Chapter #5Gym by: poky   As Ichigo ran towards the gym, he didn't notice that almost everyone on the street seems to be eyeing on him as he ran past them, maybe because he try to navigate the shortest route to the gym. Men stare it with envy and women licked their lips in lust as the handsome orange-haired teenager ran past. Their eyes gazed at both muscular arms that show off beside his body. The men and women stare at the pecs that jutted out proudly against the tank top, the abs that was clearly visible through the fabric, and the muscular thighs that flexed while the teenager ran. As Ichigo ran past, their eyes were glued to the muscular firm ass that showed through the tight athlete shorts, unknowing that there is a little man fighting for survival inside it.
Inside the shorts, the situation was getting more hellish by the second for Renji. He was fighting for his life as he struggled not to slip towards Ichigo's smelly butt crack, but the swaying and sweating isn't helping. Renji could feel that he was getting more and more nearer to the middle. He tried to grab some butt hair for holding, but the sweat has made the hair too slippery to hold for a long time. Renji tried to shout for Ichigo's attention, but instead of getting his attention, he got a mouthful of Ichigo's butt sweat. Renji groaned in frustration as he tried to get his friend attention, but instead he got unknowingly tortured by his friend’s giant body. Renji silently prayed that hopefully this ordeal will soon be over.
Suddenly, as if his prayers were answered, the movement ceased and Renji wasn’t slipping anymore. Outside, Ichigo had finally reached the local gym. He wiped the sweat from his forehead while resting for a while and glanced at his watch. Realized that he was already late, he quickly rushed into the gym. Unfortunately for Renji, a sudden jolt is all it needed for Renji to slip into the butt crack. Renji was resting from all that he endured just now and he couldn’t get a hold onto anything when Ichigo suddenly moved.
“NOOOOO!!” Renji cried as he slipped between Ichigo’s massive glutes as if they are swallowing him whole. He was wedged deep between them like a hotdog in its bun. Ichigo had worn those shorts that cupped his butt cheeks so firmly, Renji was squeezed by his twitching anal muscles as he slide deeper into the butt crack. The walls that hug him are feverishly hot and slick, they smeared a vile, bitter taste against his lips. He tried to spat the bitter taste out of his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, he accidently swallowed a big droplet of sweat. His face twisted with disgust as the foul liquid dropped into his stomach. He tried to crawl out from his smelly prison but to no avail, as the muscles are clenching him tightly, made him unable to move. Renji made a mental note to himself for not opening his mouth again as to avoid getting another mouthful of the teen’s ass sweat.
Outside, Ichigo quickly rushed to the locker room and started to get ready for his workout. He decided to go shirtless, showing off his pecs and eight pack abs, since it was hot inside here too. After putting his things into his locker, he went to the treadmill and started to jog. This day turned out to be a hot day, and there were only some regular members at the gym. Those members seemed to stare at Ichigo’s body as he jogged at the treadmill, admiring his impressive torso and his thick thighs, but Ichigo seemed to be oblivious about those staring. Inside the shorts, Renji desperately tried to grab hold on anything he could, but every jolt or movement that Ichigo made had knocked him back to place, or worse, seemed to let him slide deeper into the butt crack. There was nothing else Renji could do though, as both mounds of flesh beside him pressed against him rhythmically, squeezed the air out of him, as Ichigo jogged at the treadmill.
After a while, Ichigo finished his warm up as he walked towards the weight lifting section. Renji could feel that the movement ceased as the jogging turned into walking. He was suddenly filled with hope as he believed that Ichigo had finally finished whatever he was doing just now. Unknown to him, this was just the beginning. Upon entering the weight lifting section, Ichigo approached a nearby bench and sat down on it. He tossed the small dumbbell he was holding away and reached for a stack of bigger ones. His large hand grabbed the biggest one there, several pounds of pure steel, and held it with both hands. Taking a deep breath, the orange-haired teenager began pumping as he lifted the weight to his chest and then lowered it. While he repeated this action again and again, Renji was busy trying to survive underneath the immense weight.
Underneath Ichigo struggled Renji, barely able to move under Ichigo’s godly crushing weight. All those heavy muscles he had stared when at Ichigo’s room were now above him, their weight trying to squash him like a bug. “S-Someone…H-help me…” Renji begged as he weakly struggled against Ichigo’s bulk. Nothing he did budged the behemoth and his body heat was slowly cooking the shrunken Shinigami, making him sweat profoundly while all he could do in exchange was waiting helplessly. All those extra sweat that Ichigo produced while he was working out didn’t help either, as they were threatening to drown Renji. Every drop of sweat splashed at Renji’s face like a waterfall, and he was forced to breathe at the musky scent of Ichigo’s butt to avoid suffocation.
In minutes Renji couldn’t take the heat and pressure anymore, he was slowly losing his conscious. His thought fought to stay awake but in the end he blacked out, his last thought being of his body succumbing to the bigger male while he was unconscious. Then,...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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