Learning To Behave At The Gym (M/M)

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Brand spanking new fiction by very special guest author sukemnsee.  

Have you noticed how many small gyms, often 24-hour ones, are springing up? The space they occupy is relatively small but they are cheaply priced. I don’t like them. I pay the extra to be a member of a major chain because I value the whole range of facilities. The most important of these is a good sized locker room and plentiful shower facilities often with sauna and steam room too. These upstart places might have one or two mini bathrooms like a budget hotel. Just enough space to get inside for one person. I prefer the space of the classier sites, the decent lockers, the essential mixing with a whole range of men in mostly undressed state. Men openly and covertly check each other out, for muscle tone, for genitalia, for style and clothing and confidence. Who is not drawn to the peacock strutting of an alpha male? Even the boys who go through contortions under a tightly wrapped towel to change unobserved will be caught looking over if I watch carefully. And I do. I love watching people. I am sociable and am on nodding terms, even speaking, with many regulars.

We are all creatures of habit too. So many times someone will select one area of the locker room and thereafter they will always head to the same spot taking the nearest locker to preferred spot. One man, probably late 40’s, is really fit in every sense. Towel makes a brief appearance to dry not to cover. Hung and unabashed, he has a prime spot opposite the shower entrance. A lot pass him and he knows they look. The most distant section has two types. Either those who are most shy or the ones who like to mess around unobserved.  I used to be in the section before this but over a period of time, I noticed a group of three college lads that often exercised the same time so I found it convenient to be there. They started off quite unfit but working together was making a positive difference. I had often commented and had subtly moved my preferred locker closer by. They were lively, even boisterous but basically good-natured. We developed a bit of repartee. One day one of them referred to me as Grandpa which admittedly although I could qualify by age, it was a little blow to my ego. Once labelled, it was hard to shake off and I played up to it a bit for their amusement.

As I said they were boisterous and often practiced high kicks during changing or even handstands and more when it was very quiet. Putting on a show. Sometimes I would chide them, warn them they would go too far, ham up my role a bit.

“Oh you youth of today, don’t know you’re born. Larking about like this was never what we could get away with. Good clip on the ear and much more awaited us!” “One of the days you’ll go too far and you’ll have me to deal with!” “I need to teach you the error of your ways!” and so on. They loved it.

One day though, one day they were especially wired. They had lifted a new set of weights and were flushed with success. Often after being showered, they would regress like younger schoolboys and take amazing hilarity from flicking the end of a dampened towel against each other with yelps and little marks following. One day though, they were larking around and I was naked bent over by the locker bench fiddling in the toiletries bag looking for some clippers when I felt a sharp sting on my bottom. I squealed in surprise before the sharpness of the pain kicked in, stood up and whirled round to find Jason twiddling the towel and with a goofy grin on his face.

“Oops! I meant to get Dexter with that one.”

“Really, Dexter is over that side, so lie number one!”

Howard had a fit of the giggles at this point and managed to say between gasps that it might have been the wrong bum but what a perfect red triangle.

I moved closer to one of the large mirrors to look over my shoulder and he was right. Nearly central on my right buttock was a well defined red mark. A stinging red mark.

I went and sat down on the bench seat.

“Come over here Jason, your time is up!”

He approached because I told him. These were decent kids and to a degree respected age and authority. He probably thought I was going to tell him off to his face, maybe I might even ask to flick the towel at him.

“One sore bottom leads to another! Bend yourself over my knees.”

“You can’t be serious, you are not spanking me, are you?”

“Oh yes, my boy, this is long overdue!”

Jason was quite innocent really.  He was by me and guided over my lap before he fully realised. I brought down a sharp slap with my hand quickly on his right buttock, swiftly  following with a second one. I kept my palm open to get noise rather than pain. He started to wriggle as I spread my spanks about. Oh it was so pleasing to have this young man across my knee! As I continued, not too hard but enough to make it felt, he started to whimper a little, aahs that got more stretched and raised in pitch. He was not in the habit of exposing his bottom so it started creamy white but was now reddening as my hand repeatedly made contact.  I stopped for a moment and just lightly rubbed my hand around, letting him know I was in charge but not adding to his pain. As I rubbed I felt his attitude change, he was getting relief even if he did not fully comprehend how. I also used my other hand to tousle his hair. He was compliant; not looking to escape.

“Jason here is not responsible on his own for this, at least one more of you needs to go over my lap too! But first Jason has plenty waiting right now!”

And with that I restarted the spanking. He wriggled a lot more now but I still gave his head and neck comfort. He gasped more and his bottom reddened rapidly. I chided him for all his faults as I spanked away and as the pain escalated he started to repeatedly say sorry, more and more loudly, as if that was a release button to stop. He was sorry though, I could feel it from his demeanour, but as I did not want to break him I called a halt to it. I told him to stand and then face the wall so we could all see the red bottom he had earned. He did exactly as told. I looked up at the other two and they looked nervously back. Then Howard stepped up and placed himself in the vacant position. He said he had found it funny when the towel snapped my arse, so he would share the pain with Jason. He also quietly said he had never been spanked ever before and requested that I would not be too hard on him.

Howard was a little taller and just a bit meatier. He was able to plant his hands more firmly on the ground and so held his position more comfortably. Oh what a thrill it was to have this boy over my knee like this, I could feel I had more excitement myself, hidden from view by his body. As with Jason I spanked more for effect than for deep pain. I spread the spanks all over his meatier globes, varying positions so he never really knew where the next impact was coming from and by his gasps he felt it when I repeated on one spot consecutively. Already I hoped I would be spanking these boys some other time, yes, including Dexter as well. I paused and rubbed, giving Howard that feeling of relief and safety for a moment. When I resumed he wriggled a lot more so my hand moved from his hair and gripped him firmly underneath. With the right amount of squeezing it became very firm! I took him to quite a red state but he made less noise than Jason but I was satisfied that my spanking was effective. This spanking was far from silent and some of the other guys in the changing room had formed a small audience.  Most of them were wearing just a towel, but I spotted several discreetly playing with themselves as they watched the stimulating scene.

I had finished with Howard and told him to stand side by side with Jason on display.  What a sight, two young men and four rosy cheeks, although in those minutes the redness on Jason was subsiding to a pinkness. I don’t know what Dexter made of all this. Did he feel guilty for escaping punishment? He had been quite open mouthed watching his friends getting their spanking, rather like a goldfish at times. I stayed seated for a few moments and had swiftly slid my towel into my groin so my excitement was not super visible.

To my surprise, one of the older lads, probably aged about 25 and I think his name was Roger stepped forward in front of me, without a towel and wearing only an erection and told me he needed a spanking too. He was guilty of lots of selfish pleasures and needed taking properly in hand . I reached my hand forward playing to the still gathered crowd and grasped his firmness.

“Given the state of this, it will hardly be a punishment if I give you a spanking!”

He protested that was just from watching but any time he had been spanked before it had soon gone down.  Obviously he had a lot more experience than my boys. Following my nod he placed himself over my knees, his erection rubbing against my thigh as I started. I spanked a lot more firmly now. He did not flinch until I rained slap after slap continuously on one part of his left buttock. I had by now told both boys to turn around and watch a serious spanking. They stood there transfixed not caring that they were still naked or noticing that Howard quickly developed a strong boner. I said nothing of course but privately resolved that there would be more to follow with him at some future date. All the time I kept my hand working over Roger it was getting quite sore but the objective was to get him as sore as he deserved. Often as I slapped him with force his still strong erection rubbed against my thigh. There was bound to be precum leaking but I did wonder if the end result would be thick and creamy!

I did pause after a while, not to rub his head but to get relief for my hand. If I had ever known the day would turn out like this I could have come prepared with a hairbrush or a slipper. Even the trousers I wore did not need a belt and just about everybody else was wearing trackies.

Roger needed more. I told him to get down on the floor on his hands and knees with his bottom raised high. Hopefully not too many were thinking about mounting him! I had spotted something. I picked up a boxing glove I had seen. A bright shiny branded red glove. I was not punching or fisting him but instead I used it to swipe against him, sort of like using a solid flogger. It made comfortable red marks and a lot of noise. It was effective the way he wriggled to start to avoid. I had almost finished with him when we were interrupted by a member of the staff, one of the supervisors if not actually management. He said it was time to stop and that the four of us, Roger, Jason, Howard and myself needed to pop on a towel and come to discuss our membership in the back office. We duly followed him and I almost started to regret the recent events.

Once in his office, he told us that we should not be making such a spectacle in the locker room. There would be times when boys could be present or other adults that would find our behaviour offensive. He had watched our antics for a long time and captured it all on video but needed to intervene as that position on the floor that Roger had could lead to all manner of behaviour. I was feeling the boot on the other foot now as we were admonished after my lording it over the younger folk. I now expected we would get expelled and I would simply plead leniency for the others.

He then shocked us by saying he also found the whole scene an incredible turn on. Watching all the punishment made him realise how naughty he was. Obviously due to his position at the club he could not be seen taken down by other members but he needed to be corrected himself and now. If we would promise two things then all would be well. One, punishment when needed should not be in the open locker room but arranged to take place in the office. He quite expected that word would get round and several guys would be quietly asking to be dealt with. Two, he needed a flogging right now, bent over his desk. He had an old gym shoe, a broad leather belt and a recent find in a locker left padlocked for several weeks, a straight cane. I had no choice but to agree. Without further ado he bent over his desk. A full bottom in black sweatpants. I picked up the gym shoe and set to work. It had quite a pliable sole, just what I would like to have used earlier. I rained down several strokes thoroughly warming him up. He was taking it well. I turned to the other three and made them drop towels, bend over in a line together at the other side of the office and spent a few minutes working the shoe up and down till they probably had a buttock warmed up some twelve times each. Ian had stayed bent over all through. I returned to him, felt inside his pants and was pleased he was warm to touch. I peeled down the sweatpants and picked up the belt, the others got up and turned around to watch. I smoothed out the grey colour briefs, put the buckle in my hand and wrapped it enough times to give me about eighteen inches of loose black leather just over one inch wide that I had good control of. It was not too heavy a belt but I knew I could make it be felt. I brought it in a wide arc crashing dead centre and watched the momentary indentation on the fabric. He gasped straightaway. I followed this up with five more lashes that made him far more vocal, each one placed slightly overlapping the previous as I worked down so that there was new and reawakening fire. I reckoned he was no stranger to receiving a beating and although he was getting noisier he had plenty left to endure.

I stopped and turned around belt still in hand.  Immediately without words or defined signal, Howard dropped his towel then turned and bent over. The others then followed. I went along the line as before, each belt stroke producing a yelp and a broad red band on the flesh. I gave them two each with Roger getting three before telling them to stand. Now back to Ian. I slowly lowered his underwear to his ankles and his bottom was broadly red. In quick succession I brought down another series of hard licks of the belt. He cried out every time and the broad bands were a far deeper red.

I unwrapped the belt and set it down and instead picked up the cane, swishing it around in the air, hearing that whistle and getting the measure of it. It was a good weight and pliable, not too thin or thick, about the circumference of my little finger. I approached Ian and told him that his behaviour had earned a thorough thrashing that would finish with these 12 strokes of the cane. He was to count each stroke and thank me. He was not to get up or I might add to the count or even start over. Each stroke would remind him of the need to mend his ways.  I laid the first stroke quite high but with plenty of force. He yelped. As I waited for him to count and thank me I could see a fine red line appearing and then swelling above the previous redness from the belt. He said his words and with a resounding crack I laid the next stroke just below the first. The immediate impact on the red area was a band of whiteness rapidly developing into a deeper swollen red line. Another one and he felt it alright as it was accompanied by a sharp drawdown of breath. I let him have three more of those, each time just a little lower and getting bigger gasps. For the next stroke I put some angle and recovered old ground. He shouted that time. When he counted and thanked me he had started to ask for the next stroke as well, obviously some other person dishing out had required this on an earlier occasion!  I told him to wait a while and turned to face the others. As before, without bidding Howard dropped his towel and turning, bent over. Just as the others started to follow I stopped them and told Howard to stand. I told them their cane strokes would be individual and different. I selected Jason first and told him to bend himself over the prostrate Ian with a grip at his shoulders. I made him spread his legs widely too. It was awkward but he managed it. I laid the first stroke, not with the same force but he still gave a little scream and the red line was instant and angry. I followed up with another stroke but much lower so there was no overlap. He cried out and started stamping his feet as if that could take away some of his pain. I let him awhile and then told him to get up and for Howard to take his place. As Jason moved you could see his muscles arguing with the line of pain. I had gone easy but he hated that cane just then. Howard draped himself without instruction over Ian. I had no idea of the sexuality of either of Ian or the other three but if they were embarrassed by this intimate contact then that added to the punishment. I laid a first stroke on Howard, again enough to hurt but not harm and he whistled involuntarily as he drew in breath. He then gave the count, thanks and request as Ian had done. Again as with Jason I laid his second stroke firmly but considerately. He gave a prolonged aargh mutating into an ouch, but once he regained composure he gave the count. I told him as a newbie that was his lot for today and beckoned Roger to replace him. As Howard moved back to stand he vigorously tried to rub the pain out of his bottom. Roger was either inept or playing up, he took ages to get himself properly into the desired position over Ian but in the process there was lots of close contact, I suspected this was deliberate and so decided he would get the same level of pain as Ian had. He shot up as he cried out when the first stroke landed. I told him to get back down and in one move this time. He complied and gave the count. The second was fierce and was close enough to the first to deeply hurt and again he cried out and then wriggled a lot but stopped when I lightly tapped him with the end of the cane. There was no count, maybe he thought he was getting two like the boys. I laid another fierce stroke and he cried lustily then protested the unfairness that he was getting extra. I reminded him that he had asked for punishment that day and maybe he should think about how many I was giving to Ian.  He went quiet. I was originally planning to make it three for him but after the intervention I added a fourth with a slight angle. He screamed,  shot up and then rushed to get back down and kept saying sorry. I let him wait then told him to rise.

Now Ian was there still prone and he knew there was more to come. I followed the same plan as before except it was six in total with the last stroke angled. Overall he had taken a lot and very well. He lay very still, beaten in spirit as well as body. He sobbed quietly. There was a pause and I laid the cane down at the side. I said that was the end of punishment today. Ian stayed still, waves of pain pulsing through him. His bottom was a mass of angry red ridges above a greater area of redness that almost had a blue tinge as bruising from the belt developed. His lower legs were very pale white and showed up this contrast. Roger stepped forward close behind Ian. He had dropped his towel and was once more erect. He masturbated for a few moments then sent copious jets of his cum landing on Ian’s bottom. He stood still for a second then reached over and rubbed the drying liquid around the red areas. Ian stayed still. Roger moved back and having seen what happened Jason and Howard also moved forward and positioned themselves either side of the bottom rather than behind and then also worked their erections. Somehow it all seemed natural but they may never have done something as intimate in front of each other before. They did not take long and Jason was quite a grunter as they sent the white ropes flying almost at the same time, though Howard was marginally behind. They stepped back.  I told all three of them  they should go and get cleaned up and they left.  Ian was still prone over the desk. He was breathing steadily. I moved around the front of the desk to by his head, telling him I needed my own satisfaction now and I expected he knew what to do. He complied simply. The door opened and Howard said he had brought a towel for Ian to clean up. He looked across and surely guessed. He swiftly left the room. That moment took me over the edge, the thought that at any time while we were punishing the boys earlier that anyone could have entered the office, and that throughout Howard had behaved well. That I was sure this was not to be the last encounter by far. Satisfied I pulled away and told Ian he should stand.  He got up gently, confessing that he got more than he expected but was happy. He probably could not have got up much quicker as he needed time for the pains to die down. He said that we should have a longer chat some other time and so I too exited for the changing rooms. It was back to normal in there, the boys had gone, I had no idea if Dexter waited for Jason and Howard. I would find out next week and I was already looking forward to it. It was a great day at the gym!

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D I S C L A I M E R

All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real gyms, businesses or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Story © MMXVI by Sukemnsee, used here by very kind permission

Picture © Jonathan (Model: Rod)

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