I always liked going to the gym in the evenings. Things were less crowded and I didn't have to wait to work in on the equipment. It also just worked better for my schedule as a graduate student. I was at an Ivy League school, doing research and being a teaching assistant. So, by the time I was done dealing with papers and getting the class ready for the next day, I used the gym as my stress relief. It was also always fun just to take a peek at some of the men in the showers and in the exercise areas.
It had been a stressful day. Besides the regular workload, it was getting near the end of the fall semester. I would be finishing my degree in the spring and I was already starting to look at schools for my doctorate. I wanted to continue at my current university, but it was one of the top ones in the country and a minor miracle that I had gotten in to the Masters program. So, all of that was weighing on me and I really pushed a lot of mental crap out during the work out.
The gym was housed in a building that had several floors. I always used to laugh at the people that would ride the elevator up to the exercise room and then get on a Stair Master. I just took the stairs up and down to the locker room. That night, I went down the service stairs, instead of the main stairs. I had done this all the time, so I didn't think much of it. However, this time when I got to the floor the locker room was on, it was locked. So, I started back up the stairs to try and get back into the main part of the gym building. Each floor, the door was locked, including the floor I had entered the stair well. I thought I was really trapped. I thought my luck would have me exiting the gym, through the fire escape, setting off the alarms and freezing in the snow outside. So, I just kept trying each door as I went down. Finally, one door was open, but it didn't go back into the main gym area.
I had stepped into another locker room. It wasn't very large, but it was nice. As I started to walk down the hall, to what looked like a door into the main gym I saw a steam room and sauna.
"This must be the faculty locker room," I though to myself.
I heard that they had a steam room and sauna in the gym, but the school had closed it. The reasoning was something about hard to maintain with health codes. Most people knew it was because it was used to cruise for sex. So, they closed it down, but here the faculty facility was still in operation. I looked and saw that there wasn't anyone around. Since, I was here, I might as well enjoy the chance to relax after a work out. I stripped out of my work out clothes and laid them neatly on the benches outside of the room. I ran across the hall and hit the shower area for a quick rinse. It was one of those group ones, which surprised me, since I thought the faculty would want more privacy. I then headed into the steam room. It was dimly lit, so I wasn't concerned about anyone seeing me in there. Besides, they would know someone was around since my clothes were outside. I nestled down on the tiled bench up high in the corner and stretched out. It was really relaxing and I just closed my eyes and started to float away.
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the opening of the door. Since my eyes had adjusted to the low light, I could see the man entering the steam room. He was a very distinguished looking man, with grey/white hair and beard. All neatly trimmed in almost a flat top on his head and close on his face. He was stocky, but very solid and was covered with white body hair. You could even see the hair on his shoulders in silhouette.
"Oh, I am sorry. I got locked in the stair well and this door was open. I saw the steam room and thought I would take advantage of it. I will get out of here," I said. I started to get up and move to the door.
"Relax," the gentleman said, in a calm, baritone voice. "I am just here after my work out to unwind as well. Nothing wrong with some company, even if they aren't on faculty."
So, my guess was right about the locker room. I still felt uneasy, but I decided to stay a bit, since he said it wasn't a problem. He took the other corner from me and I closed me eyes and started to drift again. Before I knew it, I was starting to get an erection. I wasn't really sure why. I mean the gentleman who entered the steam room was attractive, but I wasn't turned on that easily. I brought my legs up to cover the growing problem.
"How long have you been in here?" he asked as I was adjusting myself.
"I am not sure. I came in and kind of dozed off and on."
"You should probably go hit the shower to cool down. You don't want to get heat exhaustion. Grab a drink of water and give yourself a good cleaning."
Good cleaning? What did that mean? Whatever it meant, it sounded like a good idea to get a drink and cool down in the shower. It had been a long time since I had done a steam room. I forgot how tired you could become by heating your body temperature. So, I slowly got up and walked out the door, not even really thinking about my erection (that had gone full mast) and headed to the showers. There was a private shower stall that I didn't notice when I had rinsed off, so I headed into that. I also realized that there was music playing in the background. I must have been so relieved to find an open door and excited about the steam room that I didn't even notice it before. I closed the door behind me and turned on the shower. It was a little warm and so I turned the temperature down some more, so I could cool down faster. Hanging on the side of the shower stall was a metal shower douche. I had seen them in magazines, but never seen one up close or used one. I was cheap and used enema bottles, that I dumped the fluid out and used water and lube in them. I was curious, what if felt like. As I bent down to pick up the nozzle, I noticed a bottle of lube in the corner of the shower. Well, everything I needed was here, so I figured I might as well experiment. There was a separate feed for the hose, so I didn't have to change the shower water temperature.
I lubed up my hole and the nozzle, had the water at a cool temperature and started working it up inside of me. My cock jumped up and down, as my muscles opened my hole and shot waves of pleasure through me. It felt so good that my nipples were tingling in excitement. I took the hose out of me, left if running and rubbed my belly, enjoying the water inside of me.
"I hope there is a toilet outside," I thought to myself. "I don't know where I am going to dump this."
I opened the shower stall door and there was a toilet, just a few feet away. I made my way to it, still holding the water firmly inside me and sat down. Just as I sat, I had to let loose. The water rushed out of me. I looked up to see the gentleman from the steam room in the group shower area. He was cooling down as well. I was embarrassed and blushed. He just smiled at me and nodded. I started looking at him more. He had a nice looking cock from what I could see. It wasn't hard, but it hung on him nicely. It looked like he shaved or trimmed around his cock and balls, because the punched out of the dense, white body hair. Even wet, the hair still stuck up off his body. I broke myself away from looking at him and went back into the shower stall. I then continued to clean myself out. I didn't really know why I was doing it. I wasn't going to be going out tonight looking for sex, but it just felt good. So, I kept it up until I was good and clean. When I stepped out the fourth and final time. I didn't see the gentleman.
"He must have gone home, " I thought. "At least I will have something to JO about tonight."
I made my way back to the steam room and decided to spend at least some more time in there. It was just so relaxing and being near the end of the semester, I knew I wouldn't get many more chances to waste an evening like this. My eyes took a minute to adjust to the dim light again and I made my way to the corner that I had been sitting in before. As I got closer, I could see the gentleman hadn't gone home. He was back in the corner he had occupied.
"Everything good and clean?"
"Yes Sir," I responded with some surprise.
"Good boy. Come over here and let me see how well you did that."
Without thinking I stared walking towards him. My cock hadn't gone soft since I left the steam room. Here I was approaching a stranger, fully erect on not thinking anything of it. What the hell was happening to me.
"Let me get a good look at it," he said smiling. "I want to make sure you are ready for the pleasure I am about to give you. Turn around and show me your hole."
I was so turned on, my heart was pounding, my mind was thinking, "What if we get caught doing this? I am so freaking horny. God, I want to please this hot man." I turned around and placed my ass near his face. Where he was sitting on the bench it was at the perfect height for him to inspect my freshly washed and lubed hole. Suddenly, I felt a finger start to probe my crack. It teased my crack and sent shivers through my body. The heat of the steam didn't help to control my chills. It was so invigorating, being touched like this by this man.
"Bend over, so I can get a better look of what is mine now," whispered the man.
I barely heard him, but I rolled my back and squatted so my hands could touch the floor. I braced myself, almost looking like lineman, so that I would be solid for him to do what he need to do.
"Does this ass belong to me now?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you know why it belongs to me?"
"No, Sir."
"Because you have been chosen to become one of us."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Once I cum inside of your hole, you will begin your journey. It will take time and you will work for your reward. However, your future will be secured and you will not have to worry about your career."
"Thank you, Sir."
Cum inside me! My mind started to buck. One of them! What the hell? This was really starting to freak me out. Yet, I didn't have anyway to stop it. My body just went along with what was being told to me.
"Relax. Enjoy. Join me," intoned the man. "You are opening yourself up to your future. This is just the first step. You are opening your mind and you open your hole for me. Listen to my voice and obey. I will teach you, you will obey, you will serve and you will learn. Relax and except the pleasure that will rush through your body and mind. Relax."
His final word was punctuated with his cock sliding into my hole. I let out a large sigh, as his rod entered me. I didn't notice how large it was, but it felt wonderful going into me. It could have been the size of a pencil for all I knew, but it filled my hole with such warmth and energy. It felt like I had passed through a field of electrically charged air. The hair on my body stood on end and my muscles just swelled with blood and oxygen. I suddenly relaxed and accepted his cock fully into my hole.
"You have begun the first step. Now, listen to my voice and only my voice as I begin to fill you. I will be filling you with many things in the months and years to come. You will always come to me to be filled. I will give you many things and I will ask many things of you. You have been chosen and you have accepted this call. Do you wish for this to continue and to join us?"
I suddenly had snapped out of the bliss I had been enjoying. My head felt groggy, like I had just woken from a nap. He was asking me to make a choice, though he said I had been chosen. Did I want what to continue? This fucking? Hell yes. I hadn't felt this amazing for years. I felt stronger and sexier. I took a survey of my body. I had been locked in this bent over position for how long? I didn't feel any fatigue. My cock still remained hard this entire time. If this is what it was going to be like...
"Yes, Sir."
"What is your answer boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I repeated strongly. "I want to accept this call. I want to continue. I want to join you. I want to be taught and be filled by you."
"Good boy," he replied warmly. "You will relax again and prepare yourself to be transformed. Relax."
I suddenly drifted back into the zone I was before he asked me the question. My eyes shut, but I felt like I could see out of them. The floor was warm and I could sense my hands on it, but they were floating on it. Suddenly, I had the sense of blue/green colors swirling through my body.
"Feel the energy boy. I am putting that into you and you are creating it as well. Let it flow. Let it move. Let it make you grow. Let it guide and control you. Taste it, sense it and become it."
I was just in awe. How was he able to sense what I was feeling and seeing? It felt like we were connected. I just envisioned his cock pumping my hole with energy. I then saw his body shape being that energy and my body transforming into that same energy. It then gelled. We were one entity and he was teaching me and I was learning. I just smiled and floated in this state of bliss.
"That's it. Just take it all in and put it back out. Float with it. Join us. Become one of us."
I was flying and dripping precum like mad. I felt my body on the edge of orgasm and I started to moan.
"Not yet boy. You aren't allowed until you are fully ready," he growled. "You may cum when you feel my load enter you. Not until then. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes, Sir!"
I regained my focus and my breathing. So, I just tried to concentrate on enjoy in pounding my hole was receiving. I don't think I had ever been worked like this before. I was still in my same position, sweating heavily from being in the steam room, the intensity of the sex and I did not want it to stop. I can only assume that this is what some people who do yoga experience. I just continued to focus on my energy, my body and how everything felt like it was changing, forever.
"That's it boy. You found your focus again. Keep it there and you will be rewarded greatly shortly and beyond this moment. We will teach you many great things, if you just open up. Relax, go deeper into this moment and remember it. Let it go deeper into you body, its tissue, your thoughts, your mind, your soul. Deeper and deeper you travel on this journey. This section will end soon, but it is just the first step of your becoming one of us. Are you ready to join us? Are you ready to become what we want of you? Are you ready boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir what?" he asked me sternly.
"Yes, Sir. I am ready to become one of you, I want to serve you and I am ready."
"Say it again boy!"
As I began to repeat what I had just said. A low guttural sound began rumbling from the man.
"Say it again boy," he barked. "Say it until I tell you to stop."
I began to chant again. He began to pound me harder and faster. I was saying the words in rhythm with his thrusts. Controlling my breath and my focus was becoming harder and harder. I thought I was going to collapse in exhaustion, but I just kept going. Suddenly, there was an intense growl from the man and I felt him shove himself deeply into my hole. Then I felt it inside me and I shot my load and collapsed on the floor of the steam room. He rode me down to the floor, not leaving my hole. I began to seizure. Every muscle in my body was clenching and releasing. My entire body was experiencing my orgasm. The cum kept coming out of my stiff rod and I was milking more out of the man, who had just become my Sir, my mentor, my Master. It was as close to an out of body experience I think I have ever experienced. I didn't feel of the world at that moment. I was traveling on a different plane and I didn't know where I was going, or really cared at that moment. I knew that I would be guided from here on out on this journey. Then, I passed out.
I awoke under a cool spray of water. I was in the faculty shower area, not the private stall than I had cleaned myself in, but the group area. There was no music playing this time, but the man, my Sir, was there. He was stroking my body as I lay on the floor of the shower.
"Just relax boy," he said, warm and gently. "You are still under my control. You had an amazing revelation in the steam room. It was much greater than I or anyone would have guessed. You went much longer than anyone has before you. So, just breathe and listen to my voice."
I just looked at him and smiled. I knew I was safe and I knew that I was different now, but I just was confused a bit. However, my Master would take care of me.
"You will remember everything of your journey today. However, you will not remember who I am. I will reveal myself to you again at a later time."
I suddenly frowned and began to be very upset.
"Do not be upset boy. I am not abandoning you. You must not know whom I am because of the politics of what has just transpired here. There are many things at play here. You have been chosen, but you must continue to prove yourself, without the influence of me. Once you have cleared some more hurdles, it will be revealed. Then, you will be bounded with me completely and your training will take a new shape and form. You will be allowed to visit me here, in the faculty locker room, at the same time every night. You will go done the stairs that you found your way into this night and that will be your entrance. We will continue to train from there. Once you are here you will clean yourself out for me in the special shower and proceed to the steam room. You will do this after the work out. I know there will be some nights that you are not able to do this because of your work schedule. However, you will make every single night that you can. Do you understand boy."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Now slowly stand up and continue your shower."
My body had recovered from my intense sex session and being in the heat of the steam room somewhat, but I was still very wobbly. I got to my feet with my Masters help. He got me steady.
"Now boy. Relax. You will go into the state of servitude when you hear me and only me, say that word to you. You will be awake and ready to respond to my desires. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy," he whispered into my ear while he caressed me from behind. "On the count of three. You will be awoken out of this state and return to your regular routine. You will remember all that has transpired here, but tell no one of it. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy. One, two, three."
There I was in the shower of the faculty locker room. I was suddenly very concerned. "How long have I been here? Fuck! The gym is probably closed." I turned off the shower and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 11 PM. I think my work out ended around 8 PM. Three hours of this. At least the gym was still open. I walked out and found my work out clothes on the bench I had left them. There was even a towel beside.
"Thank you Sir, " I said out loud.
I wasn't sure if he was around, but I needed to say it. I was still charged from the experience. My skin was alive and I felt like I sensed things differently than I had just a few hours ago. I put my work out clothes on quickly and headed back out the stairwell door that I had been lead to just hours before. I made my way back to the locker room floor and found the door unlocked. This was not a surprise. Somehow, I had been forced to go to the faculty locker room. I changed out of my work out clothes, packed my gym bag, bundled up for the cold outside and headed out of the gym. As I passed the check-in counter, the manager winked at me. I found it odd, but then thought about it. He knew where I had been. I just smiled and left the gym.
The next several weeks brought some interesting changes. My body was suddenly becoming more muscular. Each time I worked out, my energy was increased from the exercise. I also would see my Master and needed no other sexual release until the next time I encountered him. The semester had ended, the winter break began and I started sending out applications to doctoral programs, including my current school. Right after the first of the year, just as I was getting ready to go to the gym, I got a phone call.
"Tom, it's Dr. Collins."
"Evening Dr. Collins."
I was in shock. The chair of the department was calling me.
"Tom, I know that you have sent out several applications for programs. We would really like to talk to you tomorrow about the possibility of staying here. The faculty has been getting some very strong reports about your research and also that your time in the classroom has been very productive as well. The few days that you actually had to lecture, the survey of the students was very positive. We have a special project, in conjunction with another department, that myself, and several of the other faculty, think you would be well suited. Do you have time tomorrow at 10 AM to have an interview, in my office about this possibility."
"Absolutely Dr. Collins. I will be there at 10 AM."
"Great Tom. I look forward to get a chance to sell you on this new project and hope that you will look at staying here to receive your PHD. Have a good night."
Dr. Collins hung up the phone and I stood there shaking. I hadn't seen this coming at all. I did walk my application to his secretary directly, but I never expected to hear anything this quickly. Most calls don't start going out until the end of January. I finally put the phone down. I was almost to wound up, to go to the gym. I wanted to go have a celebratory drink, or scream and dance. I calmed myself down by breathing. Then decided, I should go to the gym. Just do some cardio, clear my head and go for a steam. I was hoping that my Master would be there to help me focus more.
I got to the gym and did my work out. I went out the door, to the back stairwell and started my descent to the faculty locker room door. I was breathing heavy from the work out and the nerves. The door was locked. Something must have been wrong. It had never been locked since I was first introduced to the room. I was panicked for a moment. I tried it again, but no luck.
"Maybe I didn't work out long enough," I thought.
So, I walked back up to the work out area and started in on weights. An hour later I felt pumped and good about how my body was changing. I had always had a good solid build, but I was becoming more defined and larger. It was starting to turn me on looking this way. With my head clearer and my ego boosted, I headed back to the locker room. Nothing had changed, still locked.
I was almost in shock. My thoughts ran wild.
"Did I do something wrong? Did they find out what was going on in there and shut it down? Has something awful happened to my Master?"
I gathered myself, focused my breathing, counted to ten and tried the door one more time. Nothing. So, I walked back to the locker room, stripped down, took my towel and took a shower in the spartan, boring locker room. I then headed home to sleep and be ready for my 10 AM meeting.
I was at Dr. Collins office by 9:50 AM. I wasn't going to be late for this. So, I sat waiting for him to arrive. He walked through the door with another gentleman.
"Tom, thank you for being early and prompt," Dr. Collins said, extending his hand to shake mine. "This is Dr. Henning, the chair of the psychology department. He is the professor who is heading up the special project that we are interested in you doing. That is, if you are interested in pursuing your doctorate here."
"Dr. Collins, nothing would make me more pleased than to continue here. I have been here for three years now and would enjoy spending as much time as it takes to complete the work."
"Excellent Tom," beamed Dr. Collins. "I would just ask that you pull your applications from the other programs that you have submitted, inform them that you have accepted our offer here and that you won't be interested in any other offers. I will have my secretary pull together the forms, your stipend information and we will get things in motion for you to stay with us and continue on this path. Who knows Tom, you have a lot of potential in our eyes. This might lead to a position here on the faculty. While I am out getting everything in order, I will let Dr. Henning start telling you about the program we would like you to be working."
I was smiling in complete disbelief. I had not expected this at all when I walked into the room. I really hadn't been focusing on Dr. Henning except when I shook his hand. It was a great, strong, comforting handshake. So, I turned my attention to him. His face was handsome and framed by a stunning white beard and a great flat top. I suddenly began wondering.
"Relax boy. You have cleared those hurdles and your new life is about to begin."
"Thank you Sir."
I drifted into a deep state of bliss.