Giant Onsen Hotel Yu-Topia Chapter 6-1　At the training gym on the second basement floor

No matter how many times I knocked, there was no answer in Mr.Ohyamas guest room.

Only the sound of knocking echoed in the quiet and spacious hallway.

While I was knocking, a number of masculine men passed by my back. After bathing, after the pool, for whatever reason, they were all walking around with their yukata just barely covered, as if to show off their chest plates and arms.

They intentionally walked within arm's reach. Perhaps if I touched them just a little, even in the middle of a corridor like this, they would be happy to show off their muscles, get excited, and ejaculate. Such an absurd fantasy was a certainty and a fact.

"Ohyama-san!　--It's not good. ......  not good."

I could feel the voice of desire inside me getting louder and louder.

It's dangerous. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

Now I have to think about this hotel, this building, and this hot spring, including the sauna.

This was no longer a time for hesitation. I have to tell Mr. Ohyama about what I've seen, what I've experienced, including his abnormal behavior. I also have to tell him that I am a homosexual. Of course, it would be embarrassing, and I might feel awkward. But considering what was going on in this hotel, I couldn't let my shame stop me.

It's ........., where have you gone?

I knocked on the door a little louder, but there was no response. He didn't seem to be asleep.

Wondering what to do, I looked at the museum map to figure out where Oyama-san was.

A place where someone like Oyama-san would go during a trip without being invited. There was one place that was easy to find.

There was one place that was easy to find: "Basement Level 2, ...... Fitness and Training Gym, .......

This is a fitness room that you can find in most of these huge hotels.

In the past, I didn't understand the purpose of their existence, but now I do. There are people who want to work out even when they are on vacation.

On the second basement floor is the Yutopia Fitness and Training Gym.

It was different in scale from the fitness rooms in so-called business hotels.

It was divided into two large floors, with an area lined with training equipment and machines, and private rooms where dance and yoga classes could be held. It was as big as a regular gym, if not bigger.

The training floor was made of glass, but the automatic doors were smoked out, so I couldn't see inside.

It's amazing that it's all free. ......

I stood in front of the door, marveling at the luxury of the facilities, forgetting my purpose. The door opened. At the same time, a mist of steam poured out.

"Ugh, ......!　This is ......."

A mist sauna. This is not a mist sauna. I have tasted it many times since I came to this hotel. You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.

I didn't think it was possible, but it was.

The glass was not smoked, but fogged up by the man's mist.

There was no fancy music playing on the floor, just the metallic sound of moving equipment and the quiet groans of a man. It was like something out of a Western porno. The manly, low, resonant voices were coming from everywhere.

I couldn't see very far, but I could tell that there were a lot of males abusing themselves in this area.

I looked for people by their voices and soon found myself in a zone of cycling machines.

I could see that an extraordinary giant was riding on an average sized cycling machine, like a fierce circus animal astride a unicycle designed for children.

I wondered if he was as big as ...... Mr.Ohyama.

When I approached him and tried to call out to him, the man on the cycling machine stopped me first.

"Hi, when did you meet?"

The man had clean, polished, white skin. Deeply sculpted face. Clear blue eyes. A well-groomed beard and head of hair. It was a foreigner named Duo, who I had bathed with the other day.

"Oh, Mr. Duo!　I'm looking for someone right now. ...... Oh, no, I don't mind if it's Duo-san. I'm looking for someone who can tell me about the weirdness of this hotel!　I mean, this gym and ...... the air conditioning and all that ...... that ...... what?"

That's when I noticed it.

Duo's white skin. I'm not sure what to make of it. White breastplate. Shoulders. Abdominal muscles. And the gluteus maximus.

"Hmm?　Oh, you mean this gym. It's definitely strange. It must be very difficult to maintain such a large facility, so I wonder how they manage to do it with just the accommodation fee. No, but it's great. Thank goodness. I've never seen a better gym since I've been in this country. Oh, it's my first ...... first time, too."

I knew I was wearing thin. But it was nothing like that.

The top half of her body was still fine. It was a tight-fitting tank top. You can see the muscles and the armpits, but it is within the bounds of common sense. The feet were also ...... unfamiliar gym shoes made in the shape of fingers, but I knew that this was also a choice that bodybuilders and athletes would make.

"That ...... well, the outfit is ......"

But not the bottom half. Not this one. No matter how beautiful your body is, no matter what country you're from, it's a perverted look. It's not even underwear. That's a jockstrap. It was a "Ketsuware", or what we call an ass-whore.

It's a thin fabric supporter that exposes the buttocks for easy movement. Of course, this was not something to be shown to others. Most of her large, hard buttocks were exposed. I was straddling the cycling machine in such a state, and I even had an erection.

"It's like, every time I take a breath, I get a surge of power ...... from inside my body, a surge of power ...... from inside my body, a surge of power ...... oh!"

When I shifted my gaze, I saw that the saddle was sinking into the back of my ass.

I hadn't noticed it with a quick glance, but neither the machine nor the saddle part next to it was shaped to press against my butt. On the contrary. They are pointed perpendicular to the ground and bulge out in an obscene curve.

All of the cycling machines had saddles shaped like the Enema Gras.

"My muscles have been different since I've been in this hotel, they're in great shape. I'm getting stronger and stronger. ......"

The duo paddled on, making bumps and showing them to us. In the event that you have any kind of questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can contact us at the web site.

At the same time, juice seeped into the tip of the jockstrap. The red flesh color of the glans came into view as it penetrated the thin fabric.

"Duo, are you okay? Why are you in this thing? It's crazy!"

"Funny, funny ......? No, it's true that jockstraps aren't meant to be worn in this kind of situation, but there's nothing more convenient for pedaling this machine, and this, this, this is the best, that's all I can think of. What the hell are you talking about that's weird?"

I was able to communicate with him, but the conversation was not going well.

As I said, Duo does not think this behavior is abnormal, as he always has. He was not aware that he was acting like a maniac.

"I'm sure you're right. That ...... erection, with the ...... stinging in the ass,......"

"Oh, there it is, yes, .......... Like this ....... Oh, I remember now. I don't know if you know this. Actually, studies have shown that training with the body in a state of excitement like this activates testosterone, which leads to better results, so, you know, like this."

"This is a public place, ......, ......!"

"That's true, but there don't seem to be any female guests in this hotel, don't you think that's not a problem?　No, in fact, don't you think that my example will help to elevate everyone's body ......?"

"That's not a problem ......?"

"There's no reason not to take advantage of this environment, so why don't you ...... train your body in a state of excitement?　Testosterone is activated, and it's so wonderful, so wonderful, so wonderful, you can be like me, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this."

Duo's expression changed, and a stronger pallor began to waft through the area.

"Huh, ...... point, good point, hit--ah, reached, reached ......!　This is a great way to get testosterone, testosterone, testosterone pumping in your head, haha ......!"

What had happened to Mr. Duo? Being a homosexual, and having knowledge of it, I knew.

The EnemaGra that was implanted in his body started to take over his body.

He had reached the pinnacle of pleasure. He was now unable to think straight.

"It's the first time I've ever cycled like this.　Yeah, first time. I've never been on a cycling bike before. I've never been on a cycling bike before. I've never been on a cycling bike before. ...!"

His eyes glaze over and my mouth opens.

You can see your brain boiling with pleasure.

"I can see my brain boiling with pleasure. "How do you like this, this exercise? "What do you think, this exercise, how about you challenge it with me? You can challenge yourself, just like me, together.　Come on, together, you, you guys, together ...... ahhhh ......!"

His world is distorting. His world is distorting. The EnemaGra stimulating his buttocks is knocking on the door of his common sense and reason, and his imprisoned desires are being released.

"Look at me, look at me ......, look at me more ......!　Oh, hah, hah, hah ......, come on, you can be a fine man like me, together, oh ......!　Haa......!"

His eyes seem to be looking at me and looking away at the same time. You guys. That's what it sounded like. What is Duo looking at now?

A raised arm. A smiling mouth. And the smirk in his eyes.

--Surely his mind is not on the gym right now.

He's probably in the middle of a tour. He's in the middle of a race.

He's seeing dozens or hundreds of eyes behind a single spectator.

"Aaahhh ........., running through me, ......!　Oh, ...... myself, ...... all over the world, hah, hah, hah, ...... with my legs... ...ahhh ......!"

In the gym, with the EnemaGra buried in his ass, he just moved his legs in the same place.

It's not a reality in his mind right now, it's a fantasy that he's running around the world with.

"Come on, you guys, let's try the ...... challenge like me, it feels so good, so good, so good ......!"

He pedals around the world in her asshole, showing off his muscles and moaning from the pleasure of her ass. He rides around the world in such a figure.

It's the kind of fantasy that gets you called the world's biggest pervert and spread all over the Internet. But he has no sense of immorality or fear. For the current Duo, this is a beautiful role model.

"Hah, hah, hah ...... hah."

Eventually, those crazy comments stopped.

It wasn't that he had cooled down.

He was now completely engrossed.

His eyes are now smiling as he looks around at the mist of sweat and occasionally makes a shutter release.

The goal is near. In every sense of the word, the goal is near.

"Huh!　Hah!　Huh!!!"

My body starts to shake violently.

"Huh!　Ah!　Ahhhh!　Ahhhh!　Aaahhh!"

The spasms intensify.

"-----!!!"

Finally, he legs stop.

"Oh !!　Goal!　I see the finish line! I'm going in, I'm going in, I'm going in, I'm at the goal, I'm the first one in, guys, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me--ahhhh!!　Goal!!!"

The ass-whipped pervert was alone in the gym, surrounded by ...... fanciful cheers, when he finally cut the finish line tape.

At the same time, a tremendous amount of semen flew out of his untouched paw. The athlete's semen penetrated the fabric of the asshole at an alarming rate, dripping onto the cycling machine, the floor, and even onto our shoes.

"Hahaha, this is the winning run. Oh..."

The sound of the cycling machine quieted down and went into cool down mode.

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She looks happy. He's mumbling something inaudible. He is probably being interviewed about the race in which he finished first.

...... It's too late for this to happen.

I'm not going to be able to have a real conversation for a while.

Now that I was here, I was sure of one thing.

I was convinced that the hotel had been set up to handle the situation, given the state of the gym. Even if the saddles could be replaced, it was obviously strange that the air conditioning was not working at all.

It's also unusual that the customers are working out in silence without pointing out the problem.

Judging by the state of the sauna patrons the other day, almost all of them must be in some kind of hypnotic or aphrodisiac state.

Research results, Duo had told us. Since that time, Duo had not been in a normal state. Someone must have told him a convenient story, or he must have been made to feel uncomfortable.

Unable to forcibly pull Duo's huge body out of his happy state, I gave up and decided to continue my search for Mr.Ohyama.

In his case, he was already in a "finished" state, but I might be able to bring him back to sanity before that.

With that in mind, I began to walk through the fog of sweat again ...... literally in a fog of five miles.

"Hmmm!　Mmmmm!"

Immediately, I heard a powerful, stomping voice from nearby.

It was a roar I had heard before.

It was probably a weight lifting corner ahead. The sound of metal clashing against metal was heard.

I could still smell the fishy smell of man mixed with the violent roar. But I couldn't stop. Hurry up, hurry up. It would be too late again.

"Mmmmmm ......!"

As expected, the person there was doing weightlifting - that person I met at this hotel.