Jana wanted to watch me lift weights.
Mistress Leigh had me bring the weight bench and a few weights upstairs, and out on her patio. That way they could sunbathe and watch me work out. They could have me stop and massage, or get drinks, or whatever, and then I’d go back to weightlifting.
Initially, I wore a body-builder speedo, but Mistress thought my speedo was too “confining”. So she had me wear a pair of her panties, that would have passed as Weight-Lifter’s bikinis, except they were much thinner material. When I perspired, the moisture made them somewhat see-thru.
In the hot sun, I pumped the weights, and was quicky soaked with sweat.
Jana said, “Look at those muscles! And you OWN those muscles!”
Mistress Leigh smiled, “That’s right. Keep pumping slave. I want those muscles big and bulging.”
Jana commented, “Look, I think he’s getting hard!”
Mistress Leigh stood up and went to the end of the weight bench, looking down on me, as I pumped the barbells. She wore a tiny thong bikini, and high heels, and had her hands on her hips. (She knew high heels and her hands on her hips was a major turn-on for me).
“Is Jana right? Are you getting excited working out for your Mistresses?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered.
The panties were soaked, see-thru, like a second skin. My cock was trapped in the gusset, which bulged, but I could not get fully hard unless I was allowed to adjust my cock.
My legs were spread, on either side of the bench. Mistress crouched down and stroked my balls, “Pump that iron for your Mistress!”
I pumped my barbells as she teased me, my arms burning.
Mistress stood back up, hands on hips, “Adjust that cock where we can see it.”
“Yes Mistress,” as I (gratefully) put the barbell in it’s rack, and adjusted my cock to the side….still contained in the panties, but now able to be fully erect.
Jana, commented, “That weight bench is the perfect height for Sam to kneel, and fuck your slave. Maybe fuck him while he’s working out.”
Mistress exclaimed, “What a great idea! Slave, go get your butt-plug. From now on, you are to wear your plug while you work out. And shave your body with every shower; no hair anywhere on my Roman warrior.”
Moments later, I laid on the bench, and they watched, as I worked the plug into my ass. It was large, and it took a while for my sphincter to adjust. It was so demeaning, and yet, my cock stayed hard, spewing pre-cum. Finally the bulb slid past my sphincter, and the plug was seated. I felt so FULL.
I was preparing to put my panties back on, and continue my weight-lifting, and Jana stood up, and started pulling down her bikini bottom, (she was already topless).
“Grab your dumbbells,” she smirked, as she straddled my waist, looking down on me.
I laid on my back on the weight bench, and extended my arms to the sides, and began curling my dumbbells, and she stood above me, her pussy right above my hard cock. Then she lowered, grabbed my cock, and guided the head to her pussy. I continued to curl my dumbbells as her pussy slowly glided down.
Her eyes were at half-mast. Her legs carried all of her weight, and she began to perspire. Slowly, she lowered herself until her pussy could comfortably take all of my cock. I felt her body weight as her wonderful pussy fully adjusted to my cock, and then she was still, not “fucking” per se, just “absorbing” my cock, and she quietly uttered, “Keep pumping,” as she started gently rocking her hips.
Then Mistress Leigh straddled my face, facing her sister, and lowered, presenting her ass. She lowered harshly, crushing my mouth.
I worked my hardened tongue on Mistress’s rear hole, barely able to breath, with my arms extended to my sides, still curling the dumbbells.
Jana’s rocking was now animated; she was vigorously grinding/fucking me. I could not last; she’d be making me cum any minute. I was never allowed to cum without permission, and mumbled, “CUM,” as Mistress ground her ass on my mouth.
Again, I muffled, “I’m cumming! Cum! Cum!” Over and over. I implored, but did not hear permission, so I held on long as I could, and then the dam broke.
I CAME! I CAME HARD! I MOANED INTO MISTRESS, AND CAME!
I dropped the dumbbells to the sides, and groaned, and continued to lick my Mistress. Despite the ecstasy, I was terrified of punishment for cumming, and my cock shrunk quickly, and flopped out of Jana unceremoniously.
Mistress stood up; Jana was still sitting on my (soft and shrunken) cock.
“Lick her clean,” said Mistress, and Jana wearing the smile of the “freshly-fucked”, slid up to my mouth.
The plug in my ass suddenly seemed like an “invader”.
It had been almost “snuggly” imbedded inside me; now I wanted it removed.
Mistress read my mind, “When your finished with Jana, put your panties back on, and continue your workout.”
For the rest of the day, I pumped iron, and rested my muscles when I served drinks, food, massaging, whatever, then back to the weights….on display, the plug still snug in my ass. Jana really liked the show, muscle-boy, taut and sweaty.
Jana commented, “What a body! I bet he could be in those competitions, where men wear next to nothing and get greased up and flex.”
Mistress Leigh’s face lit up, “I think you’re on to something!” Looking at me, “I’ve been pondering new ways to show you off. Take off your panties. Get on you knees in front of me.”
She squirted lotion in my hand, “Make yourself hard.”
I was hard in seconds. Having cum a few hours before, I’d last much longer, for whatever cruel game she was cooking up. I had spent hours and hours on my knees before Mistress, stroking myself, as we conversed. In this manner, dying to cum, I’d spilled every secret I had.
She narrowed her look at me, “You are to research competitions, and enter one. It had better be the best and most appropriate for you, or you’ll be punished like never before.”
Every time she mentioned punishment, I remembered the night-long tortuous punishment for merely asking to cum. Her punishment had worked; I would never cross Mistress again. I researched competitions, though I had zero interest in body builder competition, and signed up.
It was a regional, amateur competition.
I never went to a gym; I worked out at Mistress’s house, where she supervised, (and groomed) me. I was allowed to wear only Mistress-approved work-out panties, plus, unless instructed otherwise, the plug was in my ass. (I grew to enjoy the plug in my ass). And I started looking forward to wearing the sexy work-out panties.
I’d be on the bench, on my back, pumping barbells,
legs spread on either side, (with the plug in my ass), while Mistress sat on the bench between my legs, stroking my cock thru my work-out panties, “I want you hard when you work out for me. Stand up, Do some poses.”
I was already hard, and going thru the poses, she kept me hard, with sexy comments, “I love those big slave muscles. We’re going to give your cock-muscle a good workout tonight. Keep that cock hard for me.” If I started to get soft, I stroked myself, as she continued her appraisal, “That’s my slave boy. Pose for Mistress.”