Date: Mon, 03 Feb 2003 14:46:22 +0000
From: Bryan Thompson <bryanthompson776@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting in Shape  parts 9 & 10

Chapter 9

I emerged from the shower - still not having gotten used to just dripping
dry, no towels permitted, my skin had had no contact with cloth for three
weeks.  I noticed as I got out of the shower that I no longer had a gut
hanging out and my legs and arms seemed noticeably more muscular.  When I
came out of the shower, Chris had gotten my surprise ready.  He had set up a
small table with a candle, and two glasses of sparkling mineral water and
two protein bars!  My first solid food in three weeks!  I rushed over to sit
down.

"You're doing great my man" exclaimed Chris - "And this is only the first
half of your treat.  We sat quietly together, it felt like my first
civilized moment in whole program.  I couldn't help but wolf down my bar, it
was the first solid food I'd had.  Chris laughed and then said "OK, into
your cage."  Disappointed, I headed over and stepped inside, what had
happened to the rest of the reward, I wondered.  But I didn't hear the cage
door slam behind me.  I looked back to see Chris stepping inside and onto
the mat.  Once again, he had a look on his face that I've never forgotten.
What in the world was he going to do to me now? He reached up and began to
unbutton his shirt.  Next he slipped out of his shorts, and a second later
he was standing in front of me, completely naked, looking like a Greek god.
"Tonight, you get inducted into the Golden Circle Hall of Fame" he said and
for the first time, I noticed him holding a tube of lubricant...

"Bryan, (it was the first time I remembered him calling me by name) you are
building yourself the body of a man, and doing a hell of a job, but tonight
is when you officially become a man.  I know you are into the straight
guy/kidnap scene, so if you want, I can tie you down, or else you can lie
there and take it like a man.  But either way, I'm going to plow you
tonight.  You've earned it, and I've been going nuts waiting for it."

Does "plow" mean what I think it means? I wondered to myself.  Do I scream
and fight him off or make a run for it?  A straight guy would never take it
up the ass from a faggot except at the point of death.  Plus what if he has
one of those gay diseases?  As usual, Chris read by mind:

"You've got to know that I'm clean of all diseases and I had you checked out
too. No one gets into this program otherwise. "

How the hell had he done that? I wondered, but by now I knew how thoroughly
this guy covered his bases.  I was so blitzed those first few days, he'd
probably drawn a blood sample without me even knowing it.  The weird part
about this latest twist was that he seemed to be leaving the decision to me,
rather than tying me down and raping me.  Could I continue to call myself of
straight guy if I let him?  Was he really even giving me the option of
saying no or was it a trick?  My mind churned with confusion, repulsion, and
yes, desire.   What was happening to me?  I wondered as I had every day for
three weeks.  Chris moved in closer.

"So how's it going to be kiddo?  I've seen and explored every inch of the
outside of you, now I'm going in for an internal exam.  It's your reward,
you've earned it and I guarantee it'll be an experience you'll never forget.
  I don't know how many guys have done you before, but none of them were as
good as me."

What did he expect me to do?  Lie down there and take it willingly?  He'd
forbidden me to talk and punished me when I had.  How was I suppose to
answer him-especially when I didn't even know the answer myself.  Should I
defend what little was left of my manhood and fight him off?

As we both stood there, looking into one another's eyes,  strange thing
happened, as ordered, my mouth didn't answer him, but my dick did.  I felt a
strange sensation and we both looked down and saw my cock spring to life.
Suddenly I knew in some strange way that I DID want him. "Lie down." Chris
ordered.  I didn't know what to expect, but as if in a trance, I lay down on
my stomach.  I looked over my shoulder and saw that look on Chris's face
again.  He smiled as he lubed up his huge dick.  "Get your ass up in the air
for me," he ordered.  He straddled my legs and knelt down behind me.  "Do
you have anything you need to say before we start?" he asked?  "You may
speak."

I found my voice for the first time in three weeks.  "This is my first
time." I whispered.

"You're putting me on, are you saying you want this to be a first-timer
fantasy?"

"No, I mean it, I've never been with a man."

As if to check, Chris slipped one of his fingers into my asshole.  "Man, you
are tight!  Are you for real?  You've never taken a man before?"  Chris
paused a minute, and sat back.  For a minute I was almost afraid he'd
changed his mind.  "Is this OK then Bryan?" he asked, using what I'd come to
know as his real, gentle voice, rather than the drill sergeant act to which
I'd become so accustomed.

"Yes." I whispered.  Would that one word change my life?

The next sensation I felt was burning pain as Chris's big rod pressed
against the tender, virgin flesh of my asshole.  Was this supposed to feel
good?  It didn't, it hurt like hell.  He calls this a reward? I wondered in
those agonizing seconds as he tried to make entry.

"Shit you're tight, I didn't know I was breaking new ground here." He
exclaimed.  "Relax kid!"  And then almost with an audible "pop" he was in.
I felt his thick, long piece of man meat inside of me and in that moment, I
was changed.

"Now try to grip it with your sphincter muscle!  Go!" Chris said, reverting
to drill sergeant.  "It'll hurt less that way"

He then began, slow at first, a steady, driving pounding movement of his
cock pressing up against my insides.  As he went along it hurt less and less
and felt more and more exhilarating.  He reached around and gripped my waist
with one hand, as if in a wrestling position.  I felt his big balls slapping
against my body as he repeatedly entered and withdrew.  With his other hand,
he reached around and grabbed hold of my now rock hard cock.  The sensation
was more intense than I'd ever known and before I knew it I was on the brink
of climax.  As usual, Chris seemed to know and began pumping even harder.
There  was no turning back now, I was having sex with a man--and I was
enjoying it.  A moment later Chris and I both exploded at once.  I had not
had a release in over three weeks and my cum exploded in pools all over my
mat.  I felt the warm sensation of his bursting forth inside of me and then
spilling out around his dick as he gently withdrew and we collapsed together
in a pool of sweat and, as he called it, "man juice."  Chris looked over at
me and smiled.  "You're in kid - you've been inducted into the Golden
Circle."

I felt strangely sleepy after that and the last thing I remember is falling
asleep as Chris lay at my side, gently stroking my torso and my cock and
balls.

Chapter 10

If I'd had time to think, I might have imagined that enjoying the most
intimate encounter possible between two men might have would change our
relationship by day.  But I'd have been wrong.  Early the next morning, I
awoke to find Chris standing over me, back in his standard uniform of tank
top and football shorts.

"On your feet, sissy!  We've got ONE WEEK LEFT to get your sorry ass in
shape!  Just because you banged the coach doesn't get you out of practice!
Let's go, let's go!"  But he playfully swatted me on the butt as I hustled
out of the cage.

Chris had been right; I had come to look forward to our morning "protein
supplement" ritual.  And this morning was no exception, after my weigh-in
(down 32 pounds!) he pushed me down on my knees and unlaced his shorts.  I
guess he figured after last night, he didn't need to tie me down anymore.
Other than that, and perhaps a few more lingering caresses after
particularly brutal work-outs, I didn't notice much other change that last
week.  Nor did Chris treat me to a return visit to my cage.  As that last
week wound down, I started experiencing conflicting emotions.  I was
actually almost through.  What was going to happen?  Would Chris really let
me go, or was he some kind of a nutcase that would keep me around as his sex
slave?  I was so inexperienced with the gay world that I had no frame of
reference for what was going on here.  As I tried to picture being back in
my old life and my old job without Chris, I wasn't entirely sure anymore if
I wanted to be released.

The last morning began as all the rest.  I caught Chris several times
eyeballing me front and back, as if assessing my results.  I had weighed in
at 182 and so he hadn't fed me any protein shakes that day, I was working
out on only his cum and a few drinks of water.  That afternoon he sent me
into the sauna room alone for a long session.  The afternoon brought a
particularly intense work-out session.  For the first time since the first
day Chris subjected me to his peculiar brand or resistance dips, with a free
weight on my dick.  (All the other days, he'd managed to find his ankle
weights.)  I was able to quickly give him 100 dips and he seemed to be
relishing watching me and my  weighted, engorged dick.  For our last
exercise, he took me back where we'd started, to the chin up bar.  He
attached my wrist cuffs to the bar and let me hang there.  "Give me one last
set of 100 chin-ups twinkie, and then we'll go and find out who owes who
$5000!"  Only after I'd finished the set, he didn't unfasten me.  Instead he
stood facing me with my cock face level with him.  He looked up at me.  "I'm
going to do something I've never done for any of my other clients..." and he
took my cock into his mouth.  Of all the new experiences I'd had over the
past month, I still had never had my dick in a man's mouth.  I'd had some
blowjobs from girls, but I'd never felt anything to compare with this.
After a few minutes, he reached up and pulled the lever on the bar to lower
me to the ground so that I no longer had to support myself with my arm
muscles.

As the clock moved towards 6:00pm and the end of my program, I was enjoying
a sensation like I'd never known before.  Chris's mouth took me to the brink
of orgasm repeatedly and then slowed down.  He drew my dick deep into his
throat while caressing the base with his tongue.  Finally when I knew I
couldn't hold back any longer I cut loose with a huge load of jism down his
throat.  We both stood there in a haze of pleasure and I looked at this
handsome devil that had bewitched me and changed my life over the past
month.  My own man juices now dribbled down out the corners of his mouth and
down his chin.

"Yes, you've done it, I can taste it in your cum." He said, cryptically.  I
knew he believed man juice to have mystical medicinal powers.  But otherwise
I had no idea what he meant.

Chris reached up and unhooked my wrists from the bar and then removed the
cuffs.  He handed me a clean jock strap "Here's your graduation present," he
said.  I slipped it on, covering my dick for the first time in a month.  He
grinned and reached out to squeeze my pouch, which immediately expanded.
"Let's head up front."

Epilogue

We weighed me in - 179 pounds, my fighting weight I'd been in college.  "Now
I have a surprise for you" Chris declared.  I hoped like anything it would
be like the last, but instead he pulled at the curtain on the wall,
revealing a huge, wall-sized mirror.  If I live to be 100, I'll never forget
what I saw.  I thought I was seeing double, for there in the mirror, I saw
two Chris's.  I saw him in his familiar clothes, but standing beside him was
a second Greek statue.  There is no possible way that it could be me I
reasoned, I'd noticed how prominent my muscles had become, but it couldn't
be this big of a change in one month!  I looked from the mirror to see if
anyone else were with us. I looked back and saw the hunk in the mirror was
wearing the same jockstrap Chris had just given me.

Chris laughed that hearty, captivating laugh I'd so grown to love, and said
"Yes, it's you!  What do you think?  Did I keep my end of the bargain?"  I
was too surprised to speak.

"You know you can talk again now, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Christopher handed me that pair of waist 31 shorts and I slipped into them
easily!  He gave me a t-shirt and we left the gym.  Was this really it? Was
it over?  As we drove back up to the house, he said, "So, what happens next
is up to you.  Go back to your old living and eating habits and that body
will be gone in 6 months.  If you want to keep it, I've got handouts for you
on diet and exercise.  You'll need to join a health club and work out daily.
  If necessary, maybe you can get your girlfriend to hook up your nuts to
the work out machinery!" he added, with his beautiful eyes twinkling.

I was in such a daze by then that I just nodded numbly.  We parked at his
house, just as the sun was setting.

"Do you want to call your girlfriend to come out?"

"Uh, no, I guess I'll just drive home."

Could it be that this incredible experience was ending like this?  Was I
just suppose to leave and go rejoin my heterosexual life, already in
progress?  I told Chris I'd get him the $5000 the next day and he nodded, "I
trust you for it."

I stammered, "Well, I guess this is good bye then, thanks for everything."

"Did the program meet your expectations?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess, I mean, yes, it went way beyond them."  I said.  Did he
really think I'd understood and agreed to the whole kidnap/torture scene?
He always seemed to know everything I was thinking. Did he really think he
was acting out a fantasy for me, or did he know I was straight the whole
time?  Or did he know something I didn't know; that deep down maybe I wasn't
as straight as I thought?  There was so much more I wanted to know, to say.
I'd known him for a month but had never conversed with him.  And now did we
just say goodbye?  I was so dazed over leaving Chris that I could hardly
even think about the incredible new body I was leaving with.

"OK, well have a safe drive.  Let me know if you have any future work-out
needs, and I'm always glad for referrals to friends.  Especially ones that
look like you!  Take care, Bryan."

I turned to walk to my car, I made it to the door then turned to look back
at him.  What could I say?  Nothing.  I guess I really was just a client to
him, the sex thing must have been a part of his program plan, nothing more.
I opened the car door, and looked back again.

As I did I noticed Chris squeezing his crotch.  My eyes followed up to his
face where I found that favorite devilish, beguiling smile.

"Were you really going to just drive off without letting me give you your
graduation fuck?" he asked, throwing back his head and laughing.  Dropping
my clothes, brochures and car keys and duffel bag in the driveway I raced
him back into the house.

"Strip!" he ordered...

The End (for now)

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(Readers:  Thanks for all of your enthusiastic response to this story. I
enjoyed hearing from you so much that I'm now thinking about writing a
sequel (or a prequel -- how did CHRIS get in such great shape?) I'm also
thinking of writing up the true story of my own introduction to gay
bondage...happy reading - Bryan)