Gym Takeover Founding Of Twinkopia

This story contains both the tale of a Gym Takeover, and the parallel foundation saga related to the wider concept of Twinkopia. The story contains offensive slang, gay sex, bondage, and submission. If that bothers you, please stop reading here. All characters are aged eighteen or older and consent to all actions taken.

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Gym Takeover and the Founding of Twinkopia

Part 1 -- Lightning Jim

I am standing in front of the door to what used to be my executive office with my head hung low taking a deep breath before I reach for the knob ready to meet my new boss. No, not just boss, to meet my new Master. But I am getting ahead of myself.

The well-defined muscles of my now hairless athlete's body are clearly visible in the two sizes too small uniform polo shirt bearing the new peach themed gym logo. The shirt is so small it does not even reach the top of my shorts leaving my lower six pack of abs on public display. Gone are the sensible track pants the rest of the gym's staff wears, instead my ass is hugged by the skintight and again too small booty shorts bearing the same peach logo but this time on the back right cheek. Lastly anyone who knows what they are looking at can clearly see the outline of the chastity cage inside my tight shorts.

I need to take a few steps back to explain how I ended up here. My name is James, but everyone calls me Jim or Jimmy. Ten years ago, I was graduating college early and being recruited by multiple Major League baseball teams. Everyone including me expected "Lightning Jim" record holder for most bases stolen in a single season, to be a big success in the Major Leagues. A freak twist off my knee ended that dream.

Getting some starter cash from my parents I put my minor local celebrity status and my extensive knowledge of fitness into opening the Lighting Gym. To everyone's surprise the gym was a success and soon I was opening a new fitness location every year. Ten years and ten locations later I was on top of the world, I owned a successful business and was still in prime physical shape.

I never put much thought into how the business was structured, I had used my dad's finance guy 'Uncle' Mike for that. So, when Mike called me last week to say that the business had been taken over, I was stunned. The details were messy, but since the initial loan each of my parents had owned a third of the business along with myself.

After a mysterious third party got proof that my dad and Mike were having an affair, they used a mix of threats, black mail, and humiliation to separately convince each of my parents to sell him their third. The anonymous buyer timed the deals perfectly and suddenly without me knowing it was even happening, I became the minority owner in my own business.

Shortly after the whole affair my parents split up and left Hardwood Castle, our hometown. When I told 'Uncle' Mike to put me in touch with the buyer, I found out there was more to this deal than either of us knew. A wealthy investor named Leo Peachtree had already acquired the shares from the anonymous buyer and he refused to sell them to me.

In their distress my parents didn't read the sale terms closely. The terms made me personally responsible for any company debts and If I walked away from the business the new majority owner could hit me with outrageous breach of contract penalties. Leo's lawyer made it clear that I would need to obey his client's list of unusual demands, or they would crush me financially, leaving me penniless and homeless.

I spent two full days at my lawyer's office trying to find ways out of this deal, but Leo Peachtree had me boxed in legally. I could walk away from the business and be destroyed financially or stay on and work for Leo, doing whatever he demanded of me. Realizing he had a virtual leash around my neck I decided to comply with his outrageous demands at least until I could convince him to release me from his terms.

To meet his demands, first I had my body waxed clean of any hair from below my eyebrows. Then I sold my car and agreed to commute only by bus. Then after my CEO title was stripped away, I accepted the new humiliating job title of "Office Boy." The new role came with a thick manual outlining proper behavior for the office boy role including the requirement to call my new boss Master.

I was required to sign two forms in front of a legal notary. One was a standard form saying I read and agreed to the terms outlined in the handbook, but the second one was a legal form stating that I was voluntarily relinquishing any employee or individual rights where they contradicted with the requirements of the new role.

As humiliating as all that was, the last demand before I put on my new Office Boy uniform was the hardest. I had to wear the provided chastity cage over my cock. Leo's terms demanded my lawyer send him pictures proving it was locked on along with the keys at least two days before I return to the gym as the new office boy.

So here I am standing at the door to his office. A week ago, the staff treated me with respect, and I considered many of them my friends. But now everyone from the effeminate goth boy that works the front desk to the thickly muscled jock physical trainers on the main floor they all snickered and jeered at me as I walked by in my ridiculous office boy uniform with the embroidered peach on my ass.

"Enter" I heard through the door and l knew he must be watching me on the security feed. Deciding that this was not going to get easier the longer I lingered, I stepped in and met Leo Peachtree, my new Master.

Interlude, Hardwood Castle:

The 'Lightning Gym' chain of fitness facilities recently rebranded 'Peachtree Fitness' is located in Hardwood Castle. Hardwood Castle is an intimate municipality with a modestly sized population. This small coastal city is unique in its isolation from the large and famous west coast metropolises. It is bordered on the west by the pacific ocean, to the north the large Opia Native reservation and to the east and south by steep mountains. There is only one highway leading into and out of Hardwood Castle adding to its isolation. The manufacturing plants and fishing industry have mostly collapsed in recent decades leaving Hardwood Castle ripe for transformation and desperate for an infusion of new money.

Part 2 -- Meeting Master Leo

I was expecting Leo Peachtree to be some rich dirty old freak who enjoyed humiliating younger men, but I was quite wrong. Standing in front of the new mahogany desk was a stunningly pretty young man that had the body of an eighteen years old. I would later learn he was actually somewhat older, but with his youthful glow, lean body, and boyish face I would not have believed you had you told me at the time.

Leo's designer dress shirt was hanging off the back of the leather office chair showing a smooth hairless torso and thin waist, he was covered in lean hard muscles, not large jock ones like me but not weak either. Despite the muscles and flat chest, he had an androgynous quality about him I struggled to define but found surprisingly appealing.

Letting my gaze take in more than just his physical attributes, I knew instantly he was comfortable with wealth. His shoes were handmade in Italy, his stark white suite pants were couture, his jewelry was all white gold and silver, and the Patek Philippe watch casually hanging on his wrist was worth more than my house.

Leo's wavy blond hair was so perfectly groomed it could have been professionally styled just before I walked in. He was half standing half leaning with his bubble shaped butt pressed against the desk and his arms crossed over his bare chest watching me enter. His voice had a rarified regal accent I couldn't quite place, halfway between an upper crust Boston Brahmin and a British Duke. Clearly not someone native to my own west coast Hardwood Castle area and our casual relaxed 'Cali' way of speaking.

"According to the signed forms I received from your lawyer, you have read and agreed to the terms in your handbook, so no warning is required, you are already out of compliance with your responsibilities and subject to punishment." Leo started in a stern tone while unfolding his arms, putting his hands on the desk behind him and tapping a finger on the wood. Leo had the aura of someone who was used to being in charge. I will admit that despite being both more mature and physically stronger I felt intimidated by his words and demeanor.

My mind ran thought the rules in the handbook, which admittedly I had only skimmed, to figure out which rule I could have already broken. I noticed Leo's finger pointing at the floor in front of him and I groaned. I had assumed the rule about kneeling in front of my Master was a joke or only for certain occasions, but clearly, he expected compliance.

I was not starting off on a good foot and it was too soon for me to resist his will. Leo held all the cards, and I would need to play his games until I found some leverage to negotiate with. So, I swallowed my rapidly diminishing pride and knelt at Leo's feet.

I could see he was waiting still, and luckily, I remembered reading the next part. "Office Boy reporting for duty Master," I said as my face turned red with humiliation. For the first time Leo smiled as he walked around me running a finger along my shoulders and arms. He cupped and squeezed my arm muscles in a sensual way that would have gotten an immediate call from HR in other circumstances.

"Do you recognize me boy?" he asked as he stood behind me. I could feel the tip of his designer shoe pushing on the crack of my ass in the feminine booty shorts as I knelt there totally humiliated and helpless by circumstance. Now that he mentioned it, he did look somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

Leo crouched in front of me as I knelt, our faces were close now, but he was slightly higher maintaining a dominate position over me. His right hand reached down and grabbed my caged cock in my shorts causing me to jerk back in surprise, but he held onto my caged cock firmly and I ended up on my back with my balls being stretched by his strong grip until he finally let go with a disgusted look on his face.

Shifting his crouched position, he pressed his knee onto my crotch pinning me under him before he continued, "Let's get one thing absolutely clear boy, I am in total control here, you will obey my orders and follow my rules at all times, or you will be severely punished!" He ground his knee into my engorged balls hanging below the cage making tears run down my cheeks from the intense pain. "You disgust me, only a sniveling wimp would be so afraid of some financial hardships that he would willing signed away his personal rites. You're a weak pathetic boy in my eyes and now because of your weakness I can literally and legally use corporal punishment on you as I see fit."

Leo paused, letting his anger cool a little before continuing. "Say you understand boy, I don't intent on having this conversation again." His knee was still pressing on my balls as I lay on my back totally dumbfounded by what was happening, and I started to protest when he punched my stomach hard knocking the wind out of me, his knee grinding harder with the movement. To this day I can't explain exactly what happened to me at that moment, but something inside me broke against the force of his dominance and I spoke submissively before I realized what I was saying.

"Yes, Master I understand."

As Leo stood up hovering over me, I automatically got back into the kneeling position at his feet, eyes down. In all my life up to that moment I had been the alpha in any room, the star athlete, the boss, the jock, the stud. For the first time I was submissive to another, crushed by this twink's utter domination of me. Surprisingly, it didn't feel as bad as I expected it would, perhaps even a relief at letting someone else be in control, but it would take time to fully evaluate my feelings.

"Now I was asking you a question, but I can tell from the dumb expression on your face you don't remember me." He handed me a bottle of peach tree springs bottled water to drink as he continued. "A month ago, personal business had me in Hardwood Castle and I visited one of your clubs on a day pass. One of your musclehead employees named Zack tried to sell me his personal training services. When I refused, he didn't just walk away politely as you would expect, but instead he dismissed me using disparaging names."

"Afterward I talked to your polite and professional front desk clerk, Curtis, and asked him who I could file a complaint with. Well image my surprise when he pointed to you. Just another one of the useless jocks that stood by while his employee was degrading a customer. I started making calls to my people that same day to teach you all that you cannot casually disparage a Peachtree."

I instantly wanted to defend myself. To tell him it was unfair to hold me accountable for someone else's bullying, but I knew after all he had gone through to get me in this position that wouldn't work. Instead, I offered a compromise, "I am sorry Master, now that you describe it, I recall the incident, and you are correct I should have spoken up at the time, I can fire Zack if that is your wish."

I thought that reply had the rite submissive tone Leo wanted and offered a solution to start to get me out of this situation. I was proud of myself for about two seconds before Leo slapped my face hard. "You cannot fire Zack you cannot fire anyone. You're not the boss anymore you're the office boy now, your only job now is to obey me or my office manager. I will deal with Zack."

My cheek still stung as he walked behind the desk and pushed the intercom button, "Hello, is this Curtis? Please report to my office, thank you" I noticed his tone and politeness with the front desk was entirely different then the harsh tone he took with me.

Interlude, The Peachtree Family:

The Peachtree Family has been around for centuries acquiring influence, power, and wealth. The family went by different names when it was watching, and sometimes causing, empires to rise and fall in its native Europe. When a portion of the family moved to the States shortly after the US civil war it adopted the name Peachtree. The Peachtree foundations and institutes wield vast behind the scenes power domestically and internationally among all levels of most governments and many corporate industries.

Part 3 - Curtis

My name is Curtis and for the first time in my life I am in a good place. As a tall, thin, and effeminate goth boy living in the Midwest who was into Yaoi, Anime, and K-pop I had a tough time in High School. I was instantly the target of bullies and jocks, but I learned early on if you stood up to them, they moved on to easier prey. Unfortunately, in the early years I took a few beatings before they caught on but after my freshman year, they mostly ignored me as weird and not worth the trouble.

There was one exception, one of the macho football players named Brian acted like the other bullies but I could tell he wasn't really into it and was just going along due to peer pressure. By happenstance in our senior year, we ended up alone in the locker room after hours when I was serving a detention doing the team's laundry, and he was running late.

To my surprise when I confronted him alone, he backed down. I could tell he was actually a sweet guy who just bullied people when the others told him to because he liked to please others, but that gave me an idea. I tested my theory by making him feel guilty for what he did and sure enough without his buddies around goading him, he listened to me. I smiled as he did the detention laundry for me, and I knew we had something between us.

A week later I arranged to be alone with Brian again, but this time I was prepared. Brian was surprised when the door to the maintenance shed closed and he saw I was the only one in there with him. While Brian the linebacker was pushing 250 pounds of solid muscle, and I was 135 pounds when wet I was still taller at 6'5 and I pulled myself to my full height as I got inside his personal space.

"Hey Brian," I said running a hand on his chiseled chest as I stood close, our bodies almost touching, "I wanted to thank you for helping me with the laundry the other day." I saw the mixture of confusion, lust, fear, and desire in his eyes. I smiled as I ran my hand down his body to cup his impressive and stiffening package while I bent down and kissed him possessively on the lips. I wanted him to see me as the one in control.

I could hear his breathing speed up as he stood there frozen and I knew I had him, "Would you let me, Brian?" Brian was too stunned to speak and just nodded. "Oh, sweety it will make me so happy to reward you." Putting both hands on his broad shoulders I pushed down guiding him to his knees. I almost leaked in my pants feeling his breath so close to my crotch, but I held it together as I unbuttoned my leather jeans and pulled out my long thin twink cock.

"Go ahead, enjoy your reward Brian, you earned it" I was so tempted to ram it into his mouth as he knelt there compliant, I wanted to rape his mouth hole roughly, but I had to take it slow. I wanted him to accept my cock and by proxy my domination over him willingly. It felt like as eternity that I stood there with my hard cock hanging out, inches from his plump lips before I saw him lean in and take my manhood in his mouth. My first ever blow job did not last long before I fired my cum load down his throat in an orgasmic flood that made me weak in the knees.

After that first time Brian became my secret sex toy. At least once a week we would find somewhere hidden to fool around. At first it was just Brian sucking my cock but eventually he would eat my ass and then I stared to top his football jock ass. I wanted to tell the entire world I had an absolute stud for a fuck puppet, but I respected his wish to keep our relationship a secret.

As much fun as fucking him was, I wanted to explore dominating Brian more but when he graduated his wealthy parents shipped him off to Antinous University on the west coast. Left alone, without my regular fuck buddy to use for release, my occasional depression kicked in only made worse by living in our small backwards town.

Due to some poor choices and my general bad attitude, I was a few credits short of graduating and was taking make up classes that summer. One day at dinner when I was having a particularly intense argument with my religious parents, I threw back at them a snap along the lines of "Yea while how often do you get your cock sucked dad!"

Despite the signs, my parents never realized what everyone else at school already knew and I had just come out to my parents in the worst conceivable way. Before I could get over the fact that they didn't already know I was being kicked out of the house with just a suitcase and a small envelope of cash my sister slipped me. I was depressed, eighteen years old, homeless and didn't even have a High school diploma.

After I called Brian to tell him I was moving in, I used all the cash to get a greyhound bus out to the West Coast and moved into Brian's off-campus apartment. Brian was excited to be able to suck my cock and have me fuck him regularly again. And since we were no longer hiding in closets and maintenance rooms, I got to explore more bondage and domination with Brian.

Despite being the Dominant in our relationship, I didn't want to be dependent on Brian and his family's wealth, so I began applying for local jobs. Given my lack of diploma or experience I considered myself lucky to have gotten the hourly job working the front desk at the Lighting Gym.

Those six months were the most stable in my life up to that point. I was independent, employed, and I had a live in fuck puppet slave who both loved and worshipped me. The depression of previous months lifted, and I was feeling good until we got word the gym had changed owners, and we all feared being fired.