In the Zone
by UYT
The receptionist knew me well by now, of course. “Your personal trainer will be with you in a few minutes,” he said, as soon as he saw me.
I was a little bit early, because I was so eager to get started. Too excited even to sit, I walked over to the big glass wall that looked out over the gym floor. Pete was there, his eyes glazed over with concentration as he mechanically went through his reps. His muscles bulged with the effort.
I hadn’t seen a lot of Pete socially for a while, because he’d been spending so much time in the gym recently – and it showed. I’d asked him what had changed, and he’d told me about his new trainer, a guy named Roy, who was really good at motivation. So I’d decided to try a session or two with Roy, and now here I was. I’d been coming back for a while now.
“Roy will see you now,” said the receptionist.
“Thank you,” I said.
He led me into Roy’s office, though by now I would have known the way there in my sleep. I sat in the deep leather chair, as I knew was expected. It was the only luxury in the otherwise Spartan office. A steel desk stood in the middle; a locker, a towel rack and a bench lay to one side; a half-open door beyond that led to a private shower stall.
Roy walked in from the other direction, and my cock hardened.
Roy’s build was the opposite of mine. He was tall and lean, strong and muscular but wiry, whereas I’m short and built like a wrestler. And getting more built all the time, thanks to Roy. He was the reason I was so eager to be here.
“Hey, buddy,” he said. “Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Good, let’s start with your focus exercises.”
I sank back in my seat, ready for what I knew was coming.
At first, I had been reluctant to submit to this part of Roy’s training program. I had never been hypnotized, and I didn’t know what to expect. Once he put me under, I wondered, would he be able to make me do anything he wanted? Would he be able to plant suggestions in my subconscious mind that would subtly change my personality? What if it turned out that I was easy to hypnotize – would that mean that I was somehow weak-willed? “I’m here to train my body, not my mind,” I had argued at our first meeting. “Mind and body, it’s all part of the same thing,” he had said. “An athlete can’t succeed without focus. All that we’re doing is building your mental focus.” In the end, the force of his arguments had persuaded me to allow it.
“There’s a price to pay,” he’d said. “No pain, no gain – it takes dedication, you have to give yourself completely. I can help you do that.”
He’d been right, of course. He’d been tremendously successful at building my motivation. Not that the hypnosis mumbo-jumbo had any effect, though. Certainly it was relaxing, and I’d come to enjoy that part of our sessions very much. But the fact that I’d become so keen on improving my body, my growing interest in sports and athletics, that was all me. After all, that’s what I’d originally come here for. The fact that I spent less time on my former interests, and a more time thinking about weights and training, was due to the success of my new regimen. And the more time I spent working at it, the more successful I was.
“That’s right, relax,” said Roy. I was hardly listening; I was so used to his patter by this point that I knew exactly how to put myself into the right frame of mind. “Your mind knows the way to the trance state very well by now... each time you go down this path, it becomes easier to follow, easier to slip into trance... it is automatic... when you hear my voice instructing you to fall into trance, your mind obeys without thinking...”
I was now in that fantastic state of mind where everything was right. There was no effort, no thought. “You’re in the zone now...” said the voice. I was in the zone. Without the interference of my own thoughts, Roy’s words were clear and obvious, taking away all effort; taking away the need for thought. Their truth sank into my subconscious and became a part of me. “Part of me...” I murmured, repeating after the voice, since I had no thoughts of my own.
“You’re in the zone,” he said. “You’re completely focused on your workout. There are no other thoughts distracting you...”
“Working hard... building the mind-muscle connection... visualize the lats contracting... focus on using the right muscles, don’t cheat using other muscles, make your form perfect...” Somehow I was pulling something with my lats; there was nothing else in the world but lats contracting...
“Squeeze the bis at the top... Feel the muscles burn... it feels good, the burn feels good.” I squeezed; I burned with effort.
It felt good.
Now I was doing squats, the bar heavy on my shoulders. “Deeper, deeper... follow my instructions... do as I say, and you’ll get where you want to be... you know it’s what you want... do it without thinking, let your muscles do the work...
“The most important thing is discipline... subordinating yourself to something bigger than yourself...
“Look at my body... you admire my body... you need a goal, let my body be your goal...
“Working out is a pleasure... it feels so good... you look forward to it...”
He really got me to go all out. The workout passed like a dream; I was in the zone. “Rising back to the surface,” he said. “Go take your shower, now.”
Was it time already? I could feel every muscle aching with the pleasant tiredness of a good workout. Roy had put me through my paces like a workhorse. And yet, the time had flown by without my noticing it. Where had the time gone? I’d been in the zone, I guess.
Reluctantly, I headed off to get showered and dressed.
Before I left, though, I wanted to say goodbye to him. I stopped by his office.
His door was open, but I didn’t see him through the crack. I walked in, and I saw him in the back, in his private shower stall. The door was open, steam the only curtain. Roy was standing there naked, his hand on his cock, slowly stroking himself, while the water ran over his long limbs like a caress.
He looked straight at me and beckoned me over with a nod of his head.
His body was magnificent. I admired his body more than anything. Suddenly I felt a rush of love for him. He had done so much for me, giving me the motivation to better myself. I wanted to give him something in return, to give him pleasure in return for all the good he had done for me. I knelt at his feet and put my hands on his strong buttocks. I drew his hips toward my face and put my lips on his long, hard cock. The thick rim of it filled my mouth. He put his hands behind my head and slowly pulled me down on him. I sucked and savored the rigidity of his cock, while he made my head bob up and down on it. The moment seemed eternal. I was in the zone. There was nothing but Roy’s cock and my mouth in the world. Though I thought his cock was as stiff as it could be, I felt it grow stiffer, and he groaned. His hands clenched on my hair, his hips bucked, and his cock erupted into my mouth again and again, while I swallowed every drop, until at length he released me.
“Thanks, Roy,” I said.
“Good workout tonight, buddy,” he said.
I swelled with pride at his praise.
“Til next time,” he said.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” I said.