My Trainer My Master 1 (M/f/m tv/ts bond) Julietv666@yahoo.com
I'm a twink. No doubt about it. I am only 5'5" and around 130lbs. I knew at an early age that I was attracted to men. As a boy, men found me attractive. Well, I haven't grown much physically since then. Seems that the puberty fairy didn't stop by for very long. I am 23 yrs old now, and look like a teenager. All the pervs and trolls hit on me constantly. The thing is, I have always been attracted to big manly men. Too bad that most of them are straight, but occasionally, I meet some who are after twinks like me.
I have a feminine side. I love to crossdress. I have a large selection of feminine clothes, and I absolutely love my high heels. I have blondish hair which I have let grow. I keep my body hairless and silky smooth from the neck down. I usually wear baggy clothes at my dayjob so as to appear mostly androgynous. Also, I am starting to get bigtime into fitness. I diet and exercise and keep my body slim and sexy. Luckily my job has been paying well, and I figured I could afford a personal trainer to motivate me to do more. That is how I met Marcus. He is now my master. I love being his slave. Before him, I never really thought about bdsm, or the lifestyle as he calls it. But after a few sessions with him, and I was hooked. This is the story of how I evolved into what I am today.
I cruised the internet looking for a good personal trainer in my area, and didn't see anyone that particularly caught my eye. On Tuesday, I decided to stop by the local gym to see if there were any ads on the bulletin board. Also, I figured that I could ask for recommendations at the counter if there was nothing on the board. As luck would have it, there was one ad that caught my eye: Master Marcus. I will whip you into shape. Certified Personal Trainer with full home gym. Train your place or mine. Call . . . It must have been my submissive side that resonated with the ad so strongly. I knew I had to call.
After jotting down the number, I called from my cell phone in the parking lot. The voice that answered was very masculine and strong. I almost fainted. "Marcus here, how can I help you", he said.
Hhhhhi. I got your number from the bulletin board at the gym. I'm looking for a personal trainer . . . toooooo help me . . . .um . . . kinda get in better shape." My voice was unnaturally high and I am sure that I sounded almost feminine.
"Well, I am sure I can help you. It just so happens that I have room for a new client. Like that add says, we can work out at your place or mine. I charge slightly extra for travel if I have to come to you."
"I can come to you . . . I mean, I live in an apartment . . . I don't have a gym set up there. When can you take me?" I know that last part sounded strange, but it felt totally normal.
"Thursday at 3" he said. I agreed and got his address which happened to be only three or four blocks from my apartment. We rang off, and I went about the rest of my day with a strange buzzing inside.
Thursday at 3PM I knocked on his door. He lived in an unremarkable part of the suburbs. His house was a typical two story deal with an attached garage. There were additions built on over the years. The house was kept in nice condition, and I could see a womans touch in the decorating.
Marcus answered, and I started up in awe. He was a giant compared to me. I could see in his eyes that he read me in half a second. "Come in", he said, "you must me Jamie. I'm Marcus."
He let me in to his living room, and proceeded to give me the run down for his services and prices. I think he knew right away that I wasn't looking to bulk up. He slanted his services towards aerobics and fitness. He was really easy going with an edge of control. I think it is fair to say that I liked him from the start. I settled on 3 days a week for an hour each. Each Monday morning, then Thursday and Friday afternoons. He had his gym set up in one of the additions to the house. He had everything that you could imagine and then some.
Since this was our first appointment, he had me do some simple things on the treadmill and light weights on the weight machine to gage my fitness. He also took my vitals. By the end of the hour I was pooped, but pleased. Marcus seemed pleased, but told me that he was going to really push me hard and test my limits.
The next afternoon I showed up, and his wife answered the door. Madeline was pleasant, but I could tell that she had an attitude of no nonsense. She was blonde, and dressed smartly. She had just gotten home from her work. I found out later the she was an executive admin for a large corporation near by. She eyed me like I was her inferior, and I felt weak when she looked at me too long. She sent me into the gym where Marcus was waiting for me.
"I see you met my wife." Marcus grinned at me.
"Yes sir." Was all I could stammer out, staring down at the floor.
"Ok, lets get started." He ordered. It was more like a command. Something in his voice was aggressive and domineering. He had me stretch while he stared at me like he was appraising me. He had me start out on the stationary bike. "Now, I don't want your hands to leave the handle bars till you're done. Don't disappoint me boy."
I didn't bat an eyelash when I responded with "Yes sir." I was eager to please him, and I think he could tell that I had a huge submissive streak a mile wide. At least for him I did.
I was getting pooped on the bike, and almost dropped my arms. Marcus saw this and goaded me on. He stood real close behind me so that I could feel his breath on my neck. I could feel the heat from his body even though mine was already overheated from exhaustion. Marcus grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back slightly. "I said keep your hands on the handlebars. You don't wanna disappoint me do you? "
"No sir." He released my hair. Luckily the program ended and I stopped. I kept my hands on the handlebars waiting for orders from Marcus.
"Good. You kept your hands where they should be. There may be hope for you yet." He stood towards my front, and I could see a bulge in his shorts. After a short rest, he continued on with my aerobic training. By the end of the session I was worn out.
As I was leaving, I heard him yell out to his wife, "Bitch, get in here now, it's your turn." As he said this, I was walking down the walkway next to the house. I chanced to glance in the window at this time. I saw her scurrying into the gym wearing high heels and a black leather leotard. What really caught my eye were the wrist and ankle cuffs she wore.
For the rest of the weekend, I was constantly thinking about what Marcus did to her. My imagination ran wild, imagining that I was her giving myself totally to him. I must have cum a dozen times that weekend.
Monday morning finally got here, and I was eager to see Marcus again. When I got to his place, his wife was just leaving for work. She looked like she was worn out already. She just eyed me and let me in. Marcus was waiting for me in the gym. I could smell the sex on him. I was instantly turned on thinking that Madeline had just had his dick in her. Lucky girl.
Marcus had a different routine for Mondays. "We are going to work on your legs today." He grinned at me like a wolf. "We are going to exercise your glutes to give you that nice tight ass that I know you want. We're also going to work on slimming down your waist. I know what you want."
He stared me in the eye. I could only stutter "Ok", and stared at the ground. Marcus got me face down on the weight bench and had me do reverse curls with my legs. He counted off and goaded me on.
In the middle of the set, he stepped over me with his legs on either side of me. I could feel his body close to mine. He suddenly slapped me in the ass. I jumped. He did it again a couple of more time. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" He whispered in my ear. "Did ya bitch? Cause I enjoyed it. I take particular pleasure in abusing girls like you."
I had never been spoken to like that before, and Marcus's voice oozed with virility. He was totally in charge of me at that moment. He lowered his weight onto my ass and I could feel his erection pressing between my ass cheeks. "My wife didn't have time to satisfy me this morning. If you're a good girl, I just might give you a shot at it." He had his full weight on me now, and my body was responding by pushing back against his cock.
He laid his body on top of mine. I groaned in delight and lust. This was my dream come true. He wrapped his arm around my neck and sunk his teeth lightly into my earlobe. I squealed beneath him. "Oh God, oh God." Was all that I could say.
He whispered in my ear "We need a new bottom bitch. My wife has a hard time keeping up with me. She's my top bitch." He paused to let his words sink in while thrusting his cock between the globes of my ass. He rose up off of me, and I could feel the emptiness of his absence. "Finish your set then meet me in the living room." Was all he said and walked out of the room.
I hurried through the rest of my set and was panting and weak. I rose up and went into the living room to find Marcus sitting in the middle of the couch. An obvious bulge was pushing the front of his gym short up. As I walked up to him, he pointed to the other chair in the room.
"Take a seat while I explain what's what to you", he began. Staring straight at me, he began. "I have an overactive libido. That means I need to fuck and blow my load at least three times a day, usually more. My wife can't keep up with me. I am also very aggressive and dominant. Sort of a sadist sometimes. My wife and I are looking for a new bottom bitch to help her with the load. My load, that is, and there is a lot of it. I think you may be the bottom bitch we have been looking for. If we accept you, I want you to know up front what you are looking at. First, you will be our sex slave. You will be abused and degraded. Also you will degrade your self for our entertainment. You will be trussed up and fucked and abused. You will fuck and be abused by anyone anytime anywhere anyhow we say. No exceptions. My wife is my top bitch, which means that you will be her sub. She is my sub. Get the picture"?
He paused to let that sink in. "Often, your discomfort is my pleasure. I get off on it, but sometimes I just get off on straight fucking. Depends on my mood. Same for my wife. If we start something, we will own you till we decide to get rid of you. Your body will belong to us for our pleasure. Simple as that. We will use your body hard however we want for our pleasure. My wife may care about giving you a little pleasure sometimes, but I really don't care. I will modify your body through diet and exercise or any other way that I want." He stopped again and sat there thinking. "Oh yeah, did I mention bondage? I love bondage. There is nothing more I like than fucking a tied up bitch. Lately I've been wanting to try some Japanese rope bondage. I `d like to see a slave tied up and hanging off my cock."
He stopped again. "That's about it. `cept I think you are a submissive faggot who might be the bottom bitch we are looking for. Madeline saw you the other day and thinks you look the part. We still have to see if you can act the part. Any questions?"
I looked at him in awe. This was one of my wildest fantasies come true. I was scared and shaking like a leaf. My insides felt like jello. "Well, mmmmmm, are there any limits to what you want to do to me? Also, I don't like pain, but I think I can learn to tolerate it a little if it pleases you."
"No limits except that we won't kill you. That's it. I think I can promise you that if you are the submissive that I think you are, then you will be fulfilled. . . . Now I don't want you to decide right now. I know what you want right now, which is my hard cock, but I ain't giving it to you today. I want you to go home and think about it. If you decide to submit, then come back on Thursday and begin your slave training. I will give you the hour workout for free from now on under my rules, but after the first hour, me and my wife are going to start using you. If you don't want to go through with it, don't come back. Ever. It's that simple."
"Also, when you come back, you better realize that it will be under different terms. Think about it all. Think hard. Now I got stuff to do. Take off now and if you come back Thursday, we'll get started."
I got up and went to the door. I stood with my hand on the doorknob feeling that there was more that I should ask, but I didn't know how to ask. After a second, I turned the knob and slid out through the open door. I was so weak kneed that I barely made it to my car. I sat there and thought about it a minute before starting home. My little cock was hard like never before, and I went back and forth between yes and no all the way home.
End Part 1