After Hours (M/M)
Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2019 12:29 am
AFTER HOURS
(M/M)
When Jake accidentally stays in the gym past closing time, he finds himself in a bit of trouble with the manager, Kevin.
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”
His muscles ached. His breathing became increasingly more tense. One more and he was done. Using the last bit of energy he had, Jake Owens pushed the bar once more above his chest.
“Eight.”
He exhaled, pushing the 225 pound bar up and with the help of his spotter, Nick, placed it back onto the rack.
“Nice set, my man,” Nick exclaimed, patting Jake on the shoulder.
“I want to be able to bench 230 by the end of next week,” Jake replied.
“You’ll get there.”
Jake and Nick had been friends since middle school. Jake had always been the class clown, and when Nick transferred to his school in the sixth grade with a certain knack for trouble and mischief, the two were a match made in Hell. Halloween pranks. April Fool’s Day. The last day of school before summer break. They were constantly getting into trouble.
But that kind of behavior didn’t shine in high school. While both played football in their younger years, they never took it seriously. But in high school, their coach saw potential. Potential that was being wasted on stupid pranks and a lack of motivation. So he straightened them out. He kept them late at practices to keep them away from trouble. He made sure they kept their grades up. He got them into fitness, telling them to transfer their mischievous energy into productivity in the gym. And thus their passion for fitness began.
Within a couple years, they were all-star players on the high school team. They both had been offered to play for Ohio State University, and both had accepted. It was a dream come true going to college together.
Freshman year of college flew by for the two young men. While neither got much time on the field as rookies on the team, they got plenty of time in the gym, continuing to beef up and mold themselves into muscular forces to be reckoned with. But before they knew it, it was already summer break, and both found themselves back home.
“I’m going to pick up some beer before the party at that place near Mark’s. They never check IDs,” Nick said.
“I’ll meet you there,” Jake replied. “I’m going to shower first. You might want to do the same.”
“Nah, ladies like a little musk,” he laughed.
“It’s not musk. It’s stink.”
“Whatever, man. See you in a bit,” Nick waved as he left the building.
Smiling, Jake rushed into the bathroom and into the shower stall. Truth be told, he didn’t mind Nick’s aroma. In fact, he kind of liked it. It was hard being around Nick after a hard workout at the gym.
He turned the water on, steam filling the small space. He closed his eyes, picturing Nick naked. His smell still lingered ever so slightly in his nostrils. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the hot water from the shower. His breathing intensified and his heart raced as he began to beat off. No amount of water could clean the dirty thoughts in Jake’s mind as he rubbed his cock, moaning in pleasure. Minutes passed in pure bliss. Time became irrelevant. The only thing Jake could think about was Nick’s massive body pressed up against his own, their lips touching, the smell of his bushy armpits… String after string of sticky semen shot out, quickly being washed away from the shower water.
This wasn’t his first time cumming to Nick. Though he’d never admit it, he started having feelings for his best friend around sophomore year of high school. But he wasn’t some queer, he’d tell himself. He wasn’t a sissy man. Being gay just wouldn’t be accepted, so he pushed the thought out of his mind. But that didn’t stop his little buddy below the waist throbbing every time he and Nick finished a workout together. That was normal, he thought. Every man questions their sexuality. Jake had a girlfriend in college. He had sex with women. He was a man’s man, and no one could ever know any different.
He stepped out of the shower, his body glistening. He wrapped a towel around his torso and walked over to his gym bag to put on some fresh clothes. Before leaving the bathroom, he put his earbuds in and pulled his phone out, scrolling through his social media.
Stepping back into the gym, he wasn’t immediately aware of his situation. Too absorbed in his phone and music, he didn’t notice how quiet it was. How empty it was. It wasn’t until he was close to the door that he realized how dark everything around him was. He looked up to discover that he was seemingly alone. He took his earbuds out, examining the empty space.
“Hello?”
No reply.
“Shit.”
He checked his phone. 10:16. The gym was closed.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Panic started to set in as he headed to the doors. He reached for the handle and pulled.
Locked.
He sighed.
I’ll just call Nick, he thought. He’ll know what to do.
Just as he was about to call his friend, a gruff, deep voice came from behind.
“We’re closed.”
Jake turned around to see an insanely muscular man walking towards him.
Kevin was the gym manager. Being a fitness enthusiast since a young age, he had the body of a Greek God. Age was just a number to him. True he was in his late 30s, with 40 just soon over the horizon. But that didn’t stop him from keeping the body of a 20 year old in his prime. He lived and breathed by the gym. It was his church, his Holy Temple. And seeing someone in it after hours didn’t make him happy.
“Sorry, I was taking a shower and must’ve lost track of time.”
“We closed almost 20 minutes ago. Seems like a long time to be taking a shower.”
“Yeah, I just got lost in the hot water.”
Kevin didn’t reply, merely grunted.
Jake noticed that he was wearing sweatpants, and something circular was bulging from the one pocket. It looked like a can of tobacco, which he thought was odd. Surely a man so into fitness wouldn’t be chewing.
“Anyway, if you just unlock the doors, I’ll be on my way.”
“I’ve seen you around here before.”
Jake was thrown off guard.
“Oh, um, yeah. I’ve been here a lot since the summer started.”
“Benching 225 these days, I see,” Kevin replied, looking over his shoulder at the weight rack Jake was using earlier.
“Look, I should get going. I have plans and don’t want to be late.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been in the shower all night.”
“Again, really sorry about that. So if you just unlock the doors…”
Kevin started to walk towards him.
“No can do. I’ve got strict rules here about staying after hours.”
“But I-”
His words were cut off. Kevin placed his strong, calloused hand over Jake’s mouth.
“Sorry about your plans. But people that stay after hours need to be punished.”
“Mmmmph,” Jake grunted into the manager’s hand.
Keeping one hand on Jake’s mouth, Kevin reached into his pocket with the other.
And within seconds, Jake realized it wasn’t a can of tobacco in the man’s pocket. Held in front of his face was a roll of gray duct tape.
“I’d stay quiet if I were you. You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you. Just know that the more noise you make while I tape you up, the worse your gag is gonna be.”
He took his hand off his mouth.
Before Jake could make a run for the door, he was forced down to the floor. Kevin pulled the tape off the roll and started to secure Jake’s hands behind his back and his legs together.
“What the fuck are you doing? This isn’t legal, you piece of shit. Help! Help!”
“Go ahead, keep yelling. It’s gonna be a long night for you.”
“Get. Off. Me.”
Jake struggled to break free, but Kevin was too strong. True, Jake was a football stud, but he was no match for the man on top of him, wrapping layer after layer of the industrial tape around Jake’s hands, mummifying them in sticky silver. There was nothing he could do but yell for help, but help never came.
After using nearly half the roll, Kevin was satisfied with his work to ensure the young man on the floor wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“When I get out of this, I’m calling the cops!”
“You won’t be getting out any time soon,” Kevin retorted, standing up and looking down at his victim.
“This is bullshit, man! I said I was sorry!”
“I told you to keep quiet…”
Kevin leaned down, and started to untie his dirty Nike sneaker.
“…the more noise you made, the worse the gag was going to be…”
He removed the sneaker, revealing an incredibly smelly, discolored sock coated in weeks of foot sweat.
“…and you certainly made lots of noise.”
He peeled the sock off, revealing crusty bits of yellow and foot gunk. Saying it was rank would be an understatement. Nick’s aroma was nothing compared to this. This was the smell of a bodybuilder that hadn’t changed his socks in at least two weeks.
Jake gulped.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, I think you know what I’m doing,” Kevin laughed as he leaned down to Jake’s face with the sock and duct tape in hand…
TO BE CONTINUED
(M/M)
When Jake accidentally stays in the gym past closing time, he finds himself in a bit of trouble with the manager, Kevin.
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”
His muscles ached. His breathing became increasingly more tense. One more and he was done. Using the last bit of energy he had, Jake Owens pushed the bar once more above his chest.
“Eight.”
He exhaled, pushing the 225 pound bar up and with the help of his spotter, Nick, placed it back onto the rack.
“Nice set, my man,” Nick exclaimed, patting Jake on the shoulder.
“I want to be able to bench 230 by the end of next week,” Jake replied.
“You’ll get there.”
Jake and Nick had been friends since middle school. Jake had always been the class clown, and when Nick transferred to his school in the sixth grade with a certain knack for trouble and mischief, the two were a match made in Hell. Halloween pranks. April Fool’s Day. The last day of school before summer break. They were constantly getting into trouble.
But that kind of behavior didn’t shine in high school. While both played football in their younger years, they never took it seriously. But in high school, their coach saw potential. Potential that was being wasted on stupid pranks and a lack of motivation. So he straightened them out. He kept them late at practices to keep them away from trouble. He made sure they kept their grades up. He got them into fitness, telling them to transfer their mischievous energy into productivity in the gym. And thus their passion for fitness began.
Within a couple years, they were all-star players on the high school team. They both had been offered to play for Ohio State University, and both had accepted. It was a dream come true going to college together.
Freshman year of college flew by for the two young men. While neither got much time on the field as rookies on the team, they got plenty of time in the gym, continuing to beef up and mold themselves into muscular forces to be reckoned with. But before they knew it, it was already summer break, and both found themselves back home.
“I’m going to pick up some beer before the party at that place near Mark’s. They never check IDs,” Nick said.
“I’ll meet you there,” Jake replied. “I’m going to shower first. You might want to do the same.”
“Nah, ladies like a little musk,” he laughed.
“It’s not musk. It’s stink.”
“Whatever, man. See you in a bit,” Nick waved as he left the building.
Smiling, Jake rushed into the bathroom and into the shower stall. Truth be told, he didn’t mind Nick’s aroma. In fact, he kind of liked it. It was hard being around Nick after a hard workout at the gym.
He turned the water on, steam filling the small space. He closed his eyes, picturing Nick naked. His smell still lingered ever so slightly in his nostrils. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the hot water from the shower. His breathing intensified and his heart raced as he began to beat off. No amount of water could clean the dirty thoughts in Jake’s mind as he rubbed his cock, moaning in pleasure. Minutes passed in pure bliss. Time became irrelevant. The only thing Jake could think about was Nick’s massive body pressed up against his own, their lips touching, the smell of his bushy armpits… String after string of sticky semen shot out, quickly being washed away from the shower water.
This wasn’t his first time cumming to Nick. Though he’d never admit it, he started having feelings for his best friend around sophomore year of high school. But he wasn’t some queer, he’d tell himself. He wasn’t a sissy man. Being gay just wouldn’t be accepted, so he pushed the thought out of his mind. But that didn’t stop his little buddy below the waist throbbing every time he and Nick finished a workout together. That was normal, he thought. Every man questions their sexuality. Jake had a girlfriend in college. He had sex with women. He was a man’s man, and no one could ever know any different.
He stepped out of the shower, his body glistening. He wrapped a towel around his torso and walked over to his gym bag to put on some fresh clothes. Before leaving the bathroom, he put his earbuds in and pulled his phone out, scrolling through his social media.
Stepping back into the gym, he wasn’t immediately aware of his situation. Too absorbed in his phone and music, he didn’t notice how quiet it was. How empty it was. It wasn’t until he was close to the door that he realized how dark everything around him was. He looked up to discover that he was seemingly alone. He took his earbuds out, examining the empty space.
“Hello?”
No reply.
“Shit.”
He checked his phone. 10:16. The gym was closed.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Panic started to set in as he headed to the doors. He reached for the handle and pulled.
Locked.
He sighed.
I’ll just call Nick, he thought. He’ll know what to do.
Just as he was about to call his friend, a gruff, deep voice came from behind.
“We’re closed.”
Jake turned around to see an insanely muscular man walking towards him.
Kevin was the gym manager. Being a fitness enthusiast since a young age, he had the body of a Greek God. Age was just a number to him. True he was in his late 30s, with 40 just soon over the horizon. But that didn’t stop him from keeping the body of a 20 year old in his prime. He lived and breathed by the gym. It was his church, his Holy Temple. And seeing someone in it after hours didn’t make him happy.
“Sorry, I was taking a shower and must’ve lost track of time.”
“We closed almost 20 minutes ago. Seems like a long time to be taking a shower.”
“Yeah, I just got lost in the hot water.”
Kevin didn’t reply, merely grunted.
Jake noticed that he was wearing sweatpants, and something circular was bulging from the one pocket. It looked like a can of tobacco, which he thought was odd. Surely a man so into fitness wouldn’t be chewing.
“Anyway, if you just unlock the doors, I’ll be on my way.”
“I’ve seen you around here before.”
Jake was thrown off guard.
“Oh, um, yeah. I’ve been here a lot since the summer started.”
“Benching 225 these days, I see,” Kevin replied, looking over his shoulder at the weight rack Jake was using earlier.
“Look, I should get going. I have plans and don’t want to be late.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been in the shower all night.”
“Again, really sorry about that. So if you just unlock the doors…”
Kevin started to walk towards him.
“No can do. I’ve got strict rules here about staying after hours.”
“But I-”
His words were cut off. Kevin placed his strong, calloused hand over Jake’s mouth.
“Sorry about your plans. But people that stay after hours need to be punished.”
“Mmmmph,” Jake grunted into the manager’s hand.
Keeping one hand on Jake’s mouth, Kevin reached into his pocket with the other.
And within seconds, Jake realized it wasn’t a can of tobacco in the man’s pocket. Held in front of his face was a roll of gray duct tape.
“I’d stay quiet if I were you. You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you. Just know that the more noise you make while I tape you up, the worse your gag is gonna be.”
He took his hand off his mouth.
Before Jake could make a run for the door, he was forced down to the floor. Kevin pulled the tape off the roll and started to secure Jake’s hands behind his back and his legs together.
“What the fuck are you doing? This isn’t legal, you piece of shit. Help! Help!”
“Go ahead, keep yelling. It’s gonna be a long night for you.”
“Get. Off. Me.”
Jake struggled to break free, but Kevin was too strong. True, Jake was a football stud, but he was no match for the man on top of him, wrapping layer after layer of the industrial tape around Jake’s hands, mummifying them in sticky silver. There was nothing he could do but yell for help, but help never came.
After using nearly half the roll, Kevin was satisfied with his work to ensure the young man on the floor wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“When I get out of this, I’m calling the cops!”
“You won’t be getting out any time soon,” Kevin retorted, standing up and looking down at his victim.
“This is bullshit, man! I said I was sorry!”
“I told you to keep quiet…”
Kevin leaned down, and started to untie his dirty Nike sneaker.
“…the more noise you made, the worse the gag was going to be…”
He removed the sneaker, revealing an incredibly smelly, discolored sock coated in weeks of foot sweat.
“…and you certainly made lots of noise.”
He peeled the sock off, revealing crusty bits of yellow and foot gunk. Saying it was rank would be an understatement. Nick’s aroma was nothing compared to this. This was the smell of a bodybuilder that hadn’t changed his socks in at least two weeks.
Jake gulped.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, I think you know what I’m doing,” Kevin laughed as he leaned down to Jake’s face with the sock and duct tape in hand…
TO BE CONTINUED