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New Years Resolution – Part 10

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Jay walked up behind Paul as he stared into the mirror. Meeting Paul’s reflected gaze, he grinned.

“Thinking about a change of look?” Paul was amazed how Jay always seemed to know what he was thinking and nodded. “Well … I think I know just the person for you.” As he spoke he rubbed his hands over the rubber covered globes of Paul’s arse. “Would you like me to give you their address?”

Paul nodded gratefully and Jay moved around to stand between him and his reflection. Producing a business card, he unzipped one of the pockets in the rubber jeans and slid the card inside. As Paul felt his hand rubbing at his muscle through the rubber, Paul could feel himself getting hard. “Just head around there – they’ll look after you.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 09

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As the hours passed, Paul’s muscles cramped painfully in the cage. He found he could relieve the stress slightly by repeatedly flexing them, but still they ached and ached. He could see nothing except the brick wall 6ft in front of him. The leash attached to the back of his collar restricted his head from turning much, so he could only get glimpses of the wall to one side, and the darker expanse of the club to the other. He went to yell for help and found that he couldn’t – try as he might, he could make no sound. Then he realised that he was trying the wrong thing – dogs couldn’t talk. Instead, he tried barking and let out a deep, booming WOOF that echoed in the empty room.

For some reason, that made him feel better, and he woofed to himself a few more times. But still there was no reply from the empty club. Paul found himself drifting, head nodding as he started to fall asleep, and then jerking awake as the leash brought him back to reality. He wondered what he looked like from outside the cage – hairy, semi-naked, collared, booted, mitted and locked into leather shorts. He unconsciously flexed as he thought about the effect seeing all that caged muscle might have. Again, he found his cock trying to harden inside the shorts and grunted with suppressed frustration.

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New Years Resolution – Part 08

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Paul hadn’t realised until then what a good friend Jay was. As Jay talked, Paul felt better, more relaxed and calmer. His situation wasn’t that bad – there were plenty of things he could do. Jay handed Paul another protein shake as he walked the big man around the park, constantly talking in a low voice that seemed to penetrate deep into Paul’s mind.

For over an hour, the two men walked around the park, Jay talking all the time, until the light began to fade as the sun went down. As they exited the park, Jay turned and put his hands on Paul’s shoulders.

“So, feeling better?”

“Yes – thanks, man, you really managed to put everything in perspective.” Paul sighed. “But I still don’t know what I’m going to do for a job.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 07

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Paul stood in the centre of the room staring straight ahead. In front of him was a mirror, allowing him to see himself. His torso and trousers were still covered in tight, laced and strapped leather. His feet were now covered in heavy black army boots. The only part of him that could be seen was his head. His eyes stared straight ahead, looking at his flushed face, topped by his straggly mop of hair. He didn’t blink, the only part of him that moved were his eyes, which looked up and down his reflection.

Paul began to notice changes. As he watched, his chest swelled under the leather, making it creak and groan. As he felt it tightening around him, he briefly wondered why it wasn’t making his breathing more difficult. Then he realised that he was breathing very slowly and very shallowly – so shallowly that it was almost impossible to detect. His waist seemed to be shrinking, narrowing and he could feel his stomach muscles hardening. The tight leather seemed to become looser around his waist, until hands reached around him and tightened the lacing and straps.

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New Years Resolution – Part 06

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Paul stood in the Post Office, waiting for the clerk behind the counter to find his parcels. As he let his mind wander, he unconsciously flexed, providing quite a sight for the people behind him in the queue. He was dressed as normal in a pair of skin tight leather jeans and knee-high glossed Dehner boots. His torso was covered with a similarly skin tight navy blue lycra tank top, letting his muscular arms hang free. With a bored sigh, he leant over the counter, the tight leather stretching over his arse. He heard a giggle from behind him and saw two women obviously talking about him. One caught his eye and smiled seductively and Paul reflexively smiled back. Her eyes travelled down his front and widened at the bulge of the seedpod in his jeans. Flushing, Paul turned away but not before seeing a familiar figure enter the Post Office.

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New Years Resolution – Part 05

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As PJ crossed the room toward Paul, he stripped off his bike jacket and gloves to reveal a tight form-fitting black lycra t-shirt underneath which showed off his impressive torso. Paul gurgled something unintelligible into the gag and tried to stand up.

“STAY.”

The single word from PJ froze him in place – back arched displaying his cock, one arm behind him, the other inches away from where he had just been stroking himself. Desperately, he tried to move as PJ approached, and found himself completely unable to. He tried to shout but could emit nothing more than a low moan.

PJ crouched down in front of him.

“Very nice. Very nice, indeed.” He reached forward and gently stroked the inside of Paul’s muscular thighs. “Have you got all the pictures you wanted, Chuck?” He grinned as Chuck affirmed that he had   “Oh good. Time for some fun then.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 04

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Paul’s workout that morning went really well – at least he felt that it had once he was stood in the changing room after his shower. As usual, the time has passed really quickly and he could barely remember the exercises that he’d done. As he towelled down, he admired his physique in the mirror. Gone was his old belly, now replaced with a flat stomach that was just beginning to show signs of ridging. His pecs were now two solid slabs of muscle and his swollen biceps kept his arms hanging slightly away from his body. His calves and thighs were showing new definition and he reflected ruefully that he would have to invest in some new clothing soon.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Jay wandered into the changing room.

“Hey Paul – never thought you would be that fascinated at watching yourself.”

“Well, umm, yeah sorry … I … errr …”

“Just teasing, big guy. Hey you’re looking pretty good – the programme is really working for you. Mind if I take a few measurements?”

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New Years Resolution – Part 03

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Paul woke up abruptly in his bed, confused and worried by the intense dream he’d had the night before. His head buzzing, he went and ran his shower colder than normal and as he stood under it he ran through his dream.

It started in his house, with someone spraying something in his face. As he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a bulky guy dressed in black combats leaning forward and locking a thick leather collar around Paul’s neck. Paul tried to speak but seemed to be unable to. The man was joined by three others, and together they manhandled Paul out the door. He tried to struggle, but his limbs didn’t seem to be working. Outside, the men bundled him into the back of a van. Paul found himself helplessly sprawled on the floor of the van as it pulled away.

He couldn’t tell how long the van journey was – in his dream he seemed to fade in and out. Each time he woke up, something had changed. Firstly, his shorts had been removed. Then they were replaced with a skimpy black leather jockstrap. White rugby socks had been rolled onto his feet, followed by highly glossed DM boots, which were tightly laced in place. The men then sat him upright, adding a sizable metal padlock to the front of his collar. They then twisted his hands up behind him and secured them to cuffs, which dangled from the back of his collar. Finally, a rubber gag shaped like a small cock was slid into his mouth and secured behind his head.

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