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Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-)
This story contains Male/Male sex, Male/Female sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off!
This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew as a basis. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to send your thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's always good to get feedback!
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It had been a week since I had been pulled into the middle of one of my fantasies. A week since my occasional Bi thoughts turned into a real-life experience. A week since a complete stranger had forcefully taught me that my mouth was perfectly designed for cock. Ever since that night, I'd found myself thinking back to those events. The feeling of a hard cock filling my mouth . . . and my throat. It continued to send a thrill straight through me.
I had been back to my usual schedule at the gym and had seen no sign of the mystery man who I'd had such intimate contact with. It almost seemed like a dream. Tonight I wasn't much later than normal, but I got a little lost in my latest book and was on the bike longer than I planned. By the time I got done with my sit-ups and such it was getting near closing time.
I grabbed a quick shower, threw my sweats back on and headed for my car. I was passing the front counter when I heard someone call my name.
"Mr Kell, could I see you for a moment in my office?" I turned to see Mark, the gym manager leaning out of an office just off the aerobics area. I could feel my face flushing a little as I remembered the last time he had seen me.
"Sure." I croaked as I walked over. I paused briefly to admire the lines of people, mostly women, going through the last few minutes of their aerobics workout. I found it almost impossible to keep from staring at the sea of toned asses and legs moving around the floor. I shook myself loose and stuck my head in the office. "What can I do for you?"
He gave me a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. "Funny you should put it that way, Mr Kell. Please come in . . . and close the door, please."
While I closed the door I was trying to figure out what was going on. I took a quick scan of his office. Three walls were covered with classy looking fitness photographs of perfect bodied men and women in various poses. One wall was covered with a thick curtain and in the corner was a A/V stand with a TV and VCR setup. I sat down in the chair across from his desk. I couldn't help but admire the picture above his chair. It was of two men and a woman, all nude in an interlocked pose that displayed miles of skin without actually giving you a peak at anything more intimate than the woman's perfect breasts.
"Nice picture, eh?"
I was a bit startled for some reason. "Uh, yes it is. It would be nice to have a body like that."
"Which body?" He asked.
"Well, I . . .," I was caught off guard. "They are all pretty buff."
He chuckled. "True, very true." Mark, picked up a remote from his desk, powered on the TV and started the VCR playing. "I wanted to discuss . . . this."
I looked at the screen and went cold. I stared at the TV screen and watched as the mystery man from last week held my arms up, and with smooth strokes of his hips, fucked my mouth. It had been video taped?! My life was ruined. My marriage was ruined!
"I take it you recognize the . . . events that took place last week in the locker room?" His voice was neutral.
"Uh," I swallowed hard. "Y-, yes." I left it at that as I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Actually you are not the first guy that Gordon has . . . initiated here." He got up and pulled another tape from a drawer and went to the VCR. He started to hit eject but paused. "I really like this part," he said staring me straight in the eye.
I glanced back as he turned up the sound. It was muffled but understandable. Gordon had just pulled his cock from my mouth and you could see strands of saliva and pre-cum dripping from the shaft.
On the screen Gordon held the dripping head just out of reach. "Is my cum-slut ready to be fed?" He asked. He pressed the tip to my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and cheeks.
I could feel my cock hardening in memory of the moment displayed on the screen.
"Yes!." I heard my voice whisper. "Please."
"Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want if they expect to be fed." He taunted me. Hearing him call me "Cum-slut" again sent an odd flutter through my stomach.
I knew what was coming but it still filled me with a mix of humiliation and lust. "Please feed me your cum!" My video self pleaded. "I want to taste your thick, hot cum as it fills my mouth. I need to -" I was cut off as he completely sheathed his cock in my throat again. He stroked into my mouth several times and I could hear myself moaning around the shaft stretching my mouth. Then he grunted, bucked and pulled out of my mouth splattering my face with several ropey strands of cum before slipping it back between my slimy lips.
"I can tell you enjoyed that." Mark said hitting the eject button and swapping tapes. He hit play and turned back to me. With a glance at the lump in my sweats he smiled. "Looks like you enjoyed watching it almost as much."
Before I could say anything the new tape started playing. It was from the sauna. Gordon had a young guy bent over a bench and was sliding his cock into the man's ass. The guy couldn't have been over 20 years old and built to make a cheerleader drool. What made the scene even more interesting was the second guy, who looked to be the same age as the one getting plugged, squating between Gordon's legs and avidly tongueing his balls and asshole.
I could hear the first guy gasping with each thrust and groaning to be fucked harder. Gordon grasped the guy's hips and began plunging his tool as deep as possible with smooth strokes. My own ass clenched as I watched. I knew how good a dildo felt in my ass and could only imagine what a real cock felt like.
Mark interupted my thoughts. "The man has a way with people, eh?" He had seated himself on the edge of the desk a few feet from me. I noticed an obvious bulge in his shorts and immediately looked away, cursing myself. I needed to get a grip on my hormones!
"He's definately active." I said trying to keep things light.
"You have two choices," he stated suddenly, locking my gaze with his. "First, you can just go on home as normal and leave it to my discression what to do with that tape. Or you can get on your knees right now and do everything I tell you to do." His eyes never waivered and his voice was firm.
"Look, I-"
"Either leave." He repeated flatly. "Or, On . . . Your . . . knees, slut!" He finished in a commanding voice.
I swear that I made no concious decision, but nevertheless found myself kneeling on the floor staring up at him. "Good choice." Mark said. He pointed the remote behind me and the lights went out. Only the VCR gave off any light. Then he must have activated another control, because the curtains across the back wall parted to reveal a veiw of the aerobics class. Obviously the mirror that covered the back wall of the studio was a two way mirror!
"I love watching Lisa's ass while she teaches this class." He said with a chuckle. Lisa Pankiss, one of the trainers and aerobics instructors, was a woman of medium height with a rock hard body. Attractive face, nice B cup breasts, flat stomach, perfectly toned thighs and calves . . . and the ass of a goddess! "Look here!" He snapped at me. "You have work to do."