By Timxen
The guy who works part-time at your gym and uses it as one of the places He scouts for targets. He noticed the way you looked at certain guys in the gym, the alpha types, how you would watch them just a little longer when you thought nobody would notice, the hint of desire you had. He organised the roster so He could train you for a few sessions now and then, and He took note of how readily you fell into obedience when He asserted Himself. One time He called you a good boy, and He saw the quick flicker of surprise and pleasure before you regained control of your expression. He accessed the gym’s customer database to find out more about you – not that you knew that at the time.
You bumped into Him a couple of times outside the gym too, at one of the local gay clubs, at a shopping mall. He would say hi and be friendly enough but He wouldn’t stay for a chat. You kind of wished He would. He was sexy, and maybe He’d call you a good boy again somewhere more private. One time you thought you saw Him for just a moment right near your apartment building, but then He’d turned the corner and was gone. You might have imagined it.
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