The Infamous Trio’s

Hey everyone!

So this contains some real stuff, and the rest is my madeup fantasy. I’ve written this to express my state of confusion and hopelessness. You’ll notice it in the first of the . I hope for the best and enjoy the .

It was not so long ago when I started the gym. I had a good physique even before joining the gym as a track and field athlete in my school and college days. Although I was in shape and had good stamina, I wanted to gain some muscles and look better.

I was what people nowadays say an ‘athletic nerd.’

And here’s a fact:

People say that going to the gym attracts chicks. But believe me, that is totally BULLSHIT! It only attracts guys. But yeah, I would suggest everyone work out, even if you do a little.

I had a fixed time. I went to the gym at 6 pm and usually 68 is known as the rush hour of gym. The reason I went there in the rush hour was that one girl I liked. She worked out alone. We also had a few eye contacts that were totally notsoromantic.

Every time I got nervous and looked away instantly. Although talking to women was not something I struggled with, that’s why I was called the certified ‘boi’. But this time, it was something different. Every time when I went to talk to her I couldn’t think of anything to initiate.

I don’t know why I felt those feelings for her. It was unusual I think I liked her.
I’ve met dozens of beautiful women, but she was different. It wasn’t lust but pure curiosity to know more about her. I liked her calm nature, her cute smile and her soft voice.

She was slightly taller than me, maybe a few centimetres, and I loved that. She always had a short ponytail and wore specs that made her look like an angel. I wanted to talk to her and spend time with her even though I couldn’t.

By that time, I had befriended two girls who worked out with me. One was Anjali, a Haryanvi chick. She was cute and wore glasses and fitting gym clothes.

I loved her glossy long legs, as on leg days, she would wear athlete shorts.  Yeah she looked similar to ‘Abella Danger’ facewise and figurewise as well. She was 362738 (Perfect, right?)

On the other hand, it was Anjali’s best friend, Srishti. This Rajasthani chhokri was brown in complexion. She was cute as well, but if we talk about her body, omg, its too good. Although her tits were not the size of Anjali’s but her butt made up for that. She had a lovely figure of 342840.

I tried to talk to my gym crush several times. But every time, she ended the conversation, even before it began. She was using those boring words, “hmm”, “ok” And nodding her head. My brain was yelling at me that she wasn’t interested in me. But what could I do? “Dil toh baccha hai ji!”

Days went by, and I got closer to Anjali and Srishti. We used to work out together, hang out and even made a WhatsApp group to chat all night. One evening, Srishti called me at our usual hangout spot. Anjali was there, too. Srishti said she had good news and bad news.

She asked which one I wanted to know first. Jokingly, I commented, “Are you two finally coming out as s? ”

“Ha Ha Ha,” Anjali replied to get back at me. “You’re not gonna be joking when you find out what came out yesterday.” I had no clue what she was talking about, and Srishti showed me an Instagram . It was my crush kissing a guy with a ring and kissing emoji.

Oh lord, My world was shaken. It was like the rug was ripped out from under my feet. All the while, the giggling Anjali was trying to control her laugh. At the same time, Srishti consoled me and tried to cheer me up. Deep down, I was aware this had happened in every guy’s life at least once.

The pain of losing a girl that isn’t even yours and the regret of not making that girl yours is real, and I felt it hard. Seeing me standing all silent with a dumbfounded expression on my face, Srishti got worried. She tried to cheer me up. She reminded me of the good news.

Although I wasn’t interested in hearing any more news, either good or bad, I nodded to seem interested.

Anjali: We both are deeply sad for you, Vinay. I know how it feels to lose someone that you love. But we’ve got to move, and there are several ways to overcome it.

Srishti: Absolutely, there are several ways, but the best and easiest route is to forget about the past and enjoy life. And we’ve planned how to kick it off. Le

Anjali (Interrupting Srishti): Let’s have a party, dude! Saturday Night. After the gym. We’ll decide the place on that day.

“We’ll get the booze. You don’t have to do anything, it’ll be all on us. You just be there,” said Srishti, finishing what she wanted to say.

I didn’t speak a word and just faked my smile and nodded in agreement. It was Wednesday, and I didn’t even go to the gym. Anjali and Srishti kept calling and messaging me. But neither did I pick up or reply.

Actually, I was not excited about the party and thought to avoid it. But the girl besties were rigid in their plan. On Saturday evening, they pulled up at my door after the gym. I was not expecting them at all. Both of them barged right inside the house the moment I opened the door, yelling at me.

“Why were you not picking up our calls?”

“We were shit scared and thought you’d died.”

Both of them launched these missiles at me. I didn’t answer them and just laughed a little.

“You think this is funny?” Worried, Srishti asked me.

“Why didn’t you contact us all this time? ” Asked Anjali.

“Calm down. I’m totally fine, and I just wanted some alone time, so I didn’t pick up and am really sorry for that,” I assured both of them.

It made me feel great that I’ve got some really good friends who care for me. I could see the relieved expression on their faces when they saw me. I invited them to my room and asked them if the plan was still on to lighten their mood.

And yeah, their mood was brightened. Anjali giggled creepily (hee hee hee), unzipped her gym bag and grabbed the alcohol bottle.

She was holding the bottle high with both her hands and shouting, “Ladies and gentlemen (with a royal bow). Bow down to the ground as you’re in the presence of yours truly, the prodigy child of every unemployed man and woman, BEER! ”

The two gym bags were filled with beer bottles. Maybe there were 10 bottles of Corona in there. All of us laughed our asses out hearing that impromptu announcement. “But where will we drink? ” Asked Srishti as the place was not decided yet.

I told them that we can do it in my house because my parents were out for the weekend. But we must keep it low as my sister was in her room. She was preparing for her semester exams.

So we opened our beer bottles. I warmed up the chicken curry for ‘chakhna’ that my mum had prepared before leaving. It was a good mehfil as we talked shit, drank beers and sang heartbreak songs together. We were 3 bottles down.

The alcohol started to hit, and I was feeling down singing all the heartbreak songs. Finally, I lost it when they played ‘Pehla pyaar.’ I stood up, picked up the bottle and began shouting the song. (yes, not singing).

Anjali: Oh Gareebon ke Kabir Singh, calm down or else your sister will peg you after we’re gone.

“No issue, she’s my sister. She can do it if she wants to,” I jokingly mumbled.

I was drunk and talking rubbish, crying out. “I can’t help but keep thinking about her, I loved her, I’m stupid, blah blah blah.”

On the other hand, I realized that Anjali and Srishti were not listening to me. They whispered something to each other. I asked them, “What’s that important that you two are not listening to me?”

Looking at each other with a confused look on their faces. One of them finally uttered something indicating that they were hesitant to say this.

“Actually, Vinay, seeing you suffer because of what happened and you not being able to move on. We’ve decided to take the most important step towards the path of moving on,” said Srishti.

I shook my head and asked them what is it. Anjali responded to clear my confusion, “We’re just saying that If drinking doesn’t help, then there’s only one option left. Why don’t you have ?”

Me: I understand that, but I’m not going to a brothel. I can a woman if she’s paying me money but not the other way around.

Anjali and Srishti looked at each other and held hands. “That’s what we wanted to hear, Vinay. If you don’t want to go to the brothel, then why not give us a chance? ” Anjali suggested.

Upon hearing those words, my eyes popped out. It was not what I thought was coming. Without saying anything, I just stood there because I had no idea what to say.

Srishti: We’ve deliberately made this choice, thinking that it’ll help you recoup your senses and true self.

Anjali: Absolutely, this was difficult for us as well. We didn’t want to ruin our friendship and bond. So the decision is upon you. There are some conditions that you must comply with.

Hearing all this made me emotional. Even though I was upset deep down, I was aware that if I passed this opportunity now, there would not be another one.

So I did what I had to, “Yes, but what are the conditions? ” Asking them.

Both of them had a bright grin on their faces. Anyone can tell that they were looking forward to it. The conditions were simple.

‘You will be naked this whole night.’

‘You must not reveal this to anyone at any price.’

‘You have to do everything we order you to do.’

Upon hearing the conditions, I had some doubts but in the excitement of all this, nothing was changing my mind. And then the action began. They asked me to be on my knees and stick my tongue out like a dog.

I was watching them standing in front of me like two goddesses who were going to use me however they wanted to. I understood that they had planned everything and had some special things in mind.

“Okay, bitch boy,” Anjali finally spoke in a bossy tone, “I’ve wanted this to happen for a long time now. This is the best outcome of your bitch ass behaviour that we could think of. ”

Srishti: And don’t you worry, we’re going to humiliate you, punish you and use you for behaving in such a disgraceful manner for the past few weeks. But we’re also giving you some options.

Saying this, Srishti unzipped her gym bag, pulled out a whip and said, “Reply with only yes or no.”

At that moment, I replied, “Oh hell nah,” like a dumbass. Anjali, who sneaked up behind me, grabbed my hair and pulled me backwards. And shit, that hurt a lot.

“Didn’t you hear what she said? Only yes or no with the tongue out, bitch,” asserted Anjali, an authoritative voice, “And oh hell yes, you’re getting whipped.”

I shook my head while sticking out my tongue in accordance.

Then Srishti pulled out a lube and asked, “You want to get oiled up, boy?”

“Yesh (yes),” I replied with my tongue out.

She pulled a blindfold and looked at me. But before I could say anything, Anjali exclaimed that a blindfold was necessary. So I had no say in it.

Then lastly, Srishti pulled out a freaking strapon out of the gym bag. “Oh look, Vinay,” Said Srishti laughingly, “Now your wish of getting pegged can be true. Instead of your sister, how about we peg you first.”

And no, I have no such wish. I just joked while I was drunk. But after hearing all this, I am one hundred per cent sure that I do not want to get pegged. With that, I replied with a no.

Thank god Anjali and Srishti didn’t force me to get pegged. They just laughed it off. Then Anjali blindfolded me and said to stay in my current position. I was feeling afraid and excited at the same time. To be honest, I found it kinky.

I couldn’t see anything. One of them sat beside me and touched my semierect cock. The other one sat in front of me and gave me her feet, telling me to worship her. Even though I’m not really a feet guy, I gave it a try, and it was pretty good.

I was kissing her sole and sucking on her toes. She rubbed her feet all over my face to assert dominance. I had no complaints about being a switch. I think it’s great if the roles are reversed sometimes.

I was kissing the feet while the former was milking me. She was slowly jerking me off and playing with my balls, that were not ready to explode too early. The former even sucked my left ear during milking me.

She licked my earlobes and breathed hot air that gave me goosebumps. She kept praising me, “You’re a good boy. Worship those beautiful feet well,” in a seductive voice.

Hearing the voice, I found out that it was Srishti jerking me off. I was kissing Anjali’s feet. Then, they changed positions. Srishti sat in front of me and gave me her feet to praise. Anjali didn’t even touch my cock yet. I wasn’t aware of what she was going to do.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation on my ass hole. It was Anjali pouring some lube on my asshole. I was in no position to question anything. Srishti’s foot was all the way inside my mouth. Anjali rubbed my asshole and played with my ass cheeks for a while and then slowly slipped her finger inside.

Eventually, she slipped another finger in and started stroking my dick. It was rather sassy. But I was waiting for the main course, that’s why I didn’t resist.

Glad to see that you made it here. I know this one was long, but trust me next part will be all out of and fun.

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