing his buddy a tube of red lipstick. "And don't slap a ton on. Less is more."

"Bro, I know how to put on lipstick. It's gonna end up on their dicks anyway," Ryan said taking the tube. "We doing eye liner?" he asked as he leaned into the mirror and stretched lips tight to apply the lipstick.

"Yep." They applied their make up and slicked their thick hair back. Their masculine features were softened. It was hard to feminize two men with square jaws and stuble, but then, Mitch didn't want them passing.

Brenner's cell buzzed. He looked at it and then put it down. "He's ready for us."

"Sweet! Come on you big, jacked sissy. Time to get our pussies pounded." Ryan slapped him on the shoulder as they exited the bedroom.

Mitch waited for his boys to get dressed. He gathered together a group of men who appreciated two talented college athletes who liked to get fucked and also needed the money to pay for school.

When he first hooked up with the college boys on Grinder, it was supposed to be a pump-and-dump situation. They both wanted fucked at the same time. They liked threesomes but they liked to share a top. But when they saw Mitch for the first time, the two boys were pleasantly surprised. He looked even better than his online pictures. They didn't realize how handsome and built Mitch was for an older dude. Granted, Mitch was only ten years older, but to a 19-year-old, everyone over 28 is old. And when Mitch saw them for the first time, he thought he won the lottery. The two athletes were so masculine looking and acting. They were built with hard, ripped muscle. They had faces that were carved from granite. He would have never known if he saw them in public that they were gay, let alone raging bottoms. They ended up having regular hook ups and they all three got along great. Mitch started inviting them to parties and they started hanging out more without having sex. He knew that the boys didn't have a ton of money so, being wealthy, Mitch paid for things, gave them money if they needed it. They didn't seem to take advantage of him though. He wanted to take care of them, make sure they didn't have to stress about money while being full time students.

He introduced them to roleplay, and they took to it quickly. They found out they liked it and could live out fantasies that they didn't think they could while playing college ball and acting straight. They roleplayed a bunch of different scenarios like 'coach and football player', bad cop, military, they really loved cosplay sex in authentic looking superhero costumes, even dad/son incest. But what really got them was the fem boy scene. Mitch always had a fetish for feminizing masculine men. He wasn't sure they would be into it, but the two boys were up for anything. Mitch was surprised at how much they liked it. They were hesitant at first, being out of their comfort zones. He first introduced them to wearing panties which they loved because, to them, it was like wearing sexy speedos. From there Mitch added things like stockings and garters. The boys thought it was funny at first, making fun of each other dressed in women's lingerie. But then they started to like it. They liked the idea of dropping the hardcore masculinity and just giving themselves over to Mitch and being used like slutty women. The high-heels were a learning curve for the boys. Their big muscular bodies were hard to balance in 4-inch stilettos.

When Mitch told some of his gay friends about the two, they were eager to meet the boys. He started bringing the two around to dinner parties, pool parties and events. The football players were nervous meeting more gay men as they didn't want to jeopardize their football careers. It was risky enough just hooking up on Grinder with random guys. They both were good enough to be drafted into the NFL if they kept working hard. The two friends also loved attention, and these gay men heaped on compliments.

Mitch let it slip to his friends that the two boys were also sissies, well, a few wanted to see it for themselves. These men had no problem at all feminizing masculine men.

The first time he asked the boys to meet these men as fem boys, they were hesitant. Brenner flat out said no, he being the more insecure of the two. He was uber masculine and didn't want other men to see him like that. Ryan was ok with it as long as the men were attractive. So, Mitch offered to pay them both handsomely. He knew Brenner responded well to money. Brenner relented and said yes.

The two best friends dressed up and met the small group of four men. Brenner and Ryan were surprised at how much these men were into muscle sissies. It put the boys as ease, and they could be themselves in front of other guys besides Mitch. That night they ended up getting used and treated like whores, and they loved it. They made some good dough too. Soon, Mitch started hiring them out for private parties as sexy waiters, or strippers, any kind of sexy character. The French maid outfits were the boy's favorite costumes. They both were making a ton of money, and they loved doing it. For two guys who had to be around toxically masculine dudes every day, all day, it was a well-deserved respite from that environment. They wanted to kick back, relax, and get fucked. And they wanted to feel like bitches when they did it. They wanted real men to fuck them but not treat the boys like men. They wanted to be treated like slutty whores.

The two college athletes entered the large living room side by side, holding hands. They strutted as they walked. Each wearing 4" stiletto heels that matched the color of their outfits. Two powerfully built athletes wearing corsets, panties and stockings walking toward you on stiletto heels was enough to turn straight men gay. They were feminine and intimidating at the same time. When they walked in, the room stopped and was quiet. They counted only 4 men, 5 including Mitch, and they were hot dudes too. Mitch had good taste in men.

"Girls," Mitch said to the two fem boys. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, sir," Brenner replied.

"Look at all the hot guys bro," Ryan looked around the room and said to Brenner in a flirty, playful tone.

Brenner smirked. "Yeah, I know," he said looking around. "Which one do you want to bust in your pussy first?" he asked Ryan.

"Boys, first one is lady's choice," added Mitch announced to the men in the room. "Take your pick, girls," he said to the fem boys.

Brenner saw a man standing by the fireplace holding a beer unlike all the others who were drinking cocktails. The man stood out because he was rugged with a scruff on his jaw, his hair was brown and shaggy just below the ear. He was wearing a tight henley that clung to his chest muscles and a flannel shirt on top that was unbuttoned. The sleeves were pulled up revealing thick forearms corded with muscle. He wore tight, faded blue jeans and square-toed cowboy boots. Brenner was 99% sure the man drove a truck or owned a horse. The man gave Brenner eye contact when he took a sip of his beer. He didn't smile or smirk. He just held the gaze with a menacing look on his serious face. The man's eyes flitted up and down Brenner's jacked body. Brenner nodded to him. The man nodded once and took another drink.

Ryan scanned the group of older men. He was impressed at how Mitch knew so many attractive older men who had nice bodies. He saw a couple of wedding rings and Mitch told them some of the attendees were married to women. Ryan liked having his pick although by the end of the night, he knew he would have sex with all of them. A man caught his eye as well. He was an athletically built man, very handsome with short dark hair that seemed to be starting to recede. Ryan guessed him to be early 30s. He was wearing an Underarmour polo that fit snug on his biceps and chest. He wore a pair of form fitting golf pants and a nice pair of athletic causal shoes. The man screamed jock or ex jock or football coach or something. All Ryan knew was that the man reminded him of his high school football coach. Ryan smirked at him, and he winked back.

"I think I have spotted my first pussy splitter for the night," Brenner said to his buddy.

"Me too," replied Ryan as he nodded to his coach lookalike. "But don't worry," he said to the other four. "You'll all get your chance. Remember, lady's choice."

Brenner let go of Ryan's hand. Ryan gestured with a curled finger for the coach to approach him. The man put down his drink and gave his fellow partiers a cocky smirk. "Sorry boys, the ladies love me."

Ryan waited at the door of the room. The man approached and gallantly took Ryan's hand. "Hello, Coach," Ryan said to him with a sexy bite of his bottom lip.

"Well, hello, sweetheart," he replied as he wasted no time wrapping his arms around the kid and feeling the hard body. He grabbed a handful of muscle ass and growled, "Fucking fat muscle pussy."

"Yeah, you like that fat ass. Let's go into the bedroom and you can load me up."

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Lead the way."

Brenner stood and watched his man at the fireplace. The man didn't move, just continued to drink and stare. Usually, dudes swarmed to Brenner, so he was confused as to why this man wasn't. Fine. I'll go. And he approached the man at the fireplace.

"Hey," Brenner said confidently and almost too manly, overcompensating.

The man took a drink again from his bottle. "Hey," was all he said,.

Brenner waited for more, but all was quiet with lots of intense staring. "Lady's choice," he said. "I choose you," he said with confidence again.

The man sneered. "Yeah, I got that. What makes you think I want you?" he muttered which made Brenner flinch.

Brenner frowned. "Bro, you're here. What did you come here for? What, would you rather have my buddy?"

The man scoffed. "No. I don't want him," he said sternly.

"Ok..." said Brenner confused. The man was quiet, but his eyes roamed over the fem boy's body.

"You play ball?" the man finally asked.

Brenner raised an eyebrow. "Yeah," he replied nervously. He wondered if the man recognized him. Brenner took in the man's ruggedly handsome features. He looked like a cross between a fashion model and a redneck cowboy. Both were sexy. "I don't know what that has to do with anything."

The man snickered. "You play football, and you dress like this?" he asked condescendingly. "Tell me why."

Instantly, Brenner felt humiliated at the question. He looked around and then back at the handsome man. "Why? I like it."

"Why?"

Brenner shrugged his shoulders. "I like the way it makes me feel."

"And how does it make you feel?"

"Sexy."

"Slutty?"

Brenner thought for a second. Of course, it did but he had never admitted it to another man unless it was during sex. "Yeah. Sexy and slutty."

"Like a whore," the man stated.

Brenner raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Like a whore. I mean, you did pay to be here. Where do you think that money's going?"

"I know what I paid for," he said straight forward. "You're a big boy. Solid, nice ass. I bet you can take a pounding."

Brenner smirked. "No complaints yet."

"Huh," the man snickered again. "Big fucking football player," he muttered. "Dressing up in whore lingerie for dick."

Brenner was starting to get mad. What was this guy's problem. "That's the point of this party, bro."

"Yeah, I know," the man said. "I just didn't think you were for real when Mitch told me about you."

"You didn't think I was a football player or that I was a sissy?" asked Brenner seriously.

"The answer is football player. Definitely, football player. Never seen a sissy who was actually a ball player. I played ball in college. Never met someone like you."

"Ok, well, here I am. Do you have a problem with me being a football player and being a sissy?"

"Nope, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you weren't a fucking faggot who pretends to be a jock. Lots of you boys do that. You all are jacked but few can pass for straight."

"Ok, so?"

"So, you're the real deal. I already knew that. Just wanted to see what you'd say if I challenged you. I googled you before I came."

Brenner looked perturbed. "Mitch told you who I was?"

"Not exactly, but it wasn't hard to figure out. You've got good stats. You could go pro."

"That's the plan."

"Pro football player fem boy. Now that's a unique situation. Better hope no one finds out."

Brenner smiled but was suspicious. He also liked the man's alpha, no bullshit vibe. "Glad I chose you."

"You didn't choose me," the man said with a smirk. "I chose you."

Brenner snickered. "How is that?"

"The second your faggot sissy ass walked into the room I chose you. Fuck these other guys," he said nonchalantly. "So for you to think you chose me, well, that's fucking adorable, princess."

Brenner was taken aback at how confident and alpha this man was. To be degraded but yet complimented at the same time was something that had never happened to Brenner. This was a man's man. This was a man who knew how to treat a man like a lady.

"Huh," Brenner grunted. "So, do you want me or not?"

"A huge, jacked up, hot as fuck football player with a deep voice who has a hungry pussy and knows she's a fucking sissy cunt... and I can have a beer with him in public and no one would suspect.... fuck yeah, I want you."

Brenner swallowed hard. Fuck, this guy knows me to the fucking core. Who the fuck is this guy?

"Ok, that took a while to figure out," Brenner said sarcastically. "Follow me to the bedroom?" Brenner asked holding out his big hand. "Unless you want to fuck me right here." He was being half serious.

The man took his hand and clasped it hard. "No, princess. You follow me," he said as he gave a yank on Brenner's arm and pulled him out of the room.

They walked past a grinning Mitch. "What did tell you, Gage?" Finally, Brenner knew the man's name.

Gage gave him a fist bump. "Shouldn't have doubted you." He started to pull Brenner away and then stopped. "Oh, and Mitch, don't expect to see this bitch for the rest of the night."

Mitch flinched. "Ok, but the other guys are going to be pissed."

"I don't give a fuck. Refund those fuckers. I'll pay for all of them."