The Locker Room - Part 1
Lewis, the gym’s cocky trainer, called his new client Milo “weak.” Milo left without a word.
Two nights later after closing, Lewis walked into the locker room in his tight compression top. Hands seized him from behind. Wrists bound, mouth taped, blindfolded. He struggled but couldn’t break free. “Weak, huh?” Milo said in the dark.
Clamps pinched his nipples through the fabric. Fingers flicked them; Lewis jolted with a muffled grunt. “Learn some respect.” The door shut, leaving Lewis bound and breathing hard.