Health Club Encounter  by Sportster    Back.

Kevin noticed them out of the corner of his eye the moment he entered the weight room at his health club. One reason he noticed them was that there were so few people in the club - Kevin rarely came to work-out at 10:30 in the morning, but a change in his work schedule had given him Wednesdays off. He usually came in the late afternoon, when the club was packed, but in late morning it was clearly under-used.

They were two women who by their faces looked to be in their mid to late 30's - both very attractive faces, but nevertheless clearly revealing them to be somewhat older than his own 26 years of age. It was not their faces that grabbed his attention, however, but their bodies. Both women were clad in workout clothes, which revealed ample amounts of leg, shoulder, and arms, while at the same time only serving to accentuate their thighs, hips, abdominal and chest development. Although they were helping each other on weight machines, and revealed considerable strength and power, neither had the clumsy, overbearing look of bodybuilders - more like aerobics teachers or fitness competitors. Just the kind of women that Kevin found attractive.

Keeping an eye on them, Kevin sat down on the mat to stretch his muscles, already stiffening up from an intense session on a stationary bike. Much to his delight, the two women walked over and lay down next to him. As they began to run through a rigorous set of sit-ups and other abdominal exercises, Kevin managed to sneak peeks at them. The woman right next to him was wearing a light blue outfit over a pair of black tights. She looked to be about 5'9", the same height as him, and had light brown curly hair. The other woman, on the far side, was about 2 inches shorter, although slightly more muscular - both women probably weighed somewhere in the 130 lb. range. Her hair was dirty blond, straight down to her shoulders. Her impressive abs showed between the forest green sports bra and matching tights, and like her friend she showed considerable muscular development, from round shoulders and firm upper arms to powerful looking thighs and ball-like calves, all sheathed by smooth, tanned skin.

Trying not to be noticed, Kevin kept sneaking peeks at both ladies, while beginning his own abs workout - although not as intense as that of the two women. He did observe that the taller woman was wearing a wedding ring, while the other woman had no jewelry on her finger but had an expensive looking gold chain around her neck.

During one overly-long stare, the woman on the far side made eye-contact with him. She then turned to her partner and began whispering in her ear. Embarrassed at being caught checking them out, Kevin hurried through the rest of his workout without looking at them. He could hear them whispering and laughing quietly, although he could not make out their words, and as he got up to head over to the weight machines he turned to see both of them staring at him, with a slight smirk on their faces.

As Kevin lifted, he made a conscious effort not to look at the two women, now working out on Stairmasters. He filed the incident away as just another case of checking out the many hot bodies at the club; something he usually got away with in the crowd of the early evening. He had a good workout, concentrating on technique and resistance rather than lifting the greatest amounts of weight possible - advice from a personal trainer he had dated a few months ago. After about 30 minutes he finished, and retrieved his gym bag from a cubby in the front of the room by the cardio machines. He donned his sweats, waited in line at the water fountain, and walked down the stairs to the first floor exit.

Kevin walked down the stairs and out the door of the club. As he walked down the hallway to the street entrance, he felt a painful grip on each elbow, and instantaneously he came to an inadvertent stop. He looked around, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the two older women who had previously caught him checking them out. Both had put on sweatshirts over their workout clothes.

"Hello," said the taller woman, while the shorter woman reached into his gym bag and pulled out his wallet. He tried to pull his arms away and stop her, but his limbs wouldn't budge. Kevin began to protest, but the older woman put her free hand over his mouth and held him firmly.

"Hello, Kevin," said the shorter woman, looking at his driver's license. "Hmmm, 26 years old...you're much too young to be staring at grown-up women such as us."

"My name is Lisa," said the taller woman, moving her hand from his mouth to his chin and turning his head to stare directly into his eyes. "You will call me Ms. Edwards."

A sharp jerk on his ear pulled his face around to look at his other captor. "And I'm Sarah, Sarah Levin...Ms. Levin to you."

"We need to talk, young man," said Lisa, and with she and her friend began walking down the hallway. Kevin had no choice but to follow, and he was to embarrassed to protest once they had left the privacy of the building. The passers-by in the street outside, noticed nothing unusual; the two women held him so easily that nobody could tell they were propelling him along with them, or that he had to struggle to keep up the pace.

As the trio turned into a parking garage, Kevin finally found his voice. "Hey, you can't do this! I'm gonna - " A sudden tightening of the force on both arms stopped his words in his mouth, and his knees buckled, but without a break the two women kept moving, reaching a large green Land Rover.

"Please...I didn't mean to look at you - AGGH!" he screamed. Although Lisa had let go of his arm to pull out a pair of car keys, Sarah had spun him around, propelled him back against the car, and grabbed hold of his balls.

"I said we needed to talk, not you...you need to listen to us," she said calmly. Kevin began whimpering, and Sarah loosened her grip. "The fact is, you DID look at us...and we looked at you. We've got some ideas for you, and these have nothing to do with you looking at us. Ms. Edwards and I made a decision on how to use you, and you will go along with it."

Kevin then felt a grip on his neck begin pulling him up which, combined with a lifting motion in his groin from Sarah, effortlessly pulled him into the back seat of the truck. As Sarah let go, Lisa forced him to sit on the floor in the middle of the back, facing the rear windshield. She then climbed back into the driver's seat, smiling as she said, "Now be a good boy, and don't move until we tell you to."

Kevin nevertheless began to turn around and dive for the car door, hoping to escape. A blow like a sledgehammer crashed into his back, pressing his face into the seat and knocking the air out. "Ms. Edwards TOLD you to stay there," said Sarah in a disappointed voice, reaching over from the passenger seat. "Now we'll have to punish you."

And with that, her hand came swinging down in a powerful blow on his rear end. Kevin would have cried out if his face hadn't been stuffed into the cushion. Five more blows landed, and when she finished he remained still, shocked into immobility by the actions of the last few minutes. One of her hands, however, remained resting on his back, holding him in place whenever the car turned or stopped.

Finally the car stopped, and Kevin heard the two women open their doors. Fearful, he didn't make a move. The passenger door opened, and Lisa reached in to firmly pull him out of the car. He was in a parking garage, surrounded by other luxury cars. "Come along," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the elevator where Sarah waited. "We're going up to Ms. Levin's apartment now to have our little talk."

After getting out of the elevator on the seventh floor, the two ladies led the younger man into a well-decorated apartment. Kevin was compelled to sit down on a sofa, and sat there, too shocked to move, while the two older women took off their sweats and get water bottles from the kitchen. As they strode around the apartment, Kevin couldn't help but become aroused at the sight of the two older women - energy seemed to radiate from their golden skin, still somewhat damp with sweat, and their muscles were smooth, round, and incredibly sexy.

"Please take off your sweats, like a good little boy," said Lisa's voice from the kitchen, while Sarah began moving some of the chairs around the living room. Kevin didn't move.

"Did you hear what Ms. Edwards said?" Sarah asked in a firm voice. Remembering what had happened earlier, Kevin hastened to obey. Lisa came out of the kitchen, smiled, and sat down next to him on the sofa, her legs folded underneath her. Sarah pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of him, her legs crossed and her foot gently rocking forward. The closeness of their golden bodies, and the position of their beautiful legs, touching his own, increased his arousal and made it noticeable through his gym shorts.

"Tell me, Kevin, why was a young man like you at a health club in the middle of the day?" asked Lisa. Surprised, Kevin stammered out how his job schedule had changed, and how he was now free on Wednesdays.

"Oh, that's good, sweetie," said Lisa, smiling as she reached forward to rest her hand in his thigh. "That's just perfect. You see, my husband works during the day, of course, and my children are in school, but I don't work anymore, so I'm free during the day."

"And I run my business from home," said Sarah, "so I can schedule things anyway that I like. And since I'm single, I don't have anyone here in my apartment to worry about."

Kevin couldn't figure out what they meant, and was too shocked to express his fear and confusion, but his face clearly revealed his feelings.

"We've been looking for someone like you for a while now," continued Sarah. "You're going to spend Wednesdays with us - actually, I might have you come over on Tuesday nights to spend the night here. I'll have you take care of some stuff here - I hope you know how to clean an apartment and to make breakfast - and then you'll come to the gym with me."

"I'll meet you there," said Lisa, "and you'll help us with our workouts - and some of our friends too! Then we'll come back here and take care of us like the good little boy you are. Ms. Levin might ask you to stay on Wednesday nights, and of course and I might meet you here anytime, but generally Wednesday will be your day with us.

Having listened to this in shock, Kevin finally found his voice. "You're crazy!" he said. Looking at the smiles on their faces, Kevin came to a decision. He bolted towards the door. Before he could take a second step, however, he felt a iron grip around his waist and he was lifted up into the air by Sarah. Lisa stood up and looked at him. Gently caressing his face, she sighed and said, "Kevin, you really have to listen to us. We're smarter than you, stronger than you, and more experienced than you. I'm twelve years older than you, and Ms. Levin is ten years older. In every way, we outclass you - but I see we're going to have to convince you of this."

She nodded her head, and Kevin felt himself lifted up into the air and balanced over Sarah's shoulder. He then saw the room spin around him and he landed hard on the floor. Grimacing, he stood up. "Get out of my way NOW, you crazy bitches!" he yelled, clenching his fists together.

"Now, Kevin," said Sarah, shaking her head, "you know better than to use words like that." She walked towards him, and Kevin swung his fist in a wide punch. Without changing her expression she grabbed his wrist, halting his punch, and then swung her other fist into his belly. Kevin collapsed over his fist, but the older woman pulled him up. She led him over to the wall, put his back against it and grabbed onto his shoulders. She pushed down on his shoulders until his face was level with her breasts; then, leaning forward, she pinned his head against the wall, with his face smothered by her breasts and her sweaty sports-bra.

Holding him helpless, Sarah then proceeded to punch, pinch and grope Kevin's body. He was unable to budge her body; his arms, although free, were unable to block her, and she ignored his pitiful attempts to restrain her. She moved all over his body, hitting his arms, shoulders, side, chest...and groin. Simultaneously, her legs were at work, kicking and pinning his legs against the wall or kneeing him in the groin.

After what seemed like eternity, but was in actuality only a few minutes, Kevin's support fell away as Sarah stepped back. He slumped to the floor where he half-sat, half-lay, his back to the wall. He sobbed for several minutes, in shock over what had happened. Finally he felt a powerful grip grab his chin and lift it up. He was forced to look into Sarah's eyes as she lectured him.

"Now, I think you might have learned your lesson, but Ms. Edwards isn't quite sure. So she's gone to get something to help convince you, but to be fair I've got some for you too."

Sarah then reached behind her and, to his amazement, brought back a pair of boxing gloves. Lifting up his unresisting arms, she firmly pulled the gloves onto him and laced them up. She then pulled him to his feet and led him to the center of the room.

Lisa was standing there with a grin on her face and gloves on her fists. She giggled at the sight of Kevin, and then explained, "I think that Ms. Levin managed to convince you that we know what's best for you, and that it would be best for you to do what we say. You've been a bad boy, however, and you used language which you shouldn't have - and you need to be punished for that."

Lisa's condescending tone lifted Kevin's spirits up, and gave him a spark that Sarah had driven out of him. With a desperate cry he launched himself, arms stretched in front of him, at the older woman who was so calmly assuming control of his person. Lisa tilted to the side, letting him sail harmlessly past her, and then quickly threw a blow into his kidneys that knocked Kevin to the floor. Reaching down, she pulled him up (despite the gloves on her hands) and threw him back against the wall where her friend had so recently held him captive. She then proceeded to thoroughly pummel him with her gloved fists. None of her blows were hard enough to damage or even seriously bruise him, but he was helpless to stop the pain.

When she finally stopped, all the resistance was gone from Kevin. He slumped forward, and was caught in a gentle hug by Lisa, who dragged him to the center of the room. She laid him gently down on the ground, and while she took off her gloves Sarah kneeled down in front of him. She pulled gloves off; then his shoes, socks and shorts off, leaving him only in his athletic supporter. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she pulled his thighs apart and grabbed a leg in each arm. Lisa then sat behind him, lifted him up and wrapped her powerful legs around his chest.

"Kevin, I think you understand, but we want to give you one last reminder," Sarah said softly to him. With that, she tightened her grip on his legs and pulled them apart like a wishbone. He tried to resist, but his mighty thigh-muscles, built up by years of exercise, were unable to resist her smaller but far stronger arm and shoulder muscles.

A second later, Lisa's legs tightened around Kevin's chest. He had never felt any agony like this before; it seemed like his body was going to break into tiny pieces. At that moment Kevin finally gave in. He was in the physical prime of his life, and yet each of these older women had separately and effortlessly crushed him. Working together, as they were now, he had no chance. At the same time, his close contact with these sexy bodies, the legs wrapped around him, the hands holding his thighs near his penis, and the sexy, smooth skin covering the curved, round muscles...all this was arousing him, despite the pain that was engulfing him. It was over...all he could do was give into these gorgeous Amazons, submit to their strength and maturity...and hope that they would appreciate him and maybe reward him for it.

Although Kevin never called out his surrender,the older women both could read his body and face, and knew what had happened. Sarah let go of his legs and stood up with a smile on her face, while Lisa loosened the pressure and sat back, letting Kevin collapse into her lap.

"I'm glad you understand, sweetie," she said. Lightly grazing, with her powerful but smooth and well-manicured fingers, the thin material covering his enlarged penis, she continued in a gentle voice. "I can see what you're thinking...and no, neither of us is going to sleep with you. You're just a serving-boy, you understand. You're going to take care of our bodies, of course, but you don't get to 'get inside' of them. Of course," she said, as she ripped apart his briefs with one smooth motion," we might want to play with you at times...but you'd better keep yourself under control, unless we give you permission. There is only one rule - obey us completely, and anyone whom we tell you to obey. Now get up."

From that night, Kevin became their personal slaves, both in public (at the health club, where he has to sacrifice his own workout to fill their water bottles, towel them off, or spot them on a weight machine; carrying their shopping for them; and running personal errands) or in private (following their every wish at Ms. Levin's apartment on Wednesdays and during weekends and nights, ranging from sexual acts to cleaning her apartment in the nude). He has given up any chance of ever regaining freedom; in fact, he has come to accept his place as the inferior to these two incredible older women.

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