Blackmailed - Part 5

A week later and Liam was back at the gym. It was still utter misery--he still was panting and out of breath even before he got on the elliptical machine, and after a few minutes he had sweat through all his clothes and his thighs started making rhythmic slapping noises as they collided on each rotation of the machine.

Or that might have been his ass cheeks--it was hard to tell at this point.

He knew from last the last time he was here that roughly 30 minutes from now every fold and crease in his body would be chafed from the constant rubbing his wobbling body caused. The worst was his thighs and armpits, and Liam resorted to medicated powder to deal with the worst of it.

Then, of course, there’d be the smell. But that wouldn’t arrive until a bit later. Hopefully after he’d spotted Noah again.

It didn’t take long. Noah came walking in and passed by the bar of elliptical machines located directly on the path to the changeroom. He smiled and nodded, and Liam smiled back--Noah must have assumed correctly that there was no breath left in Liam’s lungs for anything as frivolous as conversation. He exhaled like a freight train and gulped down air greedily with every wobbling rotation his body made.

Liam might have lasted 30 seconds longer than last time, but as expected, he eventually had to remove himself from the machine after barely 4-and-a-half minutes, hands on his knees and desperate to fill himself with as much oxygen as his now-barrel chest could contain.

“Need a drink?” Noah said, offering a bottle of water. Liam took it and drank greedily, then went back to heaving inhalations. He hoped his expression showed a measure of gratitude mixed with his obvious distress--Liam was still entirely incapable of speech.

Noah knew it and carried on the conversation himself. “Lookin’ good, big guy,” he said, which gave Liam a wry grin.

“I’m… practically… melting,” he managed, trying and failing to pull his sweat-soaked t-shirt off of his jiggling tits.

“Yeah, well, sometimes hot and sweaty can be hot.”

It was as obvious a flirt as Liam could imagine. Old instincts almost forgotten came roaring back and Liam’s predatory business instincts pushed him to seal the deal.

“Why don’t you… show me,” Liam said with only one deep inhalation to mark his sentence.

Noah smirked. “All right. Follow me, big boy.”

Liam took plodding steps as he followed Noah to the changeroom and then to the showers. He veered left and opened a door with a sign that said “UNDER MAINTENANCE” on it. Liam silently followed him inside.

“This used to be the gym’s hot sauna,” Noah said as he closed the door, “but it’s been out of commission for a few weeks. We should be clear of any distractions in here.” Noah trailed a single finger down Liam’s front as he turned to the much heavier man and lewdly licked his lips.

It had been a long time since Liam had experienced an erection this fierce, and having one at his current size was an odd experience. It used to be that only the fabric of whatever clothing impeded his organ’s rise--now it seemed like his buried unit was fighting against a wall of sweaty flesh, his head slowly emerging like a sprouting plant. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant sensation as it gave his shaft some early friction which only served to excite Liam all the more.

Eventually he felt his head strike was seemed like the edge of his underpants and create the smallest of tents. Not that either Noah or Liam could see it beneath his enormous, sagging belly, but Liam could certainly feel it. Every tiny shift in his body would cause either his garments or his own anatomy to rub against his turgid organ, and considering it was already slick with sweat, the sensations were strangely erotic--almost like his own body was teasing him.

Removing Liam’s shirt was a two-person effort. Noah started by grabbing the almost glued-on edges of the fabric and slowly rolled them up Liam’s belly. When there was finally enough to grab, Liam reached down and started hoisting but was foiled by just how tight the garment wanted to cling to his corpulence. Noah helped by continuing to roll until finally, the t-shirt passed the twin mounts of Liam’s moobs, causing ripples to flow throughout his entire body as his tits flopped free.

Noah was instantly upon those luscious mounds, tonguing and sucking the thick nips with unrestrained enthusiasm. Liam tried to keep as silent as possible, unsure how much sound deadening was offered by the door to the out-of-service sauna, but he couldn’t help but emit an excited moan.

From there, Noah licked all across Liam’s torso, seeming to enjoy the fat man’s excessive moisture like fine ambrosia. Noah’s hands were pushing and fondling every inch that he could reach, not shying away from Liam’s many rolls and folds but actively seeking them out to plumb their depths and extract even more sweat.

For Liam, it was an entirely new sensation. He’d never had tits to suck or rolls to fondle, never had crevices and chasms for a lover’s tongue to get lost in. The novelty lent the whole experience an exotic sense that he could never have even imagined before.

He felt a tugging at his waist and realized that Noah was trying--without much success--to pull Liam’s shorts down. They were as tightly adhered to Liam’s body as his t-shirt, and with the added problem of a colossal ass for them to get over, this was a two-man job.

With Liam digging his thumbs into his sides to stretch the already thinly stretched material as wide as it could go and Noah providing as much downforce as he could muster, Liam’s shorts slowly inched downwards over massive cheeks and even more massive quads. Liam noted with some distaste that his painfully erect cock didn’t catch the waistband as it descended as each thigh’s circumference now far exceeded his dick’s length, but the thought was immediately quashed as Noah dove down onto his crotch.

The fact that Liam’s nether regions were a heated swamp of fluids seemed to do nothing to dissuade Noah, who lapped at his inner thigh before sucking down his entire length. Or at least, as much of Liam’s length as was exposed. Liam knew there were several inches buried beneath the roll of fat that had taken over his pelvis, but that didn’t seem to alter Noah’s course either.

In fact, Liam could feel Noah burying his entire face trying to access as much of his dick as possible. Liam couldn’t see it, owing to the wide arc of his belly blocking all view of anything below his belly button, but he could feel it. And it felt marvelous.

So marvelous he hardly realized he was already on the edge of cumming. And then he was over that edge, filling Noah’s greedy mouth with what felt like more cum than he’d ever jizzed before.

Noah’s inhalation was almost theatrical as he rose, but it occurred to Liam he probably hadn’t taken a single breath since initiating the blow job.

“Thanks for the load, tubby,” Noah said, although to Liam it seemed like he said that last word without even a hint of rancor. “Maybe next time you come back to my place for a… private workout session?”

Which Liam did. Many, many times.