2004-01-22 - lthr_jock - The Interview

Author: lthr_jock
Title: The Interview
Date: 22 January 2004

As I approached the gym, I found I was really nervous about the interview.

I've been a personal trainer for 6 years now and I was doing really well in my current job.

I'm 28, 6ft2" with green eyes and a mane of blond hair and I look pretty damn good, if I say so myself.

That combined with the fact that I've been working out since I can remember, means I've always been popular with the female members of the gym and my personal training slots are always fully booked.

I get a load of offers to go on dates, but I just tell them about my girlfriend.

She doesn't exist, of course, but they don't need to know that!

My preference is towards the guys in the gym and I've dated a couple of them in the past. Never seemed to go anywhere though.

Anyway, out of the blue, this letter arrived last week asking me if I'd contact a gym about 20 miles away - The Engine Room.

I'd never heard of it, but the letter said that one of their trainers had spotted me in my current job and was impressed.

They asked me to call them and arrange an interview.

Well, wouldn't do any harm.

I rang them and spoke to the manager - a guy called Pete - who sounded very friendly and made an appointment to go and see them after work.

I was a bit worried that the appointment was a bit late in the day - 11pm - but Pete said that was no problem.

So here I am, standing outside the Engine Room.

I had to bike over here, so I've got my 1-piece leathers on, my duffel bag over my shoulder and my helmet in my hand.

No reason to be nervous really - but I always get that way with interviews.

Feels like I stand there for an hour, but its only about 30 seconds - then I head in.

Inside, the place is plush.

Behind the empty reception desk, I can see through to the pool area which is vast compared to the one I'm used to.

Clearly this place has money.

Reception is empty so I ring the bell.

It's warm in here, so I pull the zip down on my leathers to let some air in . Underneath I've got my gym vest on which I've been wearing all day and I momentarily wonder if I should have changed.

After a couple of minutes a guy comes out of the office and I just stare.

He's bigger than me - 6ft6" at least.

He's got cropped blond hair and the most amazing piercing blue eyes that I've seen for a while.

He's wearing a pair of loose sweatpants that totally fail to conceal his muscled legs and a t-shirt that's plastered across his chest.

I just stare at the words 'Engine Room' stretched across his torso and with some embarrassment realise that he's said something and is holding his hand out.

I stammer nervously and reach forward to shake his hand.

He grins, puts a companionable arm around my shoulder and leads me into his office.

The interview is professional and he clearly knows his business, but I find myself constantly distracted by this tower opposite me.

I'm also distracted by the heat - it's baking in here, so I keep slipping the zip of my suit lower a little more.

I realise after a while that he's grinning at this and a little flustered I apologise and go to pull the zip up.

He stops me 'Hey, no problems Andy.

I should have thought about this beforehand - why don't you nip into the changing rooms and put your workout gear on anyway, then I can show you round the gym.'

With some relief I do this.

Getting out of the suit is great - though I savour the sweaty smell as I unzip boots and suit.

I get my gear out of my bag and get ready - muscle vest and lycra shorts which I put a baggy sweat top and trousers over.

I tie my hair back in a ponytail.

I don't put my gear in a locker - after all, there's no-one else here - and head into the gym.

The gym is spectacular - truly well laid out and kitted out.

Pete is already set up at the Smith machine so I go to join him.

It's soon clear that he's much stronger than me, but we get the banter going as we work out.

Soon both of us have stripped off our sweat tops and trousers - to reveal that Pete is also wearing muscle vest and lycra shorts.

I start to become uncomfortably aware of him - and my cock growing in my shorts and look up to see Pete grinning at me.

As I look down I can see the shape of his cock growing down his leg.

'So, do you think you'd like to work here?'

I can't say yes fast enough despite my blushes.

Pete shakes me by the hand 'That's great - but there's just one more thing we have to check.'

He leads me back into the changing room.

My leathers and bag are gone - in their place is a large duffel bag.

I look confused but Pete pats me on the shoulder reassuringly.

'Better get that sweaty gear off.' He says.

Confused I start to obey - the edge in his voice is like that of a Sergeant Major and I move to obey without thinking.

As I step out of my shorts, my cock springs to attention - and gets higher as Pete leans forward, unzips the duffel bag and pulls out a pile of gleaming rubber.

I've never worn rubber but been secretly looking at it for years - it intrigues me.

Pete hold the rubber up - it looks like a full suit and reminds me of nothing more than a wet suit.

He grins 'Want to back out?' I shake my head dumbly and his grin broadens.

With one hand he tosses me a tube of lube 'Lube yourself up all over.' Dumbly I do so, aroused by the feel of the cold gel over my hairless skin, enjoying the way it makes my muscles shine.

Pete, meanwhile, unzips the back zip of the suit and holds it open before me.

' Step in' .

I do so, and he starts to slowly pull the suit up my gelled legs.

It slides over my skin, transforming me from pink to gleaming black.

As it encases my legs, my cock slaps against my stomach, a globe of pre-cum forming.

As he smooths the suit over my calves and knees, Pete leans forward and licks the pre-cum off, making me shudder and groan.

He chuckles and pulls the suit higher.

As he gets to my crotch and arse, it becomes clear that there is a hole in the front of the suit which he feeds my cock and balls through.

I reach down to help him.

'Hands off, boy!' he snaps and I automatically jerk my hands away.

He grins and instructs me to grab the bar over my head.

I do so and, with my muscles stretched out he proceeds.

As he pulls the suit over my arse I feel something hard and he works an integral butt plug into my arse. I groan involuntarily and he chuckles. 'I can see you're just the kind of recruit we need, boy'.

He pulls the rubber higher, coating my chest tightly and instructs me to drop my arms.

Then he pulls the rubber sheath over them.

Finally he moves behind me and zips the suit up before walking me to a mirror.

There I am, coated in gleaming black rubber except for feet, hands, head and cock.

My muscles are outlined and shining, my cock rises at the sight.

Every move is accompanied by the slosh of lube and the squeak of rubber.

My raging cock is testament to the fact that I love this.

Pete smiles and reaches back into the bag.

Before I can see what he is doing he slaps my cock hard several times until it shrinks.

I gasp and try to stagger backwards, but he's done this before and I'm cornered.

Before I can get away, he has rammed my flaccid cock into a metal cock cage and locked it.

He then attached the straps of the cage around my thighs and arse and padlocks them shut.

Almost immediately my cock starts to rise again and is painfully stopped.

What kind of place is this?

I start to ask the question and he puts his hand over my mouth, raising the other one to show the heavy rubber hood he holds.

I stop talking and bend my head forward.

He grins and says, 'Not yet, boy'.

Out of the bag he pulls a pair of clippers.

'Your choice, boy, stop now and go home, or you lose the hair'.

For a moment I think, then bow my head and stand still.

With a whir the clippers spring into life and I see my blond mane falling to the floor.

After a very few minutes, his hand pulls my head upright and in the mirror I see he has cropped my hair tightly against my skull - a new person looks back.

Behind me he lifts up the hood and slips it over my head.

The rubber slides over me, tight but light, he adjusts it until something solid enters my mouth - a gag.

He lines up the eye and nose holes and then zips it shut at the back.

The hood immediately tightens and I groan into the gag.

The solid collar on the hood is tightened and secured. In the mirror I can see him hold up a padlock which he then uses to lock the collar to the suit - without the key I am stuck.

Still shocked by this, I don't struggle at all as Pete slips rubber socks and gloves onto my feet and hands.

I stand, muscles sculpted in rubber, plugged, cock locked away, mouth gagged and wonder what this guy has in mind for me.

He pulls my unresisting hands up behind my back and secures them to my collar-I'm now totally helpless.

I can't stop staring at this horny guy through the hood, wishing I could get hard, but stopped by the chastity cage.

Pete steps forward, grins and starts to roughly work my tits through the rubber.

I groan into the gag, helpless to resist, getting hornier and hornier but helpless to do anything about it.

'So, still want this job?'

I gulp inwardly, hesitate for a second, then nod.

Pete grins 'I knew you'd like us, boi'.

He turned and pulled the final item out of the bag - a heavy chain leash which he clipped to the front of my collar.

He then led me through the changing rooms to a door marked 'Personal Trainers'.

In the room were 8 cages - 7 of them with a heavily muscled guy wearing tight rubber or leather and in some kind of bondage.

Pete slid open the door of the final cage and pushed me roughly inside.

'Good lad.

Sleep well'.

With a padlock, he locked the door securely and left me in the dark surrounded by the muffled grunts of the other personal trainers.

This was going to be a great job!