The Motivator Chapter 3

Author: metalbondnyc
Title: The Motivator (Chapter 3)
Date: 07 December 2009

By MetalbondNYC, located at www.MetalbondNYC.com

(NOTE: Did you miss the earlier chapters? Please look in the October 2009 stories for Part 1 and in November for Part 2.)


Chapter 3

It was after only my second workout session with Bryan that things between us went to a whole new level — a level in which I was not only being trained by him on the gym floor, but “trained” sexually as well.

Here’s how it happened.

When I arrived at the gym that day, my entire body was still stiff and sore from the previous workout two days prior. It was the kind of pain you get from lactic acid buildup in your muscles if you have not worked them heavily for a while. And with the rubberized metal bands locked on my wrists — and the rubberized metallic shock band still firmly secured around the base of my cock and balls ready to zap me at any moment if my hands got within six inches of my cock and balls for more than 30 seconds — I was also nervous as hell. I had been on constant edge for two days. With all that on my mind, that might have been why I had forgotten to put my combination lock into my gym bag. I didn’t realize this until less than five minutes before my workout and I was changed into my workout clothes and ready to go.

Just then, Bryan walked in and opened his own locker, which just happened to be directly across from the locker I had put my stuff in.

“Ready for your workout today, Rick?” he asked, not looking at me as he dialed his own lock combination, opened it, swung open his locker and removed his shirt. Then he said something else, with a bit of a laugh. “I hope you kept your hands away from your cock for the past two days.” He was being cocky and arrogant, and I didn’t appreciate it.

“I am ready, except I forgot my lock,” I said, ignoring his sadistic comment about the fact that I was being kept in enforced chastity under his control.

“No problem, you can put your stuff in my locker then,” he said, turning around to face me and holding open the door to his locker. He had a sadistic smirk on his face. It was the first time I had seen him with his shirt off, and he was looking especially hot. I could not help but look quickly at his upper body, with its developed physique and washboard abs. I tried not to be too obvious, but there was not much I could do. I was standing three feet away from an example of almost total male physical perfection, and I was a bit stunned.

Trying not to let my eyes linger too long, I grabbed my gym bag, stuffed my street clothes, wallet and keys in, and turned it over to Bryan, who dropped it in the bottom of his locker. He grabbed his sleeveless trainer’s shirt from a hook inside his locker and pulled it on, then slammed his locker door closed, re-locking it with his own combination lock.

As we were walking out of the locker room onto the gym floor, he poked me again.

“So, how many times did you shock yourself over the past two days?” he asked.

“None,” I replied.

“Wow,” he said. “I’m impressed at your self-control. It’s good that you are learning.”

He was clearly taking charge, not only of my workouts but (with the metal bands locked on me and the remote control he had) other areas of my life as well.

My second workout under Bryan’s direction was more difficult than the first. Again he had me run a mile on the treadmill. I finished in eight minutes 48 seconds this time, again just fast enough to not be electro-corrected. He then led me through the same series of exercises from the previous session, with free weights and machines, and again he checked the weight I was lifting for each movement, and the number of reps in the remote control device that he held in his hand. He gave me almost no rest between sets. By the time we got to the end of the workout — abs — I was almost ready to collapse from exhaustion. Despite the challenging regimen, I was proud of myself that I was able to complete all my sets without any electronic prodding from my sadistic trainer. And drenched in sweat, I needed a shower very badly.

“Good job today, Rick,” Bryan said as I finished my last set of crunches. “If you keep that up I will have you in great shape in no time. I’ll see you in two days.”

It was irritating to me that he said “ ‘I’ will have you in shape.” As if it was him doing all the work, not me. But I had no time to say anything to him about that. I had to remind him that all my stuff was locked in his locker, or else I would be stuck in my sweaty gym clothes with no way to get home. He seemed a bit annoyed at me as we walked back into the trainers’ locker room and he unlocked his locker for me. He told me to strip so that I could stash my sneakers and sweaty clothes inside while I showered. Just then his cell phone rang and he took the call, and as I was plodding off around the corner, bare-assed naked, for the showers, he called out to me. “Hurry up. I haven’t got all day,” he said.

I showered fast, being extra careful not to let my hands and wrists get close to my cock and balls for more than a few seconds at a time, for fear that I would set off the shock mechanism. I shut off the water, and then I moved quickly over to the tall hot air blower to dry my close-cropped head hair and body. I was so fast that it only took me two or three minutes. But when I got back to Bryan’s locker, he was gone! My heart sank. I stood there in disbelief. Here I was, totally naked except for steel bands around my wrists and cock and balls, standing in the trainers’ locker room, with my clothes, keys and wallet locked away and inaccessible to me.

Then that other trainer Dave walked in, the prick who had gotten me in trouble with Bryan two days ago.

“Um, do you know where Bryan went?” I asked Dave.

“Yeah, he’s with a client,” he said.

“Crap,” I said. I explained to Dave the situation, that I had forgotten my lock and that all my gear was stuck in Bryan’s locker, and I asked if he would please go get Bryan so that I could get dressed and leave.

“Sorry, pal, I can’t interrupt a trainer when he is with a client,” Dave said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, feeling my cock stiffen. I was trying desperately not to get hard.

“ ’Fraid not,” Dave replied. “Looks like you’ll have to wait.” His indifference to my plight was annoying, but what he did next bothered me even more. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his own remote control. As he was punching in a few buttons, I heard his device emit a fast, triple beep. “Put your hands behind your back,” Dave ordered.

“Why?” I said.

“Just do it,” he said.

I didn’t want to put my hands behind my back. My cock was getting stiffer, and standing here in the locker room totally naked, I was already embarrassed. But by the tone of his voice I could tell Dave meant business. I knew that with the device he was holding, he could shock the hell out of me just like Bryan could. Better not test him, I reasoned. So I put my hands behind my back as instructed. And all of a sudden, without warning, I felt the bands snap together securely, effectively locking my wrists together at right angles. I struggled to unlock them, but they would not budge — not at all. My hands were locked behind my back! As I started to realize how vulnerable I was, my cock got rock hard, sticking straight out and pointing up. There was nothing I could do about it, and no way to hide it.

Dave noticed immediately. “Fucking pervert,” he sneered at me. “That will prevent you from playing with yourself here in the locker room while you wait for Bryan to come back.” With that he turned around and left, leaving me standing in front of Bryan’s locker. Naked, vulnerable, bound. And hard as a rock. I was even starting to drip pre-cum on the floor of the locker room.

I calculated in my mind that since I had to wait for Bryan to finish with his client that I would be stuck in the locker room, naked, with my wrists locked behind my back for close to an hour if not more. With my wrists locked behind my back and my clothes locked in my trainer’s locker, there was really nothing I could do but wait — and hope that no other trainers would come in here to see me like this.

And aside from being concerned and embarrassed, I was also annoyed. After all, after the hard workout I wanted nothing more than to be able to stretch my arms to avoid cramps, and to be able to relax a bit and have a protein shake.

Then I remembered something. Two days ago at the end of my workout, Bryan had ordered me to pick up the trainers’ towels and put them in the laundry chute. The towels I was not allowed to use myself because of my status as a Motivator Plan client. My trainer hadn’t told me to pick the towels up today, but I figured I had better just in case. Besides, it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. There were only three of them lying around, so I picked them up one by one and dropped them down the chute. Of course it was difficult to do with my hands locked behind. I had to crouch down awkwardly to get them, and then I had to push them trough the chute while facing in the opposite direction. The rest of the time I spent standing in front of Bryan’s locker, staring at his combination lock. If I could have willed it open I would have.

As time went on I was more and more nervous that another trainer would come in and see me in my predicament and hassle me. But all I could really focus on was Bryan, especially how hot he had looked earlier when I got that really close glimpse of him with his shirt off. Just thinking about him was making my cock stiffer, and it was made even worse by the restrictive feeling of the right rubberized metal band around the base of my cock and balls, which gripped me like the sadistic pain implement that it was. There was no way I was going to be able to “will” my erection away.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Bryan returned.

“Still here I see, just where I left you,” Bryan said as he looked down at my hard cock. “That will teach you not to take too long in the shower. Dave told me he locked your hands behind your back, just where they belong for someone like you who can’t keep from playing with himself.”

Before I was annoyed at having just wasted an hour, but now I was starting to get angry. Bryan unlocked his locker, but rather than return my gym bag he instead stripped off all his own clothes and stowed them in his locker. Then he took a fresh towel from the top shelf of his locker, wrapped it around his waist, then slammed the door closed and snapped his combo lock shut again.

“Time for my shower,” he said. “You don’t mind waiting a few more minutes, do you?”

Before I could say anything he was heading for the showers.

So there I was, still naked, hands bound behind my back — and rock hard — waiting still longer. He was gone about 10 minutes, and luckily for me none of the other trainers were in the locker room then. When Bryan returned, I was waiting right where he had left me. I could not believe my eyes when I saw that rather than having his towel wrapped around his waist, he had it draped over his shoulders, and now I had a full-on view not only of his upper body, but his well-developed legs and substantial cock. My cock throbbed as I looked him up and down. By this point I was not even trying to hide the fact that I was admiring his body, and my desire for my trainer was showing.

“You see something you want, Rick?” he said.

I nodded as I looked directly into his eyes, then down to his cock. He was starting to get stiff himself.

“It’s going to be my way, you know that don’t you Rick?” he said.

I nodded again.

He turned around, unlocked his lock and opened his locker, and retrieved the remote control from his sweats. Then he said something that frightened and excited me at the same time.

“If you mess up, I am going to correct you,” he said.

I spent the next hour on my knees giving Bryan a blowjob. Actually, come to think of it, it was more of a “cocksucker training session” that a “blowjob.” A blowjob is something you might give to a dude rather quickly, to get him to cum fast — but this went on for a long time. Bryan wanted his cock worked long and hard. And he was very clear with me: “no TEETH.” A couple times, when my teeth made even the slightest contact with his hard cock, he zapped my balls with the remote in his hand, causing me to wince in pain. I was learning. Several times I gagged, which only seemed to make him harder, more excited. He would grab the back of my head and impale my face more firmly onto his rod. He would also shock me if I slowed down too much. He didn’t seem to care if I could not breathe. After a while, I was starting to learn to take in a breath as I moved my mouth up his shaft. To prevent myself from suffocating.

After about 10 minutes I heard another guy enter the locker room. I could not tell who it was, but I could sort of see him out of the corner of my eye and I could also hear him snickering a bit. “Train him well, Bryan, I might want to use him next,” he said before he walked away. I did not recognize his voice, and having Bryan’s cock down my throat with my hands locked behind my back I was in no position to look up.

Bryan focused his attention back on me. “That’s it, keep sucking,” he said. And I did, for a lot longer. Later, I could hear two guys come into the locker room behind me, and this time I recognized their voices. It was Dave and the head trainer, John. As I continued to suck Bryan’s cock, the three of them started talking — mostly to each other, not me.

“I locked the pervert’s hands behind his back so that he would not play with himself while he was waiting for you,” Dave said to Bryan.

“Thanks man,” Bryan said to Dave. “But you didn’t need to. I have him on masturbation restriction.”

“Oh you are cruel,” said Dave.

John, the head trainer, chimed in. “No, it’s probably a good idea,” he said. “Rick here needs a lot of control.”

Then he moved his face close to my own cock-filled face and said, very loudly, directly to me. “Isn’t that right, Rick? You need a lot of control, don’t you?”

“Ummm hmmmm,” I said, keeping Bryan’s hard cock in my mouth.

“Didn’t I tell you he was an excellent candidate for the Motivator Plan?” John said.

“He sure is,” Bryan said. I was looking up at him now, with his hard cock still in my mouth.

He put his hands behind his neck and flexed his arms, chest and abs just slightly, as I continued to suck. The other two trainers were standing right there, watching. I had never been so humiliated in all my life — and at the same time I could not remember my cock ever being so hard.

end of Chapter Three

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