Jeff and Rob at the Gym

                                   a story by Jeff and Rob


     When Rob got to the gym, he was a little surprised to see
that only one other person was working out.  As he signed in at
the front desk, the clerk greeted him.
     "Hi, man!  It's dead in here tonight.  I'm going to get
something to eat, so go ahead and workout.  I'll be back
shortly."  The clerk left as Rob went into the locker room to
change.
     After  changing, Rob walked over to a bench and threw his
bag down.  He was wearing a tight pair of black workout/biking
shorts and a white muscle shirt that covered virtually none of
his smooth muscular chest.  After some stretching, he walked
started adding weight to the barbell on the bench and began to
warm up with some light bench presses.  The other guy at the gym
was working out a few feet away.   His name was Jeff, and he and
Rob had worked out together in the past.
     "How's it goin'?" Jeff asked.
     "Good.  Where the hell is everyone tonight?"
     "There's a powerlifting contest going on at the high school.
 The place will probably be deserted the rest of the night."
     "Well, how 'bout giving me a spot", Rob said as he added two
more 45 lb plates to the bar.
     "No problem."
     They never noticed the two men who had entered the gym. 
Jeff was the first to realize something when he felt the barrel
of a shot gun against his back.
     "Everyone!  Down on the floor!  NOW!" shouted one of the
men.  Jeff and Rob quickly fell to the ground.  One of the
intruders went back up front, locked the door and placed the
"CLOSED" sign in the window.  The other intruder stood over the
two lying face down on the floor and said, "OK assholes, where's
the money?"
     Jeff yelled back, "How the hell do we know!  We don't work
here!"
     Rob added "We just work out here.  The guy at the desk went
to get something to eat.  He's the one who would know where the
money is."
     "Well, we'll just have to wait for him, won't we", the
gunman said.  "And in the meantime, we'll have to keep ourselves
entertained."
     Jeff and Rob became apprehensive, wondering what he meant by
that statement.
     "Both of you, strip down, NOW" he yelled.  Rob and Jeff
quickly got up and stripped off all their clothes.  Both were
wearing tight jock straps underneath their clothes.   When these
were removed, both were standing bare ass naked.  The gunman
yelled for his accomplice to bring him "the bag".
     "You!  Over there!" the gunman yelled at Rob, "Get your ass
on the bench and lay down."  Rob did as he was told.  "And you."
pointing to Jeff, "add some more plates to the bar.  Hurry your
ass up and get them on."  Jeff added two more 45 pound plates to
each end of the bar before the gunman was satisfied
     The gunman turned back to Rob.  "Now, put your hands on the
bar and spread them all the way over to the stand.  Now keep them
there."  Next he threw a pile of rope to Jeff.  "Tie your buddy's
wrists to the bar and stand.  And if you know what's good for
you, they better be tight as shit."
     Jeff started doing what he was told.  He leaned over to Rob,
"Sorry man.  I hope you don't get mad at me for this."
     "Hey, you don't have a choice.  I understand."
     After finishing tying Rob's wrists, Jeff was thrown some
more rope.  He was instructed to tie a rope around Rob's ankles,
securing  the other end to a machine across from the bench.
     "Now, grab your jock strap over there and stuff it all the
way in his mouth."  Jeff went over and retrieved his jock.  
     "It figures, the one time that I haven't washed my jock for
several days.  Well, I hope Rob doesn't notice.". Jeff thought to
himself as he picked up the jock.  He took his sweaty jock and
stuffed it into Rob's mouth.  A roll of adhesive tape was thrown
to Jeff and he was told to wrap it around Rob's head a couple of
times to keep the jock in.  Rob's eyes began to water from the
taste of the jock.
     "Now get your ass over here and straddle your buddy.  Put
your cock right on his.  That's it."  The gunman picked up a
piece of rope and began tying the two rapidly hardening cocks
together.  "I think you two must like each other or something."
     Jeff decided not to answer that, even though the situation
was making him very excited.  The gunman took another piece of
rope and tied Jeff's hands tightly behind his back.   Rob's jock
was roughly shoved in his mouth, and  tape was wrapped around his
head four times.   He then pushed Jeff down on top of Rob,
putting more pressure on their now rock hard cocks.  Jeff's
ankles were roped together, and then a rope was tied, connecting
the four feet together.  As he was tying the feet together, Rob
squirmed every time the gunman's hand touched the bottom of his
feet.
     "You guys look mighty nice all tied like that.  I hope
you're comfy.  You won't be much longer."  His partner had
brought up a portable bench and sat it right behind the two pairs
of feet.  He reached into the bag and took out a couple of
artist's paint brushes, gave one to his partner, and sat down on
the bench.  His partner sat beside him.
     "Let's see what effect this has."  The two men started
running the brushes up and down the soles of the two victims. 
The effect was immediate, as both feet responded by jerking. 
"This should be fun."
     Jeff and Rob started laughing  in their well gagged mouths. 
Jeff started squirming on top of Rob as his feet were being
tickled.  Since his upper body wasn't strapped down, he could
slide around on Rob's sweaty body as much as he wanted.  The only
problem this created was the pull felt on their engorged cock and
balls.  This pulling caused each of them to become more and more
aroused.
     The effect was not lost on the ticklers.  They were working
their brushes feverously; running the brush between their toes;
using the other end of the brush and go up and down their soles;
and using their fingers to drive their sensitive feet crazy.
     Jeff and Rob were in a major predicament.  The more Jeff
squirmed, the more aroused the two of them became.  The more
aroused they were, the more ticklish they became.  The more
ticklish they were, the more Jeff squirmed.  It was a circle that
was getting more and more out of control.  Something was going to
happen soon.
     One of the gunman stood up and straddled the two victims. 
He started tickling the ribs of Jeff and Rob.  This was too much
for Jeff.  All of a sudden his body stiffened, and he shot a huge
load onto their stomachs.  When Rob felt the warm fluid hit his
body, he went over the edge also.  For a couple of minutes, the
gunmen stopped tickling and watched their two spent victims.
     "I see they enjoyed this.  But the clerk isn't back yet, and
I still want to be entertained!"  With that, the gunmen started
tickling their bodies again.  This had an immediate and startling
effect on Jeff and Rob, as they were now even more sensitive
after cumming.  One of the gunmen started running his fingers up
and down their bound legs.  The other attacked Rob's exposed ribs
and pits.  Their cum mixed in with the sweat between their
bodies, causing Jeff and Rob to become even more slippery.  Their
bound cocks remained hard.  They were both trying to plead for
the gunmen to quit, but their gags prevented any recognizable
sound from exiting.  Tears were flowing down both their faces.
     The gunmen only stopped when they heard the front door open.