The Very Personal Trainer - Part 2

Things are definitely heating up in Ryan's gym, and it's not just from all of the heavy lifting. His client is pushing him to his limits, and he has to figure out if he's willing to bend them. VIP members, check out Ryan himself in the server who already has sent in two more sets of photos for the next installments in this series.

For the next twenty minutes, Greg pretended that everything was normal, and no matter how many times I asked what he had meant, he wouldn’t elaborate. Every time I led him to a new piece of workout equipment, I would try to get him to talk, to say anything about his cryptic warning.

I think you and I need to have a talk about what you agreed to and what I’m going to expect in our next session.

My mind was ricocheting from “Hell yeah, I have another appointment and not a cancellation!” to “What the fuck did he mean by that? Hasn’t he seen enough?”

I was standing here pondering all of that in just a gifted jockstrap, and behind me, my ass was red from the continuous slaps that I’d been receiving since revealing it. It had started with Chris, who had crept up behind me and slapped me on the right cheek hard enough for the sound to ricochet across the gym. It would have turned heads if almost everyone wasn’t already looking my way.

After he broke the seal, a line of guys I knew, barely knew, and even some guys that I had never met came up to me, trying to find out what was happening while also trying to subtly check me out.

“Wait, so you are still a personal trainer?”

“Greg here seems to think I am.”

He was back on the bench now, and he was flashing almost every single one of pearly whites as he lifted. He was in heaven now, but apparently, he could still do better than that.

“And you just take off your clothes as you work out?”

“Yep, that’s luckily all I have to do. Right, Greg?”

Again, he just nodded and kept smiling. I added a ten-pound plate on each side of the bar for his next rep.

One rep later, the next hand on my ass was his, and I wish I would have swatted it away. I liked how it felt, but I didn’t want him to know that. I also wanted to stand my ground and tell him what I was okay with here, but I did none of that. All I did was to look around to see who was watching us as if I hadn’t already been seen from every angle.

“Okay Greg, time to cool down.”

“You or me?”

“Has anyone told you before that you’re a little bit of an asshole?”

“Yeah, but only before they get to know me.”

“And what do they say after that?”

“They say that I’m a huge asshole.”

It was that boyish grin that had me coming undone. He had made me strip almost naked, and instead of resenting the power that he had over me, I felt a flutter in my chest whenever his eyes locked onto me.

Leading him back to where we had started, I planted my ass down on the astroturf carpet, and almost immediately jumped back up when I felt the fake grass tickling my cock and ass. I kept forgetting that my ass was out for about thirty seconds at a time before some reminder pulled me back to the present.

This corner of the gym had a wide carpet perfect for stretching, and luckily, it was almost empty except for me and Greg.

“So, you finally ready to spill the beans about your cryptic warning earlier?”

“You really didn’t read the terms and conditions, did you?”

Grabbing onto my foot, I lowered myself down and felt some of the tension in my back finally release.

“My boss is the one who set it up for me.”

“He either really wants to see you exposed, or he’s an idiot.”

For years, I had thought that some of Tony’s looks had lingered too long, but he was married. To a woman.

“Your profile is set to Unlimited.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that clients can bid on extra services.”

That tense feeling had returned now, and it was joined by a queasy feeling in my chest.

“You could be asked to go fully naked.”

“Asked?”

“I mean yeah, it’s not like you’ve lost your ability to say no. The app just wants to coerce you.”

“Okay, and how does it do that?”

“Once you confirm an appointment, the client can then add parameters to their booking. That comes with an extra fee, and you can confirm or deny those requests.”

Suddenly, the words that I’d said at the beginning of the session came ringing back in my ears.

Okay, so our trial period is over now, and it’s up to you what we do next.

The clues had been here the whole time. That’s when clients could ask me to go further.

“And what if I say no to those other requests?”

“There’s the loophole allowing them to cancel. If you deny that add-on, the app cancels the whole appointment.”

“Fuck…”

“Some guys in the chat rooms wonder if that’s a feature or a bug, but whatever it is, I just wanted to make sure that you knew.”

“I already have two confirmed appointments already…”

He didn’t say anything to that, and I gave him a new stretch to fill that void of silence.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve requested?”

We were both in lunges now, and I could feel that burn radiating throughout my body. I kept pushing further, focusing on that pain as I waited for Greg to answer.

“This trainer had immediately stripped to a jockstrap, but unlike you, he had no qualms about it. His cock was basically falling out into the open, and I knew that he was asking for it. I wasn’t even really imagining it- I watched him present himself to me for at least half the session before I made the request.”

Greg paused there, holding me in anticipation, but I couldn’t just wait for him to speak again.

“And?”

“He accepted, and I added the request into the app for the charge to go through.”

“What was it?”

“I had to get a feel for myself.”

“How much did he charge?”

“How much would you?”

This conversation had turned into foreplay at some point, but I’m not sure if either one of us knew the other’s feelings.

“Show me what you did, and I’ll tell you.”

Turning around, I saw that for the first time tonight, Greg had been thrown off his game, and I finally had the power back again. He was smiling now, but it was more sheepish, as if he was trying to find the perfect response for me, but I turned back around before he could find one. He then let his hands do the talking, but I wasn’t expecting him to use them like that.

As soon as I’d turned back around, I felt his hand on my ass, roaming around the mounds of muscle before letting one of his digits explore further. The pad of his thumb pressed against my hole with perfect aim, and before I could catch my breath, he pressed down hard enough for a whimper to escape between my parted lips.

“Greg…”

He said nothing again, but I felt the rest of his fingers angle down to slip under the fabric of my jockstrap. They made contact with the head of my cock, and I knew then that I would let him pull it out without stopping him.

That thought scared me though, and before I could come to terms with that self-discovery, his hand retreated as quickly as it had approached.

“It was something like that.”

Turning back around, I saw that that brief flickering moment of having the upper hand had vanished, and I didn’t know when I would get it back if ever.