Carrot and Stick

[aimauanca]

1. The Gym
I was getting fat. I was getting slow. A few years ago, I went to a gym every weekday evening and I was in great form, but since then, with the pressure of work, I hadn’t had time. And even my friends started to notice that I was getting a little on the heavy side. That was when Tom suggested I try the Carrot and Stick Gymnasium. I asked him about the funny name – it sounded more like a pub than a gym, but he didn’t seem to want to go into particular detail. He just said that he recommended it and he was sure they’d get me fit in no time.

So, one evening, after work, I stopped by and walked into the reception area. A very, very attractive girl showed me the price list and explained the various options – weekly, monthly or yearly rates. I compromised with the monthly option, and organised a physical for the very same evening with the gym in-house doctor.

Now I have always preferred doctors to be male. It’s one thing to be naked with a girlfriend in a bedroom, but it’s another to be examined, impersonally, by a female doctor in a white coat.

If I’d known in advance it was a woman, I may even have chickened out.

The doctor had blond hair, tied at the back. Pleasant looking but a little serious. Glasses of course.
“Please sit down, Mr ... ah yes, Mr Kingsley, ah ... Eric,” she started in a very businesslike voice.
“Weight? Height? Alcohol? Other substances? Family diseases? ...” , all the usual questions. And then the inevitable “Could you undress, please? Use the hooks on the door or the chair for your clothes.”
I stood before her, wearing just my boxer shorts, shivering a little, even though the temperature was really quite warm. “Remove those too, please, and lie down on the table.”
I turned away to take off my shorts, and climbed onto the table with my back to her, but all this modesty was rather useless once I was actually lying down. I mean, I could hardly hide my genitals with my hands, could I?

The doctor then performed all the usual tests – heart beat, blood pressure and so on. Nothing harmful. But then she reached into a drawer and took from it just one latex glove. She seemed to me to put more into putting on a glove than was really necessary, as if wanting to build up the tension for what was to follow.
“Stay lying down please, and pull your knees up to your chest. Perfect – thank you. Now this won’t hurt.”
It did. She probably was using just one finger, but it felt to me like she had her whole fist up there. And why did it have to last so long? And all the time I was terrified of farting or something.
“Okay, that’s fine. Please bring your legs down and relax now.”

The doctor return to her desk and wrote a few things on the form. “Is everything alright” I asked.
“Yes” she replied. “Everything is normal and there are no signs of anomalies. As a final verification, please get erect now.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “Oh, you mean you want me to stand up.”
“No”, she said. “I want you stay lying there, cause your penis to erect, and so verify that there are absolutely no anomalies, including erectile dysfunctions.”
“But I can’t just get erect! Not without stimulus! And certainly not with you standing there watching!”
She walked over to the table and bent down towards me. “Do you watch porn?” she asked, in a soft voice.
What sort of a question is that?
“Uhm, I have seen some, just one or twice, by accident” I mumbled.
“Well then, just imagine that I’m not a doctor, in this long doctor’s coat, but a sexy, hot nurse, in a sexy, short nurse’s outfit. Imagine that the top few buttons are open, and my enormous tits are spilling out. Imagine that I’m pushing one into your face, almost smothering you with its soft loveliness. And imagine that I take your penis in your hand, and start caressing it, ever so softly. Do you think you could get an erection then?”
Her white coat stayed just as long as before, with all its buttons buttoned up, and her tits, not all that enormous, stayed perfectly under cover, but she did start caressing the head of my penis, softly at first, but as she felt it hardening, she started stroking it more and more, until I was fully erect. I was just beginning to start groaning with pleasure, when she stopped stroking, pulled a tape measure from her pocket, and measured me in girth and length. This done, she went back to her desk to complete her forms, saying to me “That will be all now. You may get dressed.”
There was I, lying on my back, naked, with my prick quivering, pointing direct to the ceiling, and she told me to get dressed!
“But I thought ... but what about ...?”
“Mr Kingsley,” she replied, “I told you to imagine I was a sexy nurse in a porn film, but I am not. I am a fully qualified medical doctor and I do not give handjobs to my patients. You may leave now, and organise your training program at the front desk.”
I wilted rapidly, both psychologically and physically, and as quickly as I could I pulled on my clothes and left.
Somewhat chastened, I went all the same to the front desk, and agreed to start training the following evening.

2. The first session
I arrived at the gym, straight from work, a few minutes before 7. The receptionist told me where the changing rooms were, and explained that I should then go to training room 4, dressed only in a towel. When I arrived at room 4, there she was again. She opened the door on to a small room, which contained just a training bike and a TV screen. “Here at Carrot and Stick we believe in personal training programs without the distractions of other people around. This first evening will be dedicated exclusively to the training bike, which you will ride completely free of clothing – you can hang your towel on the hook there, once the door is closed, of course” she said, smiling.

“On the screen you will find your target kilometres, which you are expected to reach within 30 minutes. The screen will show you your average speed, time left, and necessary speed – that is how fast you have to go in order for you reach target. Okay, I think that’s everything. You can call on the intercom if you need any further explanation. Enjoy!”
With that, she ushered me into the room and closed the door. I locked it from the inside. I didn’t want anyone to walk in and find me riding an exercise bike in the nude.

I hung my towel on the hook by the door and turned to the bike. It was then that I noticed the rather strange saddle. It seemed just an ordinary bicycle saddle, but in front, just where my groin would be, there was a leather bound cushion with a hole in it. I realised that the only way to sit on the saddle would be to first insert my penis into the hole. By now I was getting used to things being a little out of the ordinary here.

I mounted the bike, taking care to insert myself into the hole before sitting on the saddle. There must have been a sensor somewhere, because as I sat, the screen lit up and gave me my target kilometres and speed. I was comfortable – the saddle height seemed to just right – and so I started pedalling.

“Hi Baby,” said the girl that appeared on the screen at the first down-stroke of the pedal. “I’m here to encourage you to reach your target. I’ll be really pleased if you do, and you’ll get a really nice prize. On the other hand, if you don’t make it, I’ll be really disappointed. Enjoy!”

With that she moved away from the camera and I could see all of her. She was tall and slim, with a perfect body, and wearing a tight, short dress of just the sort I liked. She moved around, the camera following her all the time. She caressed her body, she bent over at the waist, and generally teased me until I could feel my prick hardening in the hole in the cushion. “You like what you see?” she asked, smiling. At this she pulled up the hem of her dress just a little, and the camera zoomed in on her naked, shaved pussy. My prick got rock hard as she started to rub her pussy lips ever so softly. Another sensor must have tripped, as I felt a sheath tighten round my prick and start to wank me, back and forth.

So this was the “carrot” of the “Carrot and Stick Gym.” To encourage you to achieve your target, a beautiful girl performs on the screen, and you pedal harder and harder in the hope that you will see more and more of her body. But as I understood this, I realised that I had been looking at her and I had not being checking my performance. In fact, I was just a little behind schedule, and I had to sprint for ten minutes so as to regain control of the situation and make the target reachable again.
All of this time, the wanking machine kept up at the same pace, and the girl on the screen was lying naked on a bed and was fingering her pussy, with the camera doing close-ups of her face, her tits, and her wet fingers. All I had to do was keep pedalling at the same speed, and the numbers on the screen told me I would reach the target kilometre 15 seconds ahead of time.

The girl was getting more and more excited. At just 5 minutes before target time, she was fucking herself with an enormous vibrating dildo. At 30 seconds before my estimated time of arrival, she was bucking in ecstasy. As I reached my target kilometre, she screamed out loud and at the same time I came into the wanking machine. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had.

“That was great, Baby,” she gasped, “see you soon,” and the screen went blank.
It took me a little while to recover, and I was covered in sweat. Eventually I reached for my towel, and headed off to the showers. As I left the gym, I arranged for my next session, at the same time, the following evening.

3. Session 2
The next evening I arrived slightly earlier, as I was looking forward to another session. The same routine applied as before, and as I started pedalling, two blondes appeared in the screen. “Hi Sweety,” they said in unison. I realised that obviously these were standard films that would be shown to all customers of the gym, so they would call everyone Baby or Sweety. Soon the two girls were naked, and kissing and fingering each other, and I was hard inside the machine, which was wanking me just like yesterday.

The target of this session needed me to pedal harder than the day before – the distance was 5% more, but the time limit of 30 minutes was the same. However, as the surprise element was missing, I concentrated on reaching target right from the start. The scene was as erotic as the day before, maybe even more so, but I pedalled at the right speed all the way, and we all three came just as the 30 minute time limit arrived.

4. Oops
It had been a shitty day at work, and I’d argued with my boss over which sales areas I would have to cover. For this reason, I turned up for my third training session in a really bad mood. The girl on the screen spent some time setting up a fucking machine, and at about minute 10, she was using a remote control to vary the speed at which a dildo slid in and out of her lubricated pussy. I pedalled half-heartedly. Part of me was looking at the girl’s naked body, writhing in pleasure; but mostly I was thinking what I should have said to my boss at work. I was at the 25 minute mark when I realised that I’d have to pedal at double speed to finish the target kilometres.

I pedalled as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn’t reach the target, but at least I could fail honourably. The fucking machine was hammering fast too, as was the wanking machine that would soon have me coming for all I was worth. As the last minute arrived, the girl started imploring me, “Please, faster! Make me come!”, and I pedalled harder than ever. Five, four, three, two, one – yes, I was going to come, ... and then the machine stopped.

I had reached the point of no return, but with no further stimulation, my prick just oozed semen with no orgasmic pleasure at all. The girl on the screen started insulting me. “I didn’t come,” she shouted. “You wimp! You failure! You limp-dicked failure!”

It had been a bad day already, but with this climax I almost wept. What a shitty gym was this? I’d never come back again.

5. The stick
Of course I did go back the next evening. I’d show them how fast I’d go. Okay if the “stick” was a ruined orgasm – it’d take more than that to put me off.

Then I got to room 4. I put my towel on the hook as usual, and then turned to mount the bike. That was when I made the horrible discovery – there was a butt plug firmly bolted onto the middle of the saddle. I reasoned it must be some sort of preparation mistake, so I called reception on the intercom. “No mistake,” she said, “We here at ‘Stick and Carrot’ believe that a little negative feedback can do wonders to performance. You failed last time, so we try to encourage you to do better this time.”

“But what if I fail again?” I asked. “Best not,” she replied, “The butt plug gets bigger. By the way, you’ll find some lubricant on the shelf by the door. Enjoy.”

I didn’t enjoy. I poured lubricant all over the butt plug, and slid some into my anus too. With great care, and not a little difficulty, I mounted the bike, inserting first my penis in the cushion, and then slowly the butt plug up my arse. It hurt, but I was a little surprised that my prick seemed to somewhat stimulated by this new experience.

Then the session started, with the same format as usual – target kilometres, sexy girl, erection, wanking machine. This time, however, I was totally concentrated. I wasn’t going to fail this time. I pedalled harder than ever, and I reached my target kilometre way ahead of time, much to the approval of the girl, and much to the pleasure of my balls and prick, spurting semen deep into the cushion.

Then, on the screen flashed a totally new message: “Congratulations, Eric! You have successfully completed Stage 1 of your training course. For your next session on Monday, please come to room 3.”

6. Room 3
Monday evening saw me dressed in my towel outside Room 3, a little before 7 as usual. As I was waiting, the pretty receptionist arrived, along with a beautifully tanned brunette, she too dressed in a towel, though full length in her case. “Eric, meet Lucy, Lucy meet Eric” said the receptionist as we shook hands, rather shyly. “We a Carrot & Stick believe that a little competition can help encourage our members to further improve their performance. Therefore, as you have now both progressed to Stage 2, you will race each other. Apart from that, everything’s the same as Stage 1. Enjoy.”

We entered the room, which was larger than Room 4, and in the middle were two exercise bikes facing each other, each with a small screen fixed to the handlebars showing target distances, speed etc. I looked at mine, the one with the cushion – no butt plug. I looked at hers – no cushion, but a black dildo fixed to the front of the saddle.

We tried not to look at each other as we removed our towels and prepared to mount the bikes. I got on as usual, and then watched Lucy as she slowly impaled herself with the dildo. I think I heard her sigh as she did it. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded and we both started pedalling.

The target was reasonable, and I had no difficulty reaching the required pace. At the same time, I couldn’t help staring at the gorgeous naked girl on the bike in front of me. She was pedalling at the same pace, and seemed to be moaning with pleasure. I guessed that the dildo was either vibrating or thrusting inside her though it was difficult to see from where I was. In any case, it was extremely stimulating and I was hard in no time, and the wanking machine started up.

It was great, pedalling away, feeling the sheath as it pushed and pulled on my prick, and watching this fantastic brunette gasping as the dildo pleasured her pussy. We finally overcame our mutual shyness, and managed to smile at each other, though only briefly as we both concentrated elsewhere. I verified my pace on the screen in front of me, and I looked pointedly at Lucy’s screen too, to remind her that she too had to meet target. She looked down, and it seemed to me that she quickened her rhythm slightly, and she smiled me a thank-you.

Towards the end of our kilometres, we were both pretty excited, and we each put our best into the pedalling, until finally, at least a minute before the time limit, we both reached our targets together and the machines gave us each our well-earned orgasms. As I came, I saw Lucy throw her head back in ecstasy, and I was surprised that a girl like that even knew some of the profanities she was shouting.

It took a while for both of us to recover, and then we each dismounted, put on our towels, and headed to our own changing rooms. It was almost as if a certain shyness had again formed between us, as we spoke not a word to each other.

7. Victory
Tuesday evening and back to Room 3. Lucy and I greeted each other, and then it was back to the usual routine. I was feeling good, and I kept up a fine pace but Lucy seemed distracted. Every now and then she would look at the screen and see she was behind; then she would speed up for a short while, but then she slowed down again, obviously with her mind elsewhere. As the half-hour ended, I had a very nice orgasm, though a little low key, as Lucy obviously wasn’t getting one. In fact, her excitement has been building up right to the very end, and then it suddenly stopped as the machine ruined her orgasm. I must say she looked really pissed off.

As we dismounted, a new message appeared on the screen – tomorrow Room 9. This was odd, as we had only just started Stage 2, so I had expected to be in this room for a while. Whatever.

8. The stick again
I arrived just in time at Room 9. The pretty receptionist showed me in, and I found Lucy, naked, bent at 90 degrees over a table, her arse exposed temptingly towards me.
“What?” I gasped.
“We here at ‘Stick and Carrot’,” explained the receptionist, “ believe that a little negative feedback can do wonders to performance. Lucy failed last time, so we try to encourage her to do better next time. You, Eric, will provide the negative feedback.”
“But that’s rape!” I exclaimed.
“No,” she replied. “It would be rape if Lucy had not given her consent, but as you can see, she is not strapped to the table. She is free to leave now if she wishes. You, Eric, are expected to encourage Lucy to do better next time. Failure on your part would be considered a failure in your own training, and would invite negative feedback on yourself. So, if everything’s clear, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy!”

With that she left us, and I turned back to the sight of Lucy’s rather attractive backside. “Please be gentle” she said in a low voice.
“Of course, don’t worry” I replied. I was, after all, a gentleman. And I was, at the same time, fully erect.
I came closer to her and discovered, on inspection, a dildo inserted into her pussy. Clearly it was not expected that I use that passage – her anus was the only choice. A bottle of lubricant was close at hand, and I used lots of it on my prick. I then poured a load of around the puckered hole between the cheeks of Lucy’s smooth, round arse.
“Get ready,” I said, and I felt Lucy flinch as I inserted my thumb up to the first knuckle. I repeated the gesture several times, pushing more and more lubricant inside each tine.
She must have thought I was hesitating. “Let’s get it over with,” she said, but with more than a little anxiety in her voice.
So I positioned myself directly behind her and slowly pushed the head of my prick into her anus. It was tight! I moved back and forth slowly, never pushing inside more than about an inch. To tell the truth, I actually started to like it. My prick in her tight arse felt pretty good, so I started to push even deeper, ignoring the whimpers that she made. Soon, I started to fuck her faster, and finally my thighs were slapping against her buttocks at each thrust, as I rammed inside as far as my prick could reach.
Okay, I realised later, I could have been a bit more gentle. I could have limited myself to entering just one inch but getting off all the same. But it was so fucking good that I kinda lost control, until finally I shot my load deep inside her.

As she stood up I tried to avoid looking her in the eyes, but I did see the stains on her face where tears had ruined her makeup. Without a word, she retrieved her towel and left for the changing room.

9. Back again
The next evening saw us back to in room 3. Lucy looked at me with an expression of pure hate. I tried to mumble an apology, but she ignored it. As we started our exercises, she just continued to stare at me with loathing in her eyes. Even though her naked body was good to look at, the atmosphere was totally fucked, and I completely failed to get hard for the whole session. From what I could see, Lucy too failed to get off, despite the dildo that was surely vibrating inside her.

Then the evening afterwards, everything changed! She smiled broadly as we met, and she was deliberatively provocative from the moment she mounted the bike, moaning exaggeratedly as she sat on the dildo. As we started pedalling, she started enticing me, saying things like “Oh, yes, that’s so good, but your big prick inside my pussy would be even better! The idea of you lying there and me riding you just makes me so wet!” And at the same time she was bucking on her dildo and tugging at her nipples so hard it must surely have hurt.

I was hard in an instant, of course, and soon the wanking machine kicked in. It was incredibly exciting watching her writhing on her bike, while my own bike was wanking me in a way that drove me to distraction. In fact, I was so distracted that I failed to notice two important facts. First, Lucy was making a fine orgasmic scene but at the same time she was pedalling hard and consistently. Second, I was falling behind on my target, but I wasn’t reading the numbers on my screen at all. And so it was, that as the 30 minute time limit arrived, our respective machines brought us both to a really big orgasm, which my own bike promptly ruined, while Lucy was screaming out loud like a slut in a porno movie.

10. Payback time
I once saw a French film, where there was a guy condemned to death for some terrible crime, and he was just sitting in his cell minding his own business, when all of a sudden, with no warning, two guards entered the cell, dragged him to the guillotine, and executed him before he had chance to realise what was happening.

So it was with me. The ruined orgasm left me depressed and confused, and so I didn’t react when the pretty receptionist arrived, helped me dismount from the bike, put on my towel, and cross the corridor to room 9. Lucy on the other hand was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and she crossed the corridor naked and proud, her head held high.

The pretty receptionist led me the table and bade me bend over it. Meanwhile Lucy was choosing from a selection of strap-ons – she chose the biggest one. I noticed that it wasn’t smooth, but ribbed, but I was still in a daze, and I didn’t realise what that implied.
“Would you like lubricant?” asked the pretty receptionist. “Thanks,” replied Lucy, “but it’ll be more stimulating without.”

“Please be gentle” I said.

[fearghas]

Good story. Hopefully part two coming soon?

[kree]

I've read alot of stories on Literotia and elsewhere. I thought just about every story had been done but damn this one is amazing and creative, thank you!

[daddyouwant]

Nice story!

[aimauanca]

Thanks for the kind words!