The Fitness Center is a place of rigorous physical exercise; everyone who comes here does so because they want to feel better, look better, and be healthier. Or so they tell themselves; many also come to be looked at, or to look at others, to feel desirable and be surrounded by sweaty bodies. And that too is easy to do here.
Around the room are blue-clad trainers, each in their own full-body spandex jumpsuit, men and women dedicated to making sure the customers give these exercises their best efforts, and truly get their money's worth for their membership. They give criticism, support, and advice. They give diet tips and direction, and tough love. Just such encouragement is being given by one trainer in the far corner, a striking man with frosted blond surfer hair and a sure smile. His client is on his knees in front of the trainer, grunting and straining and sweating with the efforts of his exercises.
"Come on," says the trainer. "You've got this!
"I can't," the man pants. "I'm going to come!" The man's cock, protruding from his partially-lowered workout shorts, is currently buried deep inside the ass of a younger man, perhaps late teens or early twenties. The younger man is completely naked, splayed on hands and knees on a mat on the gym floor, his wrists and ankles held down by tight straps. The gym-goer plows the boy roughly, hips swiveling in exhausted effort as he thrusts his manhood repeatedly into the younger man's anus.
"Don't you dare!" chastises the trainer. "No coming before he does, got it? I know you can do this. Just a little longer. He's hard as a rock. Just push yourself!"
The client tries to reach around to the young man's member, perhaps to verify the trainer's words, perhaps to get the young man off more quickly. But the trainer smacks the back of the client's hand. "No you don't!" he says. "You know the rules. You fuck his ass until he comes from it. You can last, I know you can. Just keep going!"
The man groans against the effort, but pushes himself harder, deeper inside the young man, grabbing the young man's hips to snap him back against the thrusts. The trainer looks on impassively as the man's dick cleaves the flesh before it, the young man's anal muscles parting around the invading member in a wet slide. The young man whimpers, his rectal muscles clench and spasm, and finally he comes all over the mat and floor.
The gym member gasps in relief and buries himself deep, spilling his seed into the young man with reckless abandon. He collapses on top of the younger man when he's done, panting and groaning.
"There you go!" says the trainer with enthusiasm. "Very nice. I knew you had it in you."
Elsewhere, against the back wall, another man in trainer blues helps a young blond gentleman pick out his equipment. Standing flush against the far wall are a number of nude men of varying sizes, shapes, and ages, lined up in order of penis size. Their cocks are rock hard and held that way by tightly cinched straps around their balls and the bases of their shafts. The trainer and the blond walk along the line of them, inspecting the erect phalluses.
"I think you're ready to move up to ten inches today," says the trainer encouragingly. They stop in front of a naked black man, tall with chiseled muscles and a blank expression. His enormous cock stands ready and eager.
"Are you sure?" asks the blond uncertainly. "I feel like we only just started with the nine."
The trainer nods. "I have faith in you. Have you been putting in that extra prep time stretching like I told you?"
"Yeah," says the blond, but it has a note of uncertainty about it. The trainer lifts an eyebrow.
"Show me," says the trainer. "Touch your toes."
The man bends far over, his fingers sliding down across his ankles. As he does so, the trainer reaches over and pulls the man's shorts down a few inches, reaching his hand in and sticking two fingers into the man's anus. He stretches and wiggles them a moment, experimentally, before adding a third. It slides in easily; the blond man's ass is slippery with oil and loose with preparation. The trainer slides his fingers in and out of the relaxed muscles for a minute or two before removing them and nodding his approval. "Good," he says. "You're finally learning how to stretch properly. Now, ten inches. You know the drill—oral first."
The black man steps out from the wall at the trainer's gesture, standing straddling one of the blue floor mats. The blond man sinks to his knees and pops the head of the man's cock into his mouth.
"Easy does it now," says the trainer. "Go slow."
The blond man obeys, slowly lowering his head onto the man's straining penis, sliding it inch by inch down into his throat. The trainer offers him guidance and encouragement the entire time. "Thaaat's it," says the man in blue. "Just relax your throat, keep going. Just a little further. Breathe in through your nose. Almost got it... there you go."
The blond stops with his head at the black man's crotch, balls brushing his chin. He lets out a long, deliberate exhale.
"Good," says the trainer. "Now give me thirty reps."
The blond man begins to bob his head, drawing his mouth off of the cock he is swallowing until only the head remains within his lips, then slowly pressing himself forward, engulfing the member until he encases it completely, stuffing it all the way down his throat. The black man moans at the depth, but the tight strap constricting his manhood keeps him from coming.
The blond man's bobs are deep and uniform. At one point he begins to draw only halfway off the cock before forcing it back down, and his trainer chastises him for it. "Come on now!" says the man in blue. "All the way off! You can do it."
The trainer counts strokes for the blond man, and when he has reached thirty, forces him further. "Now thirty more!" he demands.
The blond groans, but continues, swallowing the enormous member down his throat over and over. Once he heaves forward too fast and chokes as the cock hits the back of his throat. "Easy," says the trainer as the blond man coughs. "Take it slow. It's not a race. Concentrate on getting it nice and deep. That's right—just like that."
Sixty reps later, the trainer calls a halt. "Alright," he says. "That was good for now. Time to switch."
The blond man backs up and together they lay the black man down on his back. The blond man moves to straddle him, one knee on either side of the prone man's torso.
"Whenever you're ready," says the trainer. "At your own pace."
The blond man reaches a hand behind him to grab the black man's cock, holding it steady and carefully lining it up with his anus. When the tip of the head rests snugly at his entrance, just barely pushing against the tight ring of muscle, the blond begins to lower himself. His ass widens and stretches as it engulfs the cock, spreading around the invading flesh and embracing it, devouring it inch by inch, slowly, slowly, until the blond is seated balls-deep on the phallus. He moans at the thickness of the penetration as it finds its home inside him.
"Okay," says the trainer. "Now slowly, concentrating on your thigh muscles, start to lift. I want fifty thrusts."
In addition to self-improvement, many of the members are also interested in sports and other competitions. On one side of the room, a female trainer helps two men who are simultaneously penetrating the same boy, one in the boy's mouth and the other in his anus. The boy is spread between them, much like the earlier man, on a mat with straps holding him down on all fours.
"John, you're a little fast," says the trainer to the man fucking the boy's mouth. "Watch Jim. Synchronized, boys, keep an eye on each other. Aaand thrust. And in. And in. And in." She chants the orders in rhythm, trying to get the two men aligned. When they don't meet her standards she claps her hands once and shakes her head. "No, no. Alright. Out."
The two men draw their cocks from the boy. He sags, obviously exhausted. His body is more synchronized than the men, it seems; saliva drips from his panting lips just as a trickle of oil makes its way out of the boy's anus and trails down the smooth, reddened ass-cheek.
"Your technique is great guys," says the trainer, "but you're just not getting in sync! This is about paying attention to your partner and watching his movements. Your timing has to be exact, alright? In at the same moment, out at the same moment."
"Can't we take a break?" asks the pitiful voice of the man who was in the boy's ass. "I'm only really half-hard at this point."
"Oh no!" barks the trainer. "None of that! You'll get a break once we get this right. Now, stiff up and get into position."
The two men gird themselves, pumping their cocks a few times to make sure they're fully hard, and position themselves so the very tips of their cocks rest just outside the boy's various orifices, barely nudging his flesh.
"Aaaand slide," says the trainer, and the two men begin to slowly push in. One cock slips past the boy's lips and down into his throat, and the other parts his anus and drills slowly deeper and deeper.
The trainer calls out the thrusts, and this time the men are in perfect harmony. In unison they thrust their hips forward, impaling the boy as though on a spit. In unison they draw back out, keeping an eye on each other as their cocks slide back. Then forward again; the boy's body is squeezed between them, plundered at both ends, split and filled. And then out once more. The men work together, fucking him in precise motions almost like a dance, like their share one body, mirrored between them.
The trainer claps. "You got it! Perfect!" she calls as they slide forward again, forcing the boy's body to swallow them. "Keep it up just like that, and you could even make it to the Olympic team!"