1. ****d


    Date: 4/29/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: malesub01, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    t only took 45 minutes but I talked myself into going to the gym tonight. I am pretty out of shape and recently joined a gym to try and get back on track. The gym is open 24/7 and I like going late when not as many people are there so I don't have to wait to use the equipment or deal with the insane body builders who can't resist grunting out loud every other minute. I get there and it's just how I like it. Easy to park, gym s**ttered with maybe 20 people and so I head over to a treadmill and begin my usual light jog. I'm only a minute in and already out of breath. "Only at level 4 and speed 5," I think to myself in disgust! As I repeatedly tell myself that I can't expect instant results, blah, blah, blah, I am startled when a woman gets on a treadmill right next to mine. I wonder why of the 40 or so available treadmills, she chooses that one. I settle on assuming that maybe since it's closest to the locker rooms she just wanted that one. I am a pretty shy guy so initially I didn't even look at her, just saw a female figure in my peripheral. After a few minutes though I just couldn't stand not looking in her direction. My mind almost made me do so. When I did, I was stunned. She was probably 30 years old and about 5'5", black hair and brown eyes. However, what stunned me was that she was ripped! Wearing just a sports bra and shorts, I could see her well defined six pack. Her arms looked like she had 2 percent body fat; bulging biceps which made me think she had just done a ...
    set of curls. Her legs, quads, etc were quite muscular too. She didn't look like she was on steroids but looked as fit as she could naturally get. I don't know how long I was staring at her or how I was still jogging straight on the treadmill but when I looked back up, she was staring back at me. She then smiled at me with the sweetest disengaging smile. I barely smiled back and then turned away feeling all nervous. I jogged for another 5 minutes or so, pretending to be cooling down and then left to the mens locker room while berating myself in my head for not being able to look back at her. The locker room is empty, which is another reason I go late, so I decide to take a quick shower. I take off my sweaty t-shirt, shorts and boxers and put them in my bag. Grabbing a towel I head to the shower room which consists of several decently sized shower stalls with curtains. I turn on the shower and wait a few seconds for the water to be a nice hot temperature which I can handle. I dispense some soap into my hands from the dispenser on the stall wall and begin washing myself. I've got my back to the curtain as I'm rubbing both of my ass cheeks with soap when suddenly I feel both of my wrists being grasped, tightly! Before I can even say anything, still in shock, my hands are f***ed together and restrained with what I guessed were plastic "handcuffs" by the zipping sound I heard as the plastic strip tightened around my wrists. My knees were then kicked in from behind, forcing me to my ...
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