SKINTRADE RONNIE Ronnie came home after a late night workou..

SKINTRADE RONNIE Ronnie came home after a late night workout and stripped out of his sweaty workout clothes down to his tight white briefs. As part of his nightly routine, he sat down at his computer and checked his email. It was then he saw the email invitation for a free membership at the newest gym in town. He was used to receiving them. Every gym owner wants a champion bodybuilder working out at their gym, it draws in new customers. Everyone wants to workout with a champion. He has been hearing a lot of good reviews about SkinTrade in other cities. However, he never really got sold on all men gyms, they draws too many fags. Ronnie was about to delete the email when he noticed the link to a video promoting the gym. “What the hack,” he said to himself and hit the link. It was a standard introduction video, showing the gym, it’s layout, and the special benefits it offers. There were a lot of shirtless muscle bound jocks and bodybuilders. Ronnie rolled his eyes. Suddenly the screen flashed a few times. “Shitty production,” Ronnie mumbled to himself. However, the music in the background was relaxing. He subconsciously reached down and squeezed his hard cock through his briefs. “Damn, I’m horny,” he whispered to himself as he continued to watch the preview video. When the video ended, Ronnie found himself replying to the email and scheduling an appointment the next day for a new member orientation. Ronnie then went to bed. During the night he dreamed of working out at the gym. He was naked as he pumped out each rep. His thick cock was rock hard and oozing. He woke so horny that he wrapped his large fist around his throbbing cock and jerked off until he came all over his washboard abs. He hasn’t jerked himself off in so long. Even though he was wearing baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt he turned a lot of heads as he walked down the street. The SkinTrade gym was easy to find. It’s facade was modern with a lot of glass and steel. When he entered he was greeted with a large reception area with alot more steel and glass, and elegant black marble floors. In the center of the large room was a round reception desk with a blonde muscle bound guy standing behind it. “Hello, I’m Cody. Welcome to SkinTrade. How may I help you,” the blonde muscle boy flashed his pearly white smile. Ronnie was impressed by Cody. The kid was built. The blue polo shirt was stretched over the boy’s massive pecs and huge arms. “Hi Cody, I’m Ronnie. I have an appointment with a Mr. Christian,” Ronnie responded. “Ah, yes. Ronnie, welcome. I’m Dean Christian, the manager here,” a tall athletic looking man, Ronnie’s age, approached him from a side office. “It’s a pleasure that you decided to give our gym a try,” Mr. Christian gripped Ronnie’s right hand. The grip was strong. “Cody, get Ronnie a complimentary Alpha-B,” the manager turned to the muscle boy. “Each time you work out here you get a free Alpha-B pre-workout drink. One of many benefits for working out here at SkinTrade,” Dean Christian said as Cody handed Ronnie a can. “Alpha-B? I haven’t heard of it before,” Ronnie opened the can and took a slip. “Mmm, good,” Ronnie tasted it and looked at the label. The health conscious bodybuilder hasn't heard of most of the ingredients but it seems harmless. “While you enjoy the drink, Let me show you around the gym,” Mr. Christian put his hand on the back of Ronnie’s wide shoulders and led him through the gym. The weight room was large and held almost every equipment and station one could imagine. Upstairs, overlooking the weight room and workout machines, was the cardio selection. There were rooms for wrestling, mixed martial arts, and boxing. There was an Olympic size pool, three hot tubes, two dry saunas and two steam rooms. It even offered tanning, body grooming, and massage therapy, everything you can dream of. Ronnie at once noticed that the gym had two types of clientele. The younger, inshape guys and the older, less in shape. The younger men were mostly shirtless as they workout and train, some even wore just in their underwear. “How do you get away with the dress code,” Ronnie asked as he noticed a guy as built as he was carrying two 45lbs weights across the weight room in only a very small posing briefs. “Being an only men's club, we have no dress code. Our members who wish to wear very little, feel that it is less restrictive while working out,” Christian replied. Finally they made it back to the reception area. As they approached Mr. Christian office, two uniformed police officers entered carrying their gym bags. They checked in with Cody, who handed each officer an Alpha-B drink. “Hi, Mr. Christian,” both officers waved at the manager. “Enjoy your workout guys,” Mr, Christian waved back. “We have several police officers and firefighters working out here.” Ronnie couldn’t help but notice how muscular both officers were. Their uniforms were tight over their muscular bodies, showing off their huge arms and muscular legs and glutes. Ronnie then followed Mr. Christian into his office. “So do we go ahead and sign you up for the free membership,” the manager asked. “I don’t know, I still have some doubts that . . .” Ronnie suddenly felt a prick on his thick muscular neck and everything went blank. Mr. Christian smiled as the pro-bodybuilder collapsed onto the floor. He then stepped over the heap of muscles to his desk. He pressed the intercom button, “Cody, I will be needing your assistance.” “Yes, master,” Cody’s voice came back over the intercom. As he waited for Cody Mr. Christian sat in his chair and smiled at the out cold bodybuilder laying on the floor. The images of himself working out naked filled Ronnie’s vision. He was pumping out each rep of heavy weight. Sweat was pouring from his hard body, as his cock throb and leaking onto the floor. Older men were standing around him feeling him up, groping his huge muscles. He dropped the weights and began to flex for them. He could only think about how much the men were enjoying his body. Ronnie wanted to pleasure them. It feels so good when men use him and worship him. It was his only purpose at SkinTrade, to pleasure other men. The visor and earphones over Ronnie’s head were bombarding his senses. Over and over the voice over the headset told him how good it was to pleasure other men. How good it was to be fucked, that it was the ultimate form of muscle worship. He was built to be fucked and pleasure other men. As images through the visor show him kneeling before another man and taking his cock into his mouth, Ronnie began to suck on the hose with its dildo shaped head that was secured into his mouth. As he sucked on the fake cock, he was rewarded with pure Alpha-B which made his muscles pumped and mind pleasantly open and docile. His thick, muscular legs were secured to stirrups that lifted and spread them into the air, while a machine was thrusting a dildo in and out of his hole. While being fucked by the machine, the images bombarding his mind were showing him take a cock one after another. The voice in his head told him how good it felt. Sensors on his large hard nipples stimulated the feeling of men licking and biting them. Mr. Christian walked along the side of the examining table, caressing the length of the bodybuilder’s chiseled body. He was pleased how Ronnie was reacting to the programming. Ronnie’s cock was standing straight up and bouncing in response to the fuck machine and the sensually bombardment of his mind. Ronnie’s muscles were flexing and bulging, his veins were pumped, as sweat formed a glistening steer over them. He couldn’t wait to fuck that prime piece of meat for himself. With in an hour, the straight cocky muscle stud would be a horny, mindless himbo wanting only to be bigger and get fucked. Outside the SkinTrade gym, big Ronnie would be his normal straight, arrogant alpha self, but inside he would give up control to the older paying members and became an obedient fuck toy. When he left the gym, however, he would have no memories of what happened while he was inside the SkinTrade, except that he had an awesome workout and felt so good and relaxed. Mr. Christian always insisted on being the first man to fuck the gym’s newest boys. When he knew that Ronnie’s reprogramming was finished and he was close to cumming, the manager turned off the machines. The helmet over Ronnie’s head was removed as was the tube in his mouth and the fuck machine withdrewed from his sore, ruined hole. When the helmet was removed, the first thing Ronnie saw was Mr. Christian standing between his spread legs. The masculine bodybuilder looked upon the manager in submissive devotion. “Please,” Ronnie moaned in his deep, masculine voice. Mr. Christian smiled as he aimed his cock at the stretched muscle pussy and pushed into Ronnie. Ronnie grunted and let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Mr. Christian loved the look of the big muscle stud withering in lust as he slammed in and out of Ronnie’s ass. It didn’t take the macho bodybuilder long to whimper to be allowed cum. “Cum for me, bitch,” the manager slammed all the way into Ronnie and paused. “Ahh, aw, fffuck,” Ronnie arched his back off the table. His muscular ass clamped down on the cock as this body spasmed. Long strings of cum shot out of Ronnie’s throbbing cock and landed over his massive pecs and face. He seemed like he would never stop cumming. As he came, his ass muscles milked Mr. Christian’s cock. “Yes, that’s it,” Christian threw his head back and cried out as he came deep inside Ronnie. Ronnie was surprised how late it was when he stepped out of the SkinTrade with his new gym bag over his massive shoulders. After his tour of the gym, he talked to Mr. Christian, and got to workout for several hours. It was an awesome workout.