Gym Slave

Marc is entranced by a playful exchange between two men and a woman on the street, and follows the men to their gym. On impulse he joins, but this is not a gay gym, and Marc finds himself systematically ignored. To challenge this he adopts increasingly provocative workout clothes. He is courting danger, as gym staff member Anatole tries to warn him.<br><br>But Marc doesn't listen, because one of the gym members, Orestes, appears to be showing interest. Orestes even propositions Marc in the parking lot behind the gym. The encounter is intense, beyond Marc's expectations. But it takes Marc down a path leading to captivity and utter degradation, which exposes him to unexplored aspects of his own inner nature.<br><br>Anatole rescues Marc, but needs rescuing himself from his own emotional suppression. Orestes re-enters the picture, and the dynamics of the threesome are sufficient to drive Marc to the edge of a personal abyss. He must choose between living the life of an ordinary gay man and that of a true "Sub." The BDSM relationship challenges his deepest values, but will is also feed his deepest passions?

Gordon Phillips · LGBT+

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35 Chs

Chapter 17

The result was, by the time of my next meal, I was in a thoroughly rotten state. I was in acute pain, and my mind was a fury of moiling angry thoughts. I was momentarily cowed when he first opened the door, but watching him calmly replace the old meal with the new, and present the little paper cup with the pills—while completely ignoring me, well—thatdid it.

I threw the plate of food at him, leapt out of the bed, and began screaming. I used every abusive word in my lexicon—focusing mainly, however, on Anatole’s obesity (which he really wasn’t), his stupidity, and his family tree. And I screamed the words directly into his face.

In consequence, I didn’t see his fist coming when he hit me. I just felt it, an explosion in the right side of my head. I was conscious of the shock, and of flying backwards, into a bookshelf, and falling, only to have a cascade of dislodged volumes fall down on me. I raised my arms over my head, but did nothing else. I felt utterly done in.

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