Lust at First Sight

4. My Fantasy Fulfilled?

My instructions were simple enough - I was to report to Leo at the gym promptly at nine, after he had finished work for the day, with my usual gear in tow.

But, despite thinking I had set off in good time, I found myself stuck in traffic shortly after the start of my journey and realised I was going to fail to comply.

I cursed my bad luck and almost cried with frustration. I had been itching to discover what treasures lay hidden beneath Leo’s shorts for so long and now it looked like I would miss out on this heaven-sent opportunity because of some lousy roadworks!

I hooted my horn and revved my engine to vent my frustration but it made no difference. By the time I had inched my way through the congestion it was already five to nine and in addition I was now dying for a piss!

Once free of the bottleneck, I sped along as fast as I could for the rest of my journey, my eyes fixed as much on the clock as on the road, reluctantly screeching to a halt at junction after junction as traffic lights wilfully turned red as soon as they detected my approach.

When, at last, I pulled into the road nearby the gym, an additional obstacle presented itself, I could find nowhere to park!

Cursing, I circled and re-circled the area, forced further and further away from my destination, until I finally found a space, I thought I might just manage to squeeze into.

Then to my exasperation, in my eagerness to claim it, I nudged the bumper of the car in front as I reversed and set off its alarm!

As continuous loud beeps assaulted my ears, I hurriedly pulled my keys from the ignition, grabbed my gym bag and made a run for it before anyone had the time to notice.

But would Leo still be waiting for me by the time I reached him, or would he have given up on me long ago and gone home?

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As I turned the final corner in my trek back to the gym, I heaved a sigh of relief when I immediately spotted the guy whose body I had been lusting after since our first meeting, standing at the end of the alley that led to his door.

But he was not alone.

He was leaning against the wall kicking his heels, dressed in his familiar summer outfit of vest and shorts which showed off his bulging ebony muscles to great effect, whilst talking to a white guy who I didn’t recognise.

His last client of the day perhaps, who had taken advantage of the gap I’d created in his schedule to chat him up? Or maybe it was one of his neighbours who had noticed him awaiting my arrival outside his premises and paused to pass the time of day?

When I first came into view, I noticed Leo’s head turn towards me in recognition for a brief moment, but then him pointedly turn away and resume his conversation.

Aware of his justified annoyance at my lateness, when I drew closer, I did not dare to interrupt, but instead hovered beside the two of them, whilst attempting to control my bursting bladder by hopping from one foot to the other.

After keeping me waiting two or three minutes, Leo finally brought their dialogue to a halt, by which time I had overheard enough to convince me that the guy standing next to him was gay – whether a client or otherwise.

“What time do you call this?” he challenged as he turned his attention toward me.

This was far from his usual way of greeting his clients, however late they might be, so I was taken aback, but at the same time thrilled that Leo was adopting an overtly dominant role with me right from the very start, regardless who was listening.

Although this was exactly what I’d been hoping for, I was shocked that within seconds of my arrival he would go so far as to humiliate me in front of a stranger!

Taken by surprise, I couldn’t think what to say in reply. I knew saying I’d been caught up in a traffic jam wouldn’t cut it, so instead just hung my head in shame and stared down at the ground, acknowledging through my demeanour his right to address me as though I were a disobedient schoolboy.

As my heartbeat rapidly accelerated, my thoughts veered off in a different direction as I speculated whether the guy witnessing my dressing down would be joining in with my humiliation as well as witnessing it.

“Why have you kept me waiting?” Leo asked, rephrasing his question, his confidence clearly growing as he saw me standing tongue-tied with my face flushed red with embarrassment, “I expected you half an hour ago!”

When I remained at a loss for words, he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Get inside!” he muttered in mock disgust under his breath, nodding me towards the doorway, but not stepping out of my way.

“Hold on!” he then added, as I attempted to obey him and squeeze my way between the two of them with my luggage, “Hand over the bag!”

Instantly I froze in my tracks, meekly handed over my possessions to him and waited for further instructions, my face blushing deeper as I noticed the stranger taking advantage of the hiatus to examine me more closely, as though I were an example of an inferior species, he’d never come across before.

 “Go to the top of the stairs, strip completely and face the wall with your hands on your head!” my instructor demanded.

“For keeping me waiting, you’re going to have to work-out naked today!” he added with a conspiratorial grin in the direction of his companion.

 “Off you go!” he then prompted, herding me in the direction of the gym’s entrance by landing a demeaning slap on my backside to hurry me along, “Or would you prefer to strip off out here on the pavement?”

Leo was plainly more experienced in this kind of role-play than I had given him credit for, I reflected as I rushed off to do his bidding! I guess it came naturally to someone who was pushing guys to their physical limits on a daily basis – but this was a side of him I had never experienced before.

Despite still dying for a piss, I was so aroused by my public telling off and Leo’s hard-edged self-confidence, that I instantly sprouted an erection.

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Once inside the tiny hallway, I could hear the beat of dance music and see the glimmer of candlelight coming from the darkened fitness studio below. Leo had plainly put himself out to create an ambiance he deemed in tune with the SM encounter he had planned for me.

As I stripped, I recalled the day I had first met him and the humiliation of having to change in the bright lights of his former studio in front of the uncovered windows and found myself filled with the same feeling of excitement. However, this time round it was the thought of having to workout naked in front of a stranger that filled my thoughts.

He was undoubtedly handsome, but being a fair-haired white guy, was far more to Leo’s taste than my own.  But what really thrilled me about his presence was not so much his appearance as the possibility that my instructor might make use of him as a means of upping my humiliation, either as an audience or a participant.

Leo had made no attempt to hide what was going on between us, so the guy must be in on what he had planned for me. Perhaps he had been boasting to him about me in advance of my arrival - the submissive white guy who was so enamoured of him that he had given him permission to do whatever he liked with him and had vowed to obey him without question.

Had they discussed what he was intending to do with me as well, I wondered, as I assumed the position I had been told to adopt, and then waited, straining my hearing to catch what they were talking about. But their distant conversation was drowned out by the music.

As the cool air from the open door raised goose-bumps on my bare skin, I was once more distracted by the pressure in my bladder, as I became more desperate to piss than ever. Dare I risk sneaking downstairs to use the loo before the fun and games began, I pondered?

Having already blotted my copybook once, I decided a show of obedience was in order if I was ever to fulfil my dream of becoming Leo’s sex slave, despite the temptation to provide him with an additional excuse for disciplining me.

I was glad I decided as I did, as barely thirty seconds later I overheard Leo’s amiable farewell to his pal of, “See you Tuesday then, Mike,” as he approached the open doorway.

So, the white guy was not to join us after all!

I must confess, I was a little disappointed.

“Get down the stairs and stand facing the wall!” Leo barked at me, abandoning the conversational tone he had employed with his pal.

With my hands still on my head, I abandoned my clothes on the landing and, completely naked, padded down to the basement one step at a time before positioning myself facing the wall, whilst above me, I heard my Master lock and bolt the door shut behind us.

To be continued...