Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2003 22:32:49 +0000
From: Bryan Thompson <bryanthompson776@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting in Shape 6

Here is Chapter Six:  I've enjoyed hearing from guys who are enjoying this
story.  Keep writing to me!  Thanks!  -- Bryan

Chapter 6

I must have worked on Christopher's torturous universal machine for a half
hour.  My nipples hurt like hell and were red and swollen, It was so bad, I
barely noticed the pain in my biceps.  When Christopher walked back in this
time, I was almost too tired to fight him.  He approached and chuckled,
"Tired out big boy?  Do you want me to unhook you?"  I nodded vigorously.
"Just remember, you asked," he laughed.  When he unhooked the tit clamps the
pain almost sent me into orbit. I almost passed out.   He noticed what bad
shape I was in, and then once again with that surprising tenderness he'd
exhibited before he reached down and asked, "Are you all right?" And then he
began to massage my sore chest and nipples.  "Does that feel better?  I have
to get you back in shape for your next exercise!"  As Christopher massaged
my shoulders and chest, a strange thing happened, I began to get an
erection.

I hoped he wouldn't notice my expanding dick, but when you're tied to a
weight bench naked, there isn't much you can do to hide a hard-on.  "Let's
see, what is next on your exercise schedule?" Christopher asked as he
surveyed my chart.  He looked up and noticed my cock.  "Well, well, well!
So how's Straight Boy doing?!  This changes my plans for your next exercise
station.  He untied me from the weight bench and took me over to a set of
parallel bars.  "Dips! There's nothing like them to build up big arms and
shoulders, wait until your girlfriend sees them." he said, sounding very
sarcastic when he said "girlfriend."  By this time I was too exhausted,
hungry and dehydrated to fight him.  Whenever he lets me go to bed I'll
figure a way out of this, so in the meantime, I just went along with the
exercises.  He strapped my wrist cuffs to the parallel bars.  "I'll let you
off after you give me 100 dips."  100?! I screamed to myself, I doubt I can
do 10!  I struggled to do five dips.

"Oh, I almost forgot the most important part." Christopher crowed,
"Resistance weights! Damn, I've misplaced my ankle weights, what can I use
instead?"  I was unbelievably embarrassed as Christopher stood with his face
only inches from my erect male organ.  How could I have a hard-on in front
of another guy?!  Christopher picked up a five-pound weight circle for a
free weight bar and held it up.

"Now how should I do this?" he jokingly pondered to himself then his eyes
lit up as he looked at the hole in the center of the weight and then at my
dick.  "Ah ha! - perfect!" he exclaimed.  "You won't believe how much more
of a burn you'll get from your workout with resistance weights!"  And then
he took that weight and shoved it down over my penis.  I screamed into the
jockstrap with pain and discomfort and embarrassment.  Christopher stared at
me with that diabolical grin of his.  "What's wrong?  Don't like my
improvisation?  Do you want it off?"  he asked in a very accommodating
voice?  I nodded again. "Well, sorry buddy, I'm busy right now, but you can
remove it yourself by just getting rid of that big hard on! - It'll slip
right off onto the floor.  That shouldn't be hard for a straight boy like
you!  Go on, let's see you go limp!"

The pervert then stepped back to watch and admire his handiwork.  "Do you
mind if I take off these sweats?  It's getting hot in here.  Just say so if
you mind...well, I don't hear anything, so why don't you just get back to
your dips and go ahead and let that weight slip off if it bothers you."  He
said as he shot his million dollar grin at me.

Damn, why wouldn't my dick go limp I wondered?  I watched as Christopher
pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing a form fitting tank
top--which prominently displayed his muscular chest muscles.  Then he
reached down and pulled the drawstring on his sweat pants.  He then pulled
them down, revealing a pair of tight, mini lace-up shorts, like football
players might wear for practice.  The laces seemed to be holding back a
monster of a dick.  What am I doing even looking? I wondered to myself.
Worse still, as I surveyed Chris's incredible and now half-naked body I
sensed that it was feeding my erection rather than draining it.  I had a
weird feeling that he knew it too.  He reached down and began to rearrange
and then kind of massage the large bulge behind his lace-up shorts.  Then he
undid the knot at the top so that they hung open ever so slightly, revealing
the top of his pubic hair.  Next he reached up and pulled off his tank top.
He definitely had the best looking male chest I'd noticed.  His pectoral
muscles were so big and rounded that he would even give some of the chicks
I'd been with a run for their money.  Again, he seemed to be following my
eyes as I struggled to continue my dips.  He reached up and massaged his
chest and squeezed his nipple.  What the hell is he doing? I wondered, does
he somehow think he is going to attract me? The faggot! Yet, if he wasn't
attracting me then why do I still have this damn hard-on?

After what felt like hours and with lots of rest breaks, I finished the 100
dips.  My arms were burning.  Chris had continued to do stretching exercises
in front of me, parading his incredibly muscular and well-developed body.  I
had such mixed emotions: disgust, admiration, and desire -- to have a body
LIKE his. No way did I want to have HIS body though, the sick bastard.  On
the other hand, why was this damn weight still impaled on my dick?  What was
happening to me?