Note: This story contains Man/ boi, Daddy/ boi, authoritarian, bondage and urination themes.
(Location: Gym dressing room - late at a Friday night - nobody else there)
I began to take off my stretching clothes and I did it on purpose pretty slowly and in a way that kind of peeled them off, noticing that I started to like the feeling of undressing. Actually, I've never been an exhibitionist, but I've noticed that I like at home that I can undress slowly while looking and feeling myself a bit at the same time. I was pretty happy with my soft, smooth body. Finally, I removed my underwear, which were fairly small and tight and pink in color. They fit me snugly enough so that my little penis was covered under them completely and it seemed as if it wasn't there. For some reason, that did not bother me, it actually felt kind of fun.
When I had gotten my underwear from my feet on the bench, I arched my back and my little butt pushed out of my body. Then I heard the door close and I turned to look over my shoulder. In the dressing room had entered A Man, and not any man, this was clearly a real Man with a capital M. Broad and muscular, probably about 175 cm tall, and 80 kg in weight. I suspect He was about 40-45 years old. He was bald, and he had a big Beard. He was muscled and with wide shoulders, but he wasn't unnaturally muscled. Kind of a muscular bear bod. He had gray sweatpants on, loose, which, however, distinguished clear Man Legs below the waist. A zippered college hood that was half open. Under the sweater was a black wife beater shirt and His Chest Hair ruffled under the shirt. The man had a serious and somewhat threatening look, and he clearly was a Man who, if He said something, He would certainly be listened to.
After coming into the dressing room and the door closing The Man stayed in His place and looked at me for a long time, he looked straight at me in the eye and then let his gaze go from my head to my toes and back again. However, his gaze lasted for a longer on my upturned butt than elsewhere. I felt that I was starting to blush and a little rosiness took over my cheeks. I turned my head back into the direction of the wall hangers as I realized that he was looking, and that I thought that maybe I looked at him a little too long. I wonder if He noticed? For some reason, I felt that my little sphincter contracted shut and open at the thought of this.
I reminded myself that I was about to go into to the shower and tried to gather myself to do so. I mean, I didn't need to pay any attention to a regular gym customer. I remembered that my towel was still in my backpack, so I had to bend over the bench looking for it on the very bottom of my backpack. I suddenly realized that when I did this, I would be revealing my anus straight to The Man's direction. I heard some noise and movement behind me. I was hoping he would not notice, or at least not care about it in a negative way. I found my towel and hung it on the nail on the wall. I turned around facing the direction of The Man. He was just taking off His clothes. He was just about to take the wife beater off, revealing a big, soft muscular and massive, hairy body. He still had the sweatpants on, and now without a shirt, they stood out more clearly and emphasized his muscular legs. They also highlighted the The Man's Crotch and the lines of His Low-hanging Cock. My anus contracted again. The man again looked at me in a serious away. I turned my gaze slowly toward the shower with a bit of embarrassment, and sailed past The Man inside the shower, through a revolving door.
The Man didn't come into the shower after me. I took my time to soap up my body, and for some reason I felt I wanted to give special attention to my anus, and make sure it was as clean as a whistle. After showering, I dried myself inside the shower room, and slowly walked back into the dressing room through the revolving doors. It seemed like no one was there. The Man's clothes were still on the bench, where he had been undressing. I went to look at the clothes more closely. For some reason, I wanted to kneel down and smell them. Before I had decided whether to do just that or not, the bathroom door closed and The Man was standing in front of it. The Man walked over to me, being just inches from me, and looking straight at me, with His Beard almost hitting my nose and mouth.
The Man took hold of me and said with a low, rough voice: "You're coming with me, pussyboy." After that he turned me around, dug something from His gym bag and tied my legs together with a rope. I saw that the rope was white, a little like on a sailboat, sort of like a thin rope. Then he pressed me from my shoulders to the floor, so I went sat down on the dressing room floor. He bent my knees and pressed my heels almost to my butt so I was in an N-shaped position. He tied my arms over my legs at the spot where my ankles were, with the same white rope, so that I was sort of hugging my legs.
He turned me around so that I saw Him and His gym bag on the bench. He got two jockstraps from His Gym bag. Apparently, he had those with Him enough, so that he could put on dry ones when needed. He then took from the bench the boxer shorts he had had on when he came in. He put his hand behind my head, keeping it in place, and with the other hand he pressed his used boxer shorts on my face. "Breathe in, pussyboy." I felt the smell of The Man's Piss, Sweat, Precum and Cum. The aromas were intoxicating, and I felt again how my anus contracted again, and my little penis twitched. I inadvertently let out a small moan.
The Man took the boxers off my face, stepped back, placed the boxers on the bench and took hold of one of the jockstraps. The Man pressed it into a ball in his hand and put it under His Cock. The man waited for a moment, and started to piss into the jockstrap in his hand. Some of it dribbled over to the rubber mat on the floor. The man was drenching the jockstrap throughout with His piss, and was careful not to squeeze them dry. I wondered what The Man was going to do now and swallowed.
"Open your mouth, pussy." I swallowed again and slowly opened my mouth, and the Man began to push His Piss-soaked jockstrap in my mouth. After getting it completely inside my mouth, the man dug into his gym bag again, finding this time a roll of duct tape. The Man looked at me and pulled a long piece of tape and cut it off with his Big Hand. The Man pressed the tape firmly over my mouth. The Man took three more pieces of tape and put them partially on top of each other so that my mouth was sure to stay covered and gagged. He also put a single tape under my smooth chin, going up to my cheeks. The warm jockstrap filled my mouth completely, and the taste was very strong, warm and intoxicating. I couldn't help but squeeze the jockstrap with my mouth, causing The Man's Piss to be squeezed from it into my mouth, with me having no choice but to swallow. I moaned into my gag.
After that, The Man took out his used boxers he had previously put on my face and took out some more rope. He turned the boxers around so that the spot that his Big Cock had formed a noticeable stain on while being in The Man's pants throughout the day, and this way first put the boxers over my nose and held them there with His hand. He took the rope and tied the boxers into this position over my nose, so that he tied the rope first over the top of my nose and then the other rope under my nose. This kept the right part at the exact place on my nose, and because I was gagged, I had no choice but to breathe through my nose. The Man's intoxicating scents filled up my nostrils. The Man made sure that my eyes weren't covered, so I would see everything he was doing.
"mmmmmmh!" I was whimpering a little bit more.
"That's right, pussyboy. You just concentrate on breathing and tasting A Man's flavors - there's a lot that coming up for you from now on."
I swallowed and whimpered again.
"And you better make sure you stay quiet on the way out of here."
Out of here? How could that be possible? The Man took his bag and put it down on the floor next to me. It was completely empty. The Man lifted me up, almost like one single luggage, and lowered me back in a side position on top of his open gym bag. The Man began to lift the gym bag's zipper-lined sides up from different places under me, lifting them up next to my sides, and suddenly I realized that the bag had covered me completely. I was inside The Man's Gym Bag. The Man pulled the zipper almost shut, however, leaving an air gap so that I could breathe. I tried to move myself in the bag slightly, to no avail, and moaned. The Man lifted his gym bag, and with that me, into the air, and I felt us moving out of the dressing room. I heard noises outside the bag, from the reception and customers, until finally I felt a floor beneath the bag. I heard a trunk door shut, and realized I was in The Man's car trunk, inside the bag.
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