''Asami…?''

Asami walked over and undid the bounds securing Akihito's wrists; he placed one hand under Akihito's knees and helped him to stand properly.

''I really hate you,'' Akihito said as he glared at the older man, trying to stand on shaky legs.

Asami went over to a bench in the corner of the room and sat down before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. He took a drag then looked at Akihito, returning his gaze. ''I'm doing what the Doctor ordered,'' he said casually.

''The Doctor said you're to work out, not fuck me half to death on this thing! If you're so desperate then fuck the machine instead and stay away from me you perverted asshole!''

Akihito was pissed that Asami saw it fit to use his ass and then tell him bullshit about Doctor's orders. The nerve.

Asami sat smoking his cigar, not paying Akihito's rant any attention. He wondered if Akihito knew that his cock began to stir every time he opened that big mouth of his.

The boy drew his shorts up, body shaking slightly. Then he angrily limped towards the exit.

''Come here Akihito,'' Asami said in a cool collected tone.

Akihito stopped in his tracks, turning swiftly to look at Asami, his eyes narrowing in the best glare he could muster under the onslaught of discomfort racing through his lower back. ''What's wrong with you? Are you human? You're the only creature on this planet able to put the energizer bunny to shame.''

Asami could feel his shorts tightening once more and he didn't make Akihito the wiser.

Akihito could make out a tent like outline in Asami's shorts, the man's erection daring him to come closer. His eyes widened in shock and he turned quickly, trying to bolt out the door. Asami was way faster and managed to grab his arm before he could reach the door, he spun him around in his embrace to get small fists beating against his chest.

''Asami…mmph,'' Akihito tried as Asami silenced him with his mouth, coaxing his lips apart with his tongue. Akihito moaned into the kiss but broke it a few seconds later.

''Asami, I'll do what you want if you spend half an hour on the treadmill,'' Akihito tried to bargain. He honestly needed a break, and if Asami got his way he would break….literally.

''I get a great cardio workout when you're beneath me begging me to….''

''Alright stop!'' Akihito countered, his face flushed, body temperature rising once again despite obvious warning signs from his middle section. He held his head down, trying to think of what to say to get the older man to use the machines and not him.

''How about this?'' Asami started as Akihito raised his head to look at him, ''For every half hour I use these contraptions you'll let me do anything I want to you.''

Akihito thought it over. He decided he would agree seeing as it would get Asami to use the machines. Besides, an half hour of peace is more than he was used to so far in the gym.

''Ok,'' he said and Asami pulled him into a fierce kiss. ''Mmph…wait!'' he said breaking the kiss once more, ''I thought you would start now?''

''I need a down payment,'' Asami said as he pulled him into another kiss, silencing any protests the boy might have,

'Bastard.'

Asami groped Akihito's backside through the shorts as he sucked on the boy's tongue, pulling it into his mouth. He broke the kiss when he realized they needed air and proceeded to pinch and squeeze Akihito's nipples. Akihito began to moan and he held on to Asami's hands for support.

Asami stopped what he was doing and grabbed Akihito's arm pulling him toward the treadmill. He noticed Akihito looking at him a little confused as they stop in front it and he said to him, ''Since you want me to use this, I want an incentive, something to make me want to use it more.''

The boy stared at him, miffed.

Akihito was shocked, he barely knew how to respond, ''You want to fuck me on the treadmill?'' he asked in a bewildered voice.

''Yes,'' Asami simply stated and he decided to push Akihito's shorts down once more, watching Akihito hesitantly stepping out of them.

''Umm…..Asami? A treadmill is made for running, and I don't think I wanna know how you'll screw me on this thing.''

Asami chuckled as he placed his hands under Akihito's arms and lifted him off the ground.

The treadmill was a basic standard one used in regular gyms and was suited for home use also, It had bars on each side and a control panel at the front.

Asami lifted him over the bars, then lowered him unto it so he could lean his back on the control panel with his legs spread apart while balancing on the bars.

''Goddamnit Asami, can't we have sex like regular people? You know, on the bed, floor, bathroom maybe? I swear you're the most perverted person I know.''

''Variety is the spice of life my cute Akihito and I get easily bored,'' he replied as he got on his knees and held the boy's erection in his hand.

Akihito leaned back on the control panel, throwing his head back at the sensation of having Asami stroke him. Asami knew the bars wouldn't be the most comfortable thing so he placed his other hand on Akihito's backside before lowering his mouth to the boy's crotch.

''Oh god Asami…..'' Akihito began mewling and moaning. It was bad enough Asami was able to arouse him by doing more 'damage' to his already sore cock but his traitorous body just had to give in. Figures.

Asami kept his head in one position as he used his hands to push Akihito upward causing his erection to go straight to the back of his throat, working him in his hand like he would a pair of dumb bells. He kept pumping the boy up and down to have his erection sliding in and out of his mouth, feeling Akihito grab his hair and fist tightly.

''Oh god that mouth of yours….,'' Akihito moaned in his heightened state of ecstasy.

Asami knew having Akihito in the weirdest sexual positions was his biggest turn on and Akihito loved it, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

Akihito arched his back slightly as he grabbed Asami's hair with both hands. He began moving the older man's head back and forth on his erection to get even more friction. ''Oh god, oh god, oh god, I'm….'' He had his eyes closed and when he opened them, Asami was staring at him with the man's head bobbing up and down, his lust filled stare penetrating his soul. He couldn't hold back at the sight and his legs stiffened, his grip bruising and he came with a loud scream as he made one powerful thrust of his hips forward, emptying his seed in Asami's mouth. He went limp, putting his weight on Asami's hands.

Breathlessly he said, ''I can't take you Asami, you're too much, I wanna go.''

Asami stood up then lowered him to stand on the machine. ''Go? I haven't cum yet.''

He groaned inwardly as Asami turned him around, turning his head to give him a powerful kiss. He could taste himself on Asami's lips and it turned him right back on like a light switch, his limp cock becoming semi erect. He leaned on the machine as Asami began kissing his neck, then his shoulders, then he made his way down his back, leaving wet trails of his journey.

Akihito started breathing hard again; Asami had kissed his way down to his backside and was nibbling on his right ass cheek while kneading the left one. He drew his tongue across it and came to stop at the boy's ring of muscle, swirling around it with his tongue. Akihito began moaning once more at Asami's ministrations and he felt weak, he had to use the machine as support as the sensation he was feeling threatened to buckle his knees and topple him over. His mind was in a haze, he couldn't think and he so wanted to be fucked.

Asami got up on his feet and he placed his erection at the entrance to Akihito's ass. He entered the boy in one swift motion, feeling the pulsing heat while Akihito screamed out his name. Especially when he started to grind his hip faster. He couldn't hold back anymore, he was way past his limit and he would make sure Akihito wouldn't be able to sit for a week. He heard the boy whimper as he kept pumping into him, holding on to his waist and pulling him back to meet his thrusts. He grabbed Akihito's erection and began stroking none too gently as his whimpers and moan increased. He could feel the boy's cock hardening in his hand and he pumped faster, at a maddening pace as Akihito's ass muscle clenched him tightly. He heard a choked cry as he emptied him self into Akihito, both of them cumming almost simultaneously.

"Please…no more," Akihito begged, his breath coming out in short pants. He couldn't tell up from down anymore, all he could feel was the cock pumping in and out of him as he began to lose focus and he was losing it fast. The closer he came to orgasm the hazier his mind got. The hand pulling and stroking his erection didn't help matters either, he felt his release building and as he came, his mind went blank.

Asami knew the boy was in no condition for another bout, so he cleaned them both up with towels and let the boy be. He placed him on a sofa which he draped a towel over and watched him sleep. He took a long look at the other equipments adorning the room and smirked.

Akihito's cries and whimpers could be heard through the gym doors. After the first two hours the two burly guards guarding the entrance looked at each other, ''I'm never using the club's gym again,'' one replied to the other.

''Same here,'' the other replied as they stood listening, trying their best to will their erections away.

None of them were gay, but Akihito's moans could not be denied and they wondered how long their boss was going to be, they wanted to leave.