Scene: A wealthy woman has purchased a male-only gymnasium and secretly re-fitted each room with cameras and secret observation portals. She enjoys watching the men there before, during, and after their workouts. Especially when her new boyfriend-turned-fiancé moves to her city and joins the gym.
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I bought a gymnasium in a big old building and then spent $500,000 to renovate it to my particular needs. Every mirror in the place became a two-way mirror, reflective from one side and see-through from the other. False walls created corridors allowing secret access to all workout areas, the locker room, the hot tub, and the sauna unobserved. Discreet cameras with hi-resolution zoom were installed to cover every angle. They linked wirelessly to the several large-monitor displays in my office and to my cell phone.
A large trust fund has its uses. Especially when you have some imagination and know what you want.
What I also wanted was for it to be a men-only gym. Yes, I am a woman, but I am the only woman allowed on the premises, and the men never see me anyway. I have my own private entrance at the rear of the building that leads along a short hidden corridor to my office. The day manager and the night manager leave their messages and accounts there for me, and I work on them when I feel like it.
But mostly I like watching everything that goes on in the gym. I keep an eye on the large-screen monitors and, when it looks like something interesting is developing, I can zoom in. Or I can walk along the secret corridors to watch directly through the two-way mirrors.
I like watching men do things. I like watching them work out. I like that a men-only gym attracts a disproportionate number of men who like men. And I like when in such an atmosphere hot men start to do hot things with each other. More often than you'd think.
But I especially like watching one hot man in particular. My fiancé Steven.
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When we'd met six month ago, my renovated gym had been operating successfully for a year. Steven's work was flexible, so he relocated to my city when we got engaged.
You might be wondering why a woman with my special needs would be doing something so traditional as getting engaged. The answer is simple: I like everything. I like sex with men. That's a big checkmark. I like watching men have sex with other men. Unusual for a woman, perhaps, but checkmark again. What attracted me to Steven was the whole package, of course--smart, funny, deliciously good looking, plus whatever goes into that feeling of deep compatibility. But part of that deep compatibility, I sensed, was this certainty that he checked both sex boxes for me.
Well, we would find out.
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Steven and I walked into the lobby, and right away he was impressed.
"Wow, this place is huge!"
I had already told him my investment story about the business--good location in a busy market. And I'd told him that it was a men-only gym so I'd be leaving him to explore the place on his own while I went off to do some errands. I handed him his membership card with the magnetic strip giving him 24-hour access, gave him a quick kiss, and said I'd see him at home later.
I would be doing some errands that day, but first I would be going around to the rear of the building, going in through my private entrance to my office where I would watch everything Steven did on his first day at the gym.
You say that people in relationships shouldn't have secrets from each other? I say it depends. Sometimes both parties having their own secrets is exactly what makes their relationship special.
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By the time I got back to my office and turned on the master switch for the monitors, Steven had found the locker room.
I counted six guys in the locker area, all in various states of undress. On another monitor I couldn't tell if anyone was in the sauna--the camera and microphone installed there only worked half the time, it seemed, due to the extreme heat and moisture they were exposed to. But on another monitor I saw there were two guys in the gang shower area. Both had dark hair and were nicely muscled. They seemed to be sharing the same shower nozzle, and one was soaping the other's back. The camera angle was not perfect for me, but both seemed to have semi hard-ons. That reminded me of a super-hot scene I'd seen in the showers the week before.
As he walked through the locker room Steven kept looking around as if he didn't know what to focus on. Each new member was assigned a numbered locker, and eventually Steven found his along the last row of lockers. Of course I'd chosen that row for him as it gave the most privacy but also the best views into the shower room.
(And I'll bet you can guess what locker number I'd given him.)
I can't take credit for the timing, but sometimes the gods really do smile upon one.
By the time Steven arrived at his locker and had stripped down to change into his gym clothes, the two men in the shower were just coming out. Probably they'd already worked out and would be changing back into their street clothes. They froze when they saw Steven mostly undressed, wearing only his jockstrap, and hanging his shirt and pants in his locker.
Steven glanced over at the two men as they came down the row toward him. One had his towel wrapped around his waist while the other was naked and casually using his towel to dry his hair as he walked along. They were both obviously still in a state of semi-arousal.
I saw Steven stare, briefly, before he averted his eyes to his locker and sat down on the bench to put on his socks and shoes. Remotely, I turned up the volume of the microphone so I wouldn't miss anything.
"Excuse me, hot stuff," the man who had been toweling his hair said as he came up to Steven. "I'm locker 68," he said pointing to the locker just past Steven's.
