(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
My husband (and master) was giving me a deep kiss as my eyes blearily opened.
"That's some way to wake up, amor..." He gave me a silly grin as I returned the kiss and embrace with equal ardor. He was wearing an emerald green Underarmour compression tee and a pair of jeans that looked painted onto his herculean frame.
"Well, I'm in a good mood. Sarge texted me that I don't have to do double-watches today! What are you doing later?"
I yawned. "I'm working out. I'll be at the Grindhouse." I gave him a bright white grin. "Checking on the recruits."
Charlie laughed and nuzzled my neck. "Well save some for me. I'm going to be dreaming of some thick Guatemalan cock splitting me open all day!"
He gave me another deep kiss as he left the bedroom.
* * *
I stretched as I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and smiled at the hairless, hyper-dieseled, dark-skinned, dark-eyed, dirt-trade latino hustler I'd become. What an incredible improvement. Even for me, it was hard to believe I had been just a trim white man with green eyes running a multi-billion dollar company only nineteen months ago. I brushed my teeth, stripped off my thong and got into the shower.
After breakfast, I pulled on a gray UA compression tee and a pair of jeans and left the apartment. I reveled in the wanton glances I received loping down the street and in the subway as I headed uptown to the gym. I usually spent about five to eight hours every other day working out and making certain I maintained and improved the heavily muscled physique that was an essential part of my new identity as 'Inti Valderama' - a Guatemalan sex slave owned by two young and horny policemen. The evenings - when Charlie and Tony weren't off-duty - were spent servicing eager biker gangs and black or brown guys in gay bars and dark alleys.
After about forty minutes on the train, I arrived uptown to the Grindhouse Gym and Bath House. This - as well as some other facilities spread around the city - had been the brainchild of Dani Stewart and Yvgeny Umaskaya - the owners of the Greasetank sex club. The gyms (under various names and owned by various holding companies) were used to recruit and acclimate young men to improve their bodies to erotic perfection and to subtly mold their psyches to become future slaves for the sex club or to be sold as property to the highest bidder.
I entered the gym and gave Tex a wink and a smile. Tex Dalton was the massively muscled manager of the club and was well aware of the true purpose of the establishment; I was working with Tex and Dani to make sure we would maintain a constant and quality output of slave recruits. Of course, Tex was not aware of my original identity as a Greek millionaire (next to no one was), so I maintained the heavily accented Spanglish whenever I was here.
"Hola Tex! How we doin' today?"
"So far, so good, Inti - we've got the regular morning crowd, and we signed up six more this morning! Word gets around fast our members get amazing results!"
I gave him a contented grin. "How much transanabol an' erotropin we usin' now?" We included the artificial steroid in all the food and sprayed most of the towels with the substance as well. This assured that our clients would see constant gains from their workouts. The erotropin was another designer chemical that made the recipient sexually more versatile and constantly hornier as well. At these concentrations, the effects were gradual, but constant.
"The transanabol is up to twenty-eight parts per million and the erotropin is at thirty-two."
"Up both to fifty in the laundry, starting hoy día. A hun'red in la comida y la bebida. I'm gonna work out and check on the chicitos." I gave the manager an impish smile. "I got a feelin' we're gonna have a breakthru today..."
Tex chuckled. "Here today, the Greasetank tomorrow!"
* * *
After the first three brutal circuits of chest presses, leg presses, squats, shoulder lifts, cable pulls, skullcrushers and preacher curls, I was sweating like a pig and took a moment to check out the recruits at the gym. The transanabol - even at its low concentration - was having the desired result of slowly but surely increasing their muscle mass and definition. The erotropin was having an even larger cumulative effect - several of the guys were stroking each other's torsos - ostensibly checking out their progress - but the touches were more than lingering and they were completely oblivious to the degree of intimacy on display.
* * *
Max adjusted the pad. "Good, Inti?"
"Perfect, chico!" I stroked his sweaty back and shoulders and he shivered.
"Damn, that feels good, Inti..." Oh we are definitely close...
"Okay, lindo ... adjust your grip a little. You're goin' wide and that works the teres major, not the lats. Now, pull down." I kept my hand on his back as the stack of weights lifted on the machine. "Good form, Max!" My hand slid down and patted his ass - and stayed there. "Do three sets of ten with that weight, then rest five minutes. Three more and rest again. Then repeat everything with your grip closer to the center. Okay?"
"Thanks!"
* * *
After my next four circuits, I walked around the gym, helping and spotting the other members as needed - a few hours had already passed and the midday-afternoon crowd was now present. Overall, this group was more advanced along the muscular development route and I noticed that my more intimate touches and gestures were well-received, even encouraged... and reciprocated.
"Where's Beck? I jus' saw him 'bout twenny minutes ago?" I was helping Sam Miller set up the leg press.
The young man made a face. "He was benching and couldn't finish. Got him really upset. I think he went into the locker room."
After finishing with Sam, I left the main floor of the gym to look for Beck.
* * *
Beck - Beckett Fontaine - was one of my more promising recruits. He had advanced further along than the other guys in the afternoon session and it was him I was thinking of when I mentioned the "breakthru" to Tex.
I checked with the manager; he hadn't left the gym. I entered the empty locker room and looked around. I hope he's okay. "Beck? Chulo? You here?" I heard the shower running and went into the bathroom area.
"Chico! You okay?" I rushed over to him. Beckett was sitting on the floor of the shower, with water running over his smooth body and his head in his hands.
He turned to look at me and started to cry. I knelt down to him and cupped his face in my hands. "What's the matter?"
"I'm a failure, Inti! A fuck up! I couldn't even finish my set today! I'll never be like you!" His stubbled face was a portrait of anguish.
"Shhhh... levantate para mi..." I pulled him up and held him in my arms. I couldn't help myself - I kissed him. Surprisingly, he held me even tighter and returned the kiss. Soaking wet, we stepped out of the shower and I toweled us dry. "You feelin' sick? You hurt yourself? What happened?" I continued holding him close - skin-to-skin - and cock-to-cock - but he didn't object.
He shook his head. "No, I'm not sick. I added plates and I couldn't finish. After all the work I've done, I couldn't even finish a heavier set!"
"How much did you add?"
He sniffled. "A hundred."
"Chico, that's way too much... I didn't get the way I am inna month ... it took me a lotta time an' fuckin' hard work to get to this size and stay this way. You need to put on more muscle mass... and you need to get more..." Here it goes. "... leche in your diet to get to the next level. That's the real secret to gettin' big... works like magic..."
He looked confused. "I should drink more milk?"
I paused. "... I mean lefa, Beck ... cum."
He looked surprised, but didn't pull away from me. "You trust me, right?"
"Of course! I wouldn't be in this shape without you! I was a skinny little fuck when I came here! You're everything I want to be!"
Damn, this is even better than I imagined....
I smiled and caressed his face; he still didn't retreat. "Okay, we're gonna do something, and it's gonna hurt the first few times ... but I promise you it's gonna take you to the next level an' make you feel real good. Particularly how semen intake kicks the effects of transanabol into high gear. Después, you can do the same to me if you want... okay?" I squeezed his ass. "You know what I'm talkin' about, right?"
He nodded. His hand reached out to trace the outline of my thickening cock through the thin fabric of the thong.
"Jeez... you're so BIG, Inti..."
"Lefa makes that get bigger, too..." I went over to one of the cabinets and took out a big jar of Hyperlube. "C'mon - let's go back to the gym."
Beckett paused. "We're going to do it outside? In front of everyone?"
I stroked his shoulders and arms and gave him another soft kiss. "Ain't nothing wrong with havin' fun, feelin' good, an' showin' off, guapo. Especially lookin' like US. Nothin' to be afraid or ashamed of..."
He smiled at the compliment and I put my arm around his waist as we left the locker room.
* * *
I let out a loud whistle when we got into the gym to get everyone's attention. I motioned them to come closer.
"Chicos, Beck here got upset 'cause he added too much weight to his bar and couldn't finish his set. He could have really hurt himself. Lucky for him, he's okay.
If you add a hun'red pounds, there ain't no way you can finish your set.... That's normal.
You ain't supermen. You guys can't expect to look like me or do what I can do right away. You're on the right path, but it takes work. An' time. An' corazón. An' I'm tellin' alla you what I tol' Beck -- you wanna get big like me, you gotta start takin' lefa - cum - lots of it down your throat an' up your ass. An' havin' sex between muscle guys is amazin'! Better than anything you ever did before! "
The assemblage looked surprised and intrigued. But not appalled or disgusted.
I gave Beck a kiss. "Pull down your shorts, guapo... and stretch over the bench." He complied and I shucked down my thong to expose my turgid steel-ringed junk; I received a collective gasp at the size and heft of my equipment. I slathered my cock with Hyperlube, grabbed the young man's hips and slowly pushed myself in.
The other gym members stood in amazement. All of them started getting massive erections.
Beck gasped as I breached him. "I'm goin' in real slow, lindo. You tell me if you want me to stop an' wait, okay?" I stoked his back and kissed it and then returned my hands to his hips as my slow penetration resumed.
He clenched his fists and hissed, shaking his head. "Keep going, Inti..." I proceeded to gently drill my cock into his guts until my sac hit his asscheeks, then pulled out just as slowly and started up again. This time, I could tell the initial shock and pain had subsided and I began to speed up my thrusts. I pistoned his ass until I felt my orgasm reach a crescendo and then exploded within him.
I continued to jackhammer his guts until my balls stopped churning. I withdrew and straightened him up then turned him around, stroking his face. "How you feelin, Beck'?"
He smiled. "I feel good, Inti... really, really good!" Beck put his arms around my neck and kissed me.
"This was your first time?"
He nodded and smiled. "But it won't be my last! You were right - that was fantastic!"
"I want you to relax a little bit. Then we'll try the bench press again. ¿Vale?"
His stubbled face transformed as he gave me a wide grin. "OK, boss!"
The other men now looked at each other in a different perspective. It was if I had given them the green light for something they had been badly wanting to do. I was receiving definitely more carnal looks as well - I was stark-naked with my still-turgid steel-ringed cock dripping cum onto the gym floor and a determined look on my face. Just how slaves should be regarding their stable stud.
One of the recruits spoke up. "Inti, how often do you do, you know ..." He trailed off as he unconsciously massaged his swollen crotch.
I chuckled "As often as I can, Timoteo... the more I did, the bigger I got. I sorta leveled off at the size I am now, but I still do it a lot cada día. It don't feel right when a cock ain't down my throat or up my ass at least three times a day."
I turned to the young man I just raped. "You wanna fuck my ass, Beck?" We were both still buck naked and I stretched myself over the same bench. My dark rosebud winked at him and it didn't take any encouragement for the recruit to lube up and penetrate me. Of course, he was more rushed and clumsy (and less massive) than I had been, but I felt a thick gush of warmth in my guts as he groaned in pleasure and withdrew.
He struggled a bit with the weight, but was in full control of the barbell. Up and down the bar went - down to barely touch his pecs and then back up as his arms straightened.
"Two. Three. Four. Five..."
He was doing amazingly well. I could tell he was straining, but he was shocked at his newfound stamina as the transanabol kicked into overdrive.
"Six. Seven. Eight... two more, chico... Nine.... Ten!"
Beckett's arms were shaking at the tenth rep, but he managed to hoist the barbell back into its supports with barely any assistance from me. He sat up, the shock clearly written across his face.
I stroked his pecs and arms, swollen with effort. "See? I tol' you how takin' lefa works! Now, I don' want you doin' any extra plates ... yet. Go back to your old weight and jus' do more reps and sets, ¿entiendame? Taper UP. Don' rush. You keep up takin' cum on a daily basis and you're gonna see some amazin' gains!" And just wait till you see how your body changes overnight with the full potential of the transanabol now activated.
I turned to the others. "Well, what are you chicitos waitin' for? Pair up! Make sure everybody gets at least one serving of lefa!"
The men split into couples and began kissing and fondling each other. Soon, they were naked and scooping out wads of Hyperlube and covering their purpled and erect equipment with the slick material.
"Inti? After we're done with each other, could... would you please fuck us too?" Sam called out to me as he straddled Max and was about to thrust his cock into the waiting hole.
I gave the assembled recruits a bright grin. "¡Claro que sí! Sure! But jus' remember, I ain't here all the time... you guys need to be real dependable fuck buddies between your sets every day!"
That response got a number of high-fives and roars of approval. I whistled as I sauntered back to the supply room to get more jars of Hyperlube.
Jackpot. And after piston-fucking the recruits, I was looking forward to a hot bath before going home to Charlie and filling his guts as well.
* * *
I really can't get over how much the ability to produce my own images is helping with the creative process!
And it's FUN again!
As with my normal writing operation, the idea of "Inti at the gym" needed to be fleshed out a bit more than that, and along the way, I kept asking myself, "Who would read about JUST going to the gym? What else is going on?"
That how I got the "recruitment" idea.
After all, when Mattie/Inti was at the Greasetank there already was some foreshadowing of slaves working out in the sex club's extensive gym - this story was an extension of that idea brainstormed by a Russian mobster (and co-owner of the club) combining a serious penchant for cock, the generation of massive amounts of illegal cash and a brilliant marketing concept.
Inti taking on this role also gave me some further insight to some other concepts floating around - "Inti as a security guard" was parallel concept to "Inti at the gym" and I have a much better idea of how to make that a much better story.
This entry also started me thinking about the "Beck goes to the Greasetank" concept and what happens... does he stay there as a slave? As a new trainee stable stud? Is he sold? To whom? Does he become another piece of property to Chuy/Charlie and Tito/Tony?
I still am organizing the pieces about the "Uncle Damien finds out" concept - there's a lot more going on there with Chara and Ori and what they have revealed/not revealed, and whether a surprise visit happens... whether this surprise visit happens while Charlie is still a white cop or temporarily Chuy ... or perhaps after Chuy's "permanent transfer?"
As always, your continued readership means a lot to me - please comment and tell me what you like, don't like and what you'd like to see!
Stay tuned ... more to come!
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