23: Gavin (Iron Fist Forge)

Gavin and the outline for this story were developed in collaboration with Beefy Boxing (Twitter: gutboxing). The story itself was then written by me. This installment is a testament to the vibrant, hot creativity of Louche Lothario readers. I invite you to celebrate this art by diving into the narrative. If you’re interested in collaborating on your own story, please fill out this form with all your depraved details. Your ideas could inspire Leo’s next steamy adventure.

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The sharp scent of disinfectant cut through the lingering steam as I toweled off in the empty locker room. My muscles buzzed with the familiar post-workout high after tonight's boxing class. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the metal lockers.

Tom, still looking after the gym, had allowed me to workout here today, despite the gym being closed. He'd met me outside to hand off the keys before rushing off for some dinner plans. I guess we're on that level now. 

A few other guys had come and gone, I assume they also had an arrangement with Tom to come by today. But now: Just me.

I pulled on fresh boxer briefs and grabbed my jeans from the hook. I enjoyed having the place to myself, taking my time to decompress after a solid workout.

Water droplets rolled down my abs as I dried my hair. The mirror showed the results of months of dedicated training - my six-pack more defined than ever, though still reliably soft when I wanted them to be (ha).

The quiet felt almost eerie after the usual cacophony of grunts, thuds, and rattling chains that filled the gym during hours. Just the buzz of the lights and the occasional drip from the showers broke the silence. 

I slipped my t-shirt over my head and started gathering my gear into my gym bag. The wall clock read 6:00 PM - plenty of time before the last subway back to the East Village.

A metallic clang echoed from somewhere in the back of the locker room, near the showers that I'd just come from.

I froze, t-shirt half-tucked. That didn't sound like normal building settling noises. Another clang, followed by what might have been footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out. My voice bounced off the tile walls. "Anyone still here?"

I bent down to tie my shoe, still wondering about those sounds. The laces had gotten soaked in the shower somehow, making them harder to manage.

A sudden crack of metal struck my temple as a locker door swung open next to me. Pain shot through my skull and I grabbed the side of my head, squinting up at whoever had opened it.

A huge guy towered over me - broad chest, thick arms, and a substantial belly. He had to be in his fifties, with a salt-and-pepper crew cut and deep-set eyes that held zero warmth. He yanked a gym bag from the locker, completely ignoring what he'd just done.

"Hey man," I said, keeping my voice level despite the throbbing in my head. "Mind being a little more careful with the door?"

His head snapped toward me, nostrils flaring. "The fuck did you just say to me?"

Before I could respond, his meaty hands seized my shoulders. He shoved me backward with shocking force. My legs hit the wooden bench behind me and I lost my balance, arms windmilling. 

The back of my head cracked against the concrete floor. Pain exploded through my skull as I lay there, vision swimming. The fluorescent lights above seemed to pulse and drift.

Through the haze of pain, I pushed myself up to sitting. The big guy loomed over me, his face twisted in a snarl.

"Fuck off," he spat.

I took a deep breath, refusing to escalate this further. "Look, I've got the key to lock up. I'll wait outside while you get dressed, alright?"

He yanked a shirt from his locker, his broad back rippling with muscle. "What's your name anyway?"

"Gavin," he growled, slamming stuff around in his locker. "And you can tell the owner to fuck off, too."

The throbbing in my head mixed with growing irritation. "You got a problem, bro?"

Gavin slammed his locker shut with a thunderous bang that echoed through the room. He stalked toward me, still bare-chested and wearing only gym shorts. His massive frame invaded my personal space as he jabbed a thick finger into my chest.

"Yeah, maybe I do. Why don't we settle this in the ring?" His breath was hot on my face as he glared down at me.

I looked up at him - he had at least a few dozen pounds on me, most of it muscle under that layer of fat. Every instinct told me to walk away, but something in his challenge sparked a different kind of interest.

"Fine," I said, meeting his gaze. "Let's do it."

I changed back into my boxing shorts, leaving my chest bare. My head still throbbed from hitting the floor, but adrenaline coursed through my veins. The cool air raised goosebumps across my skin as I exited the locker room.

Gavin stood by the ring, red gloves already strapped on. His broad chest and thick gut gleamed with sweat under the harsh lights. He tossed me a pair of blue gloves without a word.

We climbed into the ring, the ropes creaking under our weight. Gavin's eyes burned with rage as he squared up.

"There are no limits," he growled. "And I'm going to kick your ass."

The first exchange was brutal. I caught him with a quick combination, but his counter-punch crashed into my ribs like a sledgehammer. Each impact from his massive fists drove the air from my lungs. My vision blurred as he landed a hook that rocked my head back.

I gave as good as I got initially. My faster hands found gaps in his defense, peppering his face and body. But his raw power was devastating. A particularly vicious straight punch split my lip, flooding my mouth with the taste of iron.

Despite my boxing training, Gavin's size and strength began to overwhelm me. His heavy shots battered through my guard. Each punch felt like being hit by a truck. My arms grew heavier as I tried to defend against his relentless assault.

He backed me into the corner, his massive frame cutting off any escape. A thunderous body shot doubled me over. Before I could recover, his uppercut snapped my head back. The ring lights swam above me as I struggled to stay on my feet.

Trapped in the corner, my arms felt like lead as I tried to protect myself. The ropes pressed against my back, leaving nowhere to escape. Gavin's massive frame blocked any chance of slipping away. My head still throbbed from earlier, making it hard to focus.

His fist crashed into my stomach. My abs, exhausted from defending against his relentless assault, gave way. The punch plowed deep into my soft gut. A grunt escaped my lips as pain radiated through my core.

Gavin's eyes lit up. His lips curled into a predatory grin as he realized he'd broken through my defenses. Another devastating blow hammered into my unprotected belly. He twisted his fist, grinding it in deeper before yanking it back.

"Getting soft on me already?" He slammed another punch below my navel. The impact sent shockwaves through my intestines.

Each brutal shot drove deeper than the last. My legs trembled as he methodically worked over my battered midsection. Every punch forced more air from my lungs. My vision started to blur at the edges.

Without warning, his right hook caught me across the jaw. Stars exploded behind my eyes. As he pulled his glove back, I noticed it was slick with blood and saliva - my blood and saliva.

I glanced down at my heaving chest. Crimson droplets from my bleeding nose and split lip had spattered across my pecs and abs. The sight made my stomach lurch.

Gavin's grin widened as he admired his handiwork. His massive frame still blocked any escape from the corner as he wound up for another devastating combination.

My legs buckled as another devastating punch plowed into my intestines. The ropes pressed against my back, the only thing keeping me standing as Gavin's gloved fists hammered into my unprotected gut. Each impact sent shockwaves through my core, my abs long since giving up any pretense of defense.

"Getting tired?" Gavin sneered, driving his left fist deep under my ribs. The punch forced what little air remained from my lungs.

His right cross followed immediately, crushing into my lower belly. The brutal one-two combination had my bowels churning. Sweat poured down my chest as I struggled to remain upright, gloved fingers wrapped around the ropes.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Each punch methodically destroyed my insides. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the empty gym. My vision swam, but something kept me from giving in. I had to see if he would tire first.

Gavin stepped closer, pressing his bulk against me. His forearm crushed against my throat as he suddenly mashed his lips against mine. His other gloved fist ground deep circles into my battered gut, sending fresh waves of agony through my intestines.

"I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you, motherfucker," he growled against my mouth.

The confession hit harder than any punch. My cock stirred despite the brutal beating my guts had taken. Or maybe because of it. The taste of blood and sweat mixed with his aggressive kiss ignited something primal inside me.

I wanted more. Needed to see just how far he would go. Each grinding twist of his fist in my stomach only heightened my arousal. The pain blurred with pleasure as his massive frame pinned me against the ropes.

The taste of copper filled my mouth as Gavin's lips bruised against mine. His kiss was a brand, a mark of ownership. My cock hardened, betraying the arousal that this brutal assault had ignited within me.

Gavin broke the kiss with a wet smack. "You're tougher than you look," he grunted.

Before I could catch my breath, he yanked at my boxing shorts. The elastic waistband dug into my hips before giving way. My cock sprang free, already half-hard and throbbing in time with the pulsing pain in my gut.

Gavin's eyes flicked down to my erection, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, well."

He pulled off his own shorts in one swift motion, revealing a thick cock that jutted out from a nest of coarse hair. His size was as impressive as the rest of him, and for a moment, I couldn't help but stare.

But Gavin wasn't interested in showing off. He grabbed my jaw with one meaty hand, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Open wide," he commanded, shoving the thumb of his dirty glove into my mouth.

The taste of my own blood and spit mingled with the tang of leather. I gagged as he pushed deeper, his thumb grinding against my tongue. My cock twitched with each degrading thrust, my body betraying my own confusion and arousal.

Gavin's eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as he watched me struggle. "That's it. Worship it," he growled, his voice echoing in the empty gym.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of the glove in my mouth rather than the throbbing ache in my stomach. But Gavin had other plans.

Without warning, he delivered a brutally violent uppercut to my unprepared belly. The impact was like a bomb going off in my gut. My abs, already battered and soft from his relentless assault, offered no resistance.

My knees buckled under the force of the punch. I crumpled to the floor, landing hard on my knees. The breath was driven from my lungs in a rush, leaving me gasping for air.

Gavin towered over me, his cock standing at attention as he watched me struggle for breath. "You like that, don't you?" he sneered.

I couldn't speak, couldn't think beyond the pain that radiated out from my core. My vision remained blurred as I knelt there, the taste of leather and blood still lingering on my tongue.

Gavin's gloved hand grabbed a tangle of my hair, yanking my head back. "Look at me," he demanded, his eyes searing into mine.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. There was something primal in his expression, a raw hunger that both terrified and excited me.

He released his grip on my hair, his hand trailing down to stroke his thick cock with his boxing glove. "You're going to take everything I give you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to beg for more."

I knew he was right. Despite the pain, I wanted it. I needed it. My cock ached, my balls heavy.

Gavin's lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched the realization dawn on my face. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand still moving slowly up and down his shaft.

He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my lips.

"Look at you," he sneered, his voice echoing in the empty gym. "You're a fucking mess, and you're still hard for me."

I couldn't deny it. My body was on fire, a pounding mix of pain and euphoria that left me dizzy and desperate for whatever he would give me next.

Gavin's gloved hands reached out, grabbing me roughly by the head again.

"Open wide, pretty boy," he growled.

Before I could react, he was pressing the head of his cock way inside.

His thick shaft filled my mouth, the taste of his sweat and precum mingling with the lingering flavor of leather and blood. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, but Gavin was relentless.

He used his grip on my hair to pull me closer, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I struggled to breathe, my eyes watering as he began to thrust with brutal abandon.

"That's it," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, you fucking slut."

Each word was like a metaphorical punch to the gut, reigniting the pain that still throbbed in my belly. But it only served to heighten my arousal, my own cock twitching in time with his savage thrusts.

Gavin's pace quickened, his gloved hands gripping my head tightly as he fucked my face. His moans filled the gym, echoing off the mostly bare walls.

I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, the head growing impossibly harder against my tongue. I knew he was close, and the knowledge sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins.

I knelt there, Gavin's cock buried deep in my throat, my own cock erect between his calves. His gloved hands held my head in place, using me for his pleasure. The sounds of his raw, animalistic grunts filled the gym.

Suddenly, he tensed, his fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair. "Fuck," he roared, his voice echoing off the walls.

He pulled back just enough to let his dick slide free from my lips. Hot ropes of cum splattered across my face, the salty taste mingling with the sweat and blood that already painted my skin.

Gavin moaned and moaned, his body shuddering with each release. I could feel his gaze on me, drinking in the sight of his seed decorating my face.

When the last of his climax had passed, he stepped back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I knelt there, still and silent, my face upturned toward him.

Then, with a swiftness that caught me off guard, his gloved hand swung out in a violent arc. The punch connected with my cheek, the impact sending me sprawling backward onto the cold, hard floor of the gym.

My head bounced off the ground, stars exploding behind my eyes. Pain radiated from the point of impact, mixing with the lingering ache in my gut. I could taste blood in my mouth, my lip split from the force of his blow.

Through the haze of pain, I heard Gavin's voice, a low chuckle that seemed to come from very far away. "You did good, pretty boy," he said, his words slurred slightly by the euphoria of his release.

I tried to focus on him, to make out his features through the blur of my rapidly darkening vision. But my body refused to cooperate, the adrenaline that had kept me going through the beating draining away and leaving me limp and boneless.

The last thing I heard before unconsciousness claimed me was the sound of his gloves falling from his grasp, landing limp on my chest and belly, then the sound of Gavin's footsteps, retreating across the gym floor. After, everything went dark.

When I finally came to, the gym was eerily silent, the echo of Gavin's retreating footsteps a distant memory. My body was aching with a dull pain, each breath sending sharp reminders of the beating I'd endured. I lay there, sprawled on the cold canvas of the boxing ring, the taste of blood and cum lingering on my tongue, even now.

My blue gloves were a stark contrast to the red ones resting on my chest. I lifted a hand, my fingers tracing the soft, unflexed landscape of my abs. They were tender to the touch, the muscles beneath my skin relaxed and pliant. The memory of Gavin's fists plowing into my gut sent a shiver through me, a mix of genuine fear and undeniable arousal that I couldn't quite reconcile.

With a groan, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my head throbbing in time with my heartbeat. The world spun for a moment before righting itself. I peeled off my gloves and let them fall to the floor, then reached for my discarded shorts. The fabric was cool against my skin as I pulled them on, the simple act of dressing myself a small victory amidst the chaos of the night.

I stood up slowly, my legs shaky beneath me.

The gym was cast in shadows, the harsh lights dimmed to a soft glow that seemed almost peaceful. I made my way to the showers, the cold tile beneath my feet shocking me.

The water came out in an icy spray, washing away the blood, sweat, and cum, leaving me feeling raw. I leaned against the wall, letting the water cascade over me.

Gavin's brutality had been terrifying, yet there was no denying the way my cock had stirred at the thought of pushing my limits, of taking everything he had to give. The pain had been intense, but it had also been exhilarating, a reminder that I was alive in a way that few things could match.

I turned off the water and towel dried.

What a night.