A Young Man

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Authors Note:  If some of the places and names are drawn from the author's first story which you can find here

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A young man walked out of a gym, soaked with sweat from an arduous workout.  This young man’s powerful build shielded the anxiety that gripped his every breath.  He walked down the street in the light rain, almost a mist.  When passing under street lights, he would try not to look at his shadow because he knew it was a lie.  He was not far from home, a small apartment with only the essentials, a couch, bed, and tv.  He wasn’t home much; there didn’t need to be much there.  The mist coming down was beginning to soak through his sweats.  He hoped that between the cool air and his damp sweats, he would feel the cold.  He didn’t particularly like cold. He just wanted to feel something.

Inside this young man, a war was raging between the voices of “right” and “wrong.”  No matter how hard he worked out, buried himself in work, or fucked some random woman from the local bar.  This man’s mind was ripping itself apart.  No matter what he did, he felt empty, pieces missing.  In the dark recesses of his mind, he knew which pieces but was afraid to complete the puzzle.  He finally got home, and a shiver went down his spine, not because he was cold.  He knew his mind was trying to complete the puzzle, but he couldn’t let that happen.  It was still early on this damp Friday night. He knew if he went to bed, sleep wouldn’t come.

The young man went into the bathroom to shower.  He washed off the sweat from his workout, and the hot water was making his mind wander.  His cock began to chub.  He realized what was happening and turned the shower to hold.  His cock went soft, and he quickly finished.  He dried off, went into his room, and picked out a well-fitting printed T-shirt, jeans, and a light waterproof jacket.  There were several bars and clubs near his place, no sense in driving.  He liked walking, and it gave him time to quiet his mind.  Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he left his apartment.  He hadn’t decided where he wanted to go, but he did need a drink.

He came to a crosswalk. In any direction, there was a bar or club.  He turned left.  Down the street, about five blocks, was his favorite bar.  The real reason he liked this bar, on his way. He would pass a gay bathhouse.  He was always interested to see what kind of guys went to a place like that.  He wasn’t gay, just curious.  When he first heard the term bathhouse, he pictured old men in a sauna.  The young man was always surprised to see guys of every age, race, and build coming and going.  He usually got looks from guys hoping he was coming to the bathhouse.  Once he passed the bathhouse, he was at the old broken down office building next door.  He remembered a lot of construction going on for quite some time.  He assumed someone got a good deal and was renovating the place; maybe they would be hiring.

As he approached the building, he turned to see the progress.  They had done a complete renovation bringing back some of the 1950 architecture.  The front was all lit up, highlighting the architecture.  The large red doors closed, but it seemed like the place was open for business.  He was hoping it might be a new bar or club.  He saw a man standing in a ticket booth, wearing a red velvet suit with gold accents on the shoulders.  The young man walked up, and the ticket taker asked to see his ID to prove he was over 21.  The ticket taker noticed the young man's powerful build, but he was sure this man had no idea what was behind those red doors.

The man behind the glass wasn’t just a ticket taker. Everyone spent some time doing that job, just had to wear the jacket.  The design of the booth meant no one could see you were less than nothing below the waist.  Marc was working the booth, wearing the red velvet jacket with a black jock. He had seen many young men with this tortured look in their eyes.  He asked the young man to wait a moment while he “checked something.”

Marc went to the club manager and gave him his “impression” of the young man out front.  For some, it’s an easier road to sexual awakening than for others.  The man waiting patiently outside was about to fall off a cliff.  Jake told Marc since it was a quiet night, maybe they could help this man.  They didn’t want to throw him into the deep end of the pool, but Marc was kind.  Marc also had a soft spot for guys struggling with their own identity, not as some “straight” guy to get into bed.  Marc wanted to show them it was ok to be themselves.  Jake lived a remarkable life, living with a group of men in a one-bedroom condo next to the bathhouse.  Marc never asked for details, and Jake never gave any.  Marc grabbed the pants and wingtip shoes that matched the red velvet jacket.  He returned to the booth, and the young man outside was patiently waiting, reading a bronze plaque on the wall, “Dedicated to Tom who made magic.”

Marc buzzed the young man in, telling him it was a quiet night.  However, he was welcome to come in.  They also had a policy of the first drink on the house to any first-time guest.  Marc buzzed the door, and the young man marveled at the lobby.  He had stepped into the 1950s with all the marble and gold accents.  The place was two stories with a sizeable ArtDeco chandelier hanging from the ceiling.  The young man didn’t see Marc walk up next to him.  Marc stood waiting to let the man drink in the impressive lobby before tapping him on the shoulder.  That caused the young man to startle and turn around, now face to face with Marc.

Marc said, “Welcome to The Tom.  What’s your name?”  “Ashton,” the young man replied.  “I knew there was construction happening here. I didn’t think it was going to look like this,” Ashton marveled.  Ashton looked at Marc, “what kind of bar is this? It’s kind of quiet for a Friday night.”  “It will pick up later, and it’s a little early.  Let’s get you that drink.”  Marc walked Ashton over to the bar where a bartender with a tight muscular body, obviously built for speed, was waiting.  Ashton sat down at the bar.  Jake asked, “What are you drinking?”  Ashton snapped back to reality. He lost himself staring at Jake's body. He felt a twitch in his pants.  Ashton felt “that feeling” and had to make it go away.  He wasn’t that kind of guy. Jake saw the struggle and understood why Marc wanted to bring him in.

Ashton said, “whisky.”  Ashton wasn’t trying to drink to forget. He wanted to quiet his mind a bit.  Jake grabbed a top-shelf bottle and was about to pour.  Ashton spoke, “I can take whatever well whisky you have. I am not that picky.”  Jake smile, “we only have top-shelf, and besides, the drink is on the house.”  Jake gave Ashton a generous pour. He looked like he needed to take the edge off.  Jake gave a beer to Marc.  Jake broke the ice, “what brings you to our place tonight?”  “It looked interesting, so I thought I would give it a look.  This place is beautiful.  That’s the story behind the plaque and the name?”  Jake smiled, “this place was the vision of an incredible man; unfortunately, he died in a car accident.”  Ashton wondered if it was the big rig and Porsche accident at the intersection near his apartment.

A man walked in from the back and sat down at the large grand piano off to the room's left side.  He played pop hits in a big band swing style.  The piano player was well built, wearing a latex bodysuit.  Ashton had seen it all; this was new but not surprising.  Ashton felt that twitch in his pants again. He downed his drink.  Jake remarked, “you ok,” and poured him another glass.

[leatherpunk16]

I think I figured it out.

A spin-off? Okay.

[Guest]

19 minutes ago, leatherpunk16 said:

I think I figured it out.

A spin-off? Okay.

Kind of, I figured I would use some of the foundations I laid in my first story.

[cublad]

interesting start, and i like it

[shinelover]

I'm definitely interested in reading more 😁

[negchaserlooking]

Great start, nearly got to the end before I realised something was very familiar. Look forward to you developing this one too

[sleazebugga]

Well written and promising....

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

I am looking forward to how this goes!  Beautiful!

[pozpopperpig]

Am liking this already!

[Guest]

Part 2

Marc offered Ashton a tour of the place before things picked up.  Jake gave Marc a cautioning look, but Marc knew what he was doing.  Marc was going to push Ashton into anything he wanted to free him.  Ashton asked Marc if he worked at The Tom.  Marc explained he was like a gogo dancer, here to keep the place lively, but he wasn’t paid and did get “tips.”  Ashton didn’t understand. Marc further explained he had an open bar tab because he was friendly.  Marc could tell Ashton thought he might be an escort.  “I am not an escort, I am a patron just like you, and this isn’t that kind of place,” Marc clarified.  Ashton must have understood or accepted it. His body language relaxed a bit.

Mark took Ashton down the hallways with big red double doors down one side and single doors down the other.  Marc wasn’t going to lie to Ashton about what this club was. He wanted to ease him into it.  That would give Ashton a choice to run or finally reconcile who he is and end the screaming in his mind.  Marc opened the door of a smaller room.  It had a small table flanked by a couple of chairs and a queen size bed against the wall.  Ashton tensed up, and the twitch in his pants became an intense tingle.  Ashton said, “people come here to fuck, and I have only seen men.  This a gay brothel or something?”  Marc saw Ashton tensing up.

“People do fuck here, but it is also a place to meet friends, have a drink.  If people are looking for a place to only fuck that is the bathhouse.  This club has a single purpose—a place for anyone that comes through the front doors to feel safe, to be honest.  “Honest, what do you mean by that?”  Marc replied, “to be honest with themselves, free of judgement, shame, and regret.”  Marc could tell Ashton was getting ready to bolt.  Marc needed Ashton to stay, and he wanted him to stay.  Marc, not that long ago, had been where Ashton is now.  Marc saw the pain and self-torture in Ashton’s eyes.  Marc also knew that Ashton had to come to it by his own free will.  Marc could tell Ashton was beginning to get overwhelmed and suggested they go back to the bar.  He would buy Ashton a drink.  Ashton knew this routine of getting me drunk, and then you can try to get in my pants.  What Ashton couldn’t admit to himself is wanted Marc to “get in his pants.”

They went back to the bar.  Jake was still there.  Jake had sent the regular bartender to the bathhouse to have some fun.  Jake had closed the club and told the guys to have some fun quietly and out of sight.  Jake had seen firsthand the effects when a man was finally set free.  This young man had been torturing himself for far too long, obviously taking it out on the gym.  He also knew that Marc was the right person to help Ashton.

Marc and Ashton came down the stairs and back to the bar.  Jake smile, “what did you think of the place?”  Before Ashton could respond, Marc said they needed another round on him.  Jake smiled and gave a generous pour to each of them.  Ashton was starting to feel the whisky, not enough to be drunk or even tipsy but enough to let him relax a bit.  The three of them sat and talked about anything and everything.  Ashton finally asked the question, “are you two gay? I don’t mind, just curious.”  Marc said, “I am.”  “I am, and engaged,” Jake replied.  Ashton started to apologize and telling them he didn’t mean anything. He was just curious.  Marc stopped the string of apologies coming from Ashton, “you asked a question; nothing wrong with that.  Remember what I told you about this place about being honest and safe.”

Jake wasn’t going to ask about Ashton’s sexuality. That is the problem they are trying to fix.  Jake asked instead, “you have a girlfriend?”  Ashton said he didn’t, and he had been in a relationship for a long time.  That was the hook that Marc needed to get Ashton to open up.  “You are a good-looking man, obviously spending quality time at the gym.  I can imagine you get lots of offers for dates.”  “I do, but I just don’t feel like it.  I don’t know why. I guess maybe I am meant to be single.” Ashton answered.  Jake spoke up, “it’s just my opinion no one is ‘meant’ to be ‘anything’ when it comes to love. It’s what you want to be.”  Jake and Marc gave each other a look, and it was time for Ashton to wade a little deeper into the pool.  “I am sure you can figure this is a gay establishment.  I am both the manager and one of the owners.  What Marc said is true. This place is where you can be safe and honest.  However, let me make one thing clear.  The one thing that never happens here is someone pushed into anything they don’t want.”

They could both see that Ashton’s mind was tearing itself apart. They also saw the wet spot on his jeans.  Marc said in a soft tone, “you ok?”  Ashton didn’t respond. He was too focused on not looking at these two male specimens—all three men, waiting in silence for Ashton to say something.  Ashton did break the silence, “I don’t know what I want, but I know it’s wrong.”  “If you don’t know what you want, how do you know it’s wrong,” Mark replied.  “You questioning your sexuality?” Jake asked.  “Whatever it is you want or need to say, don’t hold back.  Sometimes saying something out loud makes it easier,” Mark said.  “I can’t be gay, it's wrong, It's fine for others, and I have no judgment, but it's wrong for me.  I can’t be gay; it's better if I am alone,” Ashton blurted out.  “It’s ok for us, but not for you?”  Mark asked.  Ashton shook his head ‘yes.’

“I can’t tell you what’s right for you.  What I can tell you is that I see a young man torturing himself, and my heart weeps for you.  I didn’t bring you here to get you in your pants. I can get in Jake's any time I want.  I opened the door because I saw a young man in trouble, and I wanted to help.” Marc said, holding back tears of his own.  Jake spoke kindly, “Ashton, give yourself a pass.  Just tonight, in this place, let it all go.  The shame and pain, take tonight off.  You are the inmate, jailer of a prison you build.  I give you my word that nothing will happen to you here that you don’t want.”  Ashton replied with a clenched fist on the bar, “what if I want something sick, like being whipped, wanting pain.”  Jake raised an eyebrow, “You did see the guy in rubber playing the piano.”  Jake wanted to lighten the mood, Ashton was talking, and brick by brick, the prison of his mind was starting to crumble.

[Guest]

Part 3

Marc took Ashton over to one of the couches in the sprawling lobby of The Tom.  When they down, Marc started, “this place is where you can explore and discover, not what is behind the doors but what is behind the wall you have built.  I am more than happy to give you a tour of what’s behind the large red doors, but some journeys you need to have alone.  Jake and I will be right here when and if you want to talk.  You are free to leave whenever you want, and the doors don’t lock on the inside.”  Marc could see Ashton glued to the sofa. He wasn’t about to go anywhere on his own.  Ashton was still staring at the ground, nodding as Marc talked.  Marc thought for a moment, “How about I go with you and help you pick a room that speaks to you.”

While Marc and Ashton talked, Jake thought Chris might be helpful, and he sent a text to Chris.  Jake gave Chris a two-sentence overview and if he could come over.  Chris immediately replied, said he would come through the back and wait in the office if and when they needed him.

Marc stood up from the count and offered his hand to Ashton.  Ashton took Marc's firm and assuring grasp and stood up off the couch.  They walked together holding hands, going up the staircase, back to the hallway of red doors.  Marc pointed out the signs above each of the red doors, walking slow enough to give Ashton a chance to choose.  Ashton stopped, and the door titled “feel.”  That’s what Ashton needed. He wanted to feel something besides the torture inside him.  Marc released his hand from Ashton's and stepped behind him.  Marc squared Ashton’s shoulders with the door, “I am going to leave you now; you go in whenever you want.  Remember, something about what that sign said spoke to you.  Just this one time, permit yourself.”  Marc quietly walked away, going back to Jake and the bar.

Ashton stood there, terrified.  He wasn’t afraid of what was behind the door. He could hold his own in a fight.  He was terrified he might like what was behind that door.  Ashton was forming sweat stains on his shirt because of his fear.  He took one last deep breath, grasped the handle, and pushed the door open.  What he saw he didn’t understand.  Tilted and bolted onto one wall was a large padded ‘X.’  Other black padded furniture and a hoist in the middle.  Ashton wasn’t naive enough not to know what this room was.  He didn’t know what all the stuff was for, and then his mind just went blank.  The parts of him so desperate to hold onto his delusion finally broke.

Ashton took off his shirt, dropping it on the floor as he headed toward the ‘X’ against the wall.  The only thing he heard was a loud ringing in his ears. Everything else had dropped away.  He placed himself on the cross, feeling the cool air of the room on his shirtless, sweaty body.  A man appeared from the corner. Ashton had seen him.  The man dressed in leather pants and a heavy harness over a sizeable muscular chest.  The man walked up behind Ashton and began closing the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles.  In a low tone in Ashton’s ear, “tell me what you want, and you tell me when to stop.”  Ashton said, “pain.”  The man pulled two soft leather floggers off the wall and proceeded to flog Ashton.  The man knew he was a virgin to all of this and didn’t know his limits.  He wasn’t going all out on the stud strapped to the wall, but he wasn’t overly gentle.

With every strike, Ashton’s mind found peace.  Each time the leather hit his back, it gave him release.  Ashton was feeling on the outside the beating he had been giving himself for decades on the inside.  The connection of the internal and external pain crumbled the walls of his prison.  He was feeling something. For the first time, he felt right.  The man kept increasing the intensity, eventually moving to less kind floggers.  Ashton had never let out a sound. The only muscle movement was relaxation.  The only thing left was a whip, and the man knew Ashton wasn’t ready for that.  The man walked up behind Ashton, “why don’t you take a break and get a drink.”  Ashton shook his head “no” and repeated the word “pain.”  The man said, “I will do this, but after every hit, you have to say another.”  Ashton shook his head yes.  The man said, “I need to hear you.”  The man wasn’t performing the typical domination play. He needed Ashton to be present.  The man knew this kid didn’t know his limits but knew he needed this.

The man put the floggers back on the wall and pulled down a whip.  He was very experienced, and it would hurt, but he wouldn’t break the skin.  The whip cracked on Ashton’s back, sending a wave of pain through this body.  “Again,” Ashton said softly, loud enough for the man to hear.  The whip cracked again, leaving a deep red mark on Ashton.  “Again,” Ashton said, louder this time.  The man whipped Ashton over and over till 15 deep red marks were across his back.  Ashton said, “AGAIN!” between sobs.  The man knew this shouldn’t go on any longer.  He walked up behind Ashton and began undoing the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.  Ashton was sobbing and repeating “again” over and over.  Once Ashton was released, he turned around and passed out.  Chris was there to catch this broken young man.

Chris carried Ashton into a room and laid him down on the bed.  The man brought Ashton's shirt and hung it on a hook on the wall.  Jake came in and put down a couple of glasses of water.  It didn’t take long before Ashton woke. He opened his eyes to see a mountain of muscle sitting in a chair by the bed.  He was about to say something, but Chris cut him off, “you just passed out, here have some water.”  Ashton said, “who are you? Where are Marc and Jake?”  Chris told him they were in the lobby and showed him that the room's door was open.  “You are a big guy, Jake is strong, but I am the heavy lifter.”  Ashton started to move off the bed to get away from this stranger.  “Would you mind if I tell you a story,” Chris asked.  Chris pulled down Ashton’s shirt, “here, have a seat.”  Chris started with the illness that left him sexually crippled.  Telling him the rejection, pain, and he took it out on the gym.  No matter how much he could lift, he never felt whole.  Chris explained that while he didn’t have problems with his sexuality, it didn’t matter because no one wanted him.  Ashton sat still listening to Chris’s story.  Chris had left out a few things about the poz family he was apart of, but that wasn’t why he was here. 

Ashton drank both glasses of water.  Chris stood up, “let’s get you some more water at the bar.”  Ashton and Chris walked down the stairs back into the lobby.  Ashton’s back was on fire from the beating.  This pain was the first time he truly felt something.  Marc and Jake were talking at the bar.  When Ashton got closer to Chris, he collapsed into Marc, letting it all out.  Everything Ashton has pushed down for so long, coming up to the surface all at once.  Jake placed a couple of water glasses on the bar and signaled Chris they should give the two some space.  Jake wanted a piece of Chris’s ass since he was here.

Mark held onto this young man, who for the first time felt freedom.

[Guest]

Part 4

Jake and Chris were in a room at the end of the hallway.  Jake was balls deep, slamming his cock in and out of Chris’s hole.  Jake didn’t get much alone time with Chris. He was going to use it well.

In the lobby, Ashton had pulled himself together and downed some more water.  Marc finally got Ashton to open up, understanding why he was so guilty about having feelings for men.  Ashton in that room and with that whip got what he needed, that mental and physical release.  With each crack of the whip, Ashton let it all go.  Ashton knew it would not be the last time he would be bound in that room.  Ashton explained he grew up in a good household with parents that loved him.  Being gay was a bridge too far for his family. He knew they didn’t accept it, so he hid it.  The hiding of those feelings turned into repression, which created his prison.  Marc probed Ashton a bit more to understand where he was in his journey.  The young man had acknowledged he was gay but was far from accepting it.

Ashton wanted to know more about Chris, Jake, and something about a family that lived nearby.  Marc knew about the family, had spent several nights in the condo.  Marc would push that conversation off to the side.  Explaining a poz family might be a bit much for this young man in one night.  The two talked for quite a while.  Ashton looked at his watch. It was 1 am. He had an afternoon to an evening shift at work on Saturday.  Marc asked if he was a personal trainer, knowing that The Gym was always needing good trainers.  Ashton explained that he was a certified trainer and had a master's in kinesiology.  Ashton explained becoming a full-time personal trainer at the gym he worked at has a hierarchy.  He was just a floor trainer, no clients but was there to help people with form, answer questions, clean up, etc.  It only paid minimum wage, but he had free access to the gym.

Marc gave Ashton his phone number if he ever wanted to come back.  Ashton stood up, and Marc walked him out the door.  The walk home was very different. Usually, after a night at the bar, he would be half-drunk, trying to keep the screaming in his head to stop.  Tonight he walked home with a sense of ease; he wasn’t happy nor sad; he was free.  He felt the evening air fill his lungs. He saw his impressive shadow in the street lights and smiled.  For the first time, he felt at peace.  Ashton got home, undressed, and got into bed naked for the first time.  He usually slept in shorts and a shirt. Tonight he wanted to be naked.  Laying on his back, he instantly remembered the whipping he had received. It made his cock twitch.  This time, instead of repressing his urge, his hand moved to his cock and started to slowly stroke it.  Ashton was stroking his cock, eventually covering himself in a load that was building for weeks.  Typically he would have a wet dream. He never jerked off. It would bring “the thoughts” back.  This time the thoughts were about him and three men from the bar behind one of the other large red doors.  Grabbing a shirt off the floor to wipe the large amounts of cum, now pulling between his abs and pecs.  Something in his mind said, “eat it.”  He collected some on his finger and brought it to his mouth.  The taste was slightly salty, and the texture was foreign, but the experience was electric.  Ashton, using his hands, got all the cum from his body down his throat.  For the first time, Ashton had a peaceful sleep.

Sunday was a typical morning. The young man got up, took a shower, and got dressed.  Ashton did his usual errands on Saturday before work.  Coming out of the grocery store, he saw the sports equipment store was having a sale.  He didn’t need anything, and it wouldn’t hurt to check.  Putting the groceries in the trunk, he went into the sports store.  They had some odds and ends on sale, clothing in odd sizes in weird colors.  There was something that caught his eye.  In the men's section were the jockstraps. He stood frozen for a moment.  Ashton was debating, the old thoughts coming back that it would be wrong. He isn’t that kind of guy.  A tap on the shoulder pulled Ashton from his swirling thoughts.  He turned, and it was Chris from the other night.  Chris looked well built, in dim lighting.  Chris was a wall of muscle in daylight.  Chris was a warm smile and asked, “how are you doing, and what brings you in here.”  “I wanted to see what was on sale. There isn’t anything I want,” Ashton replied.

Chris had seen Ashton walk in and moved out of his eye line.  He had come to pick up a couple of jockstraps and compression clothing.  The Gym supplied everything, but there were some brands he liked better.  The clothes he bought here he wore when he wasn’t training someone.  Chris showed Ashton the workout gear he had picked out and was going to try on.  Ashton liked that brand, and it wore like a second skin.  However, it was expensive.  “I am sure that will look incredible. They have great compression for lifting,” Ashton said.  “I am not sure about the colors. That’s what I wanted to try them on.  What colors are yours in?”  Chris asked.  “I had some old ones I wore out, and they are a bit out of my budget,” Ashton replied.  “Go get a couple of sets of shirts and leggings, my treat.  Don’t think about arguing with me.  I am bigger than you, “ Chris said with a smile.  Ashton acquiesced and picked out some in his favorite colors, then followed Chris to the changing room.  They both put on the compression gear. Ashton had an incredible body from long hours at the gym.  They both came out of the changing rooms to look in the big mirrors.  They accentuated every bulge and vein of Chris’s body.  They gave each other a look over, Ashton complimented Chris on his color choices.  Chris looking at Ashton said, “what’s that?”  Ashton looked down and only saw the leggings and his boxer briefs.  “What are you talking about?”  He asked Chris.  “Your wearing boxer briefs with compression gear. That kind of kills the purpose and the movement.  I wear a jockstrap if I wear anything at all under them.  Typically I wear a jock to keep everything in place without restricting movement.  They also frame my ass.  What do you think?”  Chris turned to show Ashton.  Ashton’s cock started to chub up, looking at this Greek god's ass.  “Last time I wore a jockstrap was in high school.”

Chris thought for a second.  After Ashton had left, Marc went to find Jake and Chris fucking like horny teenagers.  Marc filled them in on what Ashton had told them, Jake never losing his pace in Chris’s hole.  Chris wanted to see if Ashton would be interested in a job at The Gym.  The young man could train himself. Chris would like to see what he would do with a client.  Ashton looked at his watch. He had to be at work in a little over an hour.  He told Chris he needed to head out, and he didn’t need to buy him anything.  Chris smiled, “you need something to wear on your interview.  I pick you up a jockstrap too.”  “Interview?”  Ashton asked.  Chris replied, “Marc said you are a trainer but are getting paid shit.  I have several open trainer positions, and I guarantee I pay better.  It's legitimate personal training in a high-end gym, not a front for an escort service.  What time are you off work tonight?”  Ashton was stunned. He told Chris he was off at seven tonight.  Chris smile, “Then I will see you at the gym at 7:30. I will text you the address.  But I am going to need your number.”  Ashton gave Chris his number and headed back to his car.

Ashton’s heart was beating hard and fast, and his cock was almost at full mast.  He drove home, excited and terrified and debating if he would even go to this “interview.”  He put on his work clothes and went to work.  It was a slow Saturday, most of his time spent hanging around.  He wasn’t allowed to workout while he was on shift.  The time seemed to drag on. It was giving him the incentive to see if Chris’s offer was legit.  Finally, his shift was over. He went to his locker and grabbed his phone.  Chris had texted him with the address and told him where to park.  Chris had just enough time if he drove straight there.

Chris parked his car. Walking to the address Chris gave him, he realized it was between the bathhouse and the club.  The place seemed dark. When he approached, Chris came out, explaining that the gym was closed.  “This way, we have the place to ourselves, and I can see what you can do,”  Chris said.  Ashton couldn’t believe this gym. It had everything.  Everything in it was top of the line and new.  Chris handed the compression clothing and jockstrap to Ashton and told him where the locker room was.  When Ashton came back, there was Chris and a well-built, middle eastern looking man.  Chris said, “this is my friend David. He has been slacking on his gym routine.  You can see he has spent time in the gym and has no previous injuries.  I want you to put him through a balanced upper and lower body workout for an hour.”  Ashton immediately shifted into work mode and began asking David the typical training questions.  Then had David do some floor work to check his movement capabilities and overall balance.  Chris was impressed. This young man knew what he was doing.  He watched him work David; Chris “helped” a bit by adding some weight or a few extra reps.  This session was both an interview for Chris and David's punishment for being lazy about going to the gym. Chris knew David would take it out on his hole later.

Chris was impressed and offered Ashton the job and three times what he was getting paid, and he would get benefits.  Chris did clarify that sex did happen in the locker room, not a lot.  Sometimes between trainers and clients or between clients.  That wasn’t part of the job description, just the nature of being next to a bathhouse.  Chris explained this was a “gay men’s gym.”  Ashton didn’t care who he was training, lots of guys hit on him where he worked now.  Ashton took the job and said he would give his current place two weeks notice.  Chris said, “one last thing.”  Full compression gear and jockstrap are our trainer dress code.  Ashton said he didn’t have a problem with that. He worked hard at the gym, why not show it.  Chris said, “one more thing, what about that?”  Ashton looked down, and his cock was rock hard and drooling.  He hadn’t realized he was hard.  Ashton started apologizing and trying to cover up. Chris quickly moved close to him.  They were face to face.  Chris said in a quiet tone, “there is no judgment or shame here, don’t lock yourself away again.”  Chris took Ashton’s wrist and moved his hand that was covering his drooling member.  “See, we are the same; mine just stays soft.”  Chris showed Ashton his wet crotch.

Ashton didn’t know what to do. He was terrified but excited.  He was conflicted, not knowing what the right thing to do.  Ashtons body took over, reaching around the back of Chris’s head and pulling him in for a kiss.  Chris was surprised but wasn’t going to stop it.  The moment their lips locked a deep low moan came from Ashton’s chest.  Chris slipped his tongue into Ashton’s mouth.  Ashton was in heaven and heat. He had kept himself walled off for so long.  This kiss was the first intimate act that felt right in his entire life.  The kissing became more intense, with Ashton getting more frantic.  He was like a kid high on sugar.  Chris knew where this would end, and he wasn’t sure Ashton wouldn’t regret it in the morning.  Chris pulled away from Ashton, “this means you will take the job?”  Ashton just about threw himself at Chris, knocking them both off the weight bench.  Chris on his back on the floor with Ashton sitting on his pelvis.  Ashton came down for another kiss, deep and frantic.  Chris was afraid he was going to be rapid by this young man.  However, you can’t rape the willing, and Chris is always willing.

Chris wasn’t going to let Ashton fuck him. He had a light version of the family strain, which was known to poz tops.  Chris flipped the two over, now Chris was on-top, and Ashton had his legs in the air.  Chris was glad he couldn’t get hard, and this wasn’t happening at the bathhouse.  Chris sitting above Ashton laid out on the floor, a large cock drool stain on his new workout gear.  Chris asked Ashton if he was working tomorrow.  Ashton replied that Sundays and Mondays were his days off.  Chris said, “tomorrow, meet me at the sports store at one, you need your trainers' clothing.  Then I will tour you around the properties, and you can meet some of the other managers.  We operate as one big family around here; if you ever need anything, you can call any one of us.  Chris said, “before you go, you going to be able to handle that?”  He said, pointing to Ashton’s hard cock.  Ashton said, “yea, I will jerk off when I get home.  Unless you want me to shove it up your ass?”  Ashton couldn’t believe what he just said.  He had never said anything like that to anyone, especially another guy.  Chris smile, “you're not ready for my ass, but I didn’t get my protein shake today.”  Ashton pulled his cock out and started working it hard and fast. This young man in heat and didn’t last long.  Chris was swallowing down Ashton’s sizeable load.  Chris imagined what it would be like to have his guts pained with Ashton's seed.

Ashton came down from his orgasm and looked down at Chris.  What was making sure any cum on his face he pushed into his mouth.  Ashton said, “I hope this means I can still work here?”  “You will fit right in,” Chris said with a cum covered smirk.  Ashton asked if he could change clothes. He didn’t walk to his car with cum stained clothes.  “You can, but I get to watch,” Chris replied.  They both headed into the locker room.  Chris was desperately trying to remember where his monster dildo was.  Chris sent a text to Eddy, “15 min, gym locker room.  Bring the biggest you have.”  Ashton got dressed while he and Chris talked about the history of The Gym.  The more of Ashton’s body Chris saw, the more his hole went into overdrive.  Chris liked Ashton. He was going to be a great addition to the team.  However, Chris needed Ashton to get the fuck out. He needed Eddy to destroy his hole.

Just as Chris closed and locked the door to the gym, Eddy came up behind him with a heavy duffle bag of massive toys.  Chris turned, grabbed the bag from Eddy, put him in a headlock, and dragged him into the locker room.  Chris dropped Eddy and the toy bag onto the padded floor of the fuck space in the locker room.  Chris pulled out of the bag a bottle of mixed jlube and the most oversized butt plug he could find.  Eddy just watched, knowing how Chris could get.  Chris popped the plug into his hole and let out a deep growl.  Chris’s cock brought up a massive glob of pre-cum with a little actual cum inside it.  Chris looked at Eddy, grabbed him by the ankle, and pulled him close.  They locked into a kiss as Chris ripped the clothes off Eddy’s body.  He flipped Eddy over, saying, “give it to me!”  Eddy pushed his prolapse out for Chris to suck and lube up.  The two spent the next several hours in hole destroy bliss.

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Excellent 

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Part 5

Ashton got home, he was hungry, and his balls were empty.  He fixed himself a healthy dinner, got naked and wet to bed.  The next morning he woke up; his body was alive.  Those many years of denying himself, his mind, and body want to make up for the lost time.  He could still feel the sore spots on his back from the whipping.  He put his hand to his chest, and it naturally migrated to his nipple.  Without thinking, he started playing with his nipple. His cock immediately took notice.  He noticed not only was his cock hungry.  His ass was twitching.

Ashton wasn’t blind to the ways of the world.  He had overheard enough conversations to know that gay men clean themselves before sex.  He knew it meant more than just taking a shower.  Some quick searching on his laptop, and he found instructions on how to “clean out.”  There was a sex store just a couple blocks the way where he could get everything he needed.  He would have enough time to shower, go to the sex shop then meet Chris.  He got to the sex store and was looking at the shower attachments, bulbs, and dildos.  Ashton was a little lost in all of it, and the store clerk wasn’t going to be any help.  An older well-built man was picking up dildos, butt plugs, cock rings, and lube.  He noticed Ashton looked a little lost.  He walked over, “I usually don’t buy from here; it’s a bit overpriced.”  Ashton nearly jumped out of his skin.  The older man introduced himself as Jackson.  He asked, “you looking for stuff to clean out?”  Ashton was still a little shocked and shook his head “yes.”  Jackson said, “you can get everything at the hardware store across the street for a quarter of the price.”  Jackson offered to take Ashton over and get him everything he needs.  Jackson grabbed one of the dildos that Ashton was looking at and went to pay.

Jackson put the purchases into his truck.  They walked over to the hardware store, where Jackson went to the plumbing section and got everything Ashton would need.  Jackson had a spare new cleaning tip in his truck.  After Jackson got everything Ashton needed, they went to checkout.  Jackson was right it would have cost almost seventy dollars at the sex shop, here it was less than ten with tax.  They walked out. Jackson began explaining to Ashton how to connect everything.  Stopped halfway through, Jackson asked, “do you have any tools to do this with?”  Ashton said he didn’t, but he could go back and buy some.  Jackson asked if he lived nearby.  Ashton pointed to his apartment complex down and across the road.  Jackson offered to install it for him.  Ashton was getting braver, and this guy was hot.  He took Jackson up on his offer.

They arrived at Ashton’s apartment, and Jackson went to work on his shower.  Ashton went to the kitchen to offer Jackson a beer.  By the time Ashton came to Jackson with the beer, Jackson had finished and was shirtless.  Jackson had turned on the water too soon and got himself wet.  Ashton offered Jackson one of his.  Ashton asked about the sizeable intricate bio-hazard tattoo on Jackson’s back.  Jackson said, “it’s a family thing; all of us have one.”  Ashton had never heard of family tattoo’s but what’ the hell.  Jackson said he had to get back and left.  Ashton looked at his watch, and it was time to meet Chris.

Ashton walked into the sports store and found Chris picking out clothes.  Chris was wearing all compression gear that showed off every muscle in his body.  There was something just slightly poking out between Chris’s ass cheeks.  Chris waved Ashton to the clothing section and handed him a stack of leggings, shirts, and a jockstrap.  Chris had also set aside a few pairs of shoes for Ashton to try.  They walked back to the changing room.  Ashton whispered to Chris that it looked like something was in his ass.  Chris responded in a low voice, “there is something up my ass. I can probably take it out now.  I am sure I have sucked it all up by now.”  Chris realized what he said and hoped that Ashton either missed it or might ignore it.  Ashton was confused by what Chris had said but turned his attention to trying on the stack of clothes.  They went through each outfit, the different cuts requiring a change in sizes.  They were checking out.  Ashton was watching the total go up, he looked at Chris with concern.  Chris assured him it was typical of a new employee package.  Once Chris had paid for Ashton’s new clothing, both of them were getting a bit hungry.  Chris asked Ashton if he had been to the coffee shop.  Ashton thought for a minute, “the place that’s before the bathhouse, isn’t that a club?”  “It’s a club at night; during the day, it’s an actual coffee shop, and I designed the menu.” Replied Chris.

Chris parked the car, and they walked over to the coffee shop.  Sitting outside was Jackob and David having their afternoon coffee.  Jacob and David had made a habit of taking an hour in the afternoon to spend time with each other.  Chris recognized that it was Jacob and David’s time, but this might be an exception.  They could meet Ashton.  Ashton recognized David.  David could spot this new gym hunk a mile away, clad in skin-tight workout gear.  Chris introduced Ashton to Jacob and said, “I think you know David.”  They all exchanged hugs and sat down.  David explained that Jacob was his husband, and they owned the bathhouse, and with a small army, it had expanded into the multiple properties it is today.  Chris went inside to order some food and give the three a chance to talk.  Chris was walking out when he heard Ashton say, “you kind of look like Jake, the bartender from the first time I was here.  I am going to sound crazy. You also resemble a guy that I met at the sex store that helped me with my plumbing.”  Jacob almost choked on his coffee, and Chris almost dropped the food.  This young man was making his rounds through the family fast.

Jacob replied, “Jake is my older brother.  Tell me about the man from the sex store that helped you with your plumbing.  I am assuming we are talking metaphorical plumbing, not that he worked on your apartments pipes.”  Ashton told the story of him looking at some things at the sex shop, and the guy told him it was cheaper at the hardware store.  How the guy offered to help him install it because he didn’t have any tools.  They all sat in stunned silence and all with rapidly hardening cocks.  “I have a question. You didn’t tell us what he was installing at your apartment,” David asked.  Ashton’s face turned red, and he looked down at his food.  “You saw me take a butt plug out of my ass at the store, no reason to be shy now,” Chris said.  Jacob threw a napkin at Chris, “This is why we can’t take you to nice places!”  They all started to laugh.  Ashton took in a deep breath and told the story about how he woke up horny, started playing with his nipple, and his hole started to twitch.  Jacob said, “go, on.”  Ashton explained how he had seen enough porn and overheard conversations about “cleaning out.”  He did his research on-line, and the shower shot was the best option.  “Have you tried it yet,” David said with a questioning tone?  Ashton said when the guy had finished, he had to leave to meet Chris.  He didn’t have time to try it.  Ashton said, “One interesting thing, the guy left a dildo.”  They all tried hard not to laugh themselves stupid.

They ate their food. Chris and Ashton stood up to meet Dean at the club.  Jacob said, “why don’t you have Dean meet us here?”  Chris texted Dean, who replied with “be there in 10.”  A few minutes passed, and a stud in skin-tight jeans, well-fitted polo was walking toward them.  Ashton’s hole twitched, and his cock chubbed up.  The guys watch Ashton look Dean up and down like a starving lion getting fresh meat.  Dean got close to the table. Ashton stood up and stuck his hand out to greet Dean.  Dean slapped his hand away, “We hug around here.”  Dean gave Ashton a big hug, and Ashton got a nose full of Dean.  Ashton’s cubby cock was getting harder by the minute.  He sat down fast to hide it.  Dean explained how he had become the manager of the bathhouse.  Chris had recommended him.  Ashton said, “you are all connected in some way, either friends or married.”  Dean replied, “more or less.”  Dean was sitting next to Ashton, it was a warm day, and Dean never wore deodorant.  Dean noticed Ashton was staring at his crotch but didn’t want to embarrass the young man.  “You like my jeans,” Dean asked.  Ashton snapped out of his trance with a quick “yes.”  “This is the club uniform. I can get a couple of pairs for you.  I will send them over to the gym.  You are an employee, after all.”  There was something about Dean that was like a drug for Ashton.  The way Dean moved, talked, and his musk was all pushing Ashton’s newly found buttons.  Chris said, “that about covers the tour I was planning.  I wanted him to meet the managers of each property.”  “Make sure he gets our numbers,” Dean said.

Chris and Ashton headed for the gym.  Chris said, “if you want me to give you some tips on cleaning out that make it easier, I am more than happy to help.  We have a dedicated employee-only bathroom for that purpose.”  Ashton said with a nervous smile, took Chris up on his offer.  Ashton’s hole was trying to chew its way out of its spandex confines when he was sitting next to Dean.

Dean could tell that Ashton was into him.  Dean was successful in hiding was his attraction to Ashton.  Jacob saw through all of it.

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Authors Note:  I am making this story a bit of a slow burn, there is a lot of sex between these characters in my last story.  This one will get to plenty of sex, poz sex, etc.