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Justin
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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.
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