This is a work of fiction, and my first attempt at writing. It contains material which maybe interpreted by some as being gay or sm related, if that offends you please stop reading now.
The ad in the story is a real one, so if there are any guys out there in the North UK that are interested in responding please do :
Boy_Wondr@hotmail. com
All other constructive correspondence or suggestions are greatly appreciated.
Developing Myself
Part 1 The Ad
WANTED: A guy to give me the motivation to tone myself up and start to build muscle - I am a 24yo guy in fairly good shape, needing the discipline of a coach to acheive perfection
There it was, I'd made the decision and was gonna go through with it. I had made many false starts in the past and knew it would take someone locally to give me the proverbial kick to get me going and keep me going. Now all I had to do was wait .....
Part 2 The Responses
They were mixed to say the least; guys offering cyber training which I knew wouldn't work for me....so a polite thanks but no thanks was returned. I wasn't ready for one response which caught my attention immediately. It was froma PE teacher in a private school who suggest he could help, but used non convential but successful methods to ensure guys trained to their peak. I instantly recognised the name at the bottomof the -emial as someone that had taught me at school !! I agreed to meet the guy for a drink, a big step in itself as he had _f_u_c_k_in scared me at school. It was all very realxed and he explained that the key to achievement was RESPECT, HUMILIATY and DISCIPLINE three key words which I would learn off by heart. The deal was very straight forward, if I followed his instructions to the letter then I would begin to see the results I desired.
I thought back to my time at school, and looked at the guy sitting in front of me now. He hadn't changed at all, maybe a little older but still ruggedly built. His nick name back then had been Wolf and he had the reputation f being strict, but, true to his word got results.
He continued, that he felt the way forward was to make a total commitment for three months after work three nights a week. To ensure I remained with the progamme not only would I sign a contact but also hand over a deposit of £100, a percentage of which he explained, would be used to buy clothing to kit me out, the remainder would be handed back to me after three months.
That was the deal.....take it or leave it....If I wanted to continue I was told to meet him at the school gym the following Monday at 7p. m.
Part 3 - The First Meeting
I packed my kit bag....trainers, socks, jock and teeshirt before heading off with a sense of purpose keen to get going. He stood there striking an imposing figure in a pair of balck tight track bottoms and top, with the ever present whistle round his neck.
He ushered me into the office to complete the formalities, I handed over the cash and he gave me the contract to sign. I didn't pay my attention to it, keen to get started. It seemed straight forward : he would expect me to follow his instruction on both nutrition and excercise. In order to maintain respect for development and growth I was to address him as Sir at all times and follow his instructions and rules to the letter, and he reserved the right to punish any transgression at whim to ensure my growth. I handed it back signed and a wry smile crept over his face..... "Well its time for you to get started boy....go get chaged and in the gym in five minutes" he commanded. I went to pick up my bag which he took from me "You won't be needing this, your kits already lined up in the changing room - Five minutes - GO" The last part was shouted and I started to feel uneasy. I stepped into the deserted changing room, and looked for what to wear. A cold shudder ran down my back, in front of me were a pair of white socks trainers, and a white speedo bearing my surname in black letters. I deperately looked round for shorts and a top....but nothing more. I reluctantly got changed into his 'special' uniform. The swimming trunks were what we had been made to wear in the lower school for gym class. The ones I was wearing were deliberately a couple of sizes too small and left nothing to the imagination -I was so embarassed. I entered the gym gingerly covering my crotch and awaited his arrival.
He revelled in my embarassement and grinned a grin which I would come to worry about "Glad to see your new uniform fits well - I want to see eery part of your body move....now when you wait for my arrival you run laps of the gym - NOW!" He shouted the last part and I moved slowly jogging, trying to hide my embarassment. He blew his whistle and I took this as my cue to stop,
"Assume the Position" he said in a low menacing tone, he was alreay neding me over and kicking my legs painfully apart. I grabbed my balls through their lycra casing and squeezed at the same time slowly and deliberately spanking me. "You and I need to get a few things clear boy" he was really starting to hurt me now, not just the physical pain but the embarassment as well.
We he thought he had proven his pont ( my ass felt like it was on fire) we moved on to circuit training. Starting with press-ips, he held my balls tightly as I started to dip, and as soon as he thought I was slowing down he started to squeeze - it was certainly an effective training method as I did a lot more press ups than I have ever done in my life. Squat thrusts came next, before I started he made sure that I had a good view of his riding crop which he swished through the air. I could see him take his stance behind me. I started the squats and at any point of slowing the crop came down on my arse -nothing too heavy that would be handed out as punishment for disobiedence, but enought o make me pick my pace up again.
So it went on until I was completely controlled and under his spell - all of my muscles ached and I collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
He dismissed me to the shower and told me to report to the pool the following Wednesday.....this was to be the next stage of my training
[To be continued]