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walking again. In
the rear of the men’s locker room there’s a solid red painted metal
door with the words “Personnel Only” the vagueness of the door
doesn’t seem to bother Kevin though, who holds the door open for me
this time as I pass through behind him.
    I step into a filthy corridor that smells
like cleaning chemicals. There’s only a narrow passageway to walk
through because the walls are lined with plumbing and two
water-heaters that nearly seal the path. Watching Kevin maneuver
through here is almost comical as his larger frame literally rubs
against the plumbing as he passes.
    “ Where are we going?” I ask,
as far as I can tell the room dead-ends not twenty feet from the
door we entered. As Kevin squeezes past the second water heater he
begins shuffling through his pockets and pulls out his keys. Though
I can’t see him completely I hear him open yet another door for me.
The room we enter is unlike anything I’ve seen at the gym before.
It’s a little smaller than the third floor women’s weight room, but
it’s loaded with some of the most intense work-out equipment I’ve
ever seen. The single ceiling light softly reflects a rust colored
tint to everything, as if lit by torch.
    “ This is where the serious
trainers come to test ourselves. It’s free from the distraction of
the crowded main gym. And this is where we bring girls who want to
prove themselves,” he gestures. “You asked me what you could do,
Melanie,” I nodded, it was as true now as it was then, but I still
had no idea where this was going. “I’m going to ask you to not do something, and
depending on your success or failure at this task you’ll determine
how we’ll go from here.”
    “ I’m ready for anything,” I
said confidently, and it was true. In the last hour I’ve been
scared and felt like quitting, and pressing on more than I had in
years.
    “ For tonight, and from here
on, you’re going to give up your right to let yourself cum,” he
said coldly. “From here on, that is my role, and my role only .”
    As he gestures to the various parts of the
room he begins to strip, first removing his sleeveless workout
shirt freeing the mighty girth of his pecs and shoulders. Next he
sheds his gym-shorts to his boxer briefs where the tip of his cock
barely pokes out from the bottom, begging to be released. There’s a
grace to the way the man strips, as if he looks more comfortable
without the clothes that restrict his vascular physique. “I’m going
to be interrogating you in a moment. And during that time if you at
once slip up, I’m leaving you here, and I’m taking your clothes
with me. And that will be the end of us.” I physically gulped. What
would Kevin be asking me? What did he want me to tell him? I
realize now that this is a test of my determination, and I vow
to
    “ If you understand
everything I’ve just told you, and you still want to continue with
this,” he says as he turns revealing to me for the first time his
colossal throbbing hard shaft, “What are you going to do now?” I
stare, hypnotized by the girth of his erection. I can feel my mouth
flooding with saliva as I think of how it would feel inside me.
“Don’t think too hard, Melanie.”
    “ I’m going to do whatever
you want me to do,” I reply. I’m amazed at how incredible it feels
to release myself in this way, yet it flows out so
naturally.
    “ That’s a good girl,” he
lauds, “Now step up here, and let’s see how well controlled you
are.” My ever-present want and need to impress Kevin leads me to
stand up onto the strangely positioned machine, but before I can
get my second foot up he stops me. “Not like that, strip,” he
instructs, and I happily oblige. I slide my workout top and
sports-bra off, letting my pink pebbly swollen D-cups stiffen in
front of him. For a moment his guard drops and I can feel him
appetizing over the sight of my perky virgin breasts. I lower my
gym shorts to my ankles, but when I go to slide