Naive
By Killerwhale Zeus
(MC, MM)
(17, 05/03/2001, 08/03/2001)
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Tom was Will's best friend. Their time at university together had cemented
a friendship that had lasted for the next twelve years. So, when Will fell
on hard times, he felt no problem with asking Tom for help.
Of course, it just so happened that Tom was a mega-rich super ultra
mega boss of a large health and fitness company. Its chain of fitness
equipment stores was the Largest in the Southern Hemisphere.
Tom met will in the local cafe. They chatted for a while and drank a few
beers. Tom knew that his friend Will was a shy and generous person. He
knew that Will needed his help, but was too humble to ask. What Will did
not know, was that Tom wanted to help Will, more than anything in the
world. Tom prodded and poked Will until the truth came out.
'Tom, I need you help.' asked Will, looking at his glass and refusing to
make eye contact with Tom.
'Of course, Will, anything.' replied Tom.
'I need a place to stay, just for a few months, while my contract runs
out and I can move on ... and since you own that mansion on the North
side, I thought ...' He left it hanging.
'Of course you can stay there, Will, the place has 47 rooms.'
'Oh gee, thanks Tom, I'll owe you one. I really needed this.'
'It's just ...'
'What?' asked Will, suddenly worried.
'Well, as you know, the mansion is actually a health and fitness farm
for young executives.'
'I know ... and I promise to stay out of their way. You'll never even
see me. I'll stay in my room, eat late at night, only use the pool when
no-one else is there...'
'I know you would, but still, if these people knew you were just living
there, it might weaken their resolve to get in shape. The reason these
men come to us is because they have poor will power.'
'Well, what do you want me to do?'
'Simple, while you're staying at the mansion, I want you to join one of
our programmes. That way, the executives there will think that you're
one of them, getting in shape, learning to eat healthily, etcetera.'
'You want me to do one of your super expensive training programmes, for
free??? Sure!' Will could hardly believe his luck.
'It'll be tough Will, we use some pretty sophisticated techniques to get
a person in to shape.'
'What, laser guided nanobots or something?'
Tom laughed, 'nothing that serious ... more sort of attitude adjustment
techniques. We make people want to be fit and happy.'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm used to corporate philosophy like that.'
Tom grinned, he had lusted after Will for the last fifteen years, and
now he was about to get what he wanted. 'Well, you can move in this
afternoon if you want.'
The taxi dropped Will off in front of the main entrance to the mansion.
Two huge marble pillars framed the huge doorway. A small army of
servants collected his suitcases and ushered him in. To one side of the
building was the indoor swimming pool. It was Olympic sized and enclosed
in a shining green-house type wing. Through the glass, Will could see
some executives training. They were all very buff and none of them were
wearing tops.
'It must be hot in there.' he thought to himself.
His room was cleopatrastic; of a luxury that Cleopatra would have approved
of. It was a suite, with five large rooms opening on to a central living
area. Everything was decked with cushions and artwork. Fine materials
adorned the wall and the kitchen and bar were well stocked. His room was
occupied by a large king sized four postered bed. The bathroom had a
spa large enough to fit two elephants, one African and one Indian (although
that information is probably irrelevant to this story).
There was a knock at his door and when he opened it, Will found Tom
standing there.
'Oh hi Tom! This place is fantastic!'
'I'm glad you like it. I just dropped in to hand you your itinerary and
to tell you the rest of the ground rules.'
'Rules?'
'Well, as I said, this place is about health and fitness. We try to remove
all forms of temptation from the men here, so you'll find no televisions.'
'Fair enough.'
'And also, you can't bring a woman on to the grounds.'
'What? Aw come on, I've finally got a pad that the chicks would love!'
'I'm sorry Will, but those are the rules. If you want to stay here, you
have to follow them and your itinerary to the letter. Your first gym
session is at 3 o'clock this arvo.'
'That's less than an hour away!' exclaimed Will.
'Look, I've told the instructor to treat you lightly, obviously you are
only going there to keep up appearances ... don't worry about it. It's
only two hours a day ... the rest of the time you'll be free to do what
you want ... all rent free!'
'Yeah, I guess it's a small price to pay.' replied Will, not too upset.
He was five minutes late to his session. If he had of known what it
was going to be like, Will would have made sure he was a lot later. The
instructor had put him on one of the exercise bikes and made him ride
flat out for half an hour. The entire two hours was the most torturous
period of Will's life. He had to lift more weights than he knew was
physically impossible for him. He had to do more crunches than his stomach
could take. All the instructor did was try to pep him up with meaningless
catch phrases. Every time Will wanted to stop or slow down, the instructor
would berate him and call him a wuss. He would then proceed to increase
the settings by one and making Will work harder.
At end of it all, Will arrived back in his room exhausted, sweaty and
with his muscles so engorged with blood that it hurt to bend them. He
flopped down on his bed and brushed his long, blonde hair out of his
eyes.
Even though it was only six o'clock in the evening, Will stripped down
and hopped in to bed, 'I am so exhausted. I need to sleep!' he
exclaimed. But sleep did not come. All night he tossed and turned. Maybe
it was the heat, or the fact he was sleeping in a strange bed, or just
the energy bottled up inside of him, but Will was unable to get some
peace.
The next day he stumbled from his bed and walked, bleary-eyed, to answer
the door.
It was Tom.
'How's it going, Will?' asked Tom.
Will was in a state of half undress, with one of the sheets from his
bed entangled around his ankles.
'I'm fine, fine.'
'It is 1 o'clock in the afternoon.' said Tom.
'Shit.' said Will. 'I'm sorry Tom, that work-out your guy gave me
yesterday ... it was a killer ... and then, last night. I could not
sleep at all.'
'Having trouble sleeping, hey?'
'Hell yeah!' said Will, rubbing a large chunk of sleep out of his eyes.
'Well ... I have something that might help you...'
'What Tom? I'm so tired, I'll try anything.'
'Well, do you remember that little recording company I bought a few
years ago?' asked Tom.
Will laughed, that little recording company was the third largest in
the country. 'Yeah?'
'Well, a new band has just signed on that has a unique understanding
of biorhythmic patterns.'
'Huh?' asked Will.
'Their music helps people relax. You just whack on a pair of headphones
tonight when you want to go to sleep, and the music will do the rest.'
'Sounds great!' said Will.
Tom reached in to his pocket and withdrew a walkman, 'It just so happens
I have one of their albums here.'
Will took the machine and looked at the label. It said 'Naive'. 'Is
Naive the band name?' asked Will, looking at Tom.
'Um, yeah, sure.' replied Tom. He turned to go, 'by the way, your next
session at the gym is in half an hour.'
'What???' asked Will, wide awake.
'Check your itinerary.'
Today was a group session. Will walked in to the gym and found about
fifteen guys waiting there. He was running late again and only had time
to say hello to them before the instructor had them all working flat
out. Will was more tired than he had ever been before, but was
determined to keep pace with the lads.
That night, he crawled in to his bed and moaned. Will could barely
move ... he was in pain. Yet, he could not sleep. Remembering the music,
he reached over and grabbed the headphones.
The music was strange, soothing but with a range of instruments he did
not recognise, coupled with lyrics he could not quite make out. Still,
after five minutes, he was soundly asleep.
The next day, Will bounded in the gym full of energy and enthusiasm. For
the first time, he was early. Still, most of the other guys were already
there.
'Hey!' said Will as way of greetings.
'Hi.' said one of them. 'I'm Simon.' He said. Simon was obviously the
"leader of the pack", because the others were all taking their cue from
him. As soon as Simon spoke to Will, the others instantly welcomed him
in to the group. Will noted that he and Simon were very similar in age
and physique. They were the two youngest men there and two of the fittest.
'Where's the instructor?' asked Will, hopping from one foot to the other,
'I'm ready and raring to go.'
'Steady down, young man,' said Simon, even though they were roughly the
same age.
Will remembered that he was the new guy here and that the others would
probably judge him on his first few days.
'Sorry ... I'm just so full of energy today, I had the best night's
sleep I've ever had.'
Simon nodded. One of the other men started talking, picking up a
conversation he had been having before Will entered. '... and so, this
really hot chick saunters over to me, and asks me "Why are you holding
my sister's bar?"' The room filled with laughter as all the men enjoyed
the punch-line. Will laughed too, even though he did not know the
first half of the story.
'Suffice to say, half an hour later, both of the sisters were taking
turns at giving me a blow-job.'
The men laughed again. Will felt confused blurted out 'What's a blow-
job?' before he realised the implications.
The men all stopped and just stared at him. Then they all began to
laugh again. Gently, Simon said to him, 'It's when a woman wraps her
mouth around your cock and sucks you to climax.'
Will's face burned red. 'I knew that.' he said. He cursed himself; Why
had he forgotten that??? He had known what a blow-job was for the last
twenty years! The other guys must think he was a naive idiot.
'So then, continued the guy, we're in a 69 position when ...'
'69?' asked Will again, without thinking.
This time, most of the men just groaned. A few sniggered. Just then, the
instructor walked in and ordered them all on the bikes.
As he rode, Will was mentally kicking himself.
After the work-out, the instructor decided that it was time to do some
trust games.
'Okay, I want a volunteer. They will fall backwards and the others will
catch him.'
'Will wants to do it.' said Simon. The guys laughed and few of them
pushed Will forward. Will was pleased that the others thought he was
good enough to do this.
'Okay Will,' said the instructor, 'close your eyes and fall backwards,
let yourself go and trust the others.'
Will closed his eyes and let himself fall backwards.
With a thud, he landed on his bum.
The men laughed heartily and even the instructor could barely contain
his smirk. Will stood up, 'Ha ha, very funny guys. You were supposed to
catch me.'
'You're right, Will, we're sorry.' said Simon, in a way which implied no
such thing, 'We just could not resist it. Try it again, and this time
we'll do it seriously.'
'Okay,' said Will. He closed his eyes and let himself go again. Once
again, he landed on his arse.
'You guys!' said Will, beginning to get annoyed. 'That really hurt.'
'We're sorry.' said Simon again, laughing. 'THIS time we PROMISE to
catch you.'
Thud.
'That's it!' said Will, standing up. 'You guys have no intention of ever
catching me, do you?'
No one replied as he ran out of the room, they were all too paralysed with
laughter.
Back in his room, Will was puzzled by his behaviour in the gym. He had
acted like some new kid straight out of high school. Even then, he had
never been the lowest rung of the social group, ever! Yet today, he
had acted like a guileless and innocent kid.
Tom dropped by a few hours later.
'How's it going?' asked Tom.
'I don't know, I don't think the other guys respect ... I asked a coupla
dumb questions.'
'Don't worry about them, they're all just a bunch of jerk executives.'
said Tom. Just from the way Will was acting, he could tell that the
'Naive' music had done its work.
'I brought you some new music.'
Will took it. The label said 'Obedience'.
'What's this?' asked Will, staring at it with a confused expression.
'It's just something we make all the executives listen to. It helps people
fit in to a work environment. Everyone has to do it.'
'Well, if you say so,' said Will naively.
The next day the instructor addressed them all.
'I want to try the trust exercises again. I don't believe we achieved all
we could yesterday.'
Will was unsure what the man was talking about, but nodded anyway.
'Will wants to try again, don't you Will?' said Simon.
Will walked to the front of the group and closed his eyes. He leant
backwards and suppressed the urge to maintain his balance. He went back
and back until he fell.
He could feel the cold marble floor through the thin fabric of his shorts.
His bum cheeks were burning from the smack they had endured by his hitting
the floor. With his eyes closed, he could not see the guys, but he could
hear them laughing.
He stood up and was about to give them a piece of his mind, when Simon
said, 'You know how it goes, Will, we always let someone go the first
time, it's just too funny to not do.'
Despite himself and his aching bottom, Will grinned sheepishly.
'I guess so.'
After the third fall, Will had had enough. He may be naive, but he wasn't
stupid.
'You are a terrible bunch of people. I trusted you 6 times, and six times
you have failed.' he said accusingly.
Tears of laughter were streaming down the faces of the people in the room
and Will walked away in a huff.
He got halfway to the door when Simon called out. 'Will, come back. Let's
do it again.'
Will knew that they would just let him fall again, but there was something
in Simon's voice, a commanding tone, that he could just not ignore. He
turned and walked back in to the group.
'This is the last time. I'm warning you all.' he said, closing his eyes.
In all, Will fell on his arse twelve more times that session. Each time,
he knew it was going to happen, in fact, towards the end, the men had
given up the pretence of promising to do it properly and were just
ordering him to close his eyes and fall backwards. For some reason though,
Will found himself obeying their commands. He kept telling himself that
maybe this time they would catch him. At the very least, by showing that
he was willing to follow their orders, he was part of the group.
After the session, they began to collect their clothes and gear from the
side of the room.
In front of everyone, Simon handed Will a watering can and asked him to
water all the plants in the gym. Will thought the request was strange,
but obediently did as he was told, walking around sprinkling water
on the plants. It was only after about five minutes that he realised they
were all plastic.
The men laughed at him again and in embarrassment he returned the can to
Simon.
'You naive piece of shit.' said Simon.
Finally, Will's anger boiled over. He punched Simon in the stomach and
sent him flying. Will stormed out of the room and vowed never to come
back.
There was a new album waiting in his room for him that night. It was
from Tom, and the attached card said; 'This album is called "horniness",
you must listen to it.'
Without even questioning the order, Will put the headphones on and sank
in to a deep sleep.
When he awoke the next morning he was feeling refreshed and good. The
humiliating events of yesterday were just a dim memory, although his
bum still stung a little.
He entered the shower and began to soap himself up. His dick was semi
hard and with the stimulation from the water, became rock hard very
quickly. Will was not a guy who masturbated. He believed it showed a lack
of will power and besides, he preferred saving himself for some sexy
babe. 'Although it has been almost a week since I went out clubbing.' he
said to himself, rubbing his abs idly. 'No wonder I'm feeling horny
now.'
In fact, Will was horny for the entire day. His ramrod hard dick refused
to go down, despite a brutal work out. All day he tried to hide his
erection from the others, but it got harder with each activity. The swim
in the pool flattened his bathers against him and Will had to work extra
hard to hide it.
The instructor called them all over.
'Will, I noticed you were lagging in the pool a bit. Give me fifty sit-ups.'
'Here???' asked Will in a panic.
'I said NOW.' commanded the instructor. Will dropped to his back and put
his hand behind his head. He began to do the scrunches as quickly as
possible, but the tent in his pants was undeniable. In fact, after the
first ten, the head of his large penis poked its way out of the shorts.
The other guys gathered around watching began to laugh, 'Quite a boner
you've got there, Will.' said one of them.
Will's faced burned with embarrassment, but there was nothing he could do
until he had finished his push-ups.
When he got back to his room, he decided to go out to the nearby town
and try to pick up. He was so horny it was beginning to hurt. He showered
and put on some good clothing.
He arrived at a night-club and instantly found himself flirting with
a good looking college student. He was handsome and buff and she was
beautiful and buxom. They could barely keep their hands off each other
all night, and Will decided to smuggle her back to his room.
They got halfway through the gardens when a large spot-light illuminated
them.
'Will! What do you think you're doing?' asked Tom.
Will was intoxicated on alcohol and hormones. He had been caught with
his hand on a breast and his tongue in a mouth. With a splutter, he
tried to answer. 'Nothing ... just a little ... fun, you know.'
'What did I tell you? The only rule of this mansion is ... no women. I
thought you were my friend.'
Will felt mortified. 'I'm sorry Tom, it's just ... it's just it's been
a tough week and I'm was feeling horny so ...'
'I don't want to hear it. Get to you room and stay there. There's some
new music you will listen to.'
Will snapped to attention, all thoughts of the girl forgotten, 'Yes Tom.'
He scurried away. Tom watched him go in amusement. Will didn't know
which way was up ... and it was only going to get worse (or better).
Will put on the headphones, anxious to do what Tom told him. He was afraid
that his friend would ask him to leave. This mansion was the stuff that
dreams were made of; spas, pools, golf courses, a room filled with nothing
but coloured plastic balls ... so what if he had to put up with a bunch
of overpaid executives on a health kick? It was worth it to live a life
of luxury. His dick was still painfully hard, and he vowed that next time,
he would just go to her house. Just before he closed his eyes, he spied
the label on the album. 'I wonder what "True Appreciation Of The Male
Form" means?' he yawned, moments before he drifted off.
When he awoke the next morning, he was dismayed to find that he still had
a throbbing erection.
'I can't go to the gym like this.' he moaned. Will wondered about jerking
himself off, but despite the potential embarrassment of having the guys
see his boner for the second day in a row, he could not break the habits
of a life time.
After breakfast, he got dressed in his gym gear and headed to the gym for
his daily session. Today the instructor decided that they had to do
outdoor stuff, and so he marched them out and on to the oval. Summer had
its stride early this year and the temperature was boiling. Most of the
men opted to strip down to their shorts only.
It was then that Will got a shock. The sight of the semi-naked men was
doing something for him. It was bizarre, but he felt erotically charged
every time he stole a glance at the abs, the pecs or the broad shoulders
of one of his team-mates.
'I'm just horny, that's all.' he told himself, yet, as the day progressed,
he found himself stealing more and more glances.
Until Simon caught Will staring at his crotch.
'What the hell are you staring at?' growled Simon.
The dangerous and deep tone of Simon's voice made Will's hard penis spasm
in pleasure. 'N ... N ... Nothing.' Will said, with his voice cracking.
The rest of the session was a haze for Will, he could not get the images
of naked men that were flooding his mind to stay away. More than once he
found himself fantasising about giving Simon a blow-job, for Simon had
the body of a Greek god.
It was almost with relief that he crawled in to bed that night, glad
that he had been able to keep his desire under control. If Will had of
glanced at the music he was listening to that night, he would have seen
the label that said "Temptation."
When he awoke the next morning, Will was instantly aware of the erection.
It had now entered day three. 'Ah, bugger it.' he said and began to
stroke it. He had not masturbated since high school, but only because he
had a steady supply of women to pleasure him. He came soon enough and
the feeling was incredible. He arched his back as his cock pumped wave
after wave of jism up in the air.
Afterwards, as Will was laying in bed enjoying the afterglow of a good
wank, he heard the clock chime. If he did not get up soon, he would be
late for his session.
'My bed is so warm and comfy,' he thought. 'Stuff it.' he decided, I think
it's okay just this once to give in to temptation and stay in bed.
There was a knock at the door, and Tom entered. Will smiled when he saw
his handsome friend, and despite his recent masturbation session, he felt
his dick go rock hard again. He was a little slow covering himself with
the blanket and Tom saw Will's pride.
'So Will, sleeping in today, are we?' asked Tom, sitting down on the
edge of Will's bed.
"Yeah, I thought, why not?' He felt himself hotting up, and the close
proximity of Tom was making his head strangely light headed. He had an
urge to reach out and rub Tom's arm ... he wanted to feel the strong
muscle underneath. Will tried to resist it, but ... the temptation was
too strong and he found his arm reaching out and caressing Tom's bicep.
'Will, what are you doing?' asked Tom, smirking.
'Um, nothing, I'm just ... you're looking health today.' said Will, in a
lame attempt to dismiss his feel. He was fighting an urge to caress the
inside of Tom's thigh ... and losing. He needed to feel the shape and
curve there. Tom did not protest.
Even as soon as he had felt Tom's thigh, Will found himself beginning
to wonder what it would be like to see Tom's dick, proud and erect. The
desire grew and grew, and with an ashamed looked on his face, Will unzipped
Tom's pants and took Tom's long cock in his hands. It was a beautiful
thing.
'Blow me, stud.' said Tom. Will could not say no.
The policy of the mansion was "No Women." and it never bothered Will again.
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