By Lycralad71
I am a bit of a gym jock. I go to the gym regularly, and I like to work out with weights and cardio. I’m quite proud of the body I’ve built up, and I like to show it off at the gym by wearing UA Lycra tights and tops. Some might say that I am vain, but I am not as big as some guys; I would say that I have an athletic build.
I go to a 24-hour gym. From 9 pm Friday it’s only manned by one staff member, and it’s usually quiet. I went in at about 9:30. I planned to spend a couple of hours there, my usual hour of lifting heavy weights and then an hour of cardio interval training.
At 11:30 I got off the treadmill sweating and headed to the changing room lockers, where I had left my car keys. I never get changed in there, as I like to arrive in my gym gear. I suppose I like the attention from the other gym members. As I opened my locker I felt a cloth across my mouth from behind. Then everything went black …
When I awoke I felt dizzy and groggy. I tried to get up but found that I could not move. I also could not see and my mouth had some sort of cloth in it, which tasted foul. My arms were trapped by my sides, and my legs were pushed together. I had the feeling I was on my back on some sort of padded bed. I felt that I had something up my ass touching my prostate. Also I had what I thought were earphones pushed into my ears. Despite this predicament, my cock was rock hard, harder than I had ever know it to be. I lay there for a while in a mild panic, what the hell of a position was I in? I didn’t have long to wait to find out.
A metallic voice spoke into my ears: “Ah, I am glad you are awake. You are probably wondering what has happened to you. Well let me explain a little. I am sick of seeing you show off your ‘fantastic’ body, so I thought it was time that you were taught a lesson.
“You are currently what the BDSM community like to call mummified.
“You have been stripped of your show-off Lycra clothes and are naked. Well I say naked except for the fact that you have several layers of shrink wrap to keep you from squirming.
“On top of that, you have six more layers of super strong duct tape, and you are secured to the treatment table by several more lengths. So, there’s no escape for you, my Gym Jock.
“Your mouth has been gagged by a sweaty, cum- and piss-soaked jockstrap and then sealed with more tape.
“Obviously you are blind, but I wouldn’t want you to get bored in there, so I have attached several TENS pads to the vital muscle areas such as your pecs, abs, inner thighs and buttocks. Oh, and the soles of your feet, to keep you ‘on your toes,’ so to speak. Also to keep you a little more interested I have took the liberty of attaching electrodes to you cock, balls and up your ass. These will steadily increase in intensity as the time goes on. Don’t worry about your cock going soft — you have ingested a Viagra pill, so your ‘little solider’ will be hard for a while throughout your torture.
“The only part of you that is not covered by tape is your nostrils, but we will play with that later.
“For now, enjoy the ride.”
I was encased with no movement possible, and, just as the panic set in, the tingling sensation began, as soon as he had stopped speaking. Like tiny little bites all over my body. The probe up my ass seemed to complement my cock electro. It was like they were talking to each other. Despite the situation I found myself in, I was desperate to cum, but every time I came close the electricity seemed to know and deny me any pleasure. The TENS pads started to do their job also. I was already aching from overdoing it at the gym, now my muscles screamed out more.
The torment went on for what I presumed was hours. I screamed into my piss-stained jock, but no sound came out passed the layers of tape.
The familiar metallic voice returned.
“Ah, I see you are enjoying yourself — or is that still the Viagra?
“Well let’s see what we can do about that gap in the tape over your nose. Deep breath!”
With that I felt a strip of tape seal the last of the visible holes — and my ability to breathe. My lungs screamed for air. I thought that I would pass out, then air flooded back in.
“That was fun. Let’s try that again, but maybe for a little longer this time.”
All the time the electro kept tormenting my already tortured body.
The tape went back over. This happened what seemed like hundreds of times.
Then the voice said, “OK, Jock Boy, I think that is the end of this first lesson, time for sleep again.”
Blackness.
I awoke in the toilets of the changing room; I was once again dressed in my revealing UA Lycra gear. My whole body ached; I left the toilet and checked the time. It was now 11 a.m. on Saturday. Had I just passed out in the toilets? Had I dreamed about being mummified and electro tortured?
I went to my locker to get my car keys, but instead of the keys I found a note.
It read, “I took the liberty of taking your car back to your house, which I know is only a 5-mile run away. I’m sure that would not be too much of a problem for a Gym Jock like you.
“But then again I’m guessing that the Viagra is still in effect?”
It was I had a raging hard on with no way of disguising it. I went red with humiliation.
“I bet you are regretting wearing that revelling Lycra now, eh?”
I quickly walked out into the main gym. The door was a long way from the changing rooms, and I got several embarrassing stares from the now-packed gym. These were not the looks I was used to.
Sure enough my car was gone! I ran the fastest 5 miles through the crowded streets of my hometown to my house. When I got there an envelope attached to my door grabbed my attention. In it were my house and car keys, along with a note that read, “Hope you enjoyed your lesson, Gym Jock? Same time next week for another lesson?”
You fucking bet! I can’t wait till next Friday night.
Metal would like to thank Lycralad71 for this story!