Mumbai Sissy Slut: How I Became Ria the City's Personal Cumrag
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Chapter 9: Gym Trainer and His Muscle Bros
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Gym Trainer and His Muscle Bros - Hey everyone, I’m Rohan (Ria), 24, from Mumbai. What began as a secret sissy fantasy turned into a total life-ruining addiction. This is my true story, chapter by chapter, of how I went from a closeted boy to a broken, leaking public-use sissy slut — used by my best friend, society uncles, strangers, and more. Each chapter gets darker, filthier, and more degrading. Expect heavy humiliation, creampies, gangbangs, public risk & raw Mumbai sleaze. Posting one chapter every few days.
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The Mumbai local train gangbang had pushed me into a new depth of depravity. Being molested and used by nine strangers in a moving public train, leaking sixteen creampies on the platform, left me in a constant state of humiliated arousal. For the next few days I avoided going out much, but my body craved more. Priya Di had punished me severely over video call for the train incident, making me edge my caged clitty for hours without release while plugged. Arjun used me once, the society uncles called me for a quick storeroom session, and the kirana gang messaged for another late-night visit. Yet the itch remained.
I had joined a cheap 24-hour gym in Andheri West two weeks earlier, mostly to stay in shape as Ria but also secretly hoping for attention. My trainer, Akash (31), was a tall, muscular, dominant Gujarati guy with a deep voice and commanding presence. He always pushed me extra hard during workouts, his hands lingering on my waist and thighs a little too long. He suspected something.
One Thursday night, after the train incident, I went to the gym at 10:30 PM when it was almost empty. I wore tight compression shorts under my track pants and a fitted tank top that showed my smooth, shaved body. Akash was finishing with his last client. When the gym closed at 11, he locked the main door and looked at me with a knowing smirk.
“Rohan ... or should I say Ria? I saw your Grindr profile. Strip. Now.”
My knees went weak. I obeyed, peeling off my clothes in the empty locker room until I stood in just a pink lace thong, matching bra, and ankle socks. Akash pulled out his phone and called five of his muscle buddies who were still in the gym area.
“Bros, come to the locker room. Special treat tonight.”
Within minutes, six muscular men surrounded me — Akash (31), Rohan (29, bodybuilder), Karan (27), Sameer (33), Vicky (25), and Deepak (28). All of them were ripped from years of heavy lifting, sweaty from their workouts, and already sporting huge bulges in their gym shorts.
Akash grabbed my chin. “On your knees, gym sissy. Time to worship real men.”
I dropped to the cold tiled floor. Six thick cocks came out — all between 7 to 8.5 inches, veiny, and heavy with the musk of post-workout sweat. Akash’s was the thickest, 8.5 inches with a fat head. I started sucking him first, taking him deep while stroking two others. For the next twenty-five minutes they rotated my mouth, each face-fucking me with gym-honed stamina. Akash skull-fucked me for eight minutes straight, making me gag loudly, drool pouring down my chest. “Look at this pathetic gym whore. All that training and you’re still just a cocksleeve.”
Rohan was rougher, holding my head and pounding my throat for ten minutes until tears streamed down. The others slapped my face with their heavy cocks, calling me “gym randi,” “protein shake slut,” and “locker room cumdump.”
“Enough warm-up,” Akash announced. They carried me to the weight bench in the main gym area. The mirrors on every wall reflected my humiliation from every angle.
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