Groped by Bullies in the Workout Room [Third Person, Teasing, Forced, Group Sex]

Gym was always Lily’s least favorite class. She never had been the athletic, physically competitive type. So, dodgeball, kickball, basketball, or exercising did not particularly excite her. Luckily, she was able to choose her gym activity every two weeks. Lily always choose weight room. Because the guys would play basketball or some other game that didn’t appeal to her, but the teachers would let Lily, and her other non-competitive friends sit and talk in the weight room.

It was nearing the end of the period. Lily was getting ready to pack her things. She heard yelling down the hall, so she rushed in hopes of avoiding the social traffic. A group of boys passed by the weight room. She met eyes with one of them for only for a second. He went quiet and shushed the rest of the boys. Lily’s heart pumped with a flair of concern. She moved toward the door just as the boy came through the doorway. His built body towered over her. His hand gripped Lily’s side in a way that struck fear into her heart. Slowly, he backed her into the room. His two friends followed, locking the door.

“What are you doing?” Lily questioned tensely.

“No, what are you doing?” the boy shot back.

“What do you mean?”

“You are all alone in the weight room by yourself. You weren’t lifting, were you?” The group of boys chuckled as he made the jest.

“No, I was staying away from your dumbass,” she quipped.

The cruel grin that formed over the boy’s lips told her that she’d made a big mistake. The boy pushed her down on the pectoral chest press machine; his friends hovered over menacingly.

“Maybe you should try participating for once,” he teased.

The boy’s hands met Lily’s. She tried to pull away, but he sent a painful slap across her face.

“Don’t pull away from me,” he chuckled; his friends chimed in laughing as her face flushed red.

He resumed lifting her hands to the handlebars. Her arms stretched out to almost a full wingspan. Which for Lily’s five-foot-two self was hardly impressive.

“Give me ten reps,” the boy ordered in a joking manner.

“Seriously?” Lily asked, dumbfounded by the request.

His hand replied with another stinging slap. Verbally paralyzed, she forced her outstretched arms to swing around, then pull together.

“Count them out,” he yelled.

“One…” Lily let out with breathless frustration. The inside of her biceps pinched her breasts together as she continued, “Two…” The boys watched intently as she let her arms spread back out. The power they must have felt in that moment was weakening to Lily. Thoughts of escape raced through her mind, but how would she make it by all three of them? They were all so much bigger, stronger, and faster than her.

“Keep going,” the boy prodded.

Lily could feel his gaze groping her chest. But it wasn’t just him. All three of them were staring at her large, round boobs as they shook beneath her T-shirt. Their eyes beat down viciously, like hawks narrowing in on prey. Lily wasn’t sure where to look, so she just turned her face to the side. She could not stand the thought of meeting their stares.

“Three… four… five…” she counted, pulling her arms in front of her with each jostling rep.

The boy’s friends snickered along with him, reveling in Lily’s helplessness. Then, he stopped for a moment and looked around. Lily caught a quick glance as his eyes glistened at the sight of something. She turned to see what he was looking at. A water bottle? He picked it up and drank from it.

“Grab her arms,” he told his friends.

They pulled her arms from the handlebars, tightly latching onto her wrists. Her outstretched arms were torn back, causing Lily’s back to straighten, her shoulders to fall back, and her breasts to be more prominently displayed.

“LET GO! I’m gonna finish,” Lily whined.

“Not a chance,” his eyes flared.

Desperately, Lily flailed; she tried to escape their hold. But there was nothing she could do.

The boy grabbed the bottled water, then doused the front of Lily’s shirt. The cold water poured over the top of Lily’s chest. Immediately tightening her shirt to her boobs. Under her shirt, the liquid trickled down her nipples. Lily’s nipples hardened as the cold water continued to drip down her chest. The thin-lined fabric of her blue gym T-shirt molded to her tits.

“Oh my god!” her jaw dropped, realizing that her nipples were now visibly outlined through the shirt.

His cocky grimace tore into her, destroying what little sense of dignity she had left. Furiously ashamed, Lily pulled her arms trying to escape. A wave of heat streamed to her face. Desperately, she attempted to pull away, kicking and throwing her arms. It only seemed to bring him more pleasure as her tits shook with every pathetic movement.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he laughed.

Lily couldn’t believe this was happening. They were staring at her soaked shirt with their terrorizing, lusting faces.

“Looks like someone forgot a bra today,” his tone was so sarcastically smug it made Lily sick.

He pulled off his sweatshirt, dropped it to the side, and slid a stool over, plopping down right in front of her. His fingers reached across Lily’s protruding breasts, squeezing her boobs through the wet shirt. His veiny arms flexed as his grip tightened around her.

“Look at you,” he awed, staring at Lily’s chest.

His nails dug in to the rounded, outer surface of her boobs. His hold was fierce, sharp, powerful. The way he grabbed her only further solidified her vulnerability to him. He cupped the underside of her tits and lifted the weight of her boobs upward. Lily looked down with a gasping, amazed, wide-mouthed face. Then his hands went up slightly, and released her big, round breasts. They plummeted down and rebounded, like a ball landing in the sand.

As they came to a rest, his fingers latched-on to the ends of her nipples. Through the shirt, he pulled, tugged, twisted, and flicked her tits. He could see the facial contortions dancing across her face. Lily tried to hide them as best she could, but “best” was such a lost term at this point. He continued toying with her nipples, grinning with and enthused smile. The, he sent a tingling wave across her body. Lily’s nipples were being pulled straight out from her chest. The tension in her body slowly released as she rolled her head to the side.

“Mmm,” Lily tried to catch the whimper, but the boys smirk made it clear that she hadn’t.

Lily turned her head away as the boy admired her body. He continued playing with her boobs, lifting them gently, then watching as they fell back into place. He moved up on her slightly. Enough that Lily could feel his dick shifting against her thigh. The boy to Lily’s right had a full-blown erection pressing out his gym shorts. Lily felt a sick sense of pride as she turned her head seeing the boy to her left did as well.

Lily looked in front of herself to the boy’s fingertips gliding over her wet shirt, teasing her excited nipples. She whimpered gently as his fingers applied slight pressure to the ends. He pinched down, playfully tugging them. Her jaw dropped as he guided her chest closer toward his.

Lily begged, “too hard too hard too hardd TOO HARD!”.

He paused a moment reveling in her vulnerability. Then, he released, respecting Lily’s request.

“Since you are being such a good girl,” he laughed.

“Hmm… Should I lift this up?” he questioned rhetorically, tugging on her shirt.

Lily’s head nodded upward with a soft moan. Taken aback, his twisted smirk transformed into a destructive grin.

“Really? Did you boys see that? She nodded yes.”

Lily could hardly believe it herself. He was tormenting her, but she couldn’t resist. He smiled to his friends, then lifted the bottom of her shirt upward. Her heavy, round boobs spilled from the shirt; completely exposing themselves to the group of boys. Quickly, his lips plunged to her chest. They tightened together, applying a suction sensation around Lily’s nipple. His tongue was twirling around her nipple while the other hand twisted her nipple’s edge.

“Fuckkk…” Lily whispered, throwing her head back.

“Should I keep going?” he asked.

Lily’s mind advised no. She couldn’t let him get away with this. But her selfish body wouldn’t allow such a foolish decision.

“y-yes…” Lily answered.

“Are you sure?” he offered a second chance.

“Mhmmm,” she let out.

He gave her a pleased smiled as if he expected nothing less.

Suddenly, a rustling of keys sounded at the door. The boy pulled Lily’s shirt down and lifted away from her. Everyone in the room turned to see Mr. Thompson’s burly arms unlocking the door.

“Why was the door locked?” he turned to the boys who were now in a row, standing in front of Lily, facing Mr. Thompson.

“I don’t know,” they replied.

Quickly, Lily picked up the boy’s sweatshirt from the floor and pulled it over her head. Then, she walked through the wall of boys, brushing them aside as she passed.

With a look of surprise, as if he hadn’t known she was there, Mr. Thompson turned to Lily. “These boys aren’t bothering you, are they?”

“No, sir… they were just helping me with a… workout,” she stumbled slightly.

The boys seemingly taken aback raised their brows.

Not fully bought into the response, Mr. Thompson hesitated, “Well then… get to class.”

Hastily, Lily grabbed her bag and rushed out the door without looking back.

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