Mark looked around again.
[Yes, very. Do you have something, someone in mind?]
[You kinky bastard, I do. His name is Apollo. He’s a personal
trainer I know. I’ve been telling him about you, nothing specific, no
names, yet, but what we’ve been doing. He said he’s interested in
starting a regimen with you. Are you interested?]
Oh god, Mark thought, a personal trainer. This could be another thing to mark off his bucket list. He found himself nodding even though no one was there to see and he stopped himself before quickly sending back a text.
[Yes, please, sir.]
He grinned and gave himself points for the sir part. Oliver replied
with name, Apollo and an address, time and date, he was disappointed it would be Friday evening but it had him wanting it even more. There was another text from Oliver telling him that he should buy something to wear, namely a jockstrap, a tank top, and a pair of shorts, short shorts like athletes wore. Mark licked his lips at the idea and replied that he would get everything and be there on time. He had one night to kill but he didn’t want to do it alone.
[Since it’s not going to be until tomorrow do you think we could, you know, get together?]
[I’m a bit busy this evening. I want you to do something for
yourself. Your ass will be mine soon enough.]
Soon enough? It was never soon enough. Mark sighed and sent a
message back that he understood even though he didn’t and left it at that.
He pulled into the strip mall parking lot and made his way to the back where he found one remaining business amongst several others that had been closed for months, possibly years. He was surprised when he spotted three other cars parked nearby. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if there were other people here exercising, he said to himself. He looked up to the window to see a sign for Apollo’s Fitness.
This is the place, he told himself and slowly exited his car. He made sure he had everything he needed in his bag: a jockstrap, shorts, and a tank top. The outfit would be more revealing than he might be comfortable wearing, especially in front of clients, but he took a deep breath and assured himself this is what Oliver had asked him to do before he locked his car and walked to the front door. He opened it causing the familiar sound of bell on the door that he hadn’t heard in years. He stepped inside to a small reception area where he saw a young man sitting behind a desk. He was handsome, thin, and well dressed. The receptionist looked up to him with a curious brow.
“Hi, I’m here for a three o’clock appointment,” Mark said.
“You’re a little early,” the receptionist replied, “but Apollo is just
finishing up with his previous client so please take a seat and I’ll
let him know you’re here.”
Mark looked to the seats. They were just comfortable to sit for
fifteen minutes, a half hour at most. He sat and watched as the
receptionist finished whatever he had been doing on his computer
before getting up and walking to the back room. He noted that man was a bit light in the loafers and smirked to himself. Moments later the man returned and said that Apollo would be with him shortly after finishing with the previous client. He thanked him in response and looked around the room. He wasn’t surprised to see a few motivational posters on the walls and read over each of them to pass the time. He had never been one for self-motivation much less motivational posters and he just smirked to himself and rolled his eyes.
After he read over them several times he looked to the receptionist
who showed no interest in even acknowledging him so he double checked his bag, even thought about going back out to his car, when he heard voices approaching from the back room. He looked up to see two men step through a curtain. The first man was fit, dressed in a tank top and shorts, Mark assumed he had a jock underneath, no bag. He picked up his keys from the receptionist. The second man, the second man took away Mark’s breath at first sight.
He was six two or six three and muscled, black skinned, and dressed in shorts and tank top that looked too small for his body. His thighs were thick causing the shorts to ride up. His tank top looked more like a skimpy piece of cloth. He gulped when he spotted the bulge between the man’s legs and held his breath when the man passed him and he saw his muscled butt. He forced himself to look up to the man’s head but could barely get his eyes above the man’s shoulders there was just so much of him. He walked the previous client to the door. They talked like old friends and he patted the man on the shoulder as he exited. His hand alone was big and meaty. Mark thought he might crumble under a touch like that and no matter how much he tried to prepare himself he was still taken by surprise when the man, Apollo, turned to him. But his face broke into a smile making Mark feel a little more at ease.
“Are you my three o’clock?”
“Yes, uh, yes sir,” Mark stammered out.
“Good, well, I thought you’d be dressed and ready. No matter, come on back and we can take care of that.”
Mark hoped his briefs held his erection in place as he got to his feet and walked ahead of the man to the back room he had indicated. He stepped through the curtain to see a simple four walled room, not very big but full of exercise equipment. A rack of weights, an exercise bike, a rowing machine, a weight bench, and even one of those rubber balls. He spotted a large, storage chest against one wall. There was one door at the back of the room and he wasn’t sure if it was an exit, an office, or just a restroom. He looked to Apollo as he stepped into the room.
“Well, let’s see what we’re working with,” the man said.
Mark stood frozen. He looked around at the room. It was obvious,
right there was all of the equipment, and then he realized the man was talking about him. Did he want him to strip down? Was he supposed to change right there? Or was it just that he was talking about the soon to occur challenge of exercise? He tightened his grip on his gym bag.
“Well?”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, um, sir,” Mark replied.
“Strip down,” Apollo said, “you can put your bag and clothes on the chest over there I guess. Next time you can leave your work clothes in the car, leave your keys with the receptionist.”
“Oh,” Mark replied.
He set his bag on the chest and looked around the room, remembered the curtain, there wouldn’t be much privacy, he said to himself. He started to strip and looked to Apollo who moved around seeming to put things away. He folded his clothes carefully, set them atop the chest: his shirt, his pants. He set his belt and socks on top, his shoes beside his clothes until he was down to his briefs and he looked to Apollo who didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was getting something out, a weight scale. He carried it to the middle of the room. Mark turned to his bag, pulled off his underwear, opened the bag and took out his jock.
“Actually, why don’t you come over here just like that and I can get an accurate weight,” he said.
Mark dropped his jock, covered his dick and balls with his hands, then turned to the man who waited patiently. He walked to him, looked down to the scale, carefully he stepped onto it.
“Hey, Steve would you come in here with a chart for a new client?”
Apollo called out. Mark took a deep breath and looked to the muscled man with pleading eyes.
“Is there something wrong?”
Mark shook his head. There he was naked, his hands over his crotch, and the man walked into the room through the same curtains he had walked through, carrying a clipboard and pen. He moved to stand beside him, bit at the end of his pen and looked over Mark as if he were evaluating him. He felt his nipples harden, a chill in the room he hadn’t noticed before, but there was nothing he could do about it.
There was nothing, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do
about, except give in to this.
“Weight, 170 pounds,” Apollo said, “now let’s get some measurements that way we can really show improvement over the next couple of weeks.”
“I’ll be right back,” Steve said.
Mark stepped off the scale and Apollo moved it back to the corner of the room. He looked to see Steve step into the room with the same clipboard and a roll of measuring tape just like the tailor had used on him. He didn’t know just how personal this was going to get but he suspected it would get very intimate. Apollo took the measuring tape and quickly set about wrapping it around and touching it to Mark’s body, chest, biceps, waist, thighs. He called out the numbers each time and Steve quickly wrote down the numbers. When he was done he handed it back and to Mark’s surprise Steve walked out of the room.
He felt a little bit of relief to be left with just Apollo until the
man said he wanted him to get his jock, and only his jock. Mark
walked back to the chest, picked it up, stepped into it and pulled it
into place, adjusted his dick inside and felt a little bit of ejaculate
on his fingers. He quickly licked it from his fingers before turning
back to his trainer. The man smirked to him and motioned for him to step back into the middle of the room. He did.
“Ten jumping jacks,” he ordered.
Mark laughed off his nervousness and set about the task. Pushups, burpees, run in place, more jumping jacks, he quickly put him through a calisthenics test, told him to adjust pace and form each time. Mark felt his lungs begin to burn, his heart possibly beat the fastest it had done in years except for maybe during sex or
masturbation. Sweat formed all over his body, across his back, his
face, and it began to run down the middle of his back. For one
routine he felt like he had done everything perfectly because after it
he felt so tired he wasn’t sure if he could keep form no matter how
much he tried. And just when he was about to fall to the floor in
exhaustion Apollo told him to take a break after sit ups so he just
lay there and caught his breath. He heard the man move around, bring over some weights.
Still on the floor Mark looked up to see Apollo standing over his
head. He could see up the man’s shorts, a flash of white jock strap, then he set weights down on either side and ordered him to pick them up. He picked up one in each hand and set to the task of pressing them above his chest. He realized he was flat on his back, knees in the air, his dick covered by a thin white fabric, the straps around his butt. Apollo walked around him observing him from every angle.
His dick started to harden, strained against the band. Apollo kept at him, put him back through the exercises, added weights with different positions until he was exhausted, covered in sweat, one knee up, flat on his back, his head to the side. Mark panted for breath.
“Please,” Mark cried out.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’m about to puke,” Mark replied.
“Okay, let’s take a little break,” Apollo replied.
Mark looked to the man truly grateful for being given a reprieve. He
fell to his back and took several deep breaths until his heart slowed. He realized just then how read his skin had gotten, how hard his nipples felt. He wanted to touch himself all over, especially his dick and his nipples, maybe slip a finger between his cheeks, but as he lay there under Apollo’s tutelage he just bit at his lip and told himself he had to keep it professional. Just when he thought his body had almost returned to normal he heard his trainer clear his throat.
“Yes sir?”
“Just one more thing,” Apollo said.
“What’s that?”
“Cool down,” he replied.
“I’m okay,” Mark said.
“That wasn’t a question. It’s a requirement, now get your ass up,” he ordered.
Mark forced himself up to his knees, then to his feet. He watched as Apollo moved to the chest, set aside his bag and clothes, then opened it. He reached one hand down inside and took hold of something, he pulled out a silver chain, a dog chain, pulled until it reached its maximum length and then he was pulling on something, a black rubber covered head emerged, someone, Mark told himself. He watched as Apollo pulled a man from inside the chest, naked except for the rubber mask, a leather harness, cuffs on his wrists and his ankles. He was completely hairless from the neck down, no hair anywhere so his hard dick stuck out obscenely from his body. It was eight, no nine inches long, and the tip was red, that’s when he noticed the cock ring.
Apollo led the gimp slave across the room to in front of the exercise
bike and told him to get on his knees. He watched as Apollo walked into the back room for something. The gimp slave didn’t look his direction at all. Was it the receptionist under there? Had he stripped and been placed in the chest while Apollo was making him workout so hard? He looked to the doorway and saw his trainer was carrying something, he moved to the bicycle and carefully attached it, a fuck machine, Mark realized, normally it was powered by an electric motor but he had a feeling this one was powered by the bike. He was going to be on the bike, he realized. He felt his dick harden and watched as his trainer moved the slave gimp into position and slowly worked the machine into position with the other man until the dildo on its end was inserted into him, then he tied him off by the chain on his neck, his cuffs. He was stuck there. Mark unconsciously licked his lips.
“Come over here,” Apollo said.
“Yes sir,” Mark replied with renewed enthusiasm.
“This is going to be like our own little spin class,” he said, “but
with a change.”
Mark nodded to the man.
“There’s just one more thing,” Apollo said before walking away to the back room again. He came back moments later with another dildo in his hands, this one had a metal shaft attached to its base. He moved to the bike, took off the seat, and replaced it with the dildo.
“You can’t be serious,” Mark blurted out.
“Strip and ride this thing, that is if you want to give this little
piggy, gimp slave the fuck of his life.”
Oh, he wanted to do it. He really wanted to do it. This stranger who had been kept in the chest, there he was bound and naked, a hard dick between his thighs, little chance of getting off, and getting fucked in the ass by the dildo fuck machine attached to the bike he’d be powering himself.
He looked to the dildo. Apollo smirked at him before picking up the
same lubricant he had used on the gimp and applied it to the dildo
that had replaced the seat. He greased every inch of it, then
motioned for Mark to move in and get onto it. He stepped over the
center bar, put a foot on each pedal causing a slight movement of the wheels, the dildo, which caused the gimp to whimper. He smiled at the notion of what he was about to do. Apollo placed one hand on his stomach and took hold of the dildo with his other, slowly he eased him back until it entered his hole.
For just a moment he wanted to stop as he felt it dilate his
sphincter, so big he thought it would somehow split him in two but his sunk further down it. He could feel each inch push up inside of his body. His hole felt like it would never close again and he didn’t
want it to because even the pain felt like pleasure. Eventually he
sunk to the base and let out a groan, felt sweat on his brow that he
wiped away with the back of his hand. But the most surprising thing was his dick as he felt it harden like a rock. He looked down to it, red and swollen, his balls tight. He just wanted to touch it so
slowly he lowered his hand but Apollo saw him and slapped it away.
“Please sir,” he begged.
“No, get that ass moving,” the man replied.
Slowly he began to pedal and he looked to the machine as it increased in speed and he heard the gimp whimper so he slowed but Apollo was quick to spank him on the butt and he picked up speed again. The gimp before him, his thighs, narrow waist, the way his balls and dick was tucked between his thighs completely helpless. He felt another spank on his butt and picked up speed again, watched the dildo machine fuck him faster and faster until it reached its maximum speed. He was pumping as hard and fast as he could, tried to use the motion of the pedals to his advantage. Apollo reached around from behind and began to play with his nipples, two hard little points that became so sensitive that he began to twist at just a little touch. He could smell himself. He could smell the lubricant. His own heart felt like it would seize in his chest.
And the gimp, that poor gimp was secured in place getting rammed by the machine, relentless and persistent. There was no stopping it. A dildo very much like the one inside of Mark’s asshole was also in that gimp and it pounded him mercilessly. Mark’s thigh muscles strained, his feet felt heavy, his arms weak he leaned down onto the bike to try and find some comfortable position causing the dildo to shift. His balls rubbed against his thighs and if only, just only a few more inches something might touch his dick that leaked ejaculate.
Just when he was about to slow, about to give up, he felt Apollo leave him. He listened as he walked over to the chest then come back. He stepped into his sight, a flick of the wrist and Mark saw the little bull whip in his hand. “Oh no,” Mark cried out, and Apollo smirked before stepping into position and whipping him across the back. The first few times didn’t feel like much, a passing sensation, but as the man continued to whip his back he felt it build and that’s when the man struck him more quickly. He pushed harder against the pedals until the whip fell in synch with each time around. His dick. His back. His hole. His heavy feet. Sweat covered him. And that gimp, the sounds of the gimp as he struggled against his bonds somehow fueled him more, his groans almost became recognizable pleas.
That didn’t stop him. He looked to Apollo who lazily stroked his own dick with one hand and whipped with the other. He saw the shape and girth of his dick and recognized it. It was just like the dildo in him and the one in the gimp. He had made replicas of his dick and they were being fucked by them. He pushed himself up, locked his elbows, let his knees just keep going as he began to think of himself as part of that same machine fucking the gimp. He was just another part, the engine. Mark felt the pain his back as it gave in to the pain and he arched back and let out a yell, a scream, so primal and intense he barely recognized it was coming from his own body. That’s when it happened, tears running down his face, Apollo touched his dick, the sensitive head, and he shot, a blinding orgasm, sweat blinded him when he closed his eyes. And it didn’t stop, not instantly like so many others, it echoed in his body from his toes to his fingertips, from his shoulders to his knees. He felt Apollo’s arms wrap around him and he fell into his grasp, his entire body held up by the other man who slowly lifted him from the bicycle, the dildo slipped from his hole with a plop. He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so exhausted. He felt helpless and used as the man carried him over and laid him down next to the gimp on his side so he could see the stranger, the gimp.
Apollo pulled the dildo from him too, dragged the machine away. He released the gimp, pushed him to the floor and turned his head to look back at Mark who lay there naked, his limp dick leaked over his thigh. They looked each other in the eye as Apollo pushed one of the gimp’s knees up to his chest to access to his hole. He watched as the muscled man pushed inside easily and began to pound him. He could hear the skin slap against skin. He saw the pain and pleasure in the gimp’s face as the man caused his body to shift with each thrust.
Finally Apollo grunted and moaned as he pushed as deep as he could until it seemed as if the gimp himself had been flattened against the ground. He could see the perfect outline of his trainer, his thighs, his round butt, his wide back, muscled and powerful. He wished he could have another orgasm himself right then and for a moment he licked his lips when he saw the gimp take shape again before him, on his back, his dick stuck out from his body. It twitched in some attempt to just feel something, anything, just enough for the gimp to have his own orgasm. He watched as the gimp slowly reached down to touch himself only for Apollo to slap his hand away.
“Not today,” the man said.
“Please,” the gimp begged.
“No.”
Mark rolled onto his back and looked up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and let himself give in to the exhaustion. It didn’t matter if
he were naked in Times Square he needed sleep so he just let it
overtake him. Barely cognizant he listened as Apollo dragged the man into a shower, heard him cry out as the spray hit him and he
complained about it being cold water. He pleaded to just have an
orgasm but Apollo gave him an ultimatum, one orgasm and he’d be locked it chastity for two months instead of the usual one. He smirked to himself at the thought of the man in chastity. No orgasm after all of that, Mark’s mind reeled inside the darkness of exhaustion. Would that, could that ever happen to him? He didn’t like the idea but for someone else it was amusing. Then darkness again, this time broken by the feeling of being lifted and carried into the shower.
Four hands on his body, warm water, the smell of soap, those same
hands washed every inch of him, every inch, even between his toes and he never even washed his own toes, not really. He opened his eyes a little but the room was dimly lit and he could barely make out the two men’s bodies as they worked. He felt a finger inside his hole, once to clean him out, once to check for damage. He was putty to them and didn’t try to fight it.
When they finished they carried him out, dried him off, and even
dressed him. He felt Apollo lift him from the floor and carry him out
to his car and set him in the backseat. He listened as they drove
away. For a moment he thought he was being kidnapped but then he just gave over to the feeling of not knowing and fell asleep.
The car stopped and he awoke. The door opened, the two men took hold of him, Apollo was quick to put him over his shoulder while the other took his car keys and ran ahead. Mark looked up to see his neighborhood. They were taking him to his apartment. He smiled at the thought of his own bed. It was quick. Up the stairs, through his front door, to his bedroom, Apollo set him down, stripped him again, rolled him onto his side and covered him with a sheet. He felt it cover him, his shoulders, his back, his butt, all of the way down to his feet. He was home. And that’s when he heard the most surprising thing, the other man, the one who was the gimp spoke.
“Do you think he recognized me?” he whispered.
“No, I don’t think so,” Apollo replied.
“There was a moment when you were fucking me at the end that we looked each other in the eye and I think he did.”
“Does it matter?”
“I hope not.”
Mark pushed himself up on his elbow, tried to turn to look back to
them, but he heard their feet, the closing of doors as they exited.
What did that mean? I don’t really care, he told himself.
[I’m a bit busy this evening. I want you to do something for
yourself. Your ass will be mine soon enough.]
Soon enough? It was never soon enough. Mark sighed and sent a
message back that he understood even though he didn’t and left it at that.
He pulled into the strip mall parking lot and made his way to the back where he found one remaining business amongst several others that had been closed for months, possibly years. He was surprised when he spotted three other cars parked nearby. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if there were other people here exercising, he said to himself. He looked up to the window to see a sign for Apollo’s Fitness.
This is the place, he told himself and slowly exited his car. He made sure he had everything he needed in his bag: a jockstrap, shorts, and a tank top. The outfit would be more revealing than he might be comfortable wearing, especially in front of clients, but he took a deep breath and assured himself this is what Oliver had asked him to do before he locked his car and walked to the front door. He opened it causing the familiar sound of bell on the door that he hadn’t heard in years. He stepped inside to a small reception area where he saw a young man sitting behind a desk. He was handsome, thin, and well dressed. The receptionist looked up to him with a curious brow.
“Hi, I’m here for a three o’clock appointment,” Mark said.
“You’re a little early,” the receptionist replied, “but Apollo is just
finishing up with his previous client so please take a seat and I’ll
let him know you’re here.”
Mark looked to the seats. They were just comfortable to sit for
fifteen minutes, a half hour at most. He sat and watched as the
receptionist finished whatever he had been doing on his computer
before getting up and walking to the back room. He noted that man was a bit light in the loafers and smirked to himself. Moments later the man returned and said that Apollo would be with him shortly after finishing with the previous client. He thanked him in response and looked around the room. He wasn’t surprised to see a few motivational posters on the walls and read over each of them to pass the time. He had never been one for self-motivation much less motivational posters and he just smirked to himself and rolled his eyes.
After he read over them several times he looked to the receptionist
who showed no interest in even acknowledging him so he double checked his bag, even thought about going back out to his car, when he heard voices approaching from the back room. He looked up to see two men step through a curtain. The first man was fit, dressed in a tank top and shorts, Mark assumed he had a jock underneath, no bag. He picked up his keys from the receptionist. The second man, the second man took away Mark’s breath at first sight.
He was six two or six three and muscled, black skinned, and dressed in shorts and tank top that looked too small for his body. His thighs were thick causing the shorts to ride up. His tank top looked more like a skimpy piece of cloth. He gulped when he spotted the bulge between the man’s legs and held his breath when the man passed him and he saw his muscled butt. He forced himself to look up to the man’s head but could barely get his eyes above the man’s shoulders there was just so much of him. He walked the previous client to the door. They talked like old friends and he patted the man on the shoulder as he exited. His hand alone was big and meaty. Mark thought he might crumble under a touch like that and no matter how much he tried to prepare himself he was still taken by surprise when the man, Apollo, turned to him. But his face broke into a smile making Mark feel a little more at ease.
“Are you my three o’clock?”
“Yes, uh, yes sir,” Mark stammered out.
“Good, well, I thought you’d be dressed and ready. No matter, come on back and we can take care of that.”
Mark hoped his briefs held his erection in place as he got to his feet and walked ahead of the man to the back room he had indicated. He stepped through the curtain to see a simple four walled room, not very big but full of exercise equipment. A rack of weights, an exercise bike, a rowing machine, a weight bench, and even one of those rubber balls. He spotted a large, storage chest against one wall. There was one door at the back of the room and he wasn’t sure if it was an exit, an office, or just a restroom. He looked to Apollo as he stepped into the room.
“Well, let’s see what we’re working with,” the man said.
Mark stood frozen. He looked around at the room. It was obvious,
right there was all of the equipment, and then he realized the man was talking about him. Did he want him to strip down? Was he supposed to change right there? Or was it just that he was talking about the soon to occur challenge of exercise? He tightened his grip on his gym bag.
“Well?”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, um, sir,” Mark replied.
“Strip down,” Apollo said, “you can put your bag and clothes on the chest over there I guess. Next time you can leave your work clothes in the car, leave your keys with the receptionist.”
“Oh,” Mark replied.
He set his bag on the chest and looked around the room, remembered the curtain, there wouldn’t be much privacy, he said to himself. He started to strip and looked to Apollo who moved around seeming to put things away. He folded his clothes carefully, set them atop the chest: his shirt, his pants. He set his belt and socks on top, his shoes beside his clothes until he was down to his briefs and he looked to Apollo who didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was getting something out, a weight scale. He carried it to the middle of the room. Mark turned to his bag, pulled off his underwear, opened the bag and took out his jock.
“Actually, why don’t you come over here just like that and I can get an accurate weight,” he said.
Mark dropped his jock, covered his dick and balls with his hands, then turned to the man who waited patiently. He walked to him, looked down to the scale, carefully he stepped onto it.
“Hey, Steve would you come in here with a chart for a new client?”
Apollo called out. Mark took a deep breath and looked to the muscled man with pleading eyes.
“Is there something wrong?”
Mark shook his head. There he was naked, his hands over his crotch, and the man walked into the room through the same curtains he had walked through, carrying a clipboard and pen. He moved to stand beside him, bit at the end of his pen and looked over Mark as if he were evaluating him. He felt his nipples harden, a chill in the room he hadn’t noticed before, but there was nothing he could do about it.
There was nothing, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do
about, except give in to this.
“Weight, 170 pounds,” Apollo said, “now let’s get some measurements that way we can really show improvement over the next couple of weeks.”
“I’ll be right back,” Steve said.
Mark stepped off the scale and Apollo moved it back to the corner of the room. He looked to see Steve step into the room with the same clipboard and a roll of measuring tape just like the tailor had used on him. He didn’t know just how personal this was going to get but he suspected it would get very intimate. Apollo took the measuring tape and quickly set about wrapping it around and touching it to Mark’s body, chest, biceps, waist, thighs. He called out the numbers each time and Steve quickly wrote down the numbers. When he was done he handed it back and to Mark’s surprise Steve walked out of the room.
He felt a little bit of relief to be left with just Apollo until the
man said he wanted him to get his jock, and only his jock. Mark
walked back to the chest, picked it up, stepped into it and pulled it
into place, adjusted his dick inside and felt a little bit of ejaculate
on his fingers. He quickly licked it from his fingers before turning
back to his trainer. The man smirked to him and motioned for him to step back into the middle of the room. He did.
“Ten jumping jacks,” he ordered.
Mark laughed off his nervousness and set about the task. Pushups, burpees, run in place, more jumping jacks, he quickly put him through a calisthenics test, told him to adjust pace and form each time. Mark felt his lungs begin to burn, his heart possibly beat the fastest it had done in years except for maybe during sex or
masturbation. Sweat formed all over his body, across his back, his
face, and it began to run down the middle of his back. For one
routine he felt like he had done everything perfectly because after it
he felt so tired he wasn’t sure if he could keep form no matter how
much he tried. And just when he was about to fall to the floor in
exhaustion Apollo told him to take a break after sit ups so he just
lay there and caught his breath. He heard the man move around, bring over some weights.
Still on the floor Mark looked up to see Apollo standing over his
head. He could see up the man’s shorts, a flash of white jock strap, then he set weights down on either side and ordered him to pick them up. He picked up one in each hand and set to the task of pressing them above his chest. He realized he was flat on his back, knees in the air, his dick covered by a thin white fabric, the straps around his butt. Apollo walked around him observing him from every angle.
His dick started to harden, strained against the band. Apollo kept at him, put him back through the exercises, added weights with different positions until he was exhausted, covered in sweat, one knee up, flat on his back, his head to the side. Mark panted for breath.
“Please,” Mark cried out.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’m about to puke,” Mark replied.
“Okay, let’s take a little break,” Apollo replied.
Mark looked to the man truly grateful for being given a reprieve. He
fell to his back and took several deep breaths until his heart slowed. He realized just then how read his skin had gotten, how hard his nipples felt. He wanted to touch himself all over, especially his dick and his nipples, maybe slip a finger between his cheeks, but as he lay there under Apollo’s tutelage he just bit at his lip and told himself he had to keep it professional. Just when he thought his body had almost returned to normal he heard his trainer clear his throat.
“Yes sir?”
“Just one more thing,” Apollo said.
“What’s that?”
“Cool down,” he replied.
“I’m okay,” Mark said.
“That wasn’t a question. It’s a requirement, now get your ass up,” he ordered.
Mark forced himself up to his knees, then to his feet. He watched as Apollo moved to the chest, set aside his bag and clothes, then opened it. He reached one hand down inside and took hold of something, he pulled out a silver chain, a dog chain, pulled until it reached its maximum length and then he was pulling on something, a black rubber covered head emerged, someone, Mark told himself. He watched as Apollo pulled a man from inside the chest, naked except for the rubber mask, a leather harness, cuffs on his wrists and his ankles. He was completely hairless from the neck down, no hair anywhere so his hard dick stuck out obscenely from his body. It was eight, no nine inches long, and the tip was red, that’s when he noticed the cock ring.
Apollo led the gimp slave across the room to in front of the exercise
bike and told him to get on his knees. He watched as Apollo walked into the back room for something. The gimp slave didn’t look his direction at all. Was it the receptionist under there? Had he stripped and been placed in the chest while Apollo was making him workout so hard? He looked to the doorway and saw his trainer was carrying something, he moved to the bicycle and carefully attached it, a fuck machine, Mark realized, normally it was powered by an electric motor but he had a feeling this one was powered by the bike. He was going to be on the bike, he realized. He felt his dick harden and watched as his trainer moved the slave gimp into position and slowly worked the machine into position with the other man until the dildo on its end was inserted into him, then he tied him off by the chain on his neck, his cuffs. He was stuck there. Mark unconsciously licked his lips.
“Come over here,” Apollo said.
“Yes sir,” Mark replied with renewed enthusiasm.
“This is going to be like our own little spin class,” he said, “but
with a change.”
Mark nodded to the man.
“There’s just one more thing,” Apollo said before walking away to the back room again. He came back moments later with another dildo in his hands, this one had a metal shaft attached to its base. He moved to the bike, took off the seat, and replaced it with the dildo.
“You can’t be serious,” Mark blurted out.
“Strip and ride this thing, that is if you want to give this little
piggy, gimp slave the fuck of his life.”
Oh, he wanted to do it. He really wanted to do it. This stranger who had been kept in the chest, there he was bound and naked, a hard dick between his thighs, little chance of getting off, and getting fucked in the ass by the dildo fuck machine attached to the bike he’d be powering himself.
He looked to the dildo. Apollo smirked at him before picking up the
same lubricant he had used on the gimp and applied it to the dildo
that had replaced the seat. He greased every inch of it, then
motioned for Mark to move in and get onto it. He stepped over the
center bar, put a foot on each pedal causing a slight movement of the wheels, the dildo, which caused the gimp to whimper. He smiled at the notion of what he was about to do. Apollo placed one hand on his stomach and took hold of the dildo with his other, slowly he eased him back until it entered his hole.
For just a moment he wanted to stop as he felt it dilate his
sphincter, so big he thought it would somehow split him in two but his sunk further down it. He could feel each inch push up inside of his body. His hole felt like it would never close again and he didn’t
want it to because even the pain felt like pleasure. Eventually he
sunk to the base and let out a groan, felt sweat on his brow that he
wiped away with the back of his hand. But the most surprising thing was his dick as he felt it harden like a rock. He looked down to it, red and swollen, his balls tight. He just wanted to touch it so
slowly he lowered his hand but Apollo saw him and slapped it away.
“Please sir,” he begged.
“No, get that ass moving,” the man replied.
Slowly he began to pedal and he looked to the machine as it increased in speed and he heard the gimp whimper so he slowed but Apollo was quick to spank him on the butt and he picked up speed again. The gimp before him, his thighs, narrow waist, the way his balls and dick was tucked between his thighs completely helpless. He felt another spank on his butt and picked up speed again, watched the dildo machine fuck him faster and faster until it reached its maximum speed. He was pumping as hard and fast as he could, tried to use the motion of the pedals to his advantage. Apollo reached around from behind and began to play with his nipples, two hard little points that became so sensitive that he began to twist at just a little touch. He could smell himself. He could smell the lubricant. His own heart felt like it would seize in his chest.
And the gimp, that poor gimp was secured in place getting rammed by the machine, relentless and persistent. There was no stopping it. A dildo very much like the one inside of Mark’s asshole was also in that gimp and it pounded him mercilessly. Mark’s thigh muscles strained, his feet felt heavy, his arms weak he leaned down onto the bike to try and find some comfortable position causing the dildo to shift. His balls rubbed against his thighs and if only, just only a few more inches something might touch his dick that leaked ejaculate.
Just when he was about to slow, about to give up, he felt Apollo leave him. He listened as he walked over to the chest then come back. He stepped into his sight, a flick of the wrist and Mark saw the little bull whip in his hand. “Oh no,” Mark cried out, and Apollo smirked before stepping into position and whipping him across the back. The first few times didn’t feel like much, a passing sensation, but as the man continued to whip his back he felt it build and that’s when the man struck him more quickly. He pushed harder against the pedals until the whip fell in synch with each time around. His dick. His back. His hole. His heavy feet. Sweat covered him. And that gimp, the sounds of the gimp as he struggled against his bonds somehow fueled him more, his groans almost became recognizable pleas.
That didn’t stop him. He looked to Apollo who lazily stroked his own dick with one hand and whipped with the other. He saw the shape and girth of his dick and recognized it. It was just like the dildo in him and the one in the gimp. He had made replicas of his dick and they were being fucked by them. He pushed himself up, locked his elbows, let his knees just keep going as he began to think of himself as part of that same machine fucking the gimp. He was just another part, the engine. Mark felt the pain his back as it gave in to the pain and he arched back and let out a yell, a scream, so primal and intense he barely recognized it was coming from his own body. That’s when it happened, tears running down his face, Apollo touched his dick, the sensitive head, and he shot, a blinding orgasm, sweat blinded him when he closed his eyes. And it didn’t stop, not instantly like so many others, it echoed in his body from his toes to his fingertips, from his shoulders to his knees. He felt Apollo’s arms wrap around him and he fell into his grasp, his entire body held up by the other man who slowly lifted him from the bicycle, the dildo slipped from his hole with a plop. He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so exhausted. He felt helpless and used as the man carried him over and laid him down next to the gimp on his side so he could see the stranger, the gimp.
Apollo pulled the dildo from him too, dragged the machine away. He released the gimp, pushed him to the floor and turned his head to look back at Mark who lay there naked, his limp dick leaked over his thigh. They looked each other in the eye as Apollo pushed one of the gimp’s knees up to his chest to access to his hole. He watched as the muscled man pushed inside easily and began to pound him. He could hear the skin slap against skin. He saw the pain and pleasure in the gimp’s face as the man caused his body to shift with each thrust.
Finally Apollo grunted and moaned as he pushed as deep as he could until it seemed as if the gimp himself had been flattened against the ground. He could see the perfect outline of his trainer, his thighs, his round butt, his wide back, muscled and powerful. He wished he could have another orgasm himself right then and for a moment he licked his lips when he saw the gimp take shape again before him, on his back, his dick stuck out from his body. It twitched in some attempt to just feel something, anything, just enough for the gimp to have his own orgasm. He watched as the gimp slowly reached down to touch himself only for Apollo to slap his hand away.
“Not today,” the man said.
“Please,” the gimp begged.
“No.”
Mark rolled onto his back and looked up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and let himself give in to the exhaustion. It didn’t matter if
he were naked in Times Square he needed sleep so he just let it
overtake him. Barely cognizant he listened as Apollo dragged the man into a shower, heard him cry out as the spray hit him and he
complained about it being cold water. He pleaded to just have an
orgasm but Apollo gave him an ultimatum, one orgasm and he’d be locked it chastity for two months instead of the usual one. He smirked to himself at the thought of the man in chastity. No orgasm after all of that, Mark’s mind reeled inside the darkness of exhaustion. Would that, could that ever happen to him? He didn’t like the idea but for someone else it was amusing. Then darkness again, this time broken by the feeling of being lifted and carried into the shower.
Four hands on his body, warm water, the smell of soap, those same
hands washed every inch of him, every inch, even between his toes and he never even washed his own toes, not really. He opened his eyes a little but the room was dimly lit and he could barely make out the two men’s bodies as they worked. He felt a finger inside his hole, once to clean him out, once to check for damage. He was putty to them and didn’t try to fight it.
When they finished they carried him out, dried him off, and even
dressed him. He felt Apollo lift him from the floor and carry him out
to his car and set him in the backseat. He listened as they drove
away. For a moment he thought he was being kidnapped but then he just gave over to the feeling of not knowing and fell asleep.
The car stopped and he awoke. The door opened, the two men took hold of him, Apollo was quick to put him over his shoulder while the other took his car keys and ran ahead. Mark looked up to see his neighborhood. They were taking him to his apartment. He smiled at the thought of his own bed. It was quick. Up the stairs, through his front door, to his bedroom, Apollo set him down, stripped him again, rolled him onto his side and covered him with a sheet. He felt it cover him, his shoulders, his back, his butt, all of the way down to his feet. He was home. And that’s when he heard the most surprising thing, the other man, the one who was the gimp spoke.
“Do you think he recognized me?” he whispered.
“No, I don’t think so,” Apollo replied.
“There was a moment when you were fucking me at the end that we looked each other in the eye and I think he did.”
“Does it matter?”
“I hope not.”
Mark pushed himself up on his elbow, tried to turn to look back to
them, but he heard their feet, the closing of doors as they exited.
What did that mean? I don’t really care, he told himself.
