MR. TRAINER TAKEDOWN Mike was on his knees holding his cli..

MR. TRAINER TAKEDOWN Mike was on his knees holding his client’s feet as Tom Tomblin tried to complete each sit up. Everytime the older man rose up he gave Mike a smile. Mike turned his head away and noticed a hot brunette walking by in tight yoga pants. He was happily married but preferred to watch the sexy female then look at the old, sweaty man before him. The woman turned and gave Mike a smile, and Mike smiled back. Mike knew the woman like what she sees, who doesn’t. His long sleeves blue compression shirt showed off his huge muscles and hugged his cobblestone 8 pack abs. Plus with his blonde hair and Nordic blue eyes and features he was every woman's fantasy. Ever since the birth of their son, his wife grew distant and their sex life grew less frequent. Therefore, Mike became more flirtier with other women. Although he hasn't acted on it. “10, good job, Mr. Tomblin. You did more than last week,” Mike held out his right hand to help the overweight man up. Tomblin smiled as he gripped Mike’s hand, “do I get a reward?” When he got to his feet, the older man caressed Mike’s left bulging bicep with his free hand. “Don’t touch me like that. I told you that I’m not gay,” Mike tried to keep his voice in a whispered so not to make a scene, but it was still firm. Mike then bent over to gather his gear. “Nice thong,” Tomblin pinched Mike’s muscular ass. Mike jumped. He had forgotten he was wearing the skippy, ridiculous underwear under his shorts. As he bent over, the shorts lowered and revealed the black and white thong his wife insisted that he wore. In fact, the other morning when Mike went to his underwear drawer he discovered that all of his boxers and boxer-briefs were replaced with jockstraps and thongs. When he confronted his wife, she laughed and said their love life needed to be spiced up. He didn’t know what his underwear had to do with their love life. “I said don’t touch me,” Mike turned red in embarrassment as he threatened the older man. “Sorry,” Tomblin held his hands up defensively but continued to have a smile on his face. Mike then stormed away. He was praying no one noticed the hardon in his shorts. After Tomblin left the gym, Mike worked out to relieve some frustration. He was mad that Tom made an advance on him, but also he was extremely horny. He has been horny since he started wearing the thongs. He wasn’t about to tell his wife how much he enjoyed the feeling of the thin material wedged and riding between his tight plump ass cheeks. After working out for two hours, Mike was exhausted and headed home. When Mike got home from the gym he decided he needed a shower. He stripped naked in the master bedroom and then showered. Once under the hot water he began to soap up his chisel body. He couldn’t resist feeling up his sore yet pumped muscles, moving his hands over his well developed pecs and down the deep valleys of his sculpted 8 pack abs. His hands traced the deep v shape cuts of his waist down to his impressive fluid cock. Mike then noticed the stubble of pubic hair growing just above his cock. The last few weeks he has been getting back into the competition preparation habit of shaving his body hair. He usually doesn’t shave unless he is near a bodybuilding competition or a modeling gig. Mike prefers his masculine body hair. However, the last couple of weeks, his wife insisted that he shaved off all his body hair and even suggested that he go to a specialist to permanently remove it. Mike picked up the razor and began to remove the stubble and then ran it over his body to remove any stray hair. He even reached behind himself and spread his meaty ass cheeks to run the razor over his tight hole. Once he had made sure he was completely smooth below the neck, he turned off the water. He briefly stood in the shower and watched the symbols of his manhood wash down the shower drain. He finally stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Mike then pulled the thong, he was wearing earlier, up his long muscular legs When his wife Marsha came home she found him bent over the open refrigerator getting a post workout snack. His smooth bubble ass was facing her. “Hey, babe, you home,” Mike closed the refrigerator door. “Tom called me, he wasn't happy. He said you were disrespectful to him,” Marsha put her purse on the table. Mike laughed, “he called you? The fucking fag pinched my ass in the gym.” “You can’t go around getting rich clients like Tomas mad at you. He is very powerful and influential.” “Are you kidding me? He fucking hit on me. You expect me to sleep with him,” Mike turned his back and placed his plate of food on the countertop. Marsha came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chisel torso, “of course not babe, but we have little Mikey to consider now. If you want your personal training business to be successful you have to put up with people like Mr. Tomblin.” Marsha ran her long fingernails down his smooth torso to his full thong pouch. Mike groaned and closed his eyes as she gripped his cock through the cotton pouch, “I know.” She kissed his muscle layered back, “you look so sexy in that thong.” Mike laughed, “Tom thought so too.” They both laughed. “Why don’t you model some of them for me, before the babysitter brings Mikey back home,” Marsha cooed in his ear. For the next hour Mike posed and modeled the various thongs and jockstraps she had brought him. Marsha pulled out her phone. “What that for,” Mike laughed. “Let take some pictures. It will be fun. Pose for me, babe,” she started to take pictures. “Come on, baby, work it,” she edged him on to do more provocative poses. They even made it look like a professional shoot with him working out with kettlebells and weights in only the revealing thongs and jockstraps. Mike was acting slutty as he flirted with his wife and camera. He had left the social media postings up to her and rarely even looked at the sites. So he had no idea that after their impromptu photo shoot she was planning on uploading the pictures online. By the morning, she had received inquiries from numerous interested parties. Every night before bed, Marsha would pour them each a glass of wine. After he drank the wine, Mike started to feel sleepy and went to bed. Before falling to sleep though he put in his earbuds and listened to a record to help him sleep. Within seconds of turning the recording on, he was fast asleep. Mike began to dream that he was working out in a thin, silver, slingshot looking garment that was strapped over his muscular shoulders and barely covered his cock, balls and hole. He was training Tom, when the older man told him to stop and pose and flex for him. Mike dreamed that he obediently obeyed. Tom ran his hands over his exposed body while he went through a posing routine. He dreamed of how good the touch of another man against his hard muscles felt. His cock was growing hard , pushing the silver get up out. He heard Tom saying how hot and sexy he was. The more the older man praised him, the more aroused Mike was. Mike put his hands behind his head, flexing his triceps, abs, and chisel thighs. His arms were as big as his head. He then turned around, lifting his arms to flex his biceps and flare out his back. The material pushed deeper between his smooth, muscular buttocks. All along, Tom was circling him, stroking his body. Mike felt so obedient and submissive in his dream, yet he felt so good. He dreamed that Tom placed a hand on his shredded back, pushing him forward. Mike bent over as Tom’s hand traveled down his smooth back to the flawless ass. Tom then peeled the thin material aside to reveal Mike’s hole. “It feels so good to serve,” a voice echoed in Mike’s ear as he dreamed of Tom pushing a fat finger into his tight hole. “You need to serve and obey. Being submissive is pleasurable,” the voice repeated over and over. Mike moaned as he felt the finger stroking his insides. “Getting fucked by another man is pleasurable. You feel only pleasure.” Mike felt a second fat finger pushing into him, stretching. “You feel good being dumb and obedient. You are inferior to gay men. All straight men must serve his gay master.” Mike moaned louder as he pushed his ass backwards. He needs to serve, he needs to obey. His mind was screaming that the dream wasn’t real. But the dream felt so real. Tom then pulled his fingers from Mike’s ass and he then mounted Mike. Mike dreamed how good it felt getting dominated and fucked by another man. His body was for their pleasure. When Mike awoke the next morning, he found his abs covered in cum. He couldn’t believe he had a wet dream about getting fucked by another man. Marsha was lying beside him, “it ok, baby, everything is going to be ok.” Mike only watched as Marsha rubbed his cum into his abs and pecs. Rest of the day he tried to put the dream out of his mind. As he was about to get ready to go to the gym, Marsha stopped him. “Honey, be home early tonight. I had invited Tomas over for dinner,” she stroked his tattooed arm. Mike turned white, “why, why are you inviting him over.” The memory of the dream poured back into his consciousness. “You need to make amends with him, baby. Now being a good boy,” she gave his ass a slap. To be continued