Getting Personal

“This is how you hold-on to them”, he literally showed me the ropes in front of me. Wow, this is kinda kinky, I told myself. “Now spread your legs just a bit… Yes, that will do”, he corrected my position while grabbing my thighs as he pleased. “Are you ready?” gently he asked me. “Ready when you are…” I said holding my breath. He then enveloped me from behind. I let his fingers resting on my upper arms. Darn, I wish he’d let his head down to relax on my shoulder blades. This is it. “One, two, three, four, five…” he started counting while my arms were pushing the ropes down. Gosh, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Now do this for twenty more reps!”. (Sighed). “Yes, Sir!”

It all started when Michiko, one of the trainers in my gym mentioned that lately she had seen a good development on my physique. I was of course forever skeptical as always: “But I didn’t loose any weight and my waist still bursts out of seams!”. Then Yutaka who’d successfully created an arm-and-shoulder envy amongst other trainers and members alike, suddenly appeared from the horizon. “To expedite your development, why don’t you try having a personal trainer Sir?” he asked.

Wrong timing! I can barely save for my future, let alone spending another chunk on a very vain reason.

“So what’s your program?” I asked politely.

“It’s gonna be a guided 12 days, in which you may spread them in 2 or 3 times/ week”

“Yeah, and how much would that cost me?”

“Two and half”

“As in millions of Rupiah?”

“Correct Sir.”

“Wow, I am not sure if I have that kinda budget right now” I replied frankly.

“Well, why don’t I give you a free training session today for you to get the gist of having a personal trainer?”

Gulping, I stared at his puppy eyes and was drawn immediately to his sensuous lips.

“Sss…Shure…” I nodded.

Of course Yutaka was the most wonderful army-sergeant type of a trainer who pushed me to the limit that day. Sore muscles were at-the-least a price to pay to look buffed and pumped at the end of the session. And furthermore, I got a chance to get very personal with him. In this case I was in total-surrender-mode while letting him hold my back at the gravitron, grab my ass at the hamstring curl, cradle me on a sit-up bench, lock arms and gazes while performing side-way crunches, and best of all I got to feel his basket (yes, with my glutes!) during the triceps-pushdowns.

Darn you Yutaka. Now, I want you to train me so bad.

Angel: Pay bills
Devil: Have fun
Angel: End loans
Devil: Isn’t he hot?
Angel: Yeah, like he’s gonna EVER let you touch him at the end ?
Devil: You’ll never know if you haven’t tried…
Angel: Oh please don’t even start seeing him as a pay-boy that one may just use for one’s mortal pleasure.
Devil: But I will… Be paying him, no?

Now, I am confused. Will the money spent for the pseudo-erotic training sessions with him be a good investment? Am I sure that I will see any hardened muscle group (other than my dick) as the result of the six-week program?

At any case it’s at least worthy to think about. Hmm.

Angel: NO!!
Devil: Oh Shut up bitch…