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Like most personal trainers, Ricky was unnecessarily cocky. The knowledge that it was his golden touch and harsh words that transformed fat losers into people who could almost look as good as he did was what kept him going; in point of fact, Ricky viewed himself as godlike. Unfortunately, his bad attitude didn't help him in the romance department; the ladies he dated quickly grew tired of conversation that centered only on physical conditioning, skin creams, and how much money Ricky made. Of course, Ricky was so self-absorbed that he never really noticed that he couldn't get more than one date with anyone. 

But now it was 2 in the morning, and Ricky was at the gym working out. It was a 24-hour gym, and he was the only patron, which always made him very happy; he never thought that mere mortals had the right to share his workout space. It just happened he was able to get one of the private studios to use. As he watched himself in the mirror for the next forty-five minutes, all he could think about was exactly how godlike he really was. In fact, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts about himself that he never heard the intruders enter the workout room until the click of a scream brought him to his senses. He turned around and saw a large and very-well-built male figure wearing all-black and a ski mask.

"Don't try to be a hero, beautiful," the man said, as Tony put his hands up. "We've already got the guy at the front desk taken care of. This is a simple robbery; it's your bad luck you're here." The masked man revealed some lengths of rope. "Hands behind your back."

For all his macho bravado, Ricky was terrified of the man, and he wordlessly put his hands behind his back. The masked man quickly set about the task of tying Ricky's wrists and then his ankles, then whipped out some sort of dark cloth and gagged the trainer.

What surprised Ricky the most was that he couldn't get out of the ropes no matter how hard he struggled. As he watched the masked man rummage through his gym bag on the floor in the corner and remove his wallet, cell phone and Palm Pilot, he felt a sense of powerlessness to which he was completely unaccustomed. It was the realization that his attacker was actually in better shape than he was that finally XXXX Ricky to whimper through the gag cleaved across his ripe lips.

"No one can hear you, wussy," the masked man said. "You might as well stop trying." He came over and spent the next few minutes hog-tying Ricky, ultimately rubbing a gloved hand all over Ricky's rippling biceps and pecs. "Damn, man. You must bench way over three hundred."

"Fffffrrrrr," Ricky said, against his better judgment.

"Four, yeah? Wow," the masked man replied. He bent down and looked right into Ricky's frightened eyes. "If we had time, I'd stay here and fuck you into next week. I bet that would take you down a peg, huh?" Ricky moaned and shifted uncomfortably. "Too bad there's no time. But I've got your address, so maybe I'll just pay you a visit sometime. I think you need a new kind of training." He rubbed his crotch. "And I'm gonna give you a hell of a workout." He planted a quick kiss on Ricky's gagged lips, stood up, and left Ricky tied and struggling on the floor.

Eventually, Ricky and the guy at the front desk managed to free themselves and call the police, although the burglars were never caught. But the whole thing was a very humbling experience for Ricky; he never quite thought of himself the same way again.

A couple of weeks later, there was a note in his mailbox:

"Dear Wussy, Expect a visit."

The End?

Ricky played by Tony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/05/2002