By ty dehner
My gloved hands gripped the bar holding 150 pounds of weights. I was on my last rep. As I exhaled and started to life, Sir pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. My arms burned as I got the weight to the top and waited for Sir to piston his cock in and out of my throat five times before I could bring the weights down. Once my throat cleared I inhaled through my mouth, and I could taste the leather, sweat and pre-cum of my Master. He smiled as he looked down at me, wearing his full motorcycle cop duty uniform. His gloved hands lightly tapped my cheek. The heavy leather hood I was locked in had a hole for my mouth that is open when I do my workouts and has eye holes. The rest of my head is encased in leather.
The next rep repeats what Sir did, but he quickens the pace of this pistoning, then faster for the next. On the last lift he slams his cock in deeper, piston-style, quickly shooting his load down my throat as my arms burn and struggle to keep the weight above me. When he pulls out, I drop the weights on the stand and Sir slaps my face hard before telling me I did a good job.