New Workout Plan FFF/M

[Sherbet Riley]

Colin groaned as he attempted to will his body into action. Everything was sore, even after six months of “self improvement.” Yesterday had been his rest day, and a glorious one at that. He’d stayed in bed and watched four movies in a row, ate leftover chicken and rice for dinner. But today he could not stay in bed, despite his body’s best efforts to keep him there.

There had been a time when Colin would have happily given up and spent the whole day in bed. Ever since he started working from home it had become increasingly common for him to not leave his bedroom until close to noon when his stomach finally compelled him to get up and eat.

He’d gotten the job straight out of university, exactly as Colin predicted he would. After all, he’d worked for the same company as an unpaid intern the previous summer. At the time his friends had gently teased him about being broke and living off of frozen dumplings. But Colin was knowledgable, hungry, and had made a good impression on his superiors in his time as an intern. The people who interviewed him fondly remembered his Bulldog tie, attention to detail, and punctuality. Over the years, Colin became a dependable presence in the office and his hard work saw him promoted twice in five years. Of course, he had larger ambitions, but these people had been good to him and the money was right, especially for someone so young.

Then the company realized they could save quite a bit of money on office space by shifting everyone to remote work.

For Colin and so many others, working from home had been a novel and welcome experience, at least at first. All of the things that Colin had disliked about going to work — getting up early, sitting in traffic, dealing with annoying co-workers, more traffic on the way home — had suddenly been removed from the equation. Not only was he saving money on gas, lunch, and dry cleaning, but he had been more productive as well. Within the first month Colin had figured out that he could get pretty much all his work done in about three to four hours, freeing up the rest of his day for video games and attempting viral cooking recipes.

It didn’t take long before the novelty wore off. Colin ran out of video games to play and patience for the dishes. He was often bored and increasingly lonely. Colin hadn’t appreciated just how much of his socializing was done at the bar after work, how many of his conversations revolved around petty office gossip and weekend retellings. When Colin did see people or receive a call from his parents, he realized he had very little to talk about. All of a sudden it felt as though his life had gotten very small indeed.

Once summer hit, Colin found himself having a beer around 4pm, just before he was officially “off the clock.” As the temperatures rose, this became a 2pm beer. Then a lunchtime beer. Then a morning shower beer.

Colin had never been much of a drinker, but the gradual haze of inebriation brought fresh novelty to his days spent at home staring at the same four walls. He wasn’t getting wasted, necessarily, but he was now actively maintaining a buzz for most of the day. It didn’t take long before he began to notice an effect. When Colin went on dates now his shirts felt too tight and his belt buckle would bite into his waist. He noticed how bloated his face looked on company Zooms and started turning his camera off whenever he could help it.

His wake up call came when he returned home to his parents’ house for the holidays. Colin had gained nearly forty pounds by that point and could see just how shocked his parents were by his appearance. They didn’t say anything, of course, but they didn’t have to. He’d always been “such a skinny little thing” as his babysitter Dylan liked to say whenever she teased him, and his parents were quite slender themselves. It was just the kick in the pants Colin needed.

Like countless others before him, Colin made a bargain with himself. When the new year rolled around and the holiday cookies had been put away he would fully devote himself to getting his life back on track. Colin was still young, after all. His body could bounce back pretty quickly. Better he start now than in middle age.

In the days leading up to the new year Colin started small: sit ups, push ups, some light yoga for variety. He bought new shoes, a watch that could monitor his heart rate and sleep habits. He stared eating breakfast again and drinking more water. By the time the new year arrived, Colin was practically chomping at the bit to hit the gym and get started.

It was rough going at first. Colin hadn’t appreciated just how out of shape he was. Even the stair master was giving him trouble! This was Colin’s first experience going to a gym since university and he had been more nervous about it than he’d anticipated. But to his pleasant surprise, everyone had been quite friendly. Helpful, even. They were happy to spot him, give him gentle pointers, and encourage him on his journey. It didn’t take long before the community at Colin’s gym filled in for the office in the structure of his life. The gym was now where he went to talk about the movie he saw that weekend, the game, that viral air fryer recipe.

So Colin stuck with it and, much as he had with the drinking, it didn’t take long for him to start seeing results.

Really, he felt it before he saw it. It had gotten easier to get out of bed in the morning. Colin had more energy, a healthier appetite, and even his skin looked better. Over the course of a few months, Colin shed nearly twenty pounds, most of which was a result of him abstaining from alcohol entirely. Next came welcome definition in his arms, his calves. He fit into his old clothes again, had even used some of the money he saved to spring for new ones that better suited his new (and perhaps eventual) physique. Colin was even waking up with erections again. Though, if he was being honest with himself, Colin wasn’t positive if that had anything to do with his new exercise regimen or…

During his time working from home, Colin had developed something of a porn habit — not addiction, he insisted to himself. “Habit” sounded dignified, old school, respectable, something William S. Burroughs might have had.

Colin had always been a compulsive masturbator, even before being introduced to the internet. How many nights had he spent under the covers, pleasuring himself over and over again to thoughts of beautiful women having their way with him. This had only been exacerbated by the privacy that working from home had afforded him. As he got older, this habit had been tamed some. For much of his adult life Colin had been a morning/night masturbator. In the morning when he awoke and at night before he went to sleep. It was more

Frustratingly, as he began taking better care of himself physically, Colin found that the women he was attracting were far more interested in being dominated by him rather than dominating him. Ever since he was a teenager he’d fantasized about surrendering his body and mind to a women — or women — that knew what he needed better than he did. These fantasies had only grown more potent since he started spending more time at home.

As he indulged in his fantasies within the privacy of his home, Colin had found himself dreaming bigger. It was no longer just one woman having her way with him, but two, sometimes three. What they did to him varied depending on his mood, but in every instance they were teasing him, talking to him. The women would make him beg for their touch, then scream for them to stop. They were never mean to him, per se, but they talked down to him, condescended to him, babied him. They told him that he was small, that he was helpless, weak. Ticklish. All things Colin believed — and in some cases, knew — to be true about himself deep down.

What made the fantasy so powerful to Colin was how little he needed to be prodded before he broke. While others fantasized about being flogged or spanked to weaken their resolve, making a show of their resistance, Colin got an erotic thrill from just how easy it would be for the women to break him. They didn’t need to hurt him or even be mean to him. All it would take was a few pokes to his tummy and a few hot words breathed into the red shell of his ear.

As vivid as these fantasies became, Colin was astounded by how potent they’d become during this period of actualization. In addition to his newfound discipline with diet and exercise, Colin hoped to ween himself off his dependance on pornography and self-pleasure. He’d read online about testosterone and semen retention, the benefits of self-regulation and abstinence. Colin personally thought that a lot of those people were nuts, but he did believe there was something to the idea of taming the manic masturbator within.

Shockingly, Colin found this habit the hardest to break. Masturbation had always been his primary method of self-soothing, the bookends to his day. Making matters more difficult, was how his new physique had enhanced his already feverish fantasies of ticklish, feeble submission. Before, when he’d been doughy and low-energy, the taunts his imaginary mistresses threw at him were obvious observations, things one could tell at him from a glance, at least in Colin’s mind. But now that he’d lost weight and gained some definition, the teases and taunts cut deeper, aroused him further, because it felt as though they really knew him.

The first few weeks of curbing his most sacred of rituals were the hardest. At first he’d tried going cold turkey. This lasted maybe two days before Colin found himself stuck in traffic and found himself reading erotica on his phone to pass the time. By the time he got home he was so worked up he could barely park straight in his driveway.

Thus Colin began the slow, frustrating process of weening himself off his pleasure habit. First he allowed himself a solitary wank per day. Then every other day. By the time Colin began to notice a physical change in himself, he’d winnowed his masturbation down to twice a week — once during the week and once over the weekend. When he did choose to indulge, the process took on something of a ceremonial air.

No longer as dependent on pornography as he used to be, Colin had rediscovered the fertility of his own imagination. It didn’t take much to get him going these days, and besides, his latest fantasies had found a new cast of characters that excited him more than any porn starlet or amateur fetish model ever could.

When Colin first started going to the gym he tried to be as small and anonymous as possible. He didn’t want anyone to notice his form, or lack thereof, as he struggled to get a handle on how all the machines worked and which muscles they strengthened. But his desire to remain anonymous did nothing to dampen his awareness of those around him. It was on his second visit to the gym that he first saw Tricia.

He privately thought of her as the Queen of the Stair Master. It seemed like whenever Colin arrived at the gym Tricia was already there, climbing the stairway of some imaginary skyscraper. Tricia kept her light brown hair in a tight ponytail that would swing this way and that, like a metronome with every step she climbed. Colin would find himself occasionally mesmerized by it, losing count of how many reps he’d actually completed. Her arms were toned but it was her legs and ass that got the most attention, and not just from her exercises.

Colin had watched numerous men approach her — some more respectful than others — only to be shot down. Truthfully, Colin was relieved to see her rebuff these advances, but not without reflecting on his own chances with Tricia. These men who asked her out were beautiful athletic specimens; guys with the arms he wanted, the calves he strove for, men that had flat stomachs and beautiful heads of hair and next to no body fat. Yet none of these things seemed to move her. In which case, Colin reasoned, what chance did he have?

He’d spent much of his rest day thinking of her, idly touching himself without intention during his movie marathon in bed. In many ways she was his ideal — the girl next door with a bit of a mean streak. Not that rejecting the advances of his fellow gym-goers was “mean” necessarily, but it suggested a backbone and assertiveness that piqued his submissive fantasies.

And now he was struggling to get out of bed. It took him nearly thirty minutes to summon the will to pull himself out of bed.

When Colin arrived at the gym, he was shocked to see that Tricia wasn’t in her usual spot. For the first time since he started working out, it seemed he had arrived before her. Perhaps it was out of a sense of novelty or a desire to feel close to her, but Colin decided to begin that day’s workout on Tricia’s stair master.

Twenty minutes into his hike, a small hand came to rest upon his machine.

“You’re in my spot.”

Though her tone was light and familiar, it was clear she wanted it back.

“Oh, sorry…” Colin huffed, doing his best to look unbothered by his 36th flight of stairs. “I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did.” Tricia smiled, revealing a set of dimples that made Colin’s knees buzz. “You see me here all the time.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Sure,” she deadpanned as her eyes scanned him up and down. “What’s your name?”

“Colin.”

“Tricia.”

“I know.”

“So you had noticed.”

Checkmate. If Colin’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from his workout, his blushing would have been painfully obvious.

Tricia took pity on the poor man and stuck out her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Colin.”

There was something in the way she said “pleasure” that made Colin feel dizzy. He told himself it was from the high intensity of his workout on a nearly empty stomach. He took her hand in hers to shake. Upon taking his hand, Tricia suddenly pulled him towards her.

Unprepared and off-balance, Colin stumbled off the stair master. Tricia put her free hand up, bracing it against his chest to keep him from falling. For a split second Colin’s brain malfunctioned, lagging behind reality. Her hand felt cool on his skin, pressing into his already sweat soaked shirt.

“Careful there,” she said, smiling at him mischievously. “First time?”

“No. I’ve tripped lots of times.”

Tricia laughed at this, flashing a set of white teeth. Colin realized this was the first time he’d seen her smile. It felt as though someone had brightened the lights in the room and his heart was racing. And it had nothing to do with the stair master.

“That’s good.”

“No, just honest.”

Tricia smiled at him again, looking him up and down. Colin had never felt this smooth before. Was he really pulling it off? Was this the magic, newfound confidence that he’d been working toward these past few months? Had his self-perception caught up to his new physique?

Tricia wiped her hand on her pants, ridding her palm of the residual sweat from Colin’s shirt.

“I’ve seen you around here for a little while now. You’ve really made a lot of progress.”

“Really? You think so?”

Colin was momentarily embarrassed. He’d hoped that nobody had seen him during his early visits to the gym, much less remembered them. In truth he had nothing to be ashamed of. This was how progress was made. But out of everyone who might have taken notice of him during this period, he’d have never dreamed that a goddess such as Tricia would ever look his way.

Thankfully, Tricia did not elaborate on what exactly it was she saw of Colin in those early days of training. They chatted pleasantly for a while, casually flirting and exchanging jokes before they both realized just how much time had passed.

“Same time tomorrow?” Tricia asked as the two separated.

“Definitely.” Colin replied.

Colin had the best workout of his life that day. He felt like he could run through a wall. He didn’t even put on his normal workout podcast. The adrenaline and excitement he felt kept him going long after he’d completed his sets, staying at the gym nearly a whole extra hour. By the time he finally left that afternoon, Colin felt as though he could run home.

He could barely sleep that night, replaying his flirtatious conversation with Tricia over and over again in his head. By the time he finally drifted off you’d think he had her smile tattooed on the backs of his eyelids he’d thought about her so much.

The next day, Colin practically bolted out of bed, guided by the north star of his erection. He arrived at the gym practically vibrating from excitement, his eyes scanning for any sign of Tricia.

He didn’t have to look very hard.

Tricia was standing near the vending machine, talking with two women Colin didn’t recognize. One was tall, wearing tight pink leggings and a loose white t-shirt that she’d obviously cut the sleeves off of herself. Her hair was blonde, the darker, sopping strands of which clung to her sweat covered neck. The other was squat, a power lifter, who Colin vaguely recognized. She was sturdy, with muscular arms and thick legs that aggressively pressed her white sneakers into the floor. Her hair was a dark red, the kind of colour Colin had only ever seen in wooden antiques and fabric samples.

Tricia saw him staring and flashed that wonderful smile of hers. The other two women turned around to look at him. There was something disquieting about the way they stared at him, as if though were weighing him like a piece of meat. The taller one had a sharper face, one that suggested family money, while the other one’s was round and welcoming, pleasant.

She waved him over and Colin made a conscious effort to mask his excitement at seeing Tricia again.

“Nikki, Val, this is Colin. He’s the one I was telling you about.”

Colin’s ears suddenly felt hot, and not just because Tricia had been talking about him.

The shorter powerlifter smiled up at Colin with a trusting and patient expression as she stuck out her hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m Val. Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Colin.”

“Oof. Firm handshake you got there, big guy.”

Colin had never been called “big guy” before. He didn’t love it.

Turning toward the other woman to introduce himself, Colin suddenly realized just how much taller she was than him. He had to look up to meet her gaze. Colin wasn’t exactly short, but at easily over six feet tall, Nikki, the blonde, dwarfed him. Maybe it was the angle, but there was something predatory in her gaze. Colin imagined that this must be what a mouse saw at night as the owl swooped in to feast.

“Nikki. Pleasure.”

She didn’t extend her hand and Colin instead wiped his now damp palm against the side of his shorts.

“How do you all know each other?”

Tricia and Val giggled as Colin suddenly realized that he’d asked an obvious question.

“Sorry, I meant - “

“Oh, I work here.” Nikki said, gracefully giving Colin an out.

“Yeah, Nikki here is my trainer,” Tricia nodded.

“Mine too,” Val chimed.

“Is that right?” Colin smirked.

“Actually,” Tricia continued, “we were just discussing whether or not you might be a good candidate for our special training program.”

“Special training program?” Colin looked toward Nikki now. She was older than he’d assumed at first glance. Looking up at her now, he saw the soft wrinkles around her eyes, the fading elasticity of the skin across her knuckles.

“The girls are being bashful. It’s sort of my baby.” Nikki shrugged, seemingly shy.

“Come on,” Tricia goaded, “I bet he’d be perfect.”

“Yeah,” Val agreed, “I mean, just look at him!”

Colin wasn’t sure what to make of that last remark and chose to take it as a compliment. He’d come a long way, it was true. Even Tricia could see that.

“What’s the program? Some kind of exercise regimen or a new machine…?” Colin asked, smiling up at Nikki.

“It changed my life,” Val beamed. She was practically licking her lips as her eyes wandered up and down his body. “Seriously, you’re just the kind of guy we’re looking for.”

We?

“What we mean to say is,” Tricia added, “Val and I are real believers in Nikki’s program. I’ve just been seeing how hard you’ve been working and think you’d be a great candidate for her program."

“If you’re interested, that is,” Nikki shrugged.

“Trust me…” Tricia said, putting her hand on Colin’s shoulder, “…you’ll love it.”

Feeling her soft hand on his body once more practically electrified Colin, his knees growing soft as she flashed that winning smile at him once more.

“Well, I don’t see why not,” Colin blurted out. “Let’s get started!”

“Oh no, we can’t do it now,” Nikki clarified, “you’ll have to come back later.”

“Later?” Colin asked. “Like, in an hour or two?”

Val and Tricia chuckled, in on some joke Colin couldn’t grasp. Nikki ignored their titters and looked Colin in the eye.

“It doesn’t quite work that way. I’ll need you to come back later tonight once everyone else has left. Don’t worry, we’ll let you in,” Nikki said.

“Tonight?”

“Trade secrets, you know,” Val chimed in, “proprietary stuff.”

“Uh, sure…” Colin wasn’t entirely convinced but Tricia’s smile and reassuring hand gave him just enough confidence to follow through. Besides, these beautiful women wanted to spend time with him. What did he have to lose?

“What time?”

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Colin spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what exactly he had agreed to. The fact that he had to come to the gym after hours suggested that everything might not quite be on the up and up. But Nikki did work there, and Tricia and Val seemed more than positive it would be worth his trouble.

He arrived at the gym a little before ten at night. He’d a dinner of chicken thighs and rice before he left the house, well hydrated, for whatever workout was waiting for him. He didn’t want to look foolish in front of Tricia, after all.

The gym was dark, no lights on inside. Colin briefly wondered if maybe he’d gotten something wrong, had arrived too late or too early. But after knocking on the front door, Colin was relieved to see Tricia appear in the dark to let him in.

The first thing Colin noticed was that Tricia wasn’t wearing workout attire, at least not her usual set. Tricia had exchanged her Underarmor sports bra for a white cotton tank top and comfortable, cotton leggings, white ankle socks cocooning her size 9 feet.

“Hey handsome,” she greeted him. “Come on in.”

She held the door open for Colin as he stepped inside. He’d never seen the gym so empty before, so quiet. The air was still and dry, the scent of cleaning chemicals and bleach wipes still lingering in the air, no longer intermingled with the musky smell of sweat.

“It’s so quiet,” Colin observed, slightly unnerved by the shadows cast along the wall by the rows of vacant machines.

“Not for long,” Tricia mumbled cryptically.

She led him deeper into the gym and through the door that, up until now, had been for “Employees Only.”

They passed a row of vending machines and through a private locker room for staff before arriving at a sturdy looking red door labeled “Private.”

Tricia took his hand in hers and Colin briefly wondered if he was dead and being escorted to the other side. She gave it a little squeeze.

“Don’t worry. You’ll do great,” she reassured him before rapping on door twice.

“Whooooo iiiiiiiisssssss iiiiiiiitttttt?” Val sing-songed from the other side.

Tricia rolled her eyes but played along.

“Special delivery.”

The door groaned open as Val swung it open. It was made of metal, solid and thick. It must have weighed a ton. Val was much stronger than Colin had anticipated. The results of Nikki’s program, perhaps?

Val was wearing an old school gym outfit, navy sweatpants with a grey sweatshirt emblazoned with the faded crest from a prominent boarding school Colin couldn’t recognize. She looked like a stern, cartoon gym teacher despite her cheery demeanor and Colin found himself oddly aroused by the sight of her.

Through the door, Colin found a private gym. A few machines scattered about the room, which was maybe a third of the size of the gym Colin was familiar with. A leg curl machine, a chest press, a leg extension machine, leg press, etc. What was especially notable, however, were the foam tiles that dotted the walls, held in place by a single nail in an indiscernible pattern. Colin had no idea what those could be for.

Standing in the middle of the gyn was Nikki, dressed in her standard workout gear. In her hand she held a scrap of black fabric.

“Welcome, Colin,” Nikki smiled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

She extended her hand, holding out the scrap of fabric to him. Upon closer inspection, Colin’s stomach dropped. The scrap of fabric was actually a pair of underwear, practically a loin cloth, that left very little to the imagination.

“Go ahead and put that on.” She wasn’t asking.

Colin looked to Tricia and Val, hoping they might say something. But they didn’t. If anything they seemed impatient. Colin looked at the flimsy underwear, then back to Nikki.

“It’s imperative that your skin is visible during your workout. That way we can actually see the muscle groups you’re working during your exercise.” Nikki added. “Feel free to use the adjoining locker room, if you’re feeling shy.”

Shy was a polite word for what Colin was feeling. There was something about this cadre of imposing women that made his stomach feel uneasy, more out of excitement than fear. Vexingly, the humiliating thought of being caught with a stray boner only served to arouse him further.

Splitting the difference, Colin simply asked…

“C-could you turn around?”

The girls smiled knowingly and complied with Colin’s ask, turning their backs to him as he exchanged his basketball shorts for the flimsy elastic of what was — essentially — a thong.

“Okay. You can turn back around…” Colin said, sheepishly, standing as straight as he could to offset his obvious discomfort as the women turned to him once more.

“And the shirt…” Tricia coaxed, a bit more nicely than the others.

“And the shoes…” Val added, practically licking her lips in anticipation.

“Or do you need us to turn around for that too?” Nikki teased.

After a moment’s hesitation, Colin removed his shirt and shoes. He now stood before them practically naked, his nipples erect in the dim cold of this secret gym. Despite the unorthodox circumstances, Colin did feel oddly powerful. He was in the best shape of his life and this was as good a time to show off his physique as ever, he supposed.

“So,” Colin said, eager to get…whatever this was underway, “shall we get started?”

The three women exchanged a look and smiled at one another.

“Alright,” Nikki nodded, shifting into what sounded like a rehearsed pitch, all the while never taking her eyes off of Colin’s toned body. “Here’s how this will work…”

Nikki gestured theatrically toward the workout equipment while Tricia and Val watched with eager anticipation.

“First we need to establish your baseline, see what you can handle. You’ll be completing seven workout sets. If, for whatever reason you cannot complete your reps, you will be punished.”

“Punished?” Colin asked, “Like…?”

“Incentivized.” Val offered.

“A little motivation never hurt anyone, did it?” Tricia chimed in, playfully. “I thought you were a little more competitive than that.”

She licked her teeth to punctuate her point and Colin felt his ears get a little hot.

“You complete your set and you won’t even have to worry about it. If you can’t complete the required number of reps within the time limit, additional time will be added to your punishment at the end of the course. Do you understand?”

“I…think so?” Colin said. He could swear that he heard the girls snickering behind him.

“Great. First, pull ups. You have 3 minutes to complete 60 pull ups. Your time starts…now!”

A digital clock suddenly flashed to life along the far wall, the severe red digits counting down from 3 minutes.

Colin moved toward the power rack and leapt into the air, his hands grabbing onto the pull-up bar at the head of the machine. His muscles, still a bit sore, burned as he pulled himself up.

“One…” Val counted. “Two…”

Colin was doing well, hauling his body up over and over again. This was an exercise he was comfortable with, one he’d mastered early on in his reinvention. There was no machine to learn, no weights to rack, just hoisting himself up over and over again.

“Three…four…five…” Val continued.

Curious, Colin looked at the countdown clock. He had plenty of time left. If he kept up this pace, he’d be done with plenty of time to spare. Perhaps, he thought in a moment of uncharacteristic pride, he really was in good shape. Maybe other people, people who resembled the “old Colin” needed more time than he did, or perhaps couldn’t even finish. The thought that he was crushing it brought a smile to his face.

“Six…seven…”

At first he thought it was his imagination, but it sounded as if Val’s counting was getting closer. Because of the rubber-tiled floor, he could not make out her footfalls over the sound of his own breathing.

“Eight…”

Colin’s body spasmed, as if shocked, when Val’s fingers made contact with his armpits. The unexpected pressure of her cold digits pressing into his hollows caused Colin to reflexively let go of the pull up bar and drop down. He drew his arms to his sides reflexively, muscle memory from years of being tickled as a child.

“What are you doing?” Colin asked, annoyed. The timer was still counting down, unconcerned with Colin’s halted progress.

“Clock’s ticking…” Nikki said, sternly, making no comment on Val’s intrusion on his exercise.

“But she —?”

Val wiggled her eyebrows at him, a challenge. The seconds were ticking by. He had two and a half minutes left.

“Whats’a matter?” She taunted. “Tired already?”

Colin met her gaze before defiantly turning around and grabbing the pul up bar once more. He moved with more intention now, hoping to get as many reps in as he could before Val interfered again. His grip on the bar tightened and fresh warmth burned in his muscles as he pulled his body up again and again.

“Nine…ten…”

Soft fingertips brushed the wispy hair of his underarms, threatening to make contact with his hollows. They were most exposed on his way back down from a rep. As long as he could minimize the amount of time he spent in first position…

“Eleven…”

Val’s fingers touched skin now, applying no pressure but making their presence impossible to ignore, much as Colin tried. She was teasing him. He could already feel himself trembling from the effort to follow through. The anticipation, knowing it wasn’t a matter of “if” she would apply that ticklish pressure, but “when.”

“Twelve…thirteen…foooooourteen…”

Val looked to Nikki, who nodded her approval.

“Fif-TEEN!”

Val finally struck. Her digits crept into the hollows of both armpits and began poking and scribbling around.

“Ah! Ahahahahaha! C-cut ihihihit ohohohout!”

“Sixteen…such a strong boy! Seventeeeeeen…” Val brought her short but effective fingernails into play now. Colin let go of the bar, as if electrocuted and dropped to the soft floor below. Reflexively he brought his arms to his sides, curling up to protect himself like a pillbug.

“Eheh..hehe…”

“Two minutes left…” Nikki intoned.

Colin glanced up and saw Tricia looking down at him, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Goddamnit, Colin was going to finish his set. He practically jumped back onto the pull up bar.

Val laughed, impressed by his spirit.

“Trish, you were right. Boy’s got heart.” Val said.

Colin was moving quickly. If nothing else, his brief giggle spell on the floor had given his arms a moment to recover. He was working quickly, hoping to get as many reps in as possible before Val’s sinister hands got back to work.

“But he sure is ticklish…” Val was looking at Tricia challengingly now.

“Eighteen…nineteen…twenty…” Tricia counted. It might have been Colin’s imagination, but her tone sounded more encouraging than Val’s. She was rooting for him. This was enough to power him through two more reps before Val got back to work on him.

“He’s not even working up a sweat, these pitty poos are bone dry…” Val teased as her fingers crept into Colin’s armpits once more. “Is there water on Mars? Let’s find out…”

“Ehehehehehehee..”

“Beep beep! Here comes the tickle rover! Is there any water under…heeeeeeere?”

“Twenty one…twenty two…”

Colin was practically kicking his feet as he pulled himself up, no longer attempting to stifle his laughter but simply pull himself up.

“Ahahahahahahahahaaaa! Vahahahahahahalllll!”

“Twenty three…twenty four…twenty five…twenty six…”

“Not even halfway! Whats’a matter little guy? Getting tired? Is the mean ol’ tickle monster sapping you of your strength?” Val teased, clearly enjoying every moment of this as he fingers swirled in Colin’s straining underarms.

Her fingers danced and swirled about experimentally. When did Colin struggle most? When she poked his hollows? Was it when she’d slowly rake her fingertips downward? Was it when she talked to him like a baby?

“Twenty seven…twenty eight…”

“Awww, bubba. Such a tickly widdle guy. Oh, look at him stwuggle with all the coochie coos…”

Yes, that was it. The girls noticed very quickly that it was the taunts that made Colin’s elbows quake, the babying tone that made him shut his eyes. They didn’t know it yet, but these babying teases gave voice to all Colin’s insecurities — that he was not a real man, that he was weak and small and helpless — but also spoke to his submissive tendencies.

He was getting hard.

“Twenty nine…Thirty!”

“One minute left!” Nikki said.

“Thirty one…thirty two…”

Val was getting more aggressive now, determined to not let Colin finish his set in time. She’d found a particularly sensitive spot near the tops of his pits right where his underarm hair began and decided to focus her attention there. It was a fleshy little spot, a perfect place for stiff index and middle fingers to jiggle.

“Gahahahahahaa! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahap ihihihiiiiit!”

“Awwwwww, does dat tickle? Does baby want a bweak? A’jiggle jiggle jiggle! A’giggle giggle giggle!”

Colin dropped again. This time, Val followed him down to the floor, refusing to let up on her ticklish assault. She bullied him as though he were her little brother, her fingers tensing in his armpits as he attempted to clamp them down in defense.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehettt ohohohohohohohohohohofffff ohohohohohoffffff meeeeheheheheheheeeee!” Colin was rocking back and forth now, trying to protect himself from Val’s ticklish onslaught. “Eheheheheheheheheahahahahaha!”

“Gitsee gitsee gitsee! Aww, look at this little roly poly boy!”

“Val…” Nikki warned.

Val looked to Nikki, who gently shook her head.

“Don’t get carried away. He’s got quite a workout ahead of him. Let him up.”

Val pouted but obeyed. She withdrew her hands from Colin’s armpits and took a step back.

“I’m adding ten seconds back to your time,” Nikki said, nodding at Colin respectfully. “I apologize for our…overzealous trainer.”

Colin coughed as he stood up. He was feeling a little lightheaded from laughter. His heart rate was up, his body warm. He couldn’t believe it but this did feel like a workout. Unwilling to waste another second, Colin dove back into the challenge. He had forty five seconds on the clock left and he was determined to make the most of them.

“Thirty three…thirty four…thirty five…”

Colin hauled himself up, his arms beginning to burn from the strain. He was prioritizing speed over form, determined to, somehow, reach his goal in the little time he had left.

“Thirty six…”

Val similarly wasted no time, done with the foreplay. She dug in immediately now, her fingers swirling and dancing in his armpits, similarly prizing speed over form. It made her less precise in her tickling but it made the exercise difficult for Colin all the same.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaahahahaaa! Thihihihihisss ihihihihihihihisn’t fahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihit tihihihihihickles! Eheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

“That’s da point silly!” Val cooed, her fingers tensing near the bottom of his armpits so as to slide back up as Colin trembled beneath her touch. “Uh ooooohhhh! Someone’s getting sweeeeeeaaaaattttyyyyyy!”

Indeed, moisture had begun to gather in Colin’s pits, allowing Val’s fingers to slip and slide around, playfully wrapping them around and curling his damp underarm hair. It only made things worse. By this time, Colin’s progress had almost completely stalled. He wasn’t letting go of the bar but he was having a hard time pulling himself up. His body was prioritizing underarm security, trying to clamp down instead of hoisting him up.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahahap!”

“Ten seconds…nine…eight…”

Colin was disheartened. This was not a promising start. He couldn’t even get two thirds of the way through the first exercise! His ego was bruised but what really concerned Colin at the moment was the growing situation in his skimpy underwear. The tight, thin material gave him nowhere to hide. It was clear for all to see that his blood really was pumping.

Determined to at least hit the forty mark, Colin hauled himself upward as Val’s fingers did the same. Ironically, his mounting arousal at the idea being his trainer’s ticklish plaything had put a little more coal in his furnace. Adrenaline had come in to play now.

“Thirty seven…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Seven…six…”

“Little guy thinks he so stwong…”

“Gehehehehehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohohohohohohohouttttttaaaaaahaha thehehehehehehehehere!”

“Thirty eight…”

“Little giggle boy can’t hold on. Just let go…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahappppiiiiihihihihihihihihihihttttt! Ahahahahahaha!”

“Five…four…”

“Thirty nine…”

“…just let go and fall into Auntie’s arms.”

“Cohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohome ohohohohohohohohohohohonnnn!”

“Three…two…”

“Ohhhhh, little boy’s sooooooooooooo close. Don’t let gooooooooo!”

“One…”

“Forty!”

The timer buzzed loudly as it finally hit zero, a harsh digital scream. Val pulled her hands away immediately, an unmistakable look of frustration on her face. She’d hoped he’d drop at least one more time and his willpower in the face of her ticklish assault bruised her ego some.

But as Nikki said, he had a long workout ahead of him.

Colin let go of the bar and took a beat to catch his breath. As it turned out, a beat was all he’d be getting.

“Next: Sixty sit ups. You have three minutes. Go!”

The timer reset almost immediately. Red digits ominously began counting down once more. Colin had three minutes.

He dropped to the floor and immediately assumed the sit up position. This time Colin knew what was coming and did his best to mentally fortify himself. When he saw Tricia step forward to be his new “spotter” his cock pulsed. On the floor, with his erection comfortably squeezed between his thighs, Colin’s eyes nearly crossed.

“One…two…three…four…” Nikki counted aloud.

Colin was moving quickly, his eyes glued to Tricia as she calmly knelt beside him and formed her hands into claws.

“So you like the baby talk, huh?”

“Five…six…”

Just hearing Tricia say the words “baby talk” made Colin even stiffer. He knew what was coming. Oddly, he couldn’t wait.

“I wonder if this is how it all started, with you like this on the floor…” Tricia began, flexing her fingers threateningly.

“Seven…eight…”

“…when the tickle monster came for you.”

“Nine…”

Tricia’s hands flew to Colin’s sides, her fingers probing for sensitive spots. It seemed she didn’t have to look very hard. It seemed Colin’s whole torso was a ticklish spot.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Trishshshshshshshshaaaa!”

She’d targeted his lower ribs first, her crab-claw-like hands pinching and grabbing playfully, doing her best to approximate what she assumed had been a formative experience for her giggling victim.

“Such a silly little wiggler! Wiggle wiggle wiggle! Oh my! Such happy little ribs you have! The tickle monster’s been looking for you, little one. And now that she’s found you, she’ll never let you go!”

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihittttttsssss nahahahahahahahahahatttt fahahahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahan’t sihihihihihihihihihit uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhup! Lehehehehehehehehehehehehemmmeeeeeeeeheheheheheeeee uhuhuhuhuhuhpppp!”

“C’mon, that’s no fair!” Val whined, looking to Nikki. “You’re not making her stop!”

“This is different,” Nikki said, cooly. “He’s still in position. Let Trish have her fun.”

Tricia was having fun. Seeing Colin on his back, giggling like a happy little boy beneath her playful touch delighted her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She was acutely aware of the effect her infantile teases had on him and wanted to see just how red she could get his cheeks.

“Poor widdle guy! Can’t even get ten itty bitty sit ups in because the tickle monster is a meanie! She just can’t stop pwayyying with this happy little boy’s wiggly widdle wibbies! Let’s play a silly little tickle game. Let’s see who can count higher, me or you.”

With that, Tricia began tweaking and massaging Colin’s ribs with debilitating precision as she playfully counted them off in a sing-song manner, as if she were reciting a nursery rhyme.

“One wiggle rib…two wiggle ribs…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!”

“Three wiggle ribs…uh oh Cowwin! Uh ohhhhh! You’re not keeping uuuuupppp!”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahahan’t! Yohohohohohohohou’re nhahahahahahahat lehehehehehehehetttihihihihihihinggg meeeeeheheheheheheheee!”

Indeed, Colin could do little more than writhe and giggle under Tricia’s nimble hands. He took his position on the floor already winded. This combined with Tricia’s ticklish assault on his ribs and belly now left him breathless, unable to do his sit ups. He noticed that Tricia’s nipples were getting hard, twin diamonds straining from behind her tight Underarmor top. Of course, this only aroused Colin even further. All he could do was curl up defensively as best he could, clamping his erection between his thighs as he fought for breath.

“Fourrrrrrr wibby wibby wibs! Fiiiiiiiiive! Oh such a lucky little boy to have so many! Oh my goodness! You have even moooooore? Such a greedy boy hiding all these wibbies from mommy…”

At the utterance of the “M Word” Colin’s erection bounced, his laughter spiking.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“If you can tell me how many ribs you have, maybe I’ll let you sit up again. Hmm? Can you tell mommy how many ribs you have, baby?”

Colin didn’t know.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII!”

Colin couldn’t speak. All he could get out was “I…I…I…” before collapsing into renewed paroxysms of laughter.

“24! Such a biiiiiig numbuh for a widdle boy like you! But it’s not so big on the timer is it. Huh? Can you see?”

His vision was blurred by tears but Colin could see that, sure enough, he only had twenty four seconds left on the clock. Tricia had been tickling him there on the floor for two and a half minutes and he’d only been able to do nine sit ups. It was humiliating.

Determined to get at least ten sit ups, Colin tried with all his might to lift himself from the floor but it was no use. With Tricia’s hands all over him, Colin could do little more than laugh and blubber.

“Awww, does that tickle monster have widdle Colin’s numbuh? I wonder how high I can count before we run out of -“

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki called out.

Colin couldn’t believe it. Had his time passed already? His cheeks would have flushed with embarrassment if they weren’t already cherry-red from forced laughter. Tricia smiled down at him sheepishly, almost as if she felt sorry for having so much fun with him.

Before he even had a chance to recover, Nikki announced the next challenge.

“Next: Sixty leg curls. You have three minutes. You may begin.”

Colin had to drag himself off the floor. He practically threw himself onto the leg curl machine, his sweaty face pressed deep into the hard, industrial cushion as he hooked his legs in and began to curl. Face down, Colin was able to hide his erection while subtly grinding it into the machine’s padding. Already this exercise was proving to be his favorite so far.

Once again he prioritized speed over form. After his embarrassing sit ups Colin was determined to make good on this exercise. The weight was set at sixty pounds. He could do this.

This time it was Nikki that stepped forward. Knowing her to be the “leader” of these fit ticklers only heightened his anticipation. If Nikki was the one who taught Val and Tricia the finer points of tickling gym rats…

“One…two…three…four…five…six…” Tricia counted. She was rooting for him. Colin could hear it in her voice.

Nikki knelt beside Colin’s feet as they curled up and down. Up and down.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Nikki reached out and pinched one of Colin’s shoelaces between her fingers. As Colin curled his legs, the knot in his shoes began to unravel. The more he curled, the more the shoelace pulled loose. Nikki didn’t even have to move. Colin was undressing his own feet.

“Ten…eleven…”

The laces of his right shoe were undone. Nikki released the limp laces and gently worried the shoe off as Colin’s foot came to rest position. The sneaker was removed with a satisfying pop before dropping to the floor with an impotent thud.

As Colin curled his feet again, Nikki positioned her hand in such a way that his socked sole dragged along her tensed fingers. Colin was, functionally, tickling himself.

“AH! Ohohohohohohohooooo nooooohohohohohohooooooo!”

Colin was giggling as much in anticipation as ticklishness. His feet were always a tender spot and he suspected that’s why Nikki had stepped up for this particular exercise. She wanted the best bits for herself.

“Awww, such little feetsies for a big boy. Who has little giggle feet, huh? Do youuuuuu have little giggle feet? C’mon, tell mama…” Nikki teased, effortlessly slipping into the teasing baby talk that had already proven so effective.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Gehehehehehehehehet ahahahawhahahay frohohohohohohohohom mihihihihihihihihihyyyyy feeeeheheheheheheheeet!”

But Nikki did not get away from his feet. Instead, she now pinched the toes of one sock with one hand while tickling his foot with the other. On this particular exercise, the tickling was somewhat helpful as Colin would jerk his feet away from Nikki’s busy fingers and get halfway through his rep.

“Twelve…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…”

“Geeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

At the same time, however, Colin’s exercise was only serving to undress his own feet. As he pulled away from Nikki’s ticklish touch, his sock pulled taut, slowly exposing his heels, his soles, his arches, and then, eventually, his toes.

“Sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…”

As Colin felt the cool air hit his exposed right foot he felt a surge of panic. His feet were terribly ticklish and he was worried about what sort of reaction Nikki’s fingers might elicit. Tricia was watching, after all.

“Oopsie! Someone lost his sockie wockie! Lets see how soft these widdle feet weally areeeee! A kitchy kitchy cooooooo!”

As Nikki’s fingers touched Colin’s naked sole he let out a girlish whine that embarrassed him deeply. He’d always known he’d had ticklish feet, ever since his babysitter used his sensitivity against him when he’d needed discipline as a child. But this was different. Nikki had patience, technique. She was a tickler.

“WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITTTTTT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH” Colin squealed.

His legs were moving faster than before, motivated by Nikki’s roving fingers. He kept kicking his feet, hoping to dodge her nimble fingers. But what goes up must come down, and any momentary reprieve he managed while making his rep.

“Nineteen….twenty!” Tricia cheered. “Twenty one…”

Nikki had grabbed ahold of the toe of his other sock while her free hand began targeting his toes.

“Whee? Whee? Hmmm, what else goes weeee? I can’t think of it. It’s on the tip of my tongue…”

“Piggies?” Val asked with a smile.

Colin’s heart leapt into his chest. Not piggies. Anything but that…

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO! NO PIHIHIHIHIGGIES! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO PIHIHIHIHIHIGGIES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Colin screeched, pressing his reddening face into the headrest, not wanting Tricia to see his cherry red cheeks.

“Awwww, is my widdle buddy afraid of some happy little piggies? But they really want to meet our tickly widdle man! Here, let me introduce you to…thiiiiiiiissssss little piggy went to the market…”

As Nikki began her nursery rhyme tease, wiggling his exposed pinky toe. Colin jerked his feet away frantically, causing him to pull his other sock nearly halfway off his foot, the elastic band applying flimsy pressure where his arch met the ball of his foot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“Thiiiiiis little piggy stayed home…”

All Colin could do was laugh and keep pulling his feet up to the best of his ability.

“Twenty four…twenty five…”

Letting go of the toe of his sock, Nikki now used her non-piggying hand to tease his soft, exposed sole with two needling fingers, spiking the poor boy’s laughter once more.

“This widdle piggy had some woast beeeeeeeeeffffff…”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight…twenty nine…”

Suddenly Colin was a little boy again, kicking futilely against his babysitter’s squishy thighs as she piggied his toes for the umpteenth time. He’d flail and beat his fists against the couch cushions as Mrs. Thompson tickled him hysteric. Of course, Colin always loved his tickle time with Mrs. Thompson, sometimes even baiting her with savvy disobedience so that he might spend more time under her nimble, teasing fingers.

“And this widdle piggy had none! Poor wiggle piggy! Can you tell me what sound a piggy makes, little one?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…SNORT…EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…”

Colin couldn’t himself tell if his snort was an accident or just the latest example of his obvious submission to his ticklers, but it made his dick so hard you could cut glass with it.

“Awwww, such a good little piggy for mommy. Can mommy’s piggy tell her what happened to the last tickly little piggy? Hmmmm?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WEHEHEHEHEHEHENTTT…HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENT -“

“WEE WEE WEE ALLLLL THE WAY HOME….!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO! MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISSSUS THOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMPSON, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!”

Nikki unleashed all ten fingers on his feet now, scribbling and wiggling in all the soft and fleshy spots that she knew would drive Colin wild. The exertion of the exercise had caught up to him and his muscles burned from nearly forty reps on the machine.

Nikki had timed it perfectly. Worn out, Colin was unable to pull his feet away as rapidly, debilitated by accumulated fatigue in addition to the debilitating piggy session Nikki was perpetrating. Unable to pull his feet away, overcome by laughter and sore muscles, Colin could only lay there and take it as he ground his raging erection into the bench to wring what pleasure he could from the whole hysterical ordeal.

“Such soft, tickawwy feetsies! Tricia should have brought you to us weeks ago. We’ve been looking for a giggly little man like you for soooooooo long. You’re the perfect widdle giggle boy aren’t you? Huh? Tell me. Tell mommy…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - !”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Tricia called out.

Nikki withdrew her hands, lingering for just a moment to remove the remaining sock, still dangling lamely from Colin’s worked-over toes.

“Next…” Nikki declared, beaming at the sight of an exhausted, ticklish Colin. “Chest press. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

The timer reset but Colin didn’t move right away. He was still catching his breath. He looked at the timer with dread. Colin could hear his heartbeat in his ears, which ominously synced up with the countdown. He could literally hear the seconds ticking away.

After nearly thirty seconds, Colin had sucked enough air back into his lungs (and willed away most of his erection) to peel himself off the now sweat covered cushion and move toward the bench press.

His legs were burning but his arms had recovered from the pull ups by now. As he settled into position, his heart sank when he saw Val step forward once more. Even more so than Tricia or Nikki, she seemed to take real pleasure in his ticklish suffering.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Colin set his weight to 80lbs and got to work. He had a little over two minutes left and knew in his heart this exercise might be a wash, but Colin refused to give Val the satisfaction of an embarrassing defeat. He could up his numbers, even if out of spite.

Colin had to hand it to them, his ticklers were giving him ample motivation and incentive. As trainers, they weren’t half bad. As ticklers, they were far worse.

“One..two…three…” Colin was taking his time, not wishing to exhaust himself early. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

Val walked up to him slowly, savoring the moment. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling toward him while never once breaking eye contact. Val knew Colin was afraid and had good reason to be.

“Four…five…six…seven…”

Val positioned herself between Colin’s spread legs, staring into his tear stained eyes.

“Hey bubba,” she chirped as she brought her hands to Colin’s exposed armpits. “Remember me?”

Little probing touches, fingers gently pressing against the wispy hair of his vulnerable hollows.

“AHAHAAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! DONT!”

SLAM!

The weights slammed back down as Colin instinctively puled his arms back. Val was a merciless tease. Even if she wasn’t tickling him that aggressively she somehow made it all the more maddening.

“It’s okay. I’m’a be gentle with you this time. Because I want to see…”

She looked down at his pulsing erection.

“…just how much of a big boy you can be. So come on. Up, up, up…”

She motioned theatrically for Coin to resume his exercise, which he did.

“So tell me…who was Mrs. Thompson? Hm?” Val cooed.

Val’s fingers returned to him armpits moments later, little finger flutters where his ribs met his armpit, curling those little hairs around and around. Colin was thrashing about in his seat, bouncing up and down, but he was getting the reps in, however haltingly.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!”

“Eight…nine…ten…”

“C’mon, tell me. Or does auntie Val have to tickle tickle tickle it out of you?”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihi dohohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohohohow whahahahat yhohohohohohohohou’re tahahahahahahahahahalking ahahahahahabohohohohohohout!” Colin giggled, bouncing in his seat as he valiantly tried to make progress.

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Mrs. Thompson. You said her name a few minutes ago while Nikki was playing piggies. You begged her to stop. You even said ‘please.’ So I’m going to ask you again. Who was Mrs. Thompson?”

At this, Val’s hands dropped down to his sides. Her fingers skittered up and down, applying just enough pressure to keep the stream of giggles pouring from Colin’s lips while allowing him just enough air to speak.

“Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoooooo nohohohohohohohoooooo!”

Val’s hands wandered up and down, poking and grabbing, playing him like an instrument. The softer touch and deliberate pace gave Colin the chance to pick up the pace of his reps, but his stomach sank as he understood that his ticklish torment would not be ending soon.

“Sheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee — ohohohohoho gohohohohodddd - sheeheheheheheheheheheeeee wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssss muhuhuhuhu-muhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhihihihihihihihihihi! Sheehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssssssssssss mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy -!”

“Thirteen..fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…”

“Your what, baby boy? Your mommy? Your auntie?”

“Mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy bahahahahahahahahahabbbysihihihihihihittttter!”

“And what did the mean babysitter do to my baby, hmm? Did she tickle your widdle wuv handles? Did she make you wet your widdle shorts? Tell Auntie Val…”

And so Colin told her. He told Val about how Mrs. Thompson would roll him up in a rug and tease the wrinkles of his feet with goose feathers she’d pluck from her hat.

He spoke of how she’d sit on his arms until they fell asleep and make him tear up just from tracing his neck and jaw with her long, devilish nails, all the while teasing him for being helpless to stop her.

And with every word that tumbled from his lips he felt his erection swell ever hungrier.

“Shehehehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahassssss sohohohohohohohohohohohohooooo meheheheheheheheheheheheaaaannnnnn!”

“Thirty six…thirty seven…”

“Awww, poor widdle boyyyyy…” Val cooed as her claw-like hands grabbed at the fleshy spot where his sides sloped into hips. “…she coochied her poor boy silly. So…so silly…silly silly silly”

Val kept repeating that word over and over again. Suggestible as he was, Colin couldn’t help but feel silly himself, bouncing up and down in his seat as his muscles strained against the weights. But it was his cheeks that burned hottest, muscles and blood alike, from smiling so much.

“Thirty eight…thirty nine…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahap sahahahahahawahahahaying thahahahahat!”

“What? Silly? Silly? Silly silly silly boy! Such a silly widdle man twying to keep such a tickle monstuh from auntie…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki confirmed.

“Wow, that was your best effort yet,” Tricia nodded, approvingly. “You nearly broke 40.” It sounded condescending when she hadn’t meant it to. No matter, said condescension only fed the burning fire building beneath his ever tightening briefs

“See you soon,” Val smiled as she got up and rejoined the others at the far end of the gym.

Now it was Tricia’s turn again and Colin could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. He was a sweaty mess now, his exposed skin slick and glistening. The fabric of his underwear was strained, barely able to contain Colin’s impressively swollen member.

Colin caught Tricia staring, taking momentary pleasure in the pink it brought to her cheeks when she saw that he noticed her staring. Nikki’s authoritative voice cut through the awkward silence like a knife.

“Next…Leg extension. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

Colin was in a flow state now, launching from one machine to the next. He slid easily into the cushioned seat, set his weight, and got to work.

“One…two…three…”

Colin’s heart beat even faster as Tricia stepped forward. His feet, already bared, were easy targets. Unlike the previous machine, the reflex to pull away wasn’t as helpful to him. Sitting up, facing Tricia, his instinct was to pull backwards, not down as the machine required.

“Four…five…six…”

Tricia turned her palm toward his soles, fingertips pointing down, digits bent and claw-like. As Colin pushed his legs down, he was raking his own soles and toes across Tricia’s fingertips.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Shit! Shihihihihihihihihhittttttt! Eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!”

“That’s my good little boy, just like that. Up and down…up and down…for mommy…” Tricia whispered encouragingly. It was not lost on Colin that her eyes kept wandering back to his stiff cock, little tears of precum staining the tip of his trembling tent.

“Seven…Eight…”

“Dohohohohohohohohohohon’t dohohohohohohohohohohooooo thahahahahahahahahaaaaaat! Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

When Colin allowed the lowering weights to carry his legs back up, his toes would brush against her fingers, settling in place with her nails just resting on the underside of his bulbous toe pads. Tricia had definitely done this before. She was getting him coming and going.

“Don’t do what, baby? Can’t mommy encourage her happy little boy? Don’t you want mommy to give you attention…and tiiiiiiickle your tickly widdle piggies? Huh? Don’t you wuv it? Say it. Tell mommy. Tell mommy you wuv her tickles. C’mon…”

It was maddening, and Tricia barely needed to move a muscle. The more reps he did the more that ticklish feeling built up in him, causing his erection to strain ever harder against the astonishingly elastic underwear he’d been put in.

“Nine…Ten…Eleven…”

“Nohohohohohohohohohohoooo! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihi wohohohohohohon’t! Yohohohohohohohohohohouuuuuu chahahahahahahahahahant mahahahahahahake meeeeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee! Ahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha!”

Tricia smirked, amused by his challenge to her. The guy had real spirit.

“Oh, is that right?” Tricia questioned, her voice lilting in that awful, infantilizing way that cut through him like butter.

The weights came down once more, clanging harshly as the metal plates collided with each other.

In a flash, Tricia’s hand flew to the rod that kept the weights in place, swiftly pulling it out. Suddenly weightless, Colin’s feet slammed down with startlingly quickness. As they rebounded to first position, Tricia reinserted the stick, setting Colin’s weight at over 300 pounds.

Colin’s feet were now rigidly held in place. His soles were helpless to pull away — or down — from Tricia’s fingers anymore.

“Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahat ahahahahahahahahahahahare yohohohohohohohohohouuuuu dohohohohohoooooing? Bahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“What are you talking about?” Tricia deadpanned. “I didn’t do anything. Mommy’s been a little busy taking her widdle man to tickle town. Coochie coochie coooo! Laff for me baby boy…”

Colin couldn’t complete his reps anymore. The weight was simply too much. Tricia had him right where she wanted him. He couldn’t move his feet away any more. All he could do now was sit there and take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! AHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIIIIIR! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

What made it even worse — if that were possible — was that the lack of effort allowed Tricia to just stand there looking directly at Colin. He had nowhere to hide. Boys like him never could seem to hide from mommy, could they?

“Awwwww, you must really wuv this, huh? You must wike it when mommy tickles your widdle piggies. C’mon little one, tell mommy how much you wuv your tickle time.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!”

“No? No you don’t like it, or no you won’t confess?”

Colin didn’t even know anymore. His eyes were watering, the glowing red numbers ticking down on the digital clock blurring together in a wet haze. He’d long since stopped paying much attention to the clock.

“Such a weak and helpless little boy. If you hate it so much, just pull away from my busy widdle fingies. C’mon. Move those piggies for mama…”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNNNN’T!” Colin howled.

It didn’t matter how strong he was or how well he did. This had always been the plan. He had no control. None of this was up to him. All he could do was try to hold on to however much dignity he was left with.

Somehow, Colin suspected it wouldn’t be much.

“Poor widdle boy. Too weak to fight mommy. But why would you want to fight mommy? Mommy makes you happy. Mommy makes you laugh. Mommy makes you smile. Mommy makes you…hard…”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Colin’s body was glistening with sweat now, his neck red from laughter and his face even more so from embarrassment. He was their smiling happy toy for as long as they wished.

Or, at least, until the gym opened in the morning.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Tricia’s fingers lingered a moment longer upon Colin’s pink soles before finally retreating.

Nikki stepped forward now, her hands resting on her hips as she watched the exhausted, giggling boy before her, his erection tensing from behind the thin elastic fabric with every residual giggle that escaped his wrung out body.

“Next…Leg press. You have —“

“Yeah…I got it…” Colin smiled.

The timer started and Nikki waited patiently as Colin settled into the machine. His body was moving slower now. The inability to complete his reps for most of his time on the last machine meant that his legs were not burnt out.

The weight was already set for him. They’d done him that courtesy at least. And unlike Tricia, Nikki hadn’t set him up to fail on this one.

Colin got to work, grunting as his bare feet, still tingling from Tricia’s assault, pressed into the cold, textured metal push plate of the machine.

“One…two…three…” Tricia counted, still flushed from her charged mommy moment with the star of their little show.

Nikki knelt beside Colin as he went about his reps. She just watched him for a while, staring intently at his face. She didn’t touch him yet, but hovered her hands just under his right thigh.

“Four…five…six…”

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout…”

Lightly, very lightly, Nikki began running the pads of her fingertips up along the underside of Colin’s exposed thigh in a creepy-crawly motion. She was barely touching him, but this light, feathery touch, coupled with her sing-song nursery rhyme melted what little resolve Colin had left in seconds.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

His knees shook and trembled beneath Nikki’s tender assault on his soft and sensitive thighs. Colin had never had his thighs tickled before. He didn’t even know he was ticklish there. But Colin knew now.

“Seven…eight…nine…ten…

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out…”

Nikki ran her fingers down Colin’s trembling thigh now, pitter-pattering her soft fingertips down like ticklish raindrops. Her touches with debilitating and precise, chipping away at Colin’s already shredded psyche one nerve ending at a time.

“BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain…”

“Thirteen…”

Nikki spread her fingers and dragged them up Colin’s thigh now, landing just beneath the back of his knee, before tensing her fingers and raking her nails down his pale thighs, the flinty edges just grazing the bottom of his right butt cheek.

Colin just about shot out of his seat.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“And the itsy bitsy spider crept up the spout again…”

Nikki walked her fingers back up the underside of Colin’s thighs. He was shaking with laughter now, his legs pressing forward simply to expel some of the pent up energy that was building and building within him.

“Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…”

Nikki got up and walked around behind Colin, lazily patting his damp hair with her soft and open hand. This touch sent a shiver down Colin’s spine and made his cock jump hungrily.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…”

Nikki knelt on the other side of him now, once again gently resting the soft pads of her fingers on the sensitive skin of his thighs.

“Twenty…twenty one…”

“Look at me, little one.” Nikki had spoken the words softly but there was no mistaking it for anything other than a command.

Colin met her gaze. She was smiling.

“Theeeeeeeee itsy bitsy spider…”

And so Nikki began again, once more gently pitter-pattering her fingertips up the underside of Colin’s thighs. Had he not been so hard, Colin might have just wet himself.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHAGAIN! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“…went up the water spout…”

Colin shook his head desperately, beads of sweat flying from his wet hair.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSY!”

“…down came the rain…” Nikki’s fingers dragged back down again, eliciting fresh squeals from the broken, ticklish boy.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSEEEEEE!”

“…and washed the spider out…”

“HELP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELLLLLLP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!”

“…out came the sun…”

Pitter patter. Scrape. Squeeze. Trace. Giggle. Shake. Press. Breathe.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — COUGH COUGH! — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“…and it dried up all the rain…”

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMY! HEHEHEHEHEHELP MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY! BAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

“….and the itsy bitsy spider…”

Colin had lapsed into silent laughter now, depleted. He just lay there now, shaking under Nikki’s skilled and knowing fingertips. He’d given up on getting any more reps in long ago. He simply had to surrender and hope that whatever embarrassments awaited him would stay within this room.

“…crept up the spout again…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“And…time.” Val breathed, seemly awed by the spectacle of what Colin had been reduced to.

Nikki, clearly aroused by her own power over the blubbering boy in front of her, cleared her throat before rising to her feet.

“And lastly…” she announced with no small amount of ceremony, “…planking. You have three minutes. Begin!”

Colin practically crawled out of his seat, dragging himself to a spot on the floor nearby. He was spent, dehydrated and wrung out. His whole body was sore and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

In three minutes it would all be over. He just needed to make it three more minutes.

After what felt like an eternity, Colin managed to rise off the floor and stiffen into a planking position. His elbows dug uneasily into the padded floor, wobbling some from the adrenaline that Colin could now taste on the back of his tongue — bitter and exhilarating.

Colin held the pose. But he knew what was coming.

Facing the floor, he didn’t know who was approaching him from which side, but he knew that all three of them were closing in on him, circling their prey like tickle vultures. Colin was done for. He knew that. The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears was deafening.

A set of fingers made contact with his taut soles, gently teasing up along his pale arches. Another pair of hands settled beneath his arms, gently teasing his straining muscles and damp underarm hair.

But Colin nearly buckled as he felt his tight briefs being gently worried down halfway — exposing his hips and the base of his turgid cock.

As sets of phantom fingers began to caress and twirl against his skin, Colin began to shake. Unlike the reps he’d been asked to complete before, here he only had a time limit. Unable to see the clock, Colin was unable to fortify himself with the promise of a finish line.

“Tickle tickle…”

“Such a silly widdle boy…”

“So small…so helpless…”

“So ticklish…”

“Pitter patter…tip toe… that’s the way the fingers go…”

“Hehehehehehehe…heheheheheheheheheheheeeeee….”

The girls were being gentle with him, allowing him to catch his breath. They weren’t torturing him anymore, just playing with him.

The tickler at his feet was lazily writing love notes onto his taut soles with a single finger from each hand. Under his arms the hands were more aggressive but still playfully patient, poking and scraping with practiced ease. But it was the hands beneath him that gave him the most trouble.

Fingertips teased the dark and damp pubic hair at the base of his tree trunk cock. It itched more than it tickled. What really drove him crazy, was the restless fingers of the other hand that gently tracing the outline of his cock through the precum drenched tent in his skimpy briefs.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe-nnghh-heheheheheheheheheheheheheheeee!”

“You’re ticklish. That’s what you are…”

“Hush little baby, don’t you sigh…”

“So hard for such a soft boy…”

“Nngggfff! Stahahahahahahahahahahahappit. Ihihihihi’mmmmhhhmmm…Ihihihihihihihihi’m gohohohohonnna…mmmmmmmmmmffffff…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you cry…”

“Ticklish. You’re ticklish.”

“Soft feet, soft hair…”

“Poor baby’s shaking like a widdle weef…”

Behind his clenched eyelids Colin could see the impending eruption of his own cock. He saw jets of pure white cream spurting from his red and eager rocket. He saw his cock twitching as it recoiled from the force of his explosive blast.

But every time he felt as though he might topple over the edge into the blissful climax he so craved, the fingers at his hips and cock would retreat. Colin would whine and buck his hips in desperation and the girls around him would laugh, shading his cheeks a deeper crimson.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe…stahahahahahahppppiiiiiit…” Colin blushed.

“And if you can’t hold that plank for me…”

“Ticklish. Ticklish. Ticklish…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you pee…”

“Little boy wants to make spurties for his mommies, doesn’t he?”

Colin found himself fervently nodding his head. He didn’t even know who was talking anymore. The teasing, infantilizing voices swirled around his head, coaxing his painfully erect cock like a team of expert snake charmers.

He had no earthly idea how much time had passed, how much longer he had to hold this pose. He’d know soon enough, he reasoned, but he needed to know.

Colin figured he had maybe thirty seconds left. Perhaps 10. Maybe, just maybe, he’d hear that harsh buzzer announce the end of the ordeal before he even opened his tear filled eyes.

“Aaaahehehehehehehehe..aha…aheheheheheheheheheheheheeee…”

Yes, that was it. He’d open his eyes just as the buzzer went.

Colin tried to time it in his head, waiting and waiting, holding out as long as he could before peeking.

But then the tip of the fingernail tracing his erect penis scratched the underside of his swollen cock head just a little too long and Colin reached his breaking point.

He opened his eyes and glanced fleetingly at the clock.

Colin’s heart nearly stopped. He had a little less than two minutes left.

More than the fingers, more than the chorus of tickle talking trainers, this is what broke Colin’s spirit.

He collapsed on the floor, fully giving up. The ticklers swarmed him, his hands wandering freely over his body. Tweaking his nipples and squeezing at his thighs. Colin just lay there on the floor, a little boy being tickled by a trio of playful bullies.

Colin was only dimly aware of his underwear being removed, mostly relieved at the sensation of his cock finally being freed from its elastic prison. It bounced freely in the air, desperate to be touched.

Instinctively, Colin reached for his cock, eager to finish himself off. But his trainers knew him better than he knew himself, grabbing his wrists before he had the chance to touch it. He nearly burst into tears as he was denied the ability to pleasure himself.

Nikki, Val and Tricia hauled him effortlessly across the room — Colin’s body loose and needy in their arms. They set him gently upon a padded table, wordlessly tying his wrists and ankles to each corner. Colin’s heartbeat began to slow as his cock twitched helplessly in the air between his three sweet tormentors.

They smiled down at Colin, who by now knew better than thinking he could escape his restraints.

“You have failed each and every one of our excises…” Nikki said, grinning. “Your punishment: One hour of tickling.”

Colin suddenly came to life again. Not that. Anything but that.

“W-wait..I don’t…”

He looked up and saw the timer reset. It began counting down.

Fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds left.

Val pressed her knuckles in between Colin’s exposed ribs, vibrating them in a way that made his voice crack. Nikki targeted his feet, gently tweaking his toes and spidering her nails beneath the ball of his ultra sensitive feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!”

Reason had abandoned him long ago but now even language was failing him. Colin felt his brain detach from his body, could see himself from above.

He could see Nikki playing piggies with his toes, the delicate ways in which her fingernails could write the alphabet on the bulbous pads of his helpless piggies.

Colin could see Val’s pudgy digits and the way they kneaded his flesh like dough, sculpting his sensitive flesh like ticklish clay. She’d mold him into a well behaved boy if it was the last thing she did.

And then, there was Tricia. She just stood there at Colin’s side, her gaze fixed on his bouncing, swollen cock.


She bent at the waist, her hands clasped patiently behind her back. Tricia glanced at Colin a moment, sympathetic but unwilling to help, before pursing her lips and gently blowing a cool stream of air onto Colin’s frustrated penis.

Colin nearly came right there and then, only to have his bliss denied once again as he felt Tricia’s hands begin to grope at his belly.

He couldn’t take it any more.

“NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAHAHAHN’T! APPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awww, is the widdle boy gonna have an accident?” Val taunted, her fingers poking at his ribs.

“Widdle bunny coo coo has such soft widdle wabbit feetsies…”

“Who’s got a tickly tummy? Huh? Such a soft happy widdle tum tum!”

Tears leaked from the corners of Colin’s eyes, his body thrashing this way and that upon the table, unable to get away. He’d never get away. This was his world now. All he’d ever know for the rest of his days.

And then, as Tricia’s fingers began to explore the dark hollow of his sensitive bellybutton, Colin felt Tricia’s warm hand wrap around his thankful cock.

Colin’s mouth opened so wide he was afraid he might pull a muscle in his jaw. Before his eyes crossed, he saw Tricia smile reassuringly at him, pursing her lips once more as she blew him a gentle kiss.

Her grip tightened and moved. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. D-

Colin’s body thrashed then stilled. His head hung back, jaw slack, eyes rolled back to their whites. He trembled for a moment, suspended in unimaginable pleasure — his rigid body straining against the weight of his relief — before coming back down to earth, limp on his back like a marionette with snipped strings.

The almost opalescent fluid splashed across his quivering stomach glistened in the light, the faces of his smiling minders reflected across their ticklish canvas in little pools and droplets of need.

The timer kept tickling, the hour was not through. But the ladies took a moment to care for their broken toy. They shushed and soothed him, petting his damp hair and rubbing his tired feet. A warm washcloth gently wiped him clean, occasionally tickling him with its softness.

Even more sensitive post-orgasm, Colin could only lay there giggling in the arms of his trainers.

“So, babe…” Tricia asked, once Colin regained the ability to speak. “How do you like the new workout routine…?”

All eyes went to Colin, who was now splayed out between the three of them on the ground, the remainder of their penalty playing out in gentle play upon the floor — poking his tummy and feathering his toes.

Feeling the eyes of the three women watching expectantly, Colin could only laugh.

“Where do I sign up?”

Pleased with his answer, Colin’s three personal trainers set their hands upon him again. The timer was quietly reset as Colin was helplessly stretched out once more on the floor between the women for another round of training…

 

[milagros317]

A wonderful fantasy! I would go to the gym every night if it were like this.

 

[Titillating 2.0]

Talk about a good incentive! I’d be shredded and endlessly aroused in no time haha. Awesome story thanks for sharing

 

[footfan69]

Awesome story!

 

[ticklishstuey]

OMG that was heavenly