[MarvHarvey]

Two guys at the gym get talking about muscle building. I think maybe it will end in a spanking. It's quite different from the stories posted in this thread so far.

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The Locker Room: Muscles

I was finished working out at our little neighbourhood gym, and rushing to get showered and dressed before closing. I didn't want to make Rod, the manager, stay late to lock up. The only other person around was Philippe, just coming into the shower and not in too much of a hurry.

"Philippe, it's almost closing. Rod will be chasing us out."

"Oh, it's OK. I used to work here and he'll let me lock up if I'm the last one. so I can take my time - I guess you can too."

"Ah! Is that why you keep working out here even though you clearly outgrew this place ages ago?" And, to be sure, he was average height like me, but with a fabulously muscular build, wow. I'm straight and not into body building but I find his well balanced physique attractive in that 'I want to be like that' kind of way.

"Part that, and part because I want to be fit and well built, and can't stand the guys who hang around all day trying to blow themselves up. You know, the 'barbell bloat' guys. And all they can talk about is themselves and their workouts and all that crap. To make it worse, they won't leave me alone to do my own thing. At the only other gyms around here they know I'm a trainer and so I don't get any peace."

"That's interesting Philippe. I never realized it could be like that. I notice you too - but I wouldn't want to bug you."

Rod stuck his head in the door: "Philippe - I gotta go meet Cindy for a drink. Lock up willya please."

"Sure thing Rod. Harv and I the last and we're are nearly done," he said as Rod let the door close behind him. "Harv, feel free if you want some help or suggestions. I noticed that you seem to be doing everything right to be strong and healthy, and be able to do the other things you want to do. I respect that, and would be happy to help. We both know you won't ever look like me - I pat the dumbbells and my muscles grow. I wipe the handles on a machine and my muscles grow - it's just the way I am. As you know better than anyone, you are a basic lean ectomorph who is never going to get big and muscular supposing you sleep with your barbells. But with working out you can still be fit and strong."

I laughed, "Just from patting them - ha ha. Yeah. I just don't build up muscle. I'd like to have a bit more, but I do aim for fitness."

"Yeah Harv," he grinned. "I notice you checking me out once in a while - just like the jealous guys at the other gyms. And I think it's just about the body. Oh: I'm straight - in case you wonder - and I think you are too. It's just the muscles, eh?"

"Yup. I'm straight." But as I said it I blushed. I tried to look away, but I was too slow.

"Ha Ha HA HA!" Philippe's burst of laughter echoed back from the shower room! "I saw that! Do you want to feel them - run your hands over those bulges, and the lines between them?" He said this with a big grin. "I'm not into guys or muscle worship - but if you wanted to do that - just feel them - I'd be OK."

He was still laughing. That made me blush even more. Here we were, two mid-20s straight guys talking about feeling muscles and I was blushing like a teenage girl. "Uumm, ... aa ... I never thought of that, actually, at least I don't think so."

"What did you think, Harv?" he asked, still grinning at my embarrassment.

"Oh, nothing." But as I looked at him I could feel odd sensations - and knew that the towel I was holding in front of me was my only cover if my body got aroused.

I turned away to get my underwear, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. "'Fess up Harv!" And he turned me around. And I got aroused at this. And my face got redder. "We can stay all evening until you tell me what it is." And he grinned. And he pulled my towel out of my grip.

"I, er, ... uuu... oh the idea of feeling your strength that way is a bit of a turn on, yeah. But I never thought of it before."

"So what is it. Tell me and you can feel my muscles - my power - and we can laugh at it together."

I was a bit aroused and a lot dizzy. "It's silly," I said. "I used to wonder what it would be like to feel your strength and have you use it to control me, physically. That's all."

"No it's not - what else? Control you how?" Still grinning.

"Oh, er...." and I had to stop to breathe. He let me have a moment, but he stood in front of me where I had to see him standing there like superman in his grey tee-shirt and briefs with the spray-on look. I took a good breath. "OK. I'll say it. I wanted you to grab me and take me over your lap for a good hard spanking. And no matter if I struggled, you'd just pin me across your lap and smack my bare behind until I didn't have any struggling left in me." And I gasped for another breath. "There - is that crazy enough for you?"

"O Man! That's a new one for me, Harv. You really mean a real spanking?"

I hung my head, "yup. I don't know why, I just want it. And it turns me on a bit. I really like girlfriends who'll give me a spanking. But I could still overpower them. You'd just do it and I would be helpless."

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. "Harv, are you sure?" he whispered. "If you are, then I'll do it right now." Our eyes were locked together.

I wanted to say no, I wanted to say yes, the fear of a real spanking fought with the desire to have this fantasy fulfilled. My arousal increased just a bit – the feeling, not an erection, but that pushed me over the edge. Some things happen once in a lifetime. "O.K."

He quickly grabbed both of my arms and pulled me around a bit. O.M.G. he was much stronger than I had ever imagined. I was not resisting anyway, but it would not have mattered.

My right arm then found itself twisted up behind my back in a classic hammerlock. I was helpless and bent over. A hand grabbed my balls from behind. "Just so you understand what 'helpless' really means," he said in my ear. He walked me to a bench at the end of the locker room that was a bit higher than the others. It felt like he was half carrying me - I just got swept along. He sat and hauled me across his lap. "Like this!" he said.

Then while holding my right arm twisted like that he put his left elbow on my back, and his right leg crossed over both of mine and clamped down. I was fully pinned and I bet it was less than 5 seconds since I had said 'OK' to him. There I was helpless as ever I might have wished or feared to be.

Then his right hand started to stroke my buns. Softly for a few seconds, then harder. Then really hard. Then he started to roll the muscles of my butt cheek between his fingers like they were a bundle of rope. "AAgghh!" This hurt worse than any spanking I had ever had as his powerful fingers dug into me and massaged and kneaded my butt. "AAgghh! Aaggrraacc. "AAggaahh!" But it didn't stop or even slow down, and his fingers kneaded deeper and deeper into my muscles. I was trying to squirm, kick and fight all at the same time but I was like a mosquito caught in an iron flytrap, gasping for breath. "Aaahh. AAAhh. AAAhh." I was soaked with sweat from the pain and the exertion, but the more I struggled the more he laughed.

After what seemed like an hour of that - probably just a couple of minutes - I was exhausted and limp. I felt him drop my arm and put his hand on my back as he pulled me closer against his lap and his body. Then: <Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak!> The first volley of spanks hit me. But I was already too tired to fight back, and so I laid in his iron grasp, hardly squirming, as he went on with bringing his hand down hard onto my bare bottom. <Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! ... Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! ....> And on it went.

It was probably just a minute or two and my butt was twitching involuntarily, as much as it could when bent over and held tight like that. <Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak!....> There was no end, no beginning, just the steady stinging spanks. I was sweating from the pain. I was past any further resistance. I was just there and feeling every spank.

I started sobbing - deep, wrenching sobs from down inside me, each sob fighting with each breath to use what capacity I had left. I felt Philippe's grip easing up on me, but I could not move as he continued. <Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak! Smak!....>

I don't know when he stopped spanking me.
I don't know when I stopped shaking.
I don't know when my sobbing started to slow down.

He picked me up and gathered me into his arms as I sobbed ever more softly. I clung to his arms and his chest, and settled down to whimpering.

He started to whisper. "I hope that's what you wanted. So I hope it was more than you dreamed about, more than you imagined. I hope you feel overpowered."

After a few minutes Philippe started to stand me up. My legs worked, they just didn't have help from the abused muscles of my butt - deeply aching from the hard kneading they had had. He continued to speak softly: "get dressed. Come on. If you can stand to sit on the bench I'll even tie your shoes for you. Come on." And so he coaxed me to get dressed and ready to go.

I was finally recovering the ability to speak. "I... I... I ...just want to thank you, I think. This was so far outside anything I thought.... I hope we can still work out here at the same times.... I.... What about you?"

"Hey, Harv, we'll be pals, probably more than before, that's all. Maybe actually work out together once in a while. Maybe stay late, maybe not. (He winked at that!) Right now, we both got something we wanted - your spanking, my chance to overpower someone and have fun with it - and even give a spanking like I wanted to since I was about 8 years old! But hey - lets go across the street for a beer - isn't that what buddies do?"

"Sounds like a plan," I said softly. I started to walk, but my muscles ached deep inside where his fingers had dug in and kneaded them, and they refused to work. "Hey pal, my hips don't work and my body won't walk properly. You'll have to help me."