Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2023 22:40:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: Training the Trainer - Installment 1 (authoritarian)

NOTE: This story makes occasional reference to Superman and Clark Kent.
There is absolutely no connection to be drawn between the story and those
characters. It's all coincidental.



Andrew worked as a personal trainer at one of the more elite gyms in the
city. He had applied himself to his job from his very first day: as a
junior trainer at one of the local Y's. As he learned more and got
better at his job, he moved up to better gyms, and to one of the elite
trainers in NYC. He was all of 31 years old.

            You'd be hard pressed to guess what Andrew did for a living.
There weren't many Asian Americans who worked as trainers to begin with.
Also, Andrew didn't have the hyper muscularity you frequently see with
trainers. You'd be tempted to say he had a swimmer's build, but that
wasn't right. Nor was it right to say he had a runner's build, or that
he was solid. The best you could say is that he was as fit and as strong
as a 5'7" man could be. His facial features, and his glasses, were
reminiscent of Clark Kent: the haircut, the glasses, the almost shy
demeanor.

            His clients liked him because he projected a sense that "you
can do this." One client described him as a physically fit geek.  When
Andrew heard that, he laughed. "It's a point of honor to be a nerd or a
geek in my family. If people think of me that way, well, I guess I
didn't disappoint anyone."

            One member at Andrew's gym had taken a very strong interest
in him. You may remember Dr. Gabe: Gabriel Stein. Yes, Dr. Gabe had come
back, and had re-established his practice as "pediatrician to the
stars" or, more correctly, to the children of the stars.  He was a
member of the gym and worked out with another trainer. Gabe had always
paid very careful attention to his physical fitness. Like Andrew, it
wasn't immediately clear that, as one boyfriend had said "Gabe is a
Daddy hunk." Gabe knew it. He kept his physique as hidden as he could
with very carefully tailored clothing, but when he walked through the gym
to get to a session with Blake, his trainer, or to a piece of equipment,
there was always at least one man and one woman who stopped and stared.
Gabe was used to it: he was 46 and felt as if he were in his prime.

            Just recently, Gabe had ended a relationship with his
boyfriend/sub, Darius. It was time: he and Darius had made a deal: Gabe
would bankroll Darius' graduate school studies, provide housing (Darius
lived with Gabe), and pay for all of his expenses. In return, Darius
would become Gabe's sexual sub. It had taken Darius a while to accept
this, but the financial offer was too good, Gabe was wicked handsome and
smart, and he agreed to it.

            "Never again!" he told his best friend, Alex. "That man
was a voracious animal! And the kink! I don't think there was anything
he wouldn't try." (Darius always left out that he had been a willing
participant in all of those "kinks," and when Gabe had asked him and
Darius gave him a list of "nos", Gabe had followed them to the letter).
Gabe was the first one to admit that he was possessive. Darius was HIS,
and there was to be NO straying outside of Gabe's sexual rules. Darius'
biggest gripes, it seemed, had been when he had violated one of Gabe's
rules, or when Gabe's sexual appetite was more than Darius could
handle.  When the contract ended, Darius had no intention of continuing
the relationship.

            What he didn't know was that Gabe had no intention of
continuing it either. He had begun attending Andrew's gym a year before
his relationship with Darius ended, and as he had said to a fellow
doctor, also into his BDSM scene "I can't wait to sink my teeth into
that boy." The friend had pointed out that Gabe had no idea whether
Andrew was gay or not, and Gabe just laughed: "Darius said he wasn't
gay either. Wanna estimate how many times he took my dick?"

            In fact, while you couldn't call it a "crisis," Andrew was
unsure of his own sexuality. He had had a girlfriend, Stephanie, for
three years.  The relationship had ended when Andrew realized that
Stephanie was a beautiful woman who took great care of her body, but who
hadn't read more than a magazine article in three years. Basically, he
outclassed her. When he broke up the relationship (he caught her cheating
on him), he began to notice the men at the gym. He didn't linger when he
looked, but he did look.  He looked at the women, too. He didn't know
what he wanted and, like so many people, he just spent time with himself,
masturbating almost every night, usually thinking about men, but not
always.

            "He's so cute," Gabe said to a friend who went to the gym
with him sometimes, as he watched Andrew with a client. "Do you think he
tailored those shirts to hug his biceps that way?" His friend laughed.
"I think he's absolutely oblivious, Gabe. Just like he's oblivious to
you staring at him. Seriously, I think he just lucked out with the fit.
" When Gabe looked unconvinced, his friend went on. "Have you ever seen
him train in shorts, Gabe? Or a tank top ? COME ON. He has no idea he's
turning YOU, or anyone else on. Absolutely none." Gabe just sighed.

            "He doesn't need to wear shorts. Look at that ass. It's
just perfect. DAMN I wish he did more squats." It WAS true that Andrew
had a beautiful ass: firm, well-shaped, and like the shirts he wore, his
athletic pants displayed it as well as they could.

            "I'm gonna have that boy," Gabe said to his friend one
day. "I want him, and I always get what I want."  He just had to go
about this the right way: Andrew was very reticent around the gym, almost
shy. He came to work about fifteen minutes before he saw his first
client, worked until about 3, and then headed off to what he called his
"other" job.  Andrew was studying part-time to become an EMT.  Given
his work, and his school, it perhaps wasn't surprising that his sex life
was organized around handkerchiefs and movies.

            Gabe made his first move. It was subtle. Well, not really.
Andrew had finished working with a client, and was in the locker room,
changing his sweaty uniform for a new one. When he bent down to tie his
sneakers, he felt someone pinch his ass. He jumped and let out a small
scream. There were more than ten people in the locker room, so he
couldn't say "HE did it," or "HE did it," but he saw Gabe walking
away with a smile on his face. Just before he left the locker room, Gabe
turned around and grinned. That was the first time Andrew had noticed
Gabe. And he began asking the other trainers if they knew who he was.
They were stunned that Andrew was so ignorant of Gabe.  "DR GABE????"
one of the trainers asked. "Oh, Mr. Demanding. He's quiet about it, but
that voice. When he wants something... I don't know how anyone can turn
him down."  "VOICE?" one of the very gay trainers added. "You focus
on his  VOICE? MY GOD have you seen his pecs? All that hair? I wanna get
lost in that forest. By the way, has anyone ever, ahem, seen the
goods.?" There were rumors, but no one would fess up to seeing them.

            "Blake says he's single again. He and his partner agreed to
split. He may be on the make." Allison, the one woman in the group,
added "Dolls, he's ALWAYS on the make. Even when he was with that hot
guy. DAMN, I'd settle for his sloppy seconds. Checks out everyone." She
sighed. "I guess none of you are good enough for him."  Andrew was
about to say, "I think he grabbed my ass the other day," but he kept
quiet. He had no evidence.

            Then it happened again.  This time it was on the gym floor,
as Andrew was picking up some weights to put back on the rack. He bent
down, and he felt the pinch. This time, there was no one around, except
for Gabe, who had just gone over to one of the machines to do presses.
The pinch had sent a jolt to Andrew's balls, but he tried to ignore it
as he walked over to where Gabe was working out.

            "Excuse me, but... did you just pinch my ass?"  No points
for style from Andrew, but he got the message across. Gabe smiled.

            "Perhapssssssssssssss.  Do you with that I did?" He smiled,
and his perfect teeth showed.  It wasn't the answer Andrew expected.

            "Well, would you stop?" Gabe continued to smile. "You sure
you want me to? I don't think you do?" Flustered, Andrew stammered out
an answer. "Look, that kind of thing really isn't appropriate at the
gym. It's, it's..."

            "You'd rather I did it outside of the gym? Well, that could
be arranged. How about meeting me for a drink some afternoon?"

            "NO! That's not what I meant! Just, just, just please
don't touch me, ok?" Gabe finished his reps and stood up, shrugged his
shoulders. "Hokay, that's fine. Let me know if you change your mind. I
guess you know my name. I'm Gabe. Dr. Gabe is how most people know me."
He stretched out his arms and Andrew saw the infamous chest. Hair tufts
came out of Gabe's tank top. He saw Gabe's big muscles, and his mouth
went dry.  "Fine. I'll do just that."

            In class that night, he couldn't concentrate on the lecture.
He kept on thinking about Gabe, and he caught himself reaching down to
his crotch a few times. It had been months since he had gone on a date
with anyone, and he was horny. One thing he had learned from the other
trainers, though, was that the rumor was there were no ifs and or buts
about Gabe: he was in charge. Andrew knew enough about relationships to
know that in gay relationship terms, Gabe was "the top." He did the
fucking. Andrew was a virgin at that. To be sure, like most guys, he had
"diddled" as his mother put it, with other boys, but it had never gone
further than that. He just assumed that if he went out with Gabe, it
meant..."

            "Why did my cock just ping like that?" he thought.

            "Hey, Dr. Gabe, do you have a minute?" It took three days
before Andrew and Gabe were both at the gym at the same time. Gabe
smiled. "Of course. Did I leave a kettle ball on the floor?"

            "Uh, no. Nothing like that. Remember you asked if I wanted
to have a drink with you?"

            "I sure do. " Gabe smiled and Andrew thought (this is
harder than I thought it would be).

            "Well, I'd like to take you up on it, but..." He hesitated,
and his mouth got dry like it had previously.  Gabe chuckled.

            "It's a drink, Andrew. It's not an invitation to a
full-fledged orgy." Andrew reddened but felt relieved. Then Gabe laughed
and added "Not yet anyway." Andrew laughed nervously. He didn't know
what he should do now.  He could feel Gabe, who was 6'1", looking down
at him. "How's about this, sailor? I know you've got school." Andrew
looked perplexed, and Gabe added  "You did your research, I did mine. Is
Thursday your off night?"

            "Uh, yeah, it is."

            "Well, how about this? Would it be inconvenient for you to
meet me at my office?" He gave Andrew a card with the address.
"Jennifer will let me know you've arrived, and if I'm in with a
patient, she'll let you know. Work for you?"  A drinks date with
another man was new to Andrew so he just said "Um, sure?" Gabe smiled.
"OK. Great. Very casual, Andrew. Don't wear a tie. I won't." And then
he added. "I want to know you better, Andrew. That's all. I don't want
to make a ravaged woman out of you."  He winked at Andrew. "See you
Thursday."

            "Hmm. Quite an address, Andy." Andrew was talking to
Roland, one of the few people who got to call him Andy. They had known
each other since first grade.  "But drinks with a well-known gay doctor?
Is there something you need to tell me?" Andrew shook his head. "I
don't really have anything to tell anyone yet, Ro. I mean, he pinched my
butt a couple of times and, well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel
good. He's one of the best-looking men at the gym and, well, things have
been a little dry lately.

            "Oh, it sounds like Doc Gabe is making you moist, Andy."
Andrew blushed. "Seriously, you've never heard of him?"

            "Never. "

            "Hmmm. Uncle Roland has to fill you in." Roland knew all of
the gossip, and if the truth were known, he had a bit of a crush on Dr.
Gabe himself. He had seen the many articles about "NY's Hottest Gay
Bachelor," after the relationship with Darius ended.  He teased Andrew
"You know, you could be one of NYC's best kept houseboys pretty soon,
Andy. I hope you won't forget me. "

            "ROLAND! I'm just having a drink with him. That's all."
Roland winked. "You don't want more?"  Andrew protested.  "NO!  Well,
maybe not yet. I mean, I don't know. But help me how to dress." Roland
knew more than Andrew did about fashion, which truly was not a high bar
to cross, so they got to work.  Andrew was dubious, but Roland said
"Trust me, love. It says available, but not to be had like a salted
peanut. Have a good date, baby doll. I envy you."



            Jumping forward to Thursday, Andrew was sitting in Dr.
Gabe's waiting room. The receptionist had greeted him with a big smile.
"ANDREW! I've so looked forward to meeting you. I'm Jennifer. You
should feel free to call and ask for me if you're ever looking for Gabe.
Can I get you a sparkling water or something?" The chair was
comfortable. Andrew sipped his sparkling water. Jennifer had complimented
his short sleeve oxford shirt. "That pale blue color: what would you
call it? Robin's egg? Suits you. " Then she smiled. "Blue is one of
Gabe's favorite colors. Blue and white."  Andrew heard a door opening
and then he saw Gabe, in a lab coat over a shirt and tie, and a pair of
slacks that were clearly custom made. He recognized the woman who was
there with a small boy.

            "Preston, don't give your mother any trouble when she asks
you to take those pills, ok? " Preston was quiet, and Gabe stared down
at him smiling. Andrew heard the weak "Yes, Sir, Dr. Gabe." "GOOD
BOY!" He shook Preston's hand and smiled. "You can make an appointment
with Jennifer, Cecily. Three weeks is good." He looked up and flashed a
big smile. "ANDREW! You didn't chicken out."  He came over. Andrew put
out his hand, but it was too late. Gabe had him enveloped in an embrace,
and Andrew recognized right away: this was a muscled, fit man. He
wondered if Gabe noticed his dick hardening.

            "So you and Jennifer have met. Great. She's REALLY the one
who runs this practice. Now, I've got to get out of doctor duds before
we go get lubricated. Come on back. I'm just gonna change. "  Andrew
wasn't sure he was ready for this, but he went. He learned, in short
order, that the rumors about Gabe's endowment were true. He also saw
that, because Gabe was way more mesomorphic than he was, he was more
muscular, all over.  Gabe slipped into jeans and a casual shirt that
Andrew guessed was silk. "Let's go, young man. The evening awaits us."

            Three drinks later, Andrew was sitting on the couch of
Gabe's enormous apartment. Gabe had just sat next to him. He smiled and
didn't say anything as he took the glass of wine from Andrew's hand and
put it on the table. "Don't be nervous, cutie, I don't bite on the
first date." That didn't help Andrew's nerves as he felt Gabe's lips
press against his. He heard Gabe whisper "open up a little, Andrew.
Don't be a clam." Andrew wanted to please, and he did. He felt Gabe's
tongue enter his mouth and he almost swooned.

            "MMMMMMMMMMMMM," came out, inadvertently. Gabe stopped,
pulled back. He stroked Andrew's ear. "You've never been kissed by a
man, Andrew? Other than your family?"

            "No. And..your tongue."

            "You want some more?" Andrew didn't speak, but he shook
his head yes. As Gabe's tongue slid inside of his mouth, he felt Gabe's
hand going inside his short sleeve shirt.  Earlier that evening, Gabe had
complimented him on how the shirt showed off his arms. "THANK YOU,
ROLAND!" he had thought, and now he thanked Roland again, this time for
telling him not to tuck in the shirt. It made it easier for Gabe to get
his hand on Andrew's chest. How to describe the feeling? Gabe's hands
were firm, but...soft. He couldn't describe it. He felt Gabe's hands
moving up his torso, as his kisses turned to regular ones. Andrew didn't
know why, but he sensed that if Gabe's hands got up to his nipples,
he'd, well, lose control.

            "How's that feel, handsome boy?" Gabe whispered as he
pinched Andrew's right nipple.

            "OH. OH GOD OOPS I..." Andrew had been hard since they had
sat down at the gay bar. He couldn't help himself anymore, and just kept
pumping as Gabe kissed him, and kept his fingers on his nip.

            "First time anxiety. It's okay, handsome. It's okay.  Did
you like it?" Gabe was staring into Andrew's eyes. "Uh, yeah, it was
like nothing I've ever...felt.  But..." Gabe laughed. Andrew had been
wearing khakis and his orgasm had been so big, that the stain was
evident.

            "Oh, that's nothing, sweetie. We'll get you a cab and
I'll lend you a sweater. Tie it around your waist, preppy fashion. No
one will know. But now...." He opened Andrew's shirt. "You need to know
that, when you cum on a date, courtesy says the other guy does too.
Today, just on your chest. We'll move on to other things, later."
Andrew dropped his pants. "Play with your tits, Andrew," he ordered,
and Andrew started tweaking them.  "YEAH. That's how I like it. My boy
is getting himself hard for me. YEAH. Let Daddy watch.
Let...Daddy...SHOOT!" Andrew watched as Gabe's substantial piece got more
substantial. He felt the jizz striking his chest, and then Gabe's tongue
licking him. "OH MY GOD. This is... this is AWESOME." Gabe chuckled.

            "Gimme a hug, boy. And tell me we'll do something again."
Andrew wanted to stay but he knew that wasn't in the cards. Gabe must
have known.

            "Next time. Back a weekend bag. Spend a few days. We'll get
to know each other. Now, time to trundle you off home."