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By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
Back Room ---------
This is a small mid-western town. It is quite sleepy for the most
part people know one another. I had purchased the small gym a few
months back and was just getting around to sprucing it up.
I had moved here in part to get away from the heavy hustle and
bustle of the city, but also to do something different. When I had
arrived in town, the gym was up for sale and some mega-corp wanted
to take it over. I bought it instead and the rest as they say is
history.
The work-out crowd was filled with young, strapping men for the
most part. I frequently made it my business to clean the men's
locker room area when the younger crowd came back from the mines.
They were, of course all "straight."
I hadn't found the back room at first. Only when I went cleaning
jag did I stumble across a door that was blocked by some cleaning
supplies. The door was in the back of the janitor's closet. At
first I assumed it would lead to the back of the parking lot and
did not bother to go in.
Then a week or two later when walking the trash around the back of
the gym, I realized there were not any doors back there. My
interest was piqued. I waited till closing time and then headed to
the janitor's closet. In the back I found the door locked, but my
master key opened the lock. There was a small alcove and then a
staircase down and to the right.
I fumbled for a light switch, and on finding one, shut the door
behind me. I followed the stairs down, slowly, not quite sure what
I would find. At the bottom, another locked door. Again my master
key opened the door and I found myself in a small room.
I found a light switch and the room lit up with an odd
purple-tint. The only lighting was black-light-type purple lights.
I could make out what looked like a gynecological exam table. But
on closer inspection, there were restraints attached to the table,
a "patient" of this "office" would not go any where the "doctor"
didn't want her--or for my liking him--to go.
My Cum ------
I cannot deny being turned on by the room. In my crotch, I felt my
own massive cock bulging outwards. I decided to lay down on the
table myself. First, I took my clothing off, there was not much to
go, my tank top came off my muscular chest quickly; next the
athletic sweat pants came down. I could see my cock straining
against the confines of my white cotton jock. I slowly slid the
jock off and my massive, throbbing, eight inch tool sprang out at
full salute.
I popped up on the table and lay down. I maneuvered my legs into
the stirrups and it felt weird. My entire groin was exposed due to
my legs being spread wide apart and high in the air. Someone could
just come along and fuck my ass from this position. The thought
was arousing, but more arousing was the thought of having one of
the "straight" boys from the gym down here. I stroked my cock
shaft. I groped around with one hand--I had forgotten to look for
lube before laying down. My hand found a surgical tray. From my
awkward position I could only see it out of the corner of my eye
and the odd purple lighting made it difficult to see. First I felt
a cold metal tool--a speculum no doubt. Then I found a box of
latex gloves... and finally a cold plastic tube with a tip. I
grabbed the tube assuming it to be lube and when I squirted it on
my cock shaft, a cold lubricant shot out of the tube and landed on
the tip of my raging hard on.
With the lubricant at hand, I began to stroke my cock harder. Then
I began to work myself towards the verge of orgasm. This room
would be fun I thought as my raging cock erupted like a volcano,
shooting wads of my man cum into the air. My balls were quite
full--not having had much sex in six months--and this orgasm did
not disappoint. My body heaved against the firm table repeatedly
as spurt after spurt of my man juice flowed out and onto the table
and my chest.
I lay on the table after finishing and began to formulate a plan
to get one of the cuter young muscle studs to pay a visit for a
"special examination".
Plan Execution --------------
It was a Thursday night when I saw my target in the gym late. He
was a beautiful, twenty-two year old who worked in the nearby
mine. Most guys around town had plans on Thursday, but not
him--Jason. Jason had dark hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful trim,
but firm body. With nobody else in the gym, I locked the front
door early and pulled the blinds in front so it would be hard to
see in.
I went to the locker room and started cleaning. While Jason's back
was turned in the shower, I took his towel on the cart to the
laundry area. I figured it would be five-ten minutes before he
wandered out buck naked and sopping wet.
Jason did not disappoint. "Hey," he shouted, "you took all the
towels."
"Sorry," I said, trying not to smile broadly as I took in his
youthful body. "Can I ask you a question," I said--fully intending
to ask irrespective of his answer.
"Towel," he said demandingly.
"Oh, right," I said as if I had forgotten he was naked and
indicated for him to come with me. "The clean towels are
downstairs in the storage area," I said as I began leading the way
to the exam room. "Anyhow," I continued, "why is it that you are
always here on Thursdays, most everyone else is out, but you are
here?"
"Fucking girlfriend was cheating on me," he said coarsely, "she
was giving her snatch to my supervisor at the mines. Fuck that.
Fuck her," he continued stringing obscenities together.
My mouth watered slightly and my cock bulged, he had been here
late every night for six weeks, Jason's balls were probably quite
full of cum. "Mmmm," I said, non-committally.
Jason continued, "Fuck can't tell my friends the bitch was
cheating on me, they wouldn't respect me, so I dumped her like a
rock. This town is too fucking small, every piece of snatch around
here is taken or fucking someone." His epithets and derogatory
comments obviously occupied his mind since he wandered with me
through the janitor's closet--still buck naked--down the stairs
and into the dark room.
I handed him a towel without turning on the lights as he continued
to his litany of criticisms of women, this town, and more. His
obvious anger at his ex-girlfriend was completely clouding his
judgment about being naked in front of me.
From the faint stairwell light I was prepared to take him, his
naked body--now mostly dry--was quite beautiful. As he finished
drying himself with the towel, I pushed him firmly onto the table
and before he could react, had his hands pinned, and then
restrained firmly. His legs were next, into the stirrups and then
strapped down.
As he began to hurl obscenities at me, I turned on the lights. In
the black-light his taught, muscular white body seemed to glow
unnaturally. Small beads of water glistened beautifully. His cock
was semi-erect, aroused from the fight-or-flight stimulus.
My cock was rigid under my sweat pants and I leaned over the
table, grabbed his short cropped hair and pulled his head firmly
to the table. Ignoring, the obscenities, I waited till he opened
his mouth next and then force my tongue into his mouth landing a
huge forced kiss. His struggle subsided slightly as he hurled a
new epithet, "Faggot."
Keeping his head firmly on the table by his cropped hair, I
repeated kissing him forcibly for extended periods, with tongue,
each time he opened his mouth to curse or complain. His body
language quickly softened, his muscles which were at first tense
against the restraints had relaxed. His breathing had calmed and
his cock was quite beautifully erect and glistening in the light.
After the twentieth or so forced kiss, the expletives stopped and
I could feel his tongue probing back at me.
Plan Explained --------------
I let go of his hair and said, "Ok, here is what is going to
happen..."
"Fuck you, faggot," he interrupted.
I grabbed his hair again and forced it down to the table and
resumed the forced kissing until he quieted again.
"No interruptions this time," I said, starting again. "What is
going to happen is that I will have my way with you tonight, you
will not tell a soul about what happens here tonight. In return,
next Thursday night you will visit here again and get to do what
ever you want to me with me strapped in the same position as you
are in now."
While I explained, I could see his pupils widen with fear over
certain words, but then I saw expressions that said, "I'll kill
you when you let me go" also.
"It's quite fair," I said, "if I 'cross' some sort of line, you
can get me back next week."
"Fucking faggot, let me go now," he screamed.
The kissing continued.
It took at least forty minutes to get him past the expletives and
to a verbal agreement that we had a "deal".
Tickle Torture --------------
Now having a pretty gym stud like Jason, restrained at your
disposal is only fun if you can do one thing. Completely and
utterly exhaust him. His hairy armpits were exposed--on account of
his arms being restrained above his head. I picked up a feather
from the surgical tray and held it in front of his face so he
could see it's unnatural glow in the purple light.
Then I began to work the feather in his armpits. At first he did
not respond to the feather. So I switched to the soles of his
exposed feet. Now, completely unable to see the tip of the feather
and with me more out of view--its hard to see someone standing at
your feet when strapped to your back on a gynecological exam table
with your legs up in the air. The fidgeting, and then laughing,
and then uncontrollable laughing began.
I was very gentle with the feather, letting it flick the soles of
his feet and then stopping, but he got so ticklish from it that it
seemed even my breathe near his feet would set him into uproarious
laughter. The worse howls and pleads for a break came when I
worked the feather between his toes on the tiny spaces. Sweat was
breaking out along his body in several places as my feathery
friend kept him howling in a bawl of laughter for quite some time.
After a quite some time, I began to lick his hairy, and now
sweaty, armpits. His cock was still at attention as I intensely
savored the aroma of his armpits. I maneuvered myself on top of
his chest on the table and began to work his nipples with my
tongue. Jason began to calm slightly from the tickling and was now
enjoying my attentions. Some "straight" boy.
"Kiss me, please," he said softly.
I moved my mouth towards his and he lifted his head off the table
to make his lips touch mine first. Then he pushed his tongue into
my mouth and we kissed.
Orgasm Denial -------------
We kissed blissfully for a few minutes, I could feel Jason pushing
his raging hard on against my ass. I kissed him fully on the mouth
one more time and then stood up.
I took the cold metal speculum and touched it to the had of
Jason's rock-hard cock shaft. "Hey, he exclaimed," after a few
second delay and then his cock softened. I smiled and said, "All
in good time."
I picked up the feather again and began to gently stroke Jason's
hearty cock with the tip of the feather. Working the feather in
single motions, I would bring the very tip of the feather from the
very base of Jason's cock shaft to the very tip. Over and over, I
did this lingering ever so slightly at the tip of the cock shaft
where the mushroom cap head forms up to the tip. There at the most
sensitive spot, I would linger repeatedly.
I was careful, I watched Jason's breathing carefully, a little too
fast, and the cold metal speculum was touched to his shaft. I
picked up a cardboard toilet paper roll from the table. I
carefully slid the tube over Jason's semi-erect shaft, careful not
to let his cock touch the coarse, sandpaper lined inside.
Then with his cock ensconced in a sandpaper torment device I began
to slide the cardboard tube up and down very slowly. The grain on
the sandpaper was fairly fine, but by carefully manipulating the
tube I could either stimulate the head of his gorgeous cock or
punish it to prevent his arousal from getting the better of him.
After an hour of concerted efforts on my part to prevent Jason
from having an orgasm, I found myself intensely aroused and
started to take off my clothing. First, my tight tank-top came off
revealing my muscular chest. Jason took in a deep breath audibly.
I noticed my nipples were quite erect and with one hand still
working the tube around Jason's cock shaft, I forced my nipples
into Jason's, now eager and willing mouth.
Next, I took my sweats off. This just left my rock solid cock
straining against my jock. I used both hands to slowly slide my
jock off. Next I applied a cooling sports cream to the very tip of
his cock. Jason gasped audibly as it began to burn and tingle. I
wanted there to be no chance for him to cum before I was good and
ready for him to cum. I also switched the cardboard tube for one
with a significantly coarser grade of sandpaper lining the inside.
Then I got on top of him and straddled his chest so my cock was in
his face so to speak.
"Want to suck some cock stud boy," I asked casually.
"Yes, please," Jason responded eagerly and politely--as well as
too my surprise.
I slowly rocked forward so my massive throbbing eight inch tool's
tip was near his lips. Jason's tongue reached out to lick the tip
and I saw it capture a small drop of pre cum. He pulled his tongue
back into his mouth and opened wide to await my shaft.
I reached back with one hand and agitated the cardboard tube
encasing his cock to prevent him from getting too arouse. Jason
gasped when I rubbed the coarse sand paper against his cock head,
but said nothing. Then I pushed my massive tool into Jason's
waiting mouth.
I was very gentle with him, I allowed him to suck my cock at his
own pace without grinding my pelvis into him or forcing him to gag
to take deep throat. In return, Jason obliged me by working my
cock head nicely until I shot a load of cum into his waiting mouth
and swallowing it without prompting.
I kissed him and told him that I thought he should return tomorrow
for his orgasm.
He agreed and promised not to touch his cock before tomorrow night
and he also promised that he would come to the gym straight after
work and stay until closing time.
I removed the cardboard tube, gave his cock a single suck and
lollipop lick as a tease and then held the cold speculum against
his cock till he completely lost his erection.
I undid Jason's restraints and he sat up, visibly physically
exhausted. I helped the muscular stud from the table and then back
to the locker room for his clothes. Jason was surprisingly quite
as he got dressed. When I lead him out the back, he left saying
only, "Tomorrow then, right?"
"Yes," I said and went back in to clean up the 'back room'.
Friday Night ------------
Friday is an incredibly slow day at the gym and I close at six
o'clock because few people bother to come in after five anyhow. At
five forty-five, I still had not seen Jason. I was concerned that
he had chickened out--or perhaps worse decided to tell the cops on
me or something.
At five fifty-nine he barreled in the door past my one employee
who was about to lock up. I motioned for the employee to finish
and go home and that I had some things to do and that Jason could
work out.
Once my employee left, I locked the back door and approached Jason
openly while he was working out. Despite his hard, manual-labor
job, he did a heavy work out almost every night. I watched his
body strain to bench press 200 pounds. It was a gorgeous site.
Especially since he had not yet showered from work.
"Hey, faggot," he said, casually.
I rested my hand on his crotch and began to rub gently, and
ignored him.
"You aren't going to let me cum tonight are you," he asked.
"No," I said smiling, "maybe Monday morning--just before you go to
work. Now head for the exam room."
Jason stood up and stripped naked in the gym and then walked
towards the exam room.
Once there, he practically leapt onto the exam table and stretched
himself out to be restrained. I obliged him and then leapt on and
fed him my cock till he made me orgasm.
After that, I spent the next five hours working his cock shaft
with a variety of devices. Electrical wands, TENS, feathers,
shoelaces, and more. Just before midnight, after he had struggled
for the umpteenth time to orgasm, I suggested that we shower, get
some food, and some sleep. He agreed reluctantly, insisting that
with one more chance he could orgasm despite my knack for
snatching defeat from the jaws of his orgasm. I unbound him and
helped his exhausted body to the locker room where I soaped him
down--meticulously avoiding any stimulation for his cock.
I made him go to the bathroom--crap and piss--while I watched and
then I put a leather pouch over his cock and balls and tied a firm
knot. "This stays closed," I said, firmly.
He nodded. "Shall we get some food," I asked.
"I could eat a horse," he replied.
We drove my Ford Taurus to a truck stop and he filled up like a
miner: big T-bone steak, eggs, potatoes, more. Me, I could not
finish half of the steak they brought me and Jason obligingly took
it off my hands and scarfed it down. During dinner we talked very
casually. Jason had wanted to go to college and move away from the
town, but his father insisted that he work in the mines--like his
father and, yadda yadda. Also, Jason's sister was severely
disabled so Jason still lived at home to help pay for expensive
treatments for his sister. I was starting to really like him as a
decent guy.
After dinner we went back to my house which was several miles
outside of the center of town and we lay together in bed
naked--except for his cock pouch--till morning. In the morning I
woke up and he was already awake but he was cuddling against me
nonetheless. I made us both nice omelets for breakfast. (The gym
was closed on weekends so I had nothing to do.) I asked him if
there was anything he wanted to do, he shrugged.
Still naked, I pushed him face-down on the counter and grabbed a
condom and lube from a drawer. Jason gasped as I fucked him for
the first time in his young life. But not for the last time that
weekend, but more about Jason and I is, I suppose a different
story...
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