Jack and the other lads started cheering and laughing as I began licking his trainers clean. The taste of sweat and mud was disgusting. I was subjected to further derision and abuse "Fucking weirdo", "Proper wrong un this lad", etc.
I quickly realised two things. Firstly, despite the disgusting taste, my dick was rock hard again. Shit, was I really into this? Secondly, Jack was recording me on his phone. He had a huge cocky grin on his face as he did so. "Keep fucking licking you dirty fag, I want these trainers spotless." This continued for a few more minutes with me cleaning them as best I could. "He's doing a shit job here Jack" laughed James. "Here, I'll help him out" added another of the lads. Suddenly, a huge blob of spit landed on Jack's trainer. All the lads seemed to love this and cheered.
"Say thank you then fag" ordered Jack. This was so humiliating, but my cock was leaking pre-cum, clearly loving the abuse from these fit straight lads. "Thank you sir" I said with my head bowed down. I started to lick up the disgusting spit and used it to clean the rest of Jack's trainers. "You are a fucking sicko" laughed Jack. "The last little perv who I did this to at least put up a fight, you're pathetic. Right, me and the lads are going to check whether you've done a good job. Stand up."
As I stood up, my raging hardon was exposed. "Oh my fucking god, his dick is rock hard from licking your trainers" shouted James, sounding almost embarrassed for me. I kept my head down, unable to even look at the lads due to the humiliation. "Fucking weirdo." added Jack. "Your trainers don't look too bad though" said one of the other lads, as the others agreed.
"Ok fag, good job." said Jack, ruffling my hair. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to let you come back tomorrow and we're gonna make a start on sorting out that pathetic body of yours. Don't even think about not turning up, otherwise that video of you licking my trainers will be posted all over the gym's socials, got it?"
"Yes God" I said. I was relieved he was going to let me come and train with him again, but worried he had such an incriminating video of me that he could release at any time. "Good fag" he smiled. "Now fuck off and get back here for 6 tomorrow. Also my rates have increased by 50%, got to pay your fag tax."
I grabbed my kit and left the gym as quickly as I could. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life but felt sick with anxiety. I drove home and had the best wank I'd had in years thinking of Jack's arse sat on my face. The next day I couldn't think of anything else until it was time to go to the gym again. I wore a similar outfit to the one from the day before, although slightly looser shorts.
When I arrived at the gym, I was greeted at reception by Jack. "Alright fag" he said as he flashed his trademark cocky smile at me. I walked passed Jack to sign in but as I did so, Jack stumbled and split his protein shake all over me. "Did he do that on purpose?" I thought to myself. I figured I was just bring paranoid after yesterday. "Shit sorry man,, you're covered" he said, seeming genuinely apologetic. He was right, my gear was soaking wet and looked a mess. "We have some spare kit here if you want me to grab something for you?" Jack asked. "Yeah that'd be good, thanks man." I replied. It seemed like things were back to normal after yesterday. Jack went over to a cupboard and bent down to pick up some kit. He was wearing a black Nike tracksuit. His arse looked absolutely amazing in the tight trackie bottoms. He walked back over to me and handed me something "Here you go, go get changed over there" he said and pointed to the lads changing rooms. I looked down and saw he had given me a lycra singlet. "Are you joking" I laughed. "It's all we've got left. Don't worry man, it's only me and you in, gym's been dead all day." I decided it wouldn't be so bad if it was only the two of us. I got changed and Jack was waiting for me outside the changing room. He looked me up and down and smirked slightly, then led the way to the main part of the gym. He opened the door and as he did, I noticed there were at least 10 other lads in there working out. Before I could even think about leaving, Jack pushed me into the gym and closed the door behind us. I was greeted by a mixture of confused looks, cheers and wolf whistles from the lads in the gym, which included James and the others from yesterday.
"Why did you lie man?" I asked Jack, looking embarrassed. "I knew you'd act like a bitch and go home if I told you other people were there. It's not my fault you spilt my drink over you and needed new kit. Now get on the treadmill and get warmed up you little gimp."
I felt really embarrassed wearing tight lycra in front of all these sporty, fit lads. But I decided Jack's explanation seemed genuine so I got on the treadmill and started warming up as requested. After 5 minutes, Jack shouted over "Good work man. Now stand in the middle of the gym and do 10 star jumps." Shit, he really wanted me to do starjumps in a tight lycra singlet in front of everyone. Was he trying to humiliate me again? I did as I was told. I noticed several lads looking at me and laughing, but Jack seemed to be taking it seriously. We then proceeded to complete a normal workout, doing mostly weights. It seemed more relaxed between us and I was confident yesterday had been forgotten about. By this time, the gym had got busier and there were about 25 people working out. These were mostly groups of young lads. "To finish, you're going to give me a set of 20 pressups" Jack said. "Get going, I'm just going to get a drink, will be back in a minute."
I did the first ten relatively easily, but then began to struggle. Suddenly, the music in the gym stopped and I saw all the TV screens come on. I heard Jack walk back towards me and all of a sudden, his trainer was planted firmly on my back. "Fucking keep going fag" he demanded as I tried to get through the last few. I then heard a familiar sound from the TV screens and looked up to see me licking Jack's trainers was showing on every screen. Laughter suddenly filled the gym and people quickly recognised the person in the video was me. I was furious and wanted to cry. I went to stand up and leave, but Jack's trainer on my back effortlessly kicked me back to the floor. "I don't fucking think so fag. You've still got 5 to go." Jack laughed. My face was flushed with humiliation and I was exhausted from my first proper workout. By the last 2 pushups I could barely move my arms, and gave up, lying on the floor. "Ok get up you dweeb" shouted Jack. As I did so, I noticed everyone staring at me with the video still playing. Jack seemed to be loving it.
There was a big group of chavvy lads stood near the main exit, who looked quite intimidating. I decided to make a break to the nearest door I could find. I was going to leave and never show my face here again. I ran through the door opposite me only to find it wasn't an exit, but led to what seemed to be a disused mens toilet. I looked around to see if there was a way out through here. 30 seconds later, Jack followed me into the toilet carrying a roll of duck tape and what looked like a dog leash and collar. What the fuck? "Wrong door fag" Jack grinned. "Please just let me go, I'll pay you for the full month and never bother you again" I pleaded.
"I have your phone and wallet from when you get changed earlier anyway you little perv" Jack laughed, as he edged closer to me. "I own you now, you're going to be my little slave and there's nothing you can do about it." I was speechless and really scared. My body froze. 5 seconds later, Jack grabbed my arms behind my back and began taping them together. Despite the fear, having this sexy lad tying me up made my cock jump and I started to visibly leak pre-cum onto the lycra. Jack grabbed the dog collar and fastened it around my neck. "You're fucked now fag." he said menacingly.
To be continued...