Chapter 2
I had a restless nights sleep after my experience with Walter in the Sauna that morning. I continued to struggle with why I behaved the way I did. Why would a straight, married man do so many gay things. Not just do gay things, but CRAVE them.
And why did I so easily allow him to take compromising pictures of me with my face in them? I've certainly sent anonymous nudes to anonymous men in the past, but those were harmless because they didn't have my face in them. Now Walter not only had nude pics with my face in them, he had me posing, he had them with his hand on my cock, he had them with his fingers in my ass, and worst of all he had a video of me sucking his cock and cumming when he pissed on me. He hadn't threatened blackmail, but he certainly had enough compromising material to get me to do whatever he wanted.
After a nearly sleepless night, my alarm came way too early. I groggily got out of bed, grabbed my clothes and headed for the gym. I had debated with myself throughout the entire day before whether I should ever go to the gym again, but I knew the pervy fag side of me would win out over my straight, normal, respectable side. I knew that I loved and craved the way he had treated me the day before. I knew that I would likely get to suck his cock each morning. And I knew that if he followed through with what he said in the shower the prior morning he would take me to a whole new level of sexual fulfillment that I couldn't get on my own. My cock was rock hard when I arrived at the gym.
As I walked into the gym I looked around and saw that he was already sweating away on the elliptical. He motioned for me to come talk to him.
"Good morning, Sir," I greeted him in a hushed tone.
"Good morning, faggot. Thanks for sending me the pictures from your office yesterday."
"You're welcome, Sir," I replied.
"I hung something in the same locker you used yesterday. Put it on, take a picture of yourself in the locker room mirror and text it to me. Then you can finish dressing and start your workout."
"Yes, Sir," I responded.
I walked into the locker room and opened the locker. Inside it I found a pair of pink thong panties hanging on hook.
"Oh boy, here we go," I thought to myself.
I undressed and slipped the panties on, hoping nobody would enter the locker room while I was there in just the panties. I had never worn panties before, but as I saw myself in them in the mirror they didn't seem out of place. Given what I had done with him the day before, it seemed appropriate that he put me in panties. Sexually, I was the girl. The only problem with the panties was that putting them on got my cock hard again, and it was very apparent in the picture I took in the mirror.
I was about to text him when I realized I didn't have his phone number. I purposefully hadn't entered his info from his card into my contacts the prior day. I got dressed and walked out to him and explained that I didn't have his number. He was understanding and gave me his number, so I texted it to him while I stood there.
"Oh, faggot. You look so cute in pink panties," he said in a voice that was a bit too loud for our surroundings. He then put his phone on the reading stand on the elliptical with the picture of me still on the screen.
When I saw what he did, a fresh wave of humiliation washed over me and made me blush. While the exhibitionist in me wanted to be seen, I also didn't want to be "caught", if that makes sense. The picture of me in panties on his phone on the elliptical readying stand was small, but certainly big enough to be seen.
"Come find me in one hour and we can have a little fun."
"Yes, Sir."
I proceeded with my workout, doing a little cardio, then hitting the weights with renewed vigor. For some reason, I wanted to look good for this man. I wanted to get in better shape.
I kept a close eye on the clock throughout my workout and when the hour was up I found Walter stretching in another part of the gym.
"I'm finished with my workout, Sir."
"Good. I'm about done too. We're going into the steam room today, and as you know, that is in the co-ed area, so you aren't allowed to go in there naked. So you'll go in just your panties. Go strip down to just your panties in the locker room and wait for me there."
"But, Sir," I started to reply, when he cut me off.
"Go!"
I walked into the locker room, noticing that there were three other men in there. I slowly undressed, lingering by my open locker and hoping it would provide some cover, but with my locker being close to the sink area where everybody gets ready, there really wasn't any way to hide. And pink is a color that catches peoples attention. I kept my face pointed toward my open locker, fumbling around as if I were trying to find something.
Walter's locker was next to mine, and when he walked in a few minutes later he looked at me and said in a not very hushed volume, "Nice panties."
I could feel my face flush and I'm sure it was quickly the same color as my panties as I quickly turned towards the sinks to see if anybody had heard him. Two of the men slowly turned their faces away from me as I looked over at them. One had a mocking smirk on his face.
Walter undressed fully, then put just his shorts back on and walked past me towards the steam room. I followed.
We entered the co-ed area and I noticed the security camera. Then we walked into the steam room. We were alone and there wasn't any steam, but Walter pushed the button on the wall and the steam quickly filled the small room so that we could barely see one another. Walter spread his towel on the top tiled bench, took off his shorts, sat down and leaned back with his legs spread.
"Come get what I know you've been thinking about all morning, faggot," he said in a very casual tone.
"What if someone comes in, Sir," I questioned.
"Well, if someone comes in, they won't initially be able to see anything, and I will wrap my towel around myself. You don't have a towel, so you'll just have to hope your cock isn't sticking out of your little panties."
