Justin swaggered into the gym for his daily workout. As was his custom on Thursday's he came at 8:30--90 minutes before closing. The gym was much less crowded at that time so he could move more freely. Of course, that meant there weren't as many people around to be impressed with his physique, but then he took care of that on other days. As he headed toward the locker room he saw Mike, the attendant on duty, helping another customer. "Hey Mike, where the hell are all the usual Thursday night crowd who like to came and see a real man work out?"
In a manner that was out of character, Mike simply smiled as replied "Don't know. Had other things to do tonight or its just simply a slow night."
Justin didn't hear the end of the comment as he was already on his way into the locker room. Had he been paying a little more attention he would have noticed Mike friendly manner and the slight hint of a smile of Mike's face. But then if he had been paying attention to others then he wouldn't have been Justin; smug, egocentric and arrogant. As he reached the locker
room, the few remaining customers in the gym began winding up their exercises and leaving--most of them without bothering to change back into street clothes.
Justin walked to his locker, located in such a manner that many of the other customers could see it and him, and such a placement was not accidentally. He had managed to talked the manager into moving another of the customers so that he could get this particular locker. He quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs. Following his usual routine, he glanced at the mirror near his locker. "Not a bad body there big boy--not bad at all," came a voice from several lockers down. Justin moved his eyes upward in the mirror to see who the voice belonged too.
"Number one, this is a great body and number two I'm all man and not a boy--big or otherwise. But then I guess that's something you and the other so called men around here wouldn't know anything about, is it punk?" Justin replied to Buddy's reflection in the mirror.
Buddy just glared for a minute at Justin back and then simply walked out toward the gym. Had Justin not already gone back to admiring his physique, he would have noticed the slight smile that briefly graced Buddy's lips, but he was already lost in the admiration of his body. "Nope, not bad at all. If I were to enter one of those body building contests, which I could win without even breaking a sweat, I could here the announcer now." As usual during one of his preening sessions, Justin was talking out loud and didn't care who heard. Of course there was no one around tonight to here him. "And coming on stage now is Justin Abilene. Justin stands 5'11", weighs 200 lbs and as you can plainly see has spent a good deal of time working out. Notice the massive trapezius muscles and perfectly proportioned pectorals; the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Notice in particular how the chest tapers to a slim waist in an almost perfect V and those rippled abdominal muscles. Justin is definitely the man to beat tonight." Justin returned to getting dressed for the workout and thought "yep, I would set new standards for those other people to follow. Of course, I would never enter one of those contests, because that would mean shaving my body of its gorgeous covering of black hair--something a real man would never do."
Justin pulled on his worn out jock strap, a pair of short grey sweats, white socks and black Reeboks. He then turned and headed out to the gym to work out. The gym had a rule that you must wear shirts to work out in, but Justin never bothered which was okay with the owner since he was very much like Justin too. About 45 minutes into the workout, Justin noticed that only he, Buddy, and Mike were still in the gym. Usually there were a few last minute stragglers who came in for a couple of quick pumps before their night outs. Justin simply ignored this and went to the bench press for a couple of heavy sets. He needed a spotter for this and called to Buddy "Hey, Buddy. You want to help a real man get a workout. Get your ass over here and spot for me."
"Sure, why not," was all Buddy replied as he walked over. He stopped on the way to pick up his gym bag and placed it at the head of the weight bench. "Is that all the weight you're going to press? Gee, and I thought I was going to see a real man work out."
Justin took the words as an insult to his masculinity, which they had been intended, and added 40 pounds more to the bar. He then began his sets. Following further goading by Buddy, an additional 50 pounds were eventually added. Justin was now getting a real workout. Bring the weights down to his chest for the fifth time, he started to pump them back up and realized that he wasn't going to make it. As he started straining, he noticed Buddy was just standing there. "Damn it," he called out as his face turned red, "help me get this back onto the rack."
Buddy smiled and squatted down to this gym bag. "Sure thing guy. Just let me add a couple of little things first and I'll help you out." With that Buddy took a pair of handcuffs from his bag, applied one bracelet to Justin right wrist and the other to the bar. He quickly repeated this to the left arm.
Still struggling Justin grunted "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Just making sure that you stay put for the ride ahead. I wouldn't want you to fall off the bench or anything." He then added another 50 pounds to the weight bar and lifted it to the resting bar. There was no way that Justin could lift that amount of weight and free himself. He also applied the locking collars to the bar to prevent Justin from trying to tip the weights off.
Still trying to recover from the strain Justin huffed "you fucking son of a bitch, I'm going to beat the shit out of you when I get outta here."
"You ain't going to do anything that I don't tell you to do fella. And yes before the night is over, I am going to be a fucking son of a bitch, with the emphasis on fucking."
Justin slowly comprehended what was going to happen and began
screaming "Somebody help me. This man is crazy. Let me out of here you lousy..uhm...ahhh."
These last words as Buddy shot a quick fist into Justin crotch slamming the balls into his body "I don't want to hear another word out of you or I'll beat those things into mush. There isn't anybody around here going to help you. Mike locked the gym up nearly 30 minutes ago and so there is just you, me and Mike. And he is going to be too busy with the camera and all to help you."
The pain of the shot to the balls was very intense, but Justin managed to assimilate the words. "Hey Buddy, come on why are you, aahhhh--no--ahhhh.."
Buddy had reached down and grabbed a ball claw onto Justin's balls and began squeezing. He released the pressure somewhat and said "I said shut up and I meant it. You speak when you are spoken to and never anytime else--Understand"
"Yeah, I understand but, " began Justin but he quickly shut up when the pressure began to increase.
"There you go that is a good boy. Hey Mike, you read to roll."
While Buddy had been establishing the ground rules, Mike had been busy setting up two Video cameras and preparing his 35 MM. "Yep, we'll get it from two different angles on tape and a few still shots to match."
"Oh god, guys, don't. Please man aahhh--okay--okay I'll shut
up."
As the camera's began rolling, Buddy stripped off Justin's shorts, jocks and foot wear until he was naked. He then stripped himself and straddled the weight bench with his hardening cock resting in the crevice formed by Justin's pecs. "The guys and I have decided that you need to be taught a little lesson. You are an arrogant, self-centered oaf, who is only concerned about himself. You use other people for your enjoyment and without regard for there feelings. Therefore, we have decided that you should become the instrument for other enjoyment. By the end of tonight you will know what it is like to have no control over yourself--and tonight is only the beginning. When I feel you have learned your lesson, then you will get control over your life again--but not until then. Now, lesson number one, humbleness. I want you to thank me for taking the time to teach you these lessons and then kiss the head of my cock as a symbol of your submissiveness."
"Fuck you asshole. I'd rather die than touch that thing you call a cock."
Buddy slowly stood up, walked to the foot of the bench and shot a short fist into Justin's balls driving them up into his crotch. As his fist flattened the balls, he quickly formed a claw around them and stretched them back to the limits of the sack.
"Fuck, aaahhhhh....oh god.....aaahhh. Okay, okay I'll do it.
aahh...please let them go....aaahh."
Buddy released the balls and resumed his place on top of Justin's body. With tears in his eyes from the pain and humiliation Justin said "I want to thank you for what you are about to teach me." He then slowly raised his lips to the head of Buddy's cock and kissed it. Mike made sure he had an excellent shot for this moment and Justin saw the flash go off.
"Very good big boy. But in the future it would be a lot easier if you just did what you were told. I don't care because I enjoyed the punch and would love to do it again, but then you might have nothing left between you legs when the night was over and I sure you don't want that, do you?"
"NO, NO. I'll do what you say."
Reaching down to pick up Justin's discarded jock, Buddy replied "Good. Now open wide so that I can help stifle some of the noises coming out of that mouth of yours." Justin started to say something but Mike had reached down and grabbed his balls, so he simply opened his mouth. Buddy quickly inserted the pouch and jock into the space and used the straps to tie it tightly to the head. "Now the real fun can begin."
Working quickly, Mike and Buddy lifted Justin's legs into the air and doubled them under the barbell such that the knees were crooked around them. Needless to say this left Justin's ass totalled exposed and he was helpless to do anything about it. Buddy reached into his gym bag and came up with some more toys. He sat on the bench and began working on Justin's crotch. He greased one finger and shoved it up Justin's asshole and began to massage the prostate. This combined with other hand caressing the cock and balls soon produced a throbbing hard-on. Removing his finger, Buddy tied a long rawhide cord around the base of the cock and balls and began lacing it tightly up the hard cock. It was tied off in the groove at the base of the head of the cock. "This will insure that you maintain a hard on and enjoy what is going to happen."
Justin could not believe what was happening to him and had been mumbling unintelligible through the gag. His eyes had gotten bigger as his cock hardened and was laced up. He watched in stunned horror as another rawhide cord was tied around his cock and this one used to distend his balls to the bottom of their sack and tied off. The pain was intense but not unbearable.
"There now. All ready for the rest of the evenings entertainment. OH Mike, make sure you get a good shot of this. Justin, try to look like your enjoying this. After all, we are doing this just for you."
As Mike took the photo's from different angles, Mike began to grease his hand and arm. He reinserted a finger into Justin's asshole and began to work it around. It was soon joined by another and then another until he had four fingers fully into the hole. Justin was in incredible pain by now, the tears running from his eyes and the begging from his mouth, although because of the gag they could not be heard. As Buddy was ready for the final push to get his entire hand in, he signaled Mike. Mike squatted at the head of the bench and took an alligator clamp in each hand and opening the jaws placed them over each of Justin's tits. At a signal from Buddy, Mike let the jaws close over the tits. As Justin screamed from the pain, Buddy pushed the rest of his hand into the violated hole. The pain of the tit clamps overrode the pain of the insertion and Justin was not aware of what had happened until he looked up. His mind was in total confusion as he could not comprehend what was happening.
As Buddy began to fuck his ass with his hand, Justin could feel his cock starting to get hard. While the straps had keep it hard, that was an artificial feeling, while the present hardening was real. His mind was too confused to realize that Buddy was paying particular attention to his prostate gland. Mike removed the gag from Justin and both he and Buddy smiled and they heard the groans coming from the mouth--groans of pleasure. Mike picked up the camera and positioned himself so that he got a shot from the back looking down at the arm disappearing into the asshole, the hard-on, the tit-clamps and most importantly the look of enjoyment, or at least that is what anyone viewing the picture would see, on Justin's face.
The arm fuck continued with both Mike and Buddy adding verbal
encouragement. "Now doesn't that feel so good." "Man you'll never have an orgasm like the one your about to experience." etc. etc. Occasionally Buddy would stroke the bound balls or cock as well. Finally, the moaning became louder and more urgent.
"Oh god, I'm about to cum, shit please stop. Don't make me cum, Oh god, Ooohh, yes, OOhhh." With that Justin came with the cum flying out of his bound cock landing on his chest, in his hair, and on his face. Buddy pulled out while Justin was still coming. After he had finished, Justin fell back on the bench in total exhaustion. Slowly the realization of what had happened came back to him. "Oh, my god. What did you make me do," and the tears came as well.
"Now don't cry there. We just gave you the time of your life and of course we will be willing to help you out again from time to time. Of course we still have a couple of things to do tonight yet." With that Buddy and Mike released the legs, Mike quickly stripped and straddled the bench. He threw Justin's legs over his shoulder and began fucking the dazed body builder. Buddy had picked up the camera to record the moment. Since Mike had been so turned on by the events of the night, not the sex as much as the domination and humiliation of this asshole, he came very quickly.
"No more guys okay. I'll be nice to everybody and good from now on, just no more."
"We know you will be nice and polite to everyone. Because if you don't these pictures are going to be sent to your family, friends, and all," Buddy replied.
The realization of that statement washed over Justin and he became agitated. "Hey, you can't do that. I mean you wouldn't, would you?"
"Well, as long as you do as your told no. And after I'm satisfied I'll even give you the pictures and tape to do away with. But all that is later. Right now, we have one more order of busy to attend too." Buddy reached into his gym bag and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a straight razor. Ignoring Justin's protest Buddy shaved the armpits, chest, abdomen, and groin of all hair. "Now, from now on your job will be to keep your body just as hairless as it is now. When you shave in the morning, do it all over and not just your face."
"Oh my God, Please not that. How can I show my body after all the comments I've made about shaving and hair being masculine. Oh God."
"That's too bad. You'll just have to live with it. And oh, by the way, don't think about dropping out of the gym. You will continue here as usual, working out without your shirt on so that everyone can see your hairlessness." Buddy took the keys and removed the handcuffs and ordered Justin to go wash up. As the pain racked his body he slowly stood and started to walk to the showers. "Wait a second," called Buddy. He went over and quickly removed the tit clamps from Justin's chest. The pain as the blood rushed back in was incredible and Justin fell to his knees. "While your down there, give me a blow job in appreciation for what I've shown you tonight."
This suggestion was repugnant to Justin, but he realized that he didn't have the strength to resist, so he complied with the order. "Not too good, but since it is only your first time, that is to be expected. You'll get better. Now go get cleaned up."
Mike and Buddy began cleaning up the place as Justin showered. "Hey Buddy, you really going to give those photographs to him eventually."
"Hell no. That son of a bitch has been giving guys a hard time all of his life, and I have no intention of easing up on him. I still have quite of few new and interesting things to introduce him to," Buddy replied with a smirk and then broke out laughing.
Justin stood in the shower and realized the predicament that he was in. He realized that he had no choice but to obey, but already a plan for revenge was beginning to form. One that would make tonight look like child's play.