1. Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 2 - Total Commitment


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    ... neck.

Darius dipped down, careful to maintain proper form.

*WHAP*

Just as he reached the lowest point of his squat, he felt Jennifer's towel snap across his ass.

“One!”

Darius heaved the weight upwards; his calves, thighs and core doing all the work.

“SQUAT!”

He dipped down again, the weight not burdensome yet, but a little more difficult than the first time.

*WHAP*

His ass, already bruised from Heather's abuse in recent weeks, smarted in pain.

'Jesus Christ! Am I really being flogged with a towel while lifting?'

“Two!”

He thought about ending the exercise immediately, walking out and filing a complaint with the gym, but that would mean dealing with those women in the lobby again. Besides, he was so close to finishing the workout. He just wanted to get through it and go home. As ridiculous as it was, he would endure Jennifer's “motivation.”

“SQUAT!”

*WHAP*

“Three!”

* * * * *

Darius sat on the bench before a row of lockers as he removed his shoes and socks. He was dying for a hot shower, but simultaneously dreading it. He'd never had the “locker room anxiety” that many men experienced, but now that he was wearing a cock cage that had changed completely. Since Heather put him in chastity he made it a point to avoid total nudity in the locker room as much as possible.

“Mmmmm...”

His eyebrows arched upon hearing what could only be described as a light moan of pleasure behind him. He craned his neck to the side, looking in ...
    ... the direction that the out-of-place noise had come from. What he noticed out of the corner of his vision made his eyes bulge and his body twist even further so he could get a better look.

The stranger, whose back was turned, had unmistakably put on a set of pink, satin panties over his otherwise naked body. The guy felt his ass through the silky material and then gave himself a rub across the crotch of his feminine undergarment.

As he stepped into the pant legs of his blue jeans, Darius quickly turned back to his locker and acted as if he'd seen nothing. That didn't stop the acceleration of his pulse or his suddenly buzzing nerves.

'The fuck is going on!?! Is the whole world losing it?'

He waited for the other man to finish dressing, close his locker and walk off before looking side to side and ensuring no one else was nearby. Darius quickly disrobed, grabbed a towel from his locker and wrapped it around his midsection, hiding his caged manhood.

He made his way to the shower room, hoping it was empty. As he rounded the corner and walked into the white, porcelain tiled rows of shower stations, he was immediately disappointed.

“Oh my god, Cynthia gave me such a pounding last night...”

“Hah! So that's why you keep grunting when you sit down. Lucky you!”

There were two older men who looked to be in their fifties or sixties, naked as the day they were born. They were standing in front of two shower stations, casually toweling themselves off and chatting. One ...
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