Work until Failure

Meanwhile, Jacob has fiddled gently with the bench. The two legs that the weight rests on can fold into eachother, going straight down. All it rests on is a sliding notch. As Jacob gently slides it out, the stand slowly lowered without Evan taking notice.

Evan can no longer lift the weight, and he looks up at Jacob when he realizes the hooks are longer above his head.

“What the fuck, what the fuck!” Jacob retrieves a sock to stuff in Evan’s mouth. A few women are starting to stare. Evan looks wildly around the room at anyone to help. The taste of sweat and feet on his tongue. And Jacob’s hands on his chest.

His chest. Jacob’s hands are on his waistband. And done, Evan’s penis and balls were yanked out and resting on the waistband of his shorts, making them point forwards.

“One inch dick!” Evan hears shouts from the crowd of gym members and laughing from every direction.

“I knew you were just asking for attention.” Jacob says. “You are just loving this.”

It was true. Evan had never been exposed like this before but his cock was already hard and twitching everytime he made eye contact with someone. He could move the weights onto the hooks, but then they’d be resting on his throat. Still, he could manage breathing, just would have to keep his head all the way back. Evan struggled to find a comfortable position. Jacob, while watching his top half struggle, was gently flicking his dick around. Showing his audience every angle.