5.57 am Monday, i returned to the bedroom, carefully replacing the thankfully dry blanket back in my basket. The shower was running at was at Master Darren's preferred temperature. I knelt and at 6 am i gently shook him.
Master Darren Sir, it's time to wake, as he showered i made sure his clothes were ready and selected a riding crop, appropriate i though for my punishment as today he would be wearing riding boots. I then got both our clothes ready both for the day, and for the gym session ahead. I helped Master get dressed, taking care to make sure his tie was perfectly knotted.
Please Master, it's time for my morning punishment. As soon as the first sting of the crop was felt i started to consider if it had been the best choice for Monday. Even though He had administered 50 whacks on Friday, resulting in my butt being extremely red, He did not hold back from administering the agreed twenty on Saturday or Sunday either.
As soon as the twentieth was over he spanked both checks firmly, - gym time. Remember you will be working there this morning.
We arrived at the gym, the early morning crowd was hard at work, in my pre chastity days, i would have gone home and fantasised about a number of them, and wanked myself into a frenzy. This was no longer an option, the objects of my lust were still there, but now instead of fantasising about them there was a possibility i would get used by them.
Peter was in again, this time without Michael or Chris. Darren went over and spoke to him briefly , returned to me and said.
Chest today Tommy boy, those pecs of yours need some work. After an hour i was knackered, in my previous life id have headed home had a shower and gone to work. For the next couple of hours this was going to be my work.
Master Darren headed to the changing rooms, and i started following him , he stopped, and told me to report to Peter. He was one of the gym's mamanges and he would make sure i had plenty of work to do. Remember call him Sir
I walked over, Sir reporting for duty.
Bout time too boy, he responded. Follow me.
He took me into an office, and sat down, i had not been offered a chair so remained standing .
There was a party here last night there are patches of cum everywhere, , get a mop and get cleaning, but first off with those shorts. I'm not happy about that singlet, I'll next Darren and tell him from now on it's a crop top for you. Now a question. What thoughts have been going through your head looking at the men out there on the floor.
Standing there in my singlet, and my cage on full show i hesitated, how honest should i be Spit it out boy, Darren will be asking for a report of your behaviour.
"Intimidated, submissive ,turned on Sir." I just blurted out three random adjectives.
Explain
Muscular men have always intimidated me sir. They exude power and dominance, my initial thoughts are that Man deserves to be served and obeyed. These thoughts turn me on.
Believe me - you will do a lot of serving. The men who use this gym, are very dedicated to keeping their bodies in shape, they get sweaty, and often don't want to waste time going for a piss. That is why you are here, To clean, clean the gym, clean the punters and act as an urinal. 8 to 10 every morning, Darren has asked that a report be provided each day.
So get mopping and serving. Any questions?
Yes Sir- how will i know if i'm required to serve as a toilet.
Don't worry you'll know,
Finally I went about cleaning the mess created the night before, This was certainly a different gym to the one i had used until now. More spit and sawdust, than gleaming chrome, and there was an unmistakable musky smell in the air .
I finished mopping, and tried to find the best place to put myself, if i was to make myself useful i had to be visible, but i did not want to be obtrusive, before i could make a decision, a six foot bald headed , red haired beard grabbed me by the scruff of the neck,he almost carried me over to where he had been doing squats. He pushed me down and ordered me to open my mouth.
He stuck in His dick, and emptied his bladder, as He removed it, he pulled back his foreskin, give that a good clean too while you are there.
Obeying i licked the base of His mushroom head, the scent and sweat of at least an hour in the gym being quite evident. Once satisfied he put his dick away , lifted me up, over his shoulder and deposited me next to the free weights area.
"Stay there until someone else needs you, " he said placing a sweaty pair of compression shorts over my head obscuring my view Time went by , i remained in the spot where i'd be placed, unmolested and unused. When i heard a vaguely familiar voice.
"Hello boy, I've built up a sweat again, time for you to help me get rid of it. " he said lifting up the makeshift blind fold.
It was Sir Michael.
Follow me. He pulled me up by my slave chain and dragged me over to one of the few concessions of comfort i the gym a rather careworn sofa. He sat back and exposed his hole.
My crack is all sweaty , get it nice and clean.
As one would expect from someone who wasn't a stranger to the squat machine his arse was perfect and had a generous covering of hair in shape with a healthy covering of hair, a mat that grew thicker toward the crack. I moved my hands and placed them firmly on each cheek an indication that yes i was submissive , but for now he could surrender the care of his arase into my hand, i took in the breadth and depth of the deep crevice. It was beautifully dark and covered in pubic hair that stuck with sweat against his skin. The odour that wafted out was that that indicated a sexual potency. His hole staring at me, hypnotising me, instructing me to clean and worship at this new temple.
I dove straight into the crack. I just had to get my mouth and tongue in there. Nothing else mattered at that moment, except the licking and sucking. I slurped at his sweaty butt and even swallowed the random hair that got into my mouth I went up and down his crack, licking and tasting and swallowing. He had a wonderful aroma and taste, making my mouth water as i slobbered over the hole, replacing his sweat with my own saliva, the mix being eagerly digested as i did so . My tongue maneuvered its way down towards His hole. I pulled his cheeks apart farther and licked greedily, my sudden eagerness to worship overcoming the background nausea that the more pungent aroma of this area housed. I let go of his cheeks , allowing them to close on my face trapping me insided, allowing me to concentrate on just licking. I desperately wanted to get my tongue inside that hole, and imagined it battling against his tight sphincter muscles. Then i rememberd my orders were to serve, clean, obey. My pace returned to a slower speed, just gently licking. It was then that I heard a groan coming from Michael. I with drew, his dick was covered with cum.
He looked at me "Good job" If this continues Peter will have to extend your hours.
Now go shower and head home.
That evening during decompression time Master Darren asked how the gym service had gone, i recounted how i had been used as an urinal, and how i had cleaned Sir Michaels sweaty arse,but other than that i had been left alone and ignored.
How did that feel? He asked
Frustrating Master, but i realise that my role when serving at the gym is to be available when needed, if i'm not needed the fact that i am waiting is still an act of devotion, i am i hope still making your proud.
Tommy Boy, proud , I couldn't be prouder, Michael told me all about the fantastic way you served him today, and Peter said you patiently waited to be used.
Now how about I sit on your face, and you show me your rimming skills. I got down on the floow, as his arse got closer to my face he said " From what I hear they are rather good.'