TraineeV5

Dan B.

January 2005

“Norm, you’re training with Curt for the rest of the session. Remember, he’s one of our top men so pay close attention to what he tells you.”

Practice training had been mostly routine up to then. I was surprised at being assigned a top flight wrestler for training. We may have been in the same class, give or take a couple of pounds but my muscular development didn’t match his yet by a long shot. He was solid muscle with a body you couldn’t help admiring. Wrestling is all mind and muscle and you have to have muscle if you hoped to win. I was a bit in awe of him at first but he sounded so much like our coach, giving corrections and suggestions, that I didn’t have much time for personal thoughts. That changed when he started challenging me to work out of a hold on my own.

Right from the start he seemed to anticipate my every move. As soon as I’d start a move he’d shift his body at just the right time to lock me up before I could counter attack. Then he’d quietly offer his friendly advise.

“Concentrate Norm. Force your muscles against mine. See which one you can move.”

I tried to concentrate deliberately on every point our muscles made contact and figure out the weakest point I could attack to break out and gain an advantage. Then I’d build up a rhythm in my mind and move fast. But he moved a little faster and before I could get a full hold on him I was locked up again. Then, very friendly-like,

“Good try there Norm. Relax and we’ll try again. Concentrate on balancing your muscles, some tense others more relaxed. Make the full tension part of your move.”

This time it worked better. I broke out first try but couldn’t get the hold on him I wanted so he locked me up again. He squeezed my thigh a couple of short pulses, like saying ‘Good try’. It sent sort of a shiver up my leg. Then, like very confidentially, he said,

“Good. Relax. Still too much tension in all the muscles. Let the ones that are locked relax a little and rebuild. Let’s try that last hold again.”

This time was even better. I broke out of the second and third holds. And each time he got me back in his hold he’d give me some quiet coaching.

“Feel the thigh muscle you’re forcing against mine. You can’t move my leg, it’s locked. Relax that muscle, let it rebuild.”

The neck muscles, too tense. You can’t move me with your head. Relax those muscles.”

By the time I’d worked myself into his third hold he’d taken me down and I felt like I was fighting a python. When he said ‘relax’ my body seemed to relax completely before my mind had a chance to tell it to. He let me do a deep-breath-relax lying on the mat, quietly reminding me to ‘concentrate’ ‘listen closely’ and ‘relax’ as told.

I was getting the strange feeling that he was letting me break out of his holds so he could make me relax; like I was being played with; a toy played with by his master. But there was something about the rhythm of the pattern of tense, relax, soft voice that made relaxing easier each time. His voice lulled me into deeper relaxation even though I tried to resist it and pay attention to what he was saying. But I couldn’t always remember what he’d said. When I tried to concentrate on this my mind would tell me he was my training master, so I should want to please him. Then I really relaxed when announced,

“Two more tries and we’ll stop for today. You’ll be on your own for both so put every ounce of effort you’ve got into them. Understand?!

I nodded.

“Tell me you understand. You have to mean it.”

Like a true trainee I stood straight and said, “Yes sir, I understand”. Whether it was my mind, half asleep after so much concentrated effort, or the forceful intensity he radiated I knew I understood. Almost automatically my mind kept completely and intensely concentrated on his muscles and face and voice ready to respond instantly to any signals or sound directed at me. But after the first failed attempt to break away there was a subtle and progressively stronger change in our interplay. He seemed to be almost physically molding my body, forcing it to become part of his. I had to break out somehow. I couldn’t let him take control any time he wanted just the way he wanted and make me yield. But putting every ounce of energy into my muscles I couldn’t move him. He had the hold he wanted and it just seemed to get tighter. He could tell I’d reached my limit and simply command,

“OK. You’re all mine now. Yield. Relax.”

I knew he was right the minute he said ‘Yield’ and when he said ‘Relax’ my body relaxed before my conscious mind could tell it to. He eased me down onto the mat, on my knees, and I shook my head to get it clear again. Then in his coach-like voice he said,

“Good, you’re learning. Take a quick breather and we’ll try one more time.”

I suddenly wondered, what was I learning? But my mind dept concentrating more and more on ‘tense, yield, relax’. I did try to concentrate on position and moves and holds. I wanted to please him. He was a top man taking time and effort to train me. I couldn’t let him down. I had to please him. Then on the last ‘struggle’ he pinned me and while I was still breathing hard and concentrating he whispered almost intimately into my ear,

“Yield Norm. You’ll always yield to me Norm. I’m your Master. You’ll always yield to your Master.”

This sounded strange to me. Was this something he said to opponents in a match. But of course he was right. He was a master wrestler and he knew it. I knew it now too and that I’d always have to yield to him. Just having his body on top of mine seemed so right I felt an urge to embrace it.

“Keep your feet firmly on the mat...turn your hips straighter...hold the shoulders up to relieve the strain in the neck........”

I was doing what coach had said, concentrating on what he said, doing what he told me and what he was saying seemed perfectly natural even though my muscles were relaxing. But relaxing made it easier to listen to him and do what he said. And it felt good having his body tight against mine, enveloping me as he talked. The way my body reacted clearly gave this away because he asked me directly,

“You like my body, don’t you? Well that’s good. It really pleases me so don’t be afraid to look at it any chance you get. It turns you ‘on’ cause you know I like it when you do.”

The way he said ‘on’ caused my whole body to quiver, then relax. He knew, so there was no use hiding it. He knew more than I did. He moved away from me and I suddenly realized that I was standing up. He’d ‘adjusted’ me into a statue and was standing behind me talking quietly.

”Concentrate now Norm, concentrate on how firm and stiff your body is. You can’t move it. All you can do is listen to me now and do just what I say. I’ve won you Norm. You’re my wrestling trophy, strong and rigid as a metal statue. You’re feeling top heavy though. Your head is getting heavier and pulling you over backward. You’re falling backward Norm. All the way backwards into my arms. Keep falling Norm, you’re mine now all the way.”

I could feel the change in my head. It felt full and numb with a dull-like headache filling the whole inside. I could tell I was falling but I couldn’t do anything about it, as if I were dreaming about a statue. Suddenly it all stopped and I was lying flat on my back. He was looking down at me talking very seriously but his voice had an echo and seemed to be coming from far away.

“You’ve done very well today; coach will be proud of you. Now it’s time to strip

and shower and see about tomorrow. Up on your feet and into the locker room.”

We were the only two left in the gym and he was halfway to the door by the time I got myself together and started to follow him. I was confused but somehow elated. He said I’d done well and coach would be proud. But I knew something strange had happened but couldn’t figure out what it was. We’d practiced holds and strategy and wrestled. I know I was improving my concentration but that’s where things seemed to get funny. Concentration got better but my focus seemed to change in some way. It was like I might have fallen asleep a couple of times while he was talking and even while we were wrestling. But he said I did well and coach would be proud so I better watch myself. I sprinted after him so I’d reach the door before it swung shut.

He was already in talking to the coach when I got to my locker so I stripped hurriedly to get my shower going and maybe wake up all the way before he got there. But when I stepped into the shower room I hesitated thinking maybe I should let him pick his shower first in case he had a favorite one. And because of the amazing body he had how could I keep from embarrassing myself by staring at him with no one else there. But when he came into the shower I simply stood there and stared at that body and felt a surge run through my body, my head tingled and then my groin, reacting, became engorged completely, obviously.

“Good Boy, Norm. Coach was happy with my report and thinks we should have another session tomorrow afternoon. We’ll know for sure before we leave.”

That was all he said and he stepped over to a shower. I took the shower next to him, it just seemed the natural thing to do, engorged or not. The first cold blast of water didn’t wake my head up like I thought it would. My mind was too much on my groin which didn’t cool down as much as a degree. This became still more embarrassing when a voice from the shower entrance boomed out,

“Shut the water off Guys, I want to talk.”

I recognized the voice. It was coach. He went right up to Curt, clapped him on the shoulder and gave him what looked like a painful squeeze. I was facing the wall, looking down, hoping he wouldn’t even see me in the unusual state I was in. But Curt spoiled that.

“Turn around Norm and shake hands with coach.”

Coach gripped my hand like a vise, looked me up and down as he pulled me toward him then looked me straight in the eye and said,

“Good Boy. You keep concentrating on what Curt here tells you and be sure you obey him to the letter. We have great plans for you and we don’t want you disappointed so you do just what we tell you and you’ll be OK.”

I got an extra hand squeeze when he said ‘concentrate’ and then ‘obey him’ and finally with ‘OK’. It felt like something was cutting into my palm each time and when he dropped his hand I could see that his ring was turned around and had left a distinct mark on my palm. I could only say “Thank you, Sir” as he turned back to Curt. I turned back to the wall again, more confused because he hadn’t said a word about my grand erection and it hadn’t shrunk a bit. Coach said something to Curt about the deal should be finalized tomorrow, to stop in the office when he got his clothes on. Then, in his ‘you better do this or else’ voice, he said,

“You wait here Norm until we find out about tomorrow’s session.”

When Curt finally came back with the message I was well showered and almost down to regular size. Even with his clothes on his presence in the doorway gave my body a twinge. When he looked me hard in the eyes and said,

“Concentrate Norm, concentrate now.”

my body stiffened and I felt myself back in the gym, standing on the mat and getting instructions. I know I was concentrating and looking at him all the time but afterwards I couldn’t remember all that he’d said. For sure we had session tomorrow, I was to be standing on the mat at three o’clock, something vague about a uniform, and coach would be there. I was sure he’d said more but I just couldn’t remember it. Maybe because I was still standing in the shower room naked distracted me but it didn’t really bother me. I knew I’d be there and that’s what counted.

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I was a little bit early and Curt and coach were talking in the office so I changed quickly. Only I found I hadn’t put a jock strap in my gym bag. I decided we weren’t going to be rough and Curt would understand and I had to be on the mat by three o’clock. Besides, the uniform felt much more comfortable without it. Maybe it just made me feel sexy. Anyway I headed out to the mat but as I got close to it I slowed down and my head developed a strange feeling almost dead center along the top. I felt sure there was something I had to do. I was concentrating on what it should be so maybe that was giving a mild, but not really painful, almost a tantalizing headache. When I stepped on the mat it seemed to lift and I just spread my feet, clamped my arms at my sides, put my head down and stared at the wrinkle pattern in the nat surface. I felt very calm and relaxed like I could stand there the rest of the day if I had to. So I just waited that way.

The pattern on the mat was so fascinating I didn’t even notice Curt when he came out. I became faintly aware there was someone else on the mat but it didn’t distract me until he spoke to me directly,

“Your concentration is much better today Norm. We’ll make good progress this session and that will please coach. He thinks he has the deal sewed up to get you into this really special gym run by a doctor who can turn guys with good muscles into supermen. Then he gets you a top paying job where all you have to do is flex your muscles, like in wrestling. It’s a tough program though so you have to show him your muscles are strong and under control enough to survive the training. You’ll really want to go there Norm so we’re going to do full muscle control today. Wake up and forget the mat pattern and concentrate on muscles.”

And we did. He’d put me in a simple hold with maybe just an arm or leg or shoulder or even a neck muscle the point of prime pressure. Then he’d make me put maximum tension into that muscle and hold it as long as I could. He was good at sensing when I’d reached my limit and release me just before I knew I was going to start to weaken. I’d be concentrating so hard I’d be suddenly surprised to hear him say,

“You can’t hold it any longer Norm. Relax that muscle now, all the way. It should feel good as it relaxes and warm-like as it rebuilds.”

And it did, more and more each time. We’d take a breather, relax then decide on the next muscle. He decided, of course, because I wasn’t going to argue with the muscles on this trainer when I knew he could pick any muscle in me he wanted.

We moved to working with two muscles at once. He kept saying ‘relax all the way’ each time. Relaxing became twice as pleasant. Slowly I began realizing that relaxing was becoming easier. I’d do it whenever he said it. Even when I knew I hadn’t reached my endurance limit. I couldn’t figure out how this was helping my wrestling. Control and muscles maybe but how could I use it in wrestling? But each time Curt did it, it seemed more natural.

Then he started his little taunting moves. Rubbing his arm up over a nipple on my chest, or his leg up my thigh, or massaging the back of my head with his hand. This took my mind off relaxing because I was getting excited. And with no jock strap on there was no hiding it. What could I do? Even if I knew what to say I knew I wouldn’t have nerve enough to say it. He was my trainer, a better wrestler for sure and trying to help me get into a special gym unit. Besides, it felt good getting aroused without a jock strap holding you down. Bodily contact is intense in wrestling and you can’t let your mind wander except it was easy with Curt and the way he talked quietly and almost intimately at times. Somehow I couldn’t get my head clear. Curt seemed to distract my thoughts.

Things reached a crisis though when after relaxing my muscles on a three point contact he didn’t release me for a breather but rolled our bodies around into a tight, standing ‘lovers hold’ with full frontal contact and two erections rubbing side by side. My mind jumped right to the obvious fact that he didn’t have a jock strap on either. Before I could get another thought organized he was quietly telling me,

“You’re going to like this Norm. Really like it all the way. You’re to hot now Norm not to like it all the way.”

He was rocking our hips back and forth as he kept talking; telling me what we had to do. There was no way my mind could break away from the desire in that over heated zone of full bodily contact. It was filled with a tortuous mix of desire, fear, need, longing, helplessness, and an insistent instinct to simply obey Curt. The shock of this somehow inevitable face-off shattered when the commanding voice of coach hit us.

“Wake Up! Snap out of it, NOW. Norm kneel. Curt hear this.”

His ship commander voice brought us to a different reality. I was on my knees before I realized I was obeying a command. Curt stood soldierlike looking straight at coach who spoke to him in the same commanding voice.

“The deals on. They want fast action. Get the boy cleaned up in the shower and stay there until I check you out. Move Now.”

He marched off without a word about what he’d interrupted. And Curt and put his hand on my head.

“Stay low Boy and follow me on all fours.”

He headed straight for the locker room and I found myself padding along behind like a well trained retriever. Cold water in the shower got the brain working on its own again. Confused, bewildered, unbelieving but getting one thing finally clear. Somehow I was being used. This wrestling training session was more obedience training. Coach and Curt were out to use me for something, something I was sure I wouldn’t like. The only solution I could see was to get away from here as fast as I could. Where was this super exclusive gym run by a doctor. If I could get there then even if I didn’t qualify I wouldn’t have to come back here. Maybe the doctor could even explain what was going on here since he must know coach. That was as far as I got because coach turned up at the shower door and had us both turn around for inspection. Then, still the commander, he said,

“OK. No damage done. Curt, freeze the boy here and then get right to my office.”

He seemed to disappear he went so fast. Curt turned to me very brotherly, putting an arm around my shoulder.

“It’s OK Norm. Relax, he’s not going to do anything to us. Just play it cool and keep a low profile. Kneel down right over here by this dripping shower and count the drops as they his the floor. Water’s very soothing and counting will keep your mind busy so you can relax and not worry. I’ll be back as soon as coach has calmed down. Keep counting the drops.”

What else could I do until I had a chance to find out about the super gym. Besides he was right. The water drops were such ordinary things, quiet and regular. Counting them was relaxing and in concentrating on counting I soon forgot about coach and even Curt. I had to keep trying not to go to sleep. A reaction must have set in because when I heard Curt call my name I found I was bent over, like I was praying to Mecca. My forehead was touching the cool floor and water drops were fallling on the back of my head. They felt so soothing and relaxing I couldn’t respond to Curt until he ordered me to wake up and get on my feet. He told me to keep my eyes of the floor, look sort of shameful and only talk when I was told to. That way coach wouldn’t get upset again. It seemed to work because coach was very busyness like.

“OK. We’re all set. The doctor has agreed to see you Norm and if he thinks you can make it they’ll take you on. They want you up there right away so Curt will take you up and stay with you until the Doctor decides. Curt, you’re to take him right to the doctor’s office, understand. They’ve got a special tape set up for you to watch while the doc’s checking Norm. Oh yes, Norm. They’ve got a job for you if you qualify. They need a new chauffeur for one of their older super muscle men; seems he’s worn the old one out or something. Don’t worry Norm, I know you; you’ll qualify. This Doctor V wants immediate action so don’t just stand there. Get Going.”

Curt and I were both naked and I thought he expected us to go that way. But Curt said we should get our clothes on fast then if we left right away we’d make it in time without any trouble.

It went easier than I expected and maybe I should have been a little suspicious. But a little bit of worry went out of my mind. Even if I wasn’t accepted I could just quietly walk out of the Doctor V’s office and leave Curt watching his special tape. I was so keyed up with this happy thought that I never thought about packing for the trip. Once we were dressed I just grabbed my gym bag and followed Curt out the door.

Riding beside Curt was almost a release. Coach was far behind us and Curt was excited because the doctor had a special tape set up for him to watch while I was being examined. There was time to get my mind in order. I couldn’t escape those two bodies pressed so tightly in contact on the wrestling mat. The persistent thought that I was yielding wouldn’t go away. I didn’t know what Curt meant about ‘going all the way’. It was both frightening and enticing and overwhelming.

Why did I have this little flicker of thought that I wanted, was almost compelled to go ‘all of Curt’s way’? The feeling that ‘thought-didn’t-matter’. The touching of those bodies demanded Release, Relax. I knew I couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted with me. All he had to do was press a little harder against me and say ‘Yield, Relax” and my muscles would go soft. I was conditioned. I knew it. I had to escape. I obeyed coach automatically too. Not like a trainee following a trainer’s instructions but like a robot, unthinkingly. The thinking always came afterwards. How far could they go? How deep could it go??

I was convinced. I was doing the right thing. Dr. V was my escape. The pleasant monotony of rolling wheels on the road and the blur of constantly passing scenery was lulling me to sleep. I could see myself walking into the doctors office with Curt off in another room watching TV. I felt it. Then I could walk out free.

(With due apologies to Absman420 and his “Apollyon”. It can all be blamed on Mcgarguy and his challenging stories from spirals to stripping.)

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