By Pickle
~ Chapter 1 ~
It was a pretty typical late June morning, sunny, blue sky and the temperatures were just beginning to warm up now. It felt like long awaited Summer was actually arriving. Lately it had been hovering around 15℃ when I left the house, but by 10:30 or 11:00 it would have warmed up to 20 or 21. I tended to hit the gym around 8:30 am, so I’d lose the “before work” crowd.
I was listening to my playlist and absent-mindedly trotting away on a treadmill when a couple bulked-up, camo-wearin’, macho-looking thugs come up to me while I’m working out, and tell me they think I’m not sweating hard enough. I’ve seen them training a few other young studs in the gym, making them yell out “Sir, One SIR!, Sir, Two Sir” etc. as they do their reps, as if they were in the military … kind of embarrassing to have to do in a civilian gym, but I have to say, I kinda got a kick out of hearing these other fellas having to vocalize like that, and the thought of the slight humiliation of it even made my cock twitch now and then, especially when the “victim” screwed up his form and the big guy putting him through his paces would make him start over from one. … They really pushed these poor bastards to absolute exhaustion. I’m thinking “Oh fuck! There’s no way I can say “no” to these brutes, or I’m gonna look like a pussy.”
