Pete's Gym
by Touchstone
The gym had been closed for three days in a row. Which, for Pete was unusual. Especially unusual considering he never left town or took time off without saying why. Some of the more concerned people in town knocked on his door, of course, although all they got from him was that he was sick. No big deal. Just because it hadn’t before didn’t mean it couldn’t happen at all, right?
So I drove past that day on my way back from work, saw it was open, and happily parked my car. It was pretty late, seeing how I drive back and forth from the city for about an hour every day, but yeah, it’s worth it. I love this town.
And I’m sure Pete doesn’t mind either. I’ve been doing this for two years now and he’s gotten used to me being the last guy out of the building at night before he closes down for the day. Sometimes he even lets me stay about ten to twenty minutes past closing time. Great guy, Pete. It’s a shame about what happened to his wife last year though. But for an old guy he’s pretty fit so it’s not like he needed looking after anyway.
I didn’t notice as I came in that night, but it was the first time Pete had taken off his wedding band. He was usually pretty emotional about his wife so we never brought it up. Under normal circumstances I might have noticed and pointed it out, but he was just cleaning up in the locker room when I came in that night. We exchanged greetings, and he just casually said that he didn’t mind if I wanted to stay on a bit longer tonight, an offer I didn’t mind taking up seeing that it’s not like I had any big plans anyway. Caroline was going to be out of town for like, a month.
I didn’t think much about how... different he looked. I just got changed and went on for my normal gym routine. I didn’t see him or anyone else for that matter that night. Friday nights tended to be slow here anyway. The other regulars were probably at the local bar drinking their work-related blues away.
I lost track of time. By the time I was done I was perhaps about an hour past closing time.
“Pete, I’m sorry for keeping you!” I shouted in the general direction of the office, “I’ll just jet on home and shower there so you can close up!”
“Don’t worry about it!” he shouted back. From the shadows through the tinted door, he was probably going through some paperwork stacked from his absence. Whatever it was gym owners needed to do anyway. “I’ll still be a while and the sauna’s still on. Why don’t you just go for a soak, take your time and shower?”
Great guy, that Pete.
So of course I changed into my towel and went for the sauna- the usual way I rewarded myself after a good workout. And with no one else in the gym but Pete, I’d have it all to myself!
So you can imagine my surprise when I walk into a steamy hot, wood-scented room to find someone already sitting there, staring straight at me at the entrance. Someone I’d never seen in my entire life. In a town this small, you tended to know everyone. Well, almost everyone.
Dressed in only a towel, the man staring back at me was definitely someone I’ve never seen before. He looked to be in his early or late fifties, his brown straight hairline already receding and flecked with grey. His face had a stern, authorative air about it, with his sharp blue eyes, his thick moustache and goatee, and his angular jaw. From where I stood, the first thing that struck me of course was how massively built he was. Even while sitting, I could already tell that he would dwarf me considerably if he stood up, his massively sculpted arms looked like he could crush me like a grape at any time he wanted.
“Uh... hi there,” I muttered somewhat timidly. It was hard not to be timid in front of someone who looked so scary.
“Come in, boy,” he rumbled in a deep, baritone voice. It was the kind of voice that could make ice melt. Smooth yet firm.
Of course, when someone you don’t know, especially a man beckons you over into a quiet room, calling you ‘boy’, you’d understandably get more than a little freaked out. I decided to give the sauna a pass that night, stepping back towards the door. Something about this man unnerved me, and I didn’t want to find out what. “That’s alright,” I said politely. “I think I’ll just hit the showers.”
This response however, made the man stand up. A sudden movement that made me flinch.
“I have been waiting for you, Joseph,” he said, still staring intently at me.
“Your friend Pete told me you would be here.”
What the hell? How did he know my name? Was he a friend of Pete’s? And why was he waiting for me? That, and a dozen other questions burned through my mind as he started approaching me, casually, striding towards me with the grace and confidence of a predator.
As he came closer, I started to smell his distinct odor. A rank, musky kind of stench that would’ve made me retch if I hadn’t been shaking in my proverbial boots. His eyes remained locked on mine, and my instincts continued to scream at me to bolt in the opposite direction. By the time he was standing directly in front of me, my face was level with his chest, covered with a thick, matted layer of hair. I kept my gaze there, stammering my excuses and questions. And yet even when I did not look at his face, I could feel his eyes boring through me, as though scanning me from head to toe.
I just hoped he wasn’t some creepy kind of fag.
“Yes,” he said like some kind of curator commenting on an artifact. “You will do. Take off your towel, boy.”
If I had been unable to find grounds enough to run like hell before, that was definitely my exit cue. Deciding that I’d had enough, I stepped back-
And bumped into a solid wall of muscle immediately behind me.
I didn’t have time to even respond to the presence of the second person before I felt two powerful arms wrap around me, pinning me close to another muscular frame directly behind me. I could feel two hard nipples on a firm chest pressing hard into my back, that, and the feeling of hot breath on the back of my neck.
“Sorry Joseph,” I heard Pete’s voice whisper behind me. “But you’re not going anyway.”
“What the fuck?” I gasped loudly. While I wanted to try to figure out why Pete would be doing something like this, I decided to save myself first. Seeing that my struggles to break free of Pete’s iron grasp were not doing any good, I opened my mouth to scream for help-
I barely got the first note out when I felt thick fingers cup my chin.
“Shhhh....” the stranger in front of me forced my gaze up to finally meet his.
“I’ll have none of that now. Be quiet, boy. And look into my eyes.”
What choice did I have? It’s not like it would have occurred to me that he could do something to me just by looking at me. Although now that I think about it, it probably should have. Something had felt off the moment I’d seen him when I came into the room. A weird, heavy kind of feeling at the back of my mind which, now that I was staring fixatedly into his eyes, now came back a thousand times stronger.
“That’s it, boy. Be in me.”
I can’t explain how I felt, then. It was like my entire world was blacking out around me while those eyes seemed to grow larger and larger until they were all that filled my vision. An odd sense of peace came over me, and I began to feel like I was teetering over the edge overlooking a deep sea of blue, just waiting for the right moment to fall in. Something about the man’s eyes was drawing me in and I was powerless to look away, like a deer caught in headlights. As terrible as whatever fate he had in store for me could have been, all that occurred to me then was how beautiful and startlingly deep his eyes were.
“Embrace our oneness. Feel me inside you.”
He had let go of my chin, then, his massive hands now gently stroking my shoulders as I kept staring, kept listening. As much as I felt like pieces of my own consciousness were now fragmenting and being pulled into him, I began to feel as though he were being drawn into me at the same time. More and more I could feel his growing presence in the back of my mind, his voice starting to echo there as he said more words that I could not always comprehend on the physical plane. As that deep voice told me to calm down, I could feel my struggles cease in real life, my heart rate growing slower and slower.
“That’s it, boy. Realize how helpless you are.”
I could feel Pete’s arms let me go, could feel him backing off. Yet my original instincts to run were now muffled by the noise in my head. It was like my brain was being bathed in static, and the only sound to pierce that now would be this man’s voice.
I could feel myself sway from left to right slightly, as though I were sleepwalking and my feet were just waiting to give way. Now that I could see this man’s face again, I saw the pleased smile on his face as he took a step away from me, as though admiring his handiwork.
He sidestepped to the left.
Mechanically, as though connected by some kind of invisible thread, I swayed to the left as well, my eyes still locked on his face. As he stepped back to the right, I followed again, a helpless puppet drawn irrevocably to his eyes.
“So,” he said, pleased with the completely placid look on my face. “Will you behave yourself now?”
“Yes, Master,” I heard myself reply. Yes. Whoever this man was, whatever his real name was, it didn’t matter. He was my Master. And I would behave. I would obey. Still a part of me recoiled in horror, inside, although it wasn’t altogether an isolated feeling. I wasn’t exactly a passenger in my own body, it was though my fragmented mind were still trying to piece together what I wanted to do despite my body already being won over by this man.
“Ah, Joseph, you’re still in there,” Master said, looking more than a little amused. “Are you confused, boy?”
I felt myself nod. I was nodding deep inside as well.
“Then come here, boy, and let me make it all better.” And the next thing I knew, he had stepped up to me, and pulled me close into a sort of bear hug. My face was pressed firmly into his chest hair, my nose completely immersed in his rank odour. I did not gag or retch. I simply breathed deep. There was a pleasant, delicateness to the scent now that I had not noticed before.
Masculine, powerful, raw, it oozed a kind of power that I wished I could breathe in and absorb through my nostrils. After the first few breaths, I felt his hand press my head in even more firmly, and I responded with a happy sigh of relief. Something about this just felt so... right.
I don’t know how long I was kept like that, nor how long I’d felt something hard poke at my stomach which, were I more lucid I would have definitely recoiled from. But all I knew was that the more I was kept there, breathing in Master’s scent, the more relaxed I felt, the more I knew everything was going to be alright.
Also I was getting more than a little turned on.
“Wait.. how?”
I heard Master chuckle as he let me go and spun me around, knowing I was almost ready. My sentence ended the minute I saw Pete still standing there, completely naked, staring back at me.
Good ol’ Pete. Balding, old, rank, smelly, masculine, beautiful, sexy, hairy, Pete.
I fell forward into his open arms, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him as wildly and fervently as I would have Caroline on one of our dates.
No, this was better. Pete was manlier. Stronger. He smelled so much better, and best of all, he had such a beautiful, thick, powerful cock. And while I moaned as his tongue thrashed wildly inside my mouth, the more I leant into him, the more I realized that I wanted much more than his tongue in my mouth.
I could feel Master’s powerful frame envelop both our bodies, hugging me from behind. And as he started kissing my neck, his goatee tickling my skin, I felt like a cog in a perfectly oiled machine, right there in its proper place.
Sandwiched between two powerful, hairy, sweaty muscle gods, I felt that it was about time I did what I really wanted to do from the very beginning.
My kisses began to trail lower. I suckled at the crook of his neck, savouring my first taste of his salty sweet sweat. His moans were sweet music to me, and I knew I wanted more. I moaned appreciatively as Master cupped my ass, whispering in my ear what a good boy I was going to be when this was over.
I suckled on Pete’s left nipple on my way down, loving the feel of the small knob of my flesh growing hard in my mouth. Something about its firmness reassured me that this was the right thing. And so I progressed ever downward, suckling and slurping as much sweat as I could from Pete’s tanned skin. Behind me, I could feel Master’s first fingers reaching in between my asscrack, and while I would’ve been scared shitless of this prospect a mere few minutes ago, now nothing felt more right than this.
I stopped my journey downward as the first fingers popped through. I’d never been touched there before. And while it hurt considerably, I knew that anything Master did to me couldn’t possibly be bad.
“Like that, boy?” his deep voice asks over my shoulder as they wriggle ever so firmly, rubbing against something so powerful that I actually stagger, moaning wantonly that I wanted more.
And so the onslaught continues. The further I go down Pete’s body, the more sweat I drink in, the more fingers I feel prodding in my anal region.
And by the time I reach my prize, nestled in all its glory between Pete’s stone-sculpted thighs, I feel those fingers withdraw, and I know something even better would replace them.
“Yeah, boy,” I hear Pete growl happily. “Take it all in.”
And so, slowly, delicately, I open my mouth and descend upon my first cock. Slowly, delicately, I savour every last second of that tangy, salty taste on my tongue as my lips close firmly upon his engorged flesh. And while my instincts had told me before that this would be the best sensation I would ever have in my entire life, I still find myself surprised that there could be an even greater pleasure than licking up Pete’s sweat from his firm skin.
Pete’s calloused fingers touching the back of my neck remind me that an even greater pleasure awaits. And so I begin to suck, quietly at first, slowly. I want both men to enjoy this as long as possible. I want them to know that I’m a good slave.
I feel Master’s cock finally arrive at my entrance, and I moan as though to let him know that I am ready. Slowly, gently, he pushes in, and it doesn’t take me long to realize that what is coming in from behind is larger, thicker than what I was suckling on at the moment.
‘I mustn’t be greedy,’ I reminded myself. The time for that would come eventually. In the meantime, I was already sucking on as much man as I could handle, moaning and slurping obscenely as drops of precum begin to cascade into my waiting mouth. Every twitch and throb of the cocks in my mouth and ass brought me closer and closer to completion.
Eventually, every trace of self restraint faded away, and before I knew it, I was being ploughed mercilessly from both directions, hips moving back and forth in my rear and my face as I began to wantonly suckle at the cock in my mouth like a hungry animal. Before long, the two behemoths roared in unison, and both my mouth and ass are flooded with copious amount of thick, hot, creamy manseed.
The sensation begins to become too much for me. The smell, the taste, the feel of their powerful, commanding figures towering over me, and before I know it, I’m gasping for breath as well, letting loose my own completion on the wooden floor beneath me.
The next thing I know, we’re all lying in a heap on the floor, my face lying contentedly on Pete’s chest as I feel Master pull out of me.
“Thank you Master,” I breathed happily, and I realized immediately that I was not the only one who said it. Pete too was looking up adoringly at Master, and I realize that we were both his slaves. Pete was just the first step taken so that he could control the gym, and I was the first victim since Pete had returned from his ‘readjustment’ in the three days spent being trained by Master.
“Change is gonna come, boys,” I heard Master announce. “And you two are going to help me pull it off.”
I grinned happily at the thought. I couldn’t wait to have more powerful men to suck off!
END