Neighbors Ch. 10

I groaned as my alarm woke me. I was more stiff and exhausted than ever, and getting ready seemed to take twice as long as usual as I gingerly moved around my house. The water from the shower caused fresh searing pain on my backside and I could only tolerate cold water, and even that stung.

I pulled up to the gym and glanced at my car clock. Shit. I was ten minutes late. I hurried as much as I could in my state to the door.

Sarah was standing there with her arms crossed. She had a frown on her face as I painfully made my way over to her.

"Well?" she said, drumming her fingers on her upper arms impatiently.

I tried to look apologetic.

"I'm sorry Sarah...sorry I was late."

She looked at me for a second. I tried not to admire her body too blatantly - she was wearing tight yoga pants and a jog bra again. Above her crossed arms I could clearly make out the outlines of her nipples. Her hair was loose this morning, cascading down her back in red waves.

"You also didn't log your dinner last night to the app, did you?"

I was taken aback. I had completely forgotten to do that last night before I passed out on the couch. I stammered an apology.

"No...um..sorry I just forgot."

She looked at me for a second, her frown deepening.

"I see. You...forgot. Did you also forget your run?"

Shit. I had - with my...appointment...with Ms. Sutton and passing out on the couch I had completely forgot to do my run. I looked down in embarrassment.

"Yes...actually I did. I'm sorry - I didn't run either."

She stood in silence again.

"Look, Chris. I told you that working out every morning would be intense. Yet you insisted that was what you wanted. In fact, you asked me to be very strict in keeping you to your goal - remember that picture you shared with me?"

I nodded, remembering how Amber had told me to share the picture of the mostly naked guy I found on the internet with Sarah.

"If we are going to train together, I need to know that you take this seriously. Otherwise I would rather find a different client for this hour."

I froze. I couldn't imagine telling Amber that I had failed her - she had set this whole thing up and obviously was thrilled I was helping out her friend financially, and hopefully she was excited that I was getting stronger and healthier too. Sarah was serious about dropping me as a client.

"No...no...I'm sorry Sarah" I stammered. "I won't let you down again. I promise."

Looking indecisive, she slowly nodded.

"Ok. But no more screw-ups."

She was already walking towards the changing room.

"Strip. On the scale."

Somehow it was also getting easier to be in my underwear around Sarah. I felt only the slightest shame as I pulled off my shirt and shorts and stood before her in the tiny room just in my underwear. She made a note of my weight as usual and told me to get dressed and meet her by the bench press machine.

She was all business that morning. It seems that whatever familiarity or closeness we had developed over the last two sessions had evaporated with my failure to live up to her expectations. She pushed me brutally hard, and cut off any excuse I tried to make. To make matters worse, every time I sat or had to lay on my back I felt fresh fire coming from my bruised rear. Finally, near the end of the hour, Sarah relented and talked to me as I was toweling sweat from my face.

"Look, Chris - sorry I was a bit rough on you. I know I sometimes take this too seriously - I just genuinely want my clients to be their best. I put one hundred percent effort into my job and I expect my clients to do the same. Just let me know if you think I'm being too hard and I can ease up a bit."

I looked at her, a bit surprised at her words. She was standing with her arms crossed in front of her again, this time chewing on her lower lip unconsciously. I could tell that she felt badly about the way she had pushed me today. I noticed the glow of perspiration on her toned stomach, and the shape of her muscular thighs stretching the taut fabric of her tights. I wondered if she was wearing a thong under her pants, and what she might look like in it.

The chastity cage gripped my cock cruelly and I winced. I took a second to try to control myself.

"No...you were right. I shouldn't have forgotten those things yesterday. And I DID ask you to keep me on track with my goals. So you weren't too hard on me. And I appreciate that you care enough to push me."

She looked at me for a few seconds, gauging the sincerity in my eyes. Abruptly, she smiled.

"Friends?" She asked, sticking a hand out for me to shake.

"Friends." I said, laughing with her as I took her hand.

"That's good" she said, still grinning. "Or else lunch would have been hella awkward. I hear you're taking Amber and I to Rossino's?"

My heart jumped. Amber had hinted that she might let me join them for lunch but I hadn't heard from her since she got out of my car yesterday. My grin deepened.

"Yes ma'am" I said half-jokingly.

Work seemed to go by in a flash, and several hours later I was meeting Sarah and Amber at a trendy restaurant downtown. Sarah was dressed casually in jeans and a tight t shirt that stretched across her chest and showed off her small perky breasts, while Amber wore another sundress that exposed her long legs and just a hint of her lacy bra cups. We sat at a small table on the patio, with a nice view of the skyline of the city. I was thrilled to be in presence of Amber as well as Sarah - two stunning women. I got jealous looks from a lot of the male patrons, and even some of the waitstaff. I was enjoying every second of it, even as I found myself squirming in my chair a bit from the bruising on my ass.

We chatted about the town and the restaurant a bit as we ordered. I was absolutely starving after my ordeal with Ms. Sutton and my intense workout this morning, but I was also conscious of Sarah sitting next to me. I ordered a salad with grilled chicken and no dressing, and saw her nod approvingly. Amber noticed this interaction between us and smiled.

"So how are the workouts going? Is she working you hard?" she asked, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Yes..." I said, barely catching myself again from calling her miss in public. Amber clearly noticed and gave a little laugh.

"And how about you? Are you enjoying working with Chris?"

Sarah nodded, but then gave a little laugh. And took a sip of her wine.

"When he takes it seriously, yes."

Amber raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I groaned mentally.

"What do you mean? Is he not being serious? I thought he told me he really wanted to get in great shape."

"Oh, I didn't really mean it" Sarah shrugged. "It's just that yesterday he forgot to do a few things I asked him to do, and then he missed ten minutes of his session this morning because he was late."

"Yeah..." I broke in, hoping to stop this from escalating. "I'm really sorry...it was sort of a weird day yesterday" I said, glancing at Amber. I hoped she would catch my meaning and be understanding after my...appointment...with Ms. Sutton.

Instead she frowned.

"Hm. That IS disappointing. I really thought he was going to take it seriously. Sarah - what do you normally do if your clients slack off? I know how dedicated you are to your work."

Sarah shrugged and took another sip of wine. This was her second glass and I could see she was already a bit relaxed and perhaps tipsy. I made a mental note that I'd have to give her a ride or call her an Uber after we ate.

"Well, it's really not that big of a deal. I just try to let them know that what I'm asking them to do is for their own good. If they don't do it it's on them - not much I can really do about it."

Amber thought about this for a second. A few seconds later I saw a familiar gleam in her eye as she thought of something. She took her own sip of wine and motioned for the waiter for a second glass.

"Hm. That's a shame." She said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. "I wonder what professional groups - like sports teams - do when players miss workouts?"

Sarah laughed.

"That's easy - they fine them."

Amber raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I felt a chill go down my spine.

"But I can't very well go around fining my clients...I don't think I'd have any left at the end of the day" Sarah laughed again and drained the last of the wine from her glass. Our waiter refilled her glass along with Amber's.

Amber leaned forward and put her elbows on the table. I tried not to stare at her deep cleavage that was exposed.

"No, really - I mean it's sort of perfect right? I mean for the right client. Someone who really cares about getting in shape. Because if they slack off they'll end up paying...literally. And it ensures that you, as their trainer, stay on top of them and push them, because you'll want to get that fine."

Sarah looked confused for a second by the serious look on Amber's face.

"Yeah...I mean it would be great for me, but who in the world would agree to that?"

Amber looked over at me.

"Chris would."

Sarah laughed, thinking she was joking. Again seeing Amber's serious expression, she stopped.

I gasped. I suddenly felt a foot on the inside of my thigh. Amber had somehow slipped her foot out of her sandal and placed it on me under the table. Slowly, inexorably, she was sliding it up my leg.

"You would, wouldn't you...Chris." Amber said, smirking.

"Yes..." I whispered.

Sarah was staring at me with a stunned look on her face, her wine glass forgotten in her hand.

"What was that?" Amber said, her foot inching towards my crotch.

"Yes..." I said, louder. I was trying not to breathe heavily as my pulse started racing. At the same time, I felt a flush of embarrassment and I knew my face was bright red. I stared down at my plate.

"Yes...what?" She said, expectantly.

"Yes...miss." I said, burning even brighter with shame.

I glanced at Sarah, sitting next to me, oblivious of what Amber was doing under the table. She had her mouth wide open and was looking with disbelief between Amber and I. Suddenly she slammed her wine glass down on the table.

"I KNEW it!" She said. "I KNEW there was something going on between you two! What is he, your sex slave or something?"

I winced - in her slightly drunk state she had nearly shouted these words. Several people at a table nearby stopped and looked in our direction.

"Shhh..please..." I pleaded.

Amber just laughed.

"No, not my sex slave...it's somewhat more...complicated than that. Why don't you explain?"

The heel of her foot suddenly slammed into my crotch, mashing my balls. I grunted, and immediately tried to cough to cover up my reaction. I felt a sudden feeling of nausea in my stomach. Instinctively I reached under the table and grabbed Amber's ankle, trying to move it from my tender crotch. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, and reluctantly I let go of her foot, letting my arms fall at my sides. Sarah was still staring at me in disbelief, waiting for me to explain.

"Um...I like it when Amber...miss Amber... is...unfair to me." I said, squirming a bit in my chair.

"Unfair? Like how?" Sarah asked, fascinated.

I looked across the table. Amber had her glass of wine in her hand and was sitting back, relaxed. Clearly she was enjoying my embarrassment. Her foot was still firmly lodged between my legs.

"Um...like I do things for her - clean her house and mow her lawn and do her laundry."

Sarah smiled and looked at Amber.

"And what does she do for you in return? You slut." She said chidingly at her friend.

"Uh...nothing...in fact I pay her to do these things for her."

Sarah looked at me again in disbelief for a second. Seeing the sincerity in my eyes she tried to cover up a laugh with her hand.

Amber was grinning broadly now as she took a sip of her wine. The heel of her foot was inexorably increasing pressure now on my balls.

"That's...that's what I meant by unfair. I do things for her and pay her for the privilege, and in return...she doesn't do anything."

"Except be mean to you" Amber corrected me, demonstrating this with a small kick to my crushed testicles. There wasn't anything I could do about it in this public space - short of grabbing her leg and forcing it away, I could just sit and take her secret torment.

Sarah was shaking her head.

"Oh my fucking god. And you LIKE this?" She asked me.

Gulping, I nodded.

"Yes."

I knew it was true. Despite all of the torment, including Amber's current abuse of my tender balls, it was all so worth it. Amber's control made me feel oddly content, as if I were in my right place in the universe. Even her use of the chastity cage to keep me from experiencing sex seemed appropriate. It was my place to provide for her and improve her life. She had other men to use for sex, and wasn't interested in getting that from me, so it seemed right for me to be denied. The unfairness of that particular situation also got me strangely excited.

Sarah thought for a second.

"So this is why you are paying me extra, isn't it? You like doing it."

Well, not exactly, I thought - Amber ordered me to do it. But she wasn't wrong - I did feel excited that I was not only paying her, but paying her extra every day. I nodded.

She digested that information.

"Then you really WOULD be ok with me...with me...fining you if you miss workouts."

Amber was looking at me expectantly, a faint smile on her lips.

I nodded.

"Yes...yes Sarah."

"Oh my god" she repeated, clearly still a little unsure. She turned to Amber.

"And...you'd be ok with that too? I mean he IS your slave, or whatever he is."

Amber nodded.

"Yes - you're my best friend. Share the wealth, right?" She smiled reassuringly at Sarah.

"Ok...soo..." Sarah turned back to me, her eyes searching my face. "If you miss a workout...you owe me...one hundred dollars."

Oh god...I moaned slightly. My penis was inexplicably fighting a doomed battle against the unyielding steel of my cage.

I nodded.

"Yes Sarah."

She seemed to gain confidence in my answer. She took a sip of her wine.

"And if you don't report a meal through the calorie app - it's another hundred."

I groaned but nodded my acceptance.

Amber leaned forward. To my combined relief and disappointment she removed her foot from by crotch.

"What if he just slacks off? Like doesn't run as much as you think he should, or lift as much?"

Sarah tapped her finger against the rim of her wine glass.

"Hm. That's a good point. Maybe we have a review session each week? Chris and I sit down and go over my workout notes and the results of his runs? I'm a big believer in data actually."

Amber laughed.

"Oh my god, that's perfect. I think you'll have him whipped into shape in no time."

My heart was racing. I could feel even more control of my life spinning out of my hands, but I was tingling and incredibly aroused at the thought. The discomfort coming from my crotch was beginning to match the pain from my bruised ass.

Sarah reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.

"It's a good thing we're already friends on Venmo" She laughed and logged into her phone.

"Let's see...one missed run, plus one missed meal documentation...that's two hundred dollars."

I groaned as I saw her type it into her phone.

"Wait, wasn't he late today?" Amber said, helpfully.

I shot her a bit of a dirty look. She merely smiled sweetly at me.

"That's right! I hate people who are late. Let's call it an even two fifty."

She hit a button and my phone dinged. The women watched as I logged in and hit send.

Sarah laughed.

"God, this is the best!" She exclaimed to Amber.

"I know, right?"

We finished our meal in relative normality. Sarah and Amber caught each other up on their week. I mostly sat in silence, reflecting how Sarah now had control over me and wondering how that would play out in the future. When the bill came neither Sarah or Amber reached for it, and I put it on my credit card. The girls decided they were too tipsy to drive, and Amber told me I would drive them home. They piled into the back of my car and I felt like a chauffeur again as I pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. Thankfully, Sarah didn't have any more clients that day so they decided they were going to hang out and watch movies at Amber's house.

They were giggling and whispering as I drove through downtown. I heard Amber exclaim "I know, right?" loudly, and they started giggling louder.

"But how did you know?" Amber asked as they quieted down.

"I always weigh my clients in their undies - not an issue for the women of course and most guys wear boxer briefs which are like shorts, so...I had no idea any grown men still wear tightey whiteys." Sarah explained.

I reddened when I realized they were talking about me.

"Haha I didn't either! It's kind of cute though - sort of endearing." Amber laughed again.

"Hey, if you want a fun surprise, you should weigh him in the buff tomorrow morning."

I gasped out loud and caught Amber's eyes in the rear view mirror. She was looking at me with that mischievous twinkle in her eye. I shook my head from side to side.

Sarah burst out laughing.

"Why?"

I saw her lean into to Amber and cup her hand around her ear.

"Is he hung?" She said in a stage whisper that I could easily hear.

Sarah leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders, peering over me and down at my crotch.

"Are you packing, Chris?" She giggled.

I turned brighter red. She slid back in her seat next to Amber.

"I can usually tell when I get guys down to their skivvies - and I didn't notice anything." leaned next to Amber and whispered "Seemed kind of small actually!"

Amber smiled at me in the rear view mirror.

"He's packing...something. I'll let you find that out tomorrow."

After I dropped off the girls at Amber's house I had to go back to work. I had a meeting with some of my employees and interviewed two prospective interns. I tried to hide my grimaces of pain from sitting on my bruised rear and briefly considered getting a blow up pillow to sit on, like a hemorrhoid sufferer. Finally I was able to wrap up my business for the day and head home.

I allowed myself a brief rest on my couch, careful not to fall asleep this time, before I dragged myself to my closet to put on my running gear. Making sure that my watch was recording my workout, I went on my slog around the neighborhood. I tried to follow Sarah's direction from the day before and slow down, and I found that I was able to run more than on Monday. Progress of a sort, I thought. By the time I had completed two miles I was sweating and my legs were even more shaky then before. The combination of leg workouts with Sarah, Ms. Sutton's punishment, and my runs were turning them to jelly. I groaned as I pulled off my shoes and remembered that tomorrow morning was going to be leg day again.

I saw that I had a text from Amber when I picked up my phone.

-Sarah is going to crash here tonight. Stop by for our keys and get our cars-

I groaned. It was almost 7 pm, and I was starving. I briefly entertained the idea of fixing myself a quick dinner first, but I knew that Amber would want me to do as she asked first. Running a comb through my hair and putting on a fresh dab of deodorant, I changed into jeans and a button down shirt and went next door.

Amber answered the door when I knocked. She was dressed down in a t shirt and short pajama pants. Looking past her, I could see Sarah similarly dressed and stretched out on the couch. There was a movie on the TV and a bowl of potato chips on the coffee table that made my stomach rumble audibly.

Without a word, Amber handed me two sets of car keys and then closed the door.

Sighing, I figured out how I was going to do this. I got in my car and drove twenty minutes to the restaurant. Finding Sarah's small SUV first, I used the key and got in. Looking around, I noticed it was a mess. It looked like she had been living - or at least eating - in here for the last few months. The back seat was full of old napkins and sandwich wrappers and old junk mail. The floor mats were covered in pine needles and pebbles, and the dash needed a good dusting. The windows as well, I realized, as I pulled out into traffic and the sun diffracted across the dusty windshield.