That’s how they were called out one by one and had their weaknesses pointed out in front of everyone.
Rather than weaknesses, they were closer to nitpicking. That’s because during the first interview, they’d stripped naked and even measured their genitals to select the second-round candidates, and during the health checkup after the final interview, they’d conducted thorough physical examinations to select the final candidates, so the Crew gathered here had virtually no physical weaknesses.
Nevertheless, they were unconditionally criticized. Either their standards were excessively high, or it was really a ploy to nitpick—one of the two. Whatever it was, the fact that they had to exercise remained unchanged.
“Sailor 1 and Wild Dog 3 will wait for a moment.”
He looked at the man standing beside him whose name was called along with Jiwon. Wild Dog 3, a man wearing a gag who was about a hand’s breadth taller than him, also apparently needed to build up his butt.
Unlike the awkward Jiwon, the gagged one seemed to smile brightly.
“You have a petite butt. Mine’s rather flat.”
Wild Dog 3 said like an idiot.
Flat, my ass. It was an appropriate shape for a man’s butt. And yet they criticized it as flat.
Picky bastards.
He grumbled inwardly.
With personnel who needed to build up special areas like Jiwon and Wild Dog 3 put on standby, the five trainers grouped the Crew into threes and fours, showed them how to use the exercise equipment, and explained the routines. Since there were many among the Crew who were well-versed in fitness, the trainers’ orientation ended quickly.
Before the full-fledged workout, drinks were provided. He accepted it since he happened to be thirsty, but it wasn’t water. They said it was a booster to drink before exercising. They said it contained essential amino acids and arginine, but he hesitated because he couldn’t confirm the contents to know what it was really made of. But everyone was watching, and the atmosphere was such that everyone was drinking it without a care, so Jiwon joined in.
Only after drinking the booster did they receive two bottles of water each.
Each person’s workout began.
The blue-masked one approached. It seemed he was going to take charge of Jiwon and Wild Dog 3’s butts. The trainer kindly took the two and explained the exercises they had to do for one week.
Squats and lunges were a given, and he listed all kinds of exercises including kettlebells, stiff deadlifts, hip abductions, hyper back extensions, and reverse hyper extensions.
Of course, they couldn’t just do that and had to do other exercises in parallel. It would be troublesome if other parts became deficient while trying to build up the butt.
They were especially sensitive about the chest, the size of the pectorals. Since there wasn’t a single word about the chest, he thought he only needed to build up his butt, but the chest was basic, they said. Not to mention the thighs.
Just hearing it made him feel sick.
He started with squats together with the enthusiastic blue-masked one and Wild Dog 3.
Have you ever done squats wearing a T-panty? Lunges?
It was truly embarrassing.
The T-panty wasn’t so much underwear as a genital cover. Every time he sat down and stood up, the feeling of the string crossing his butt crack becoming taut and then loosening again was very strange. It was so stimulating that he wondered if he’d become a pervert.
Sure enough, Wild Dog 3’s genitals could be seen gradually swelling.
Fuck. Let’s not do that.
Jiwon pretended not to see and focused more on exercising.
Fortunately, unlike the precarious feeling the T-panty gave, even with intense movements, there was no mishap of genitals or balls popping out. Its elasticity and resilience were amazing, supporting so snugly.
The trainer didn’t care at all whether the student he was teaching got an erection or not. He was solely focused on whether they properly performed the movements he demanded.
Jiwon performed all the movements properly, but Wild Dog 3, who was almost on the verge of getting fully erect, moved slower and slower. Finally, his face turned beet red and he eventually squatted down.
He looked up at the trainer with eyes seeking help.
“…I think I’m going to cum.”
Wild Dog 3’s body trembled.
This is driving me crazy.
Jiwon let out a deep sigh.
“If you ejaculate, it’s a penalty of 5 points.”
The trainer warned in a stiff tone.
Jiwon, who had to stop exercising unavoidably because of Wild Dog 3, looked around the fitness room to see what the other guys were doing.
He was dumbfounded. Erection wasn’t the problem.
Fresh young men in their twenties gathered in the fitness room were handling fitness equipment in a state practically naked, wearing only T-panties, showing off their muscular bodies. They moaned loudly while lifting and lowering iron heavier than their body weight. There were more than a few whose bodies glistened with sweat.
Could there be a better sight than this for sodomites to feast their eyes on?
Just watching would be ecstatic.
He smiled bitterly, thinking that in two weeks, seating for guests might be set up around this area.
Eventually, the gagged one who had been exercising with Jiwon trembled as if electrocuted, then wrapped his genitals with a towel.
The trainer immediately approached him, checked whether he’d ejaculated, then reported it to the gagged one’s team leader.
“Wild Dog 3. Ejaculation. Penalty 5 points!”
He shouted loudly as if for everyone to hear.
The noisy fitness room became quiet in an instant, then laughter burst out simultaneously. They were divided into those who openly ridiculed and mocked, those who worried their own ejaculation wasn’t much different, and those who just did their own exercises regardless.
In Jiwon’s case, he just did his own thing.
It’s not a penis that would get hard just from the stimulation of a T-panty.
Wild Dog 3, who received a penalty, was kicked out of the fitness room. Because of that, Jiwon, who ended up receiving 1:1 training, exercised like crazy alone. Sweat dripped from his chin.
However, Wild Dog 3’s ejaculation was only the beginning. As time passed, the sound of “ejaculation, penalty 5 points” could be heard here and there, and those kicked out of the fitness room began to increase.
If that were all, I wouldn’t say anything. Those who didn’t ejaculate but reached orgasm, the so-called dry orgasm, panted and openly remained in the gym moaning.
In a place that had become no different from a porn filming site rather than a gym, Jiwon exercised desperately. He didn’t dare think about looking around at how the other guys were doing.
By the time he’d exercised until he had no strength left to even lift chopsticks, a break time was finally given.
I’m going to die on an empty stomach.
Jiwon felt like he was going to faint. First, he opened a water bottle and quenched his thirst.
“Booster.”
The trainer handed him a pill.
Jiwon shook his head.
Eat it when I don’t even know what kind of pill it is?
“I’m taking painkillers, so pills are a bit…”
He made excuses.
“It’s okay to take them together. It’s a safe pill, so take it.”
He held it out again.
“It’s mandatory.”
Can I refuse when he says it like that?
Fuck. Swallowing the curse, he received the pill and swallowed it with the remaining water.
After a short break, exercise resumed. He grabbed the bar to do chest exercises, but when his right arm couldn’t bear the weight, it was switched to dumbbells.
The trainer watched from the side and only made him exercise to the extent that it didn’t strain Jiwon’s shoulder and arm. The trainer, who had a physical therapist certification, advised, “If you don’t exercise because it hurts, it’ll get worse.”
But what can I do about the pain?
Jiwon moaned involuntarily. He broke out in cold sweat and gritted his teeth.
Before he knew it, the breathing and moans exhaled by those remaining filled the fitness room. It was hot with the heat emanating from young bodies.
Those who endured the crisis of ejaculation filled their sexual desire in other ways. Sweat-soaked bodies deliberately bumped into each other, panting and moaning. They also wiped each other’s wet bodies with towels while scanning with disgusting eyes. They smacked their lips.
Everyone’s thoroughly in heat.
If the manager hadn’t forbidden sex and masturbation among Crew members, this place would probably have become Sodom and Gomorrah.
Vigorous sexual desire rather became a booster for them. Even if they’d been made to exercise not for 2 hours but 3 hours, 4 hours, no, all day, it was an atmosphere where they could have done it.
Fortunately, the exercise ended on time. Jiwon, who had done nearly 2 hours of fasting exercise including cardio, barely held back the desire to lie down on the floor and caught his breath while holding onto the Smith machine. The rest didn’t seem tired at all, giggling among themselves and showing off their muscles “pumped” from exercise.
That must be nice.
Jiwon frowned and drank water.
The team leaders, as if they couldn’t bear to see their team members resting, urged them to shower.
Panties should be taken off and placed in the basket provided in front of the shower room.
Towels should be picked up after coming to the lounge area after showering.
Those were the rules within the fitness room.
The moment he heard about the towel, a curse burst out involuntarily.
I can’t hide my pathetic genitals anymore.
Jiwon had to steel his resolve.
The time had undoubtedly come when he had to show everyone his broken thing. No matter how firmly he steeled his mind, his head throbbed at the thought of being marked as weak.
Because he’d concentrated on lower body exercises, his legs wobbled and it was even hard to stand properly. He was practically leaning against the locker, and when it was his turn, before entering the shower room, he took off his sweat-soaked panties and threw them into the basket. Up to that point, no one had seen Jiwon’s genitals.
He entered the shower room and turned on the cold water. His body, which had been hot as if melting, cooled down pleasantly. The provided soap and shampoo had a nice scent. It was definitely rewarding since it was a shower after sweating, and it was refreshing with the good fragrance too.
Finally, the long-awaited genital exposure time arrived.
Jiwon walked out of the shower room with his moisture-filled body and headed to the lounge area. The floor made of soft material absorbed the water as it dripped.
His amazement was brief; he could feel in real-time the reactions of those who saw Jiwon’s genitals.
He heard gazes close to shock and whispers that it was disgusting.
Park Geonwu and Son Geonwoo, who had finished showering before Jiwon and were drying their bodies in the lounge area, also raised their eyebrows almost simultaneously. They looked at Jiwon’s center without reserve.
The gazes of other guys also reached him several times, and they blatantly said, “What’s that?” The word disgusting was heard most often.
“Does it even get hard?”
“Would it?”
“Why did they pick something like that when it’s so substandard?”
“Fuck. That’s creepy.”
“Who knows? Maybe he has a very special talent.”
“No way! Does he have two holes?”
They ridiculed and evaluated.
Jiwon felt heat on his face and quickly grabbed a towel. He covered his center, tied it around his waist, then wiped off the moisture. He was so nervous his hands trembled.
“Fucking bastards, done staring? You guys with dicks the size of mouse dicks have a lot to say.”
Park Geonwu got angry on his behalf. He was grateful.
“That doesn’t get hard, right? Then you’ll only be a bottom?”
Unlike Park Geonwu who sided with Jiwon, Son Geonwoo asked quickly in an excited voice. It was a tone hoping for that.
This bastard, really.
He glared at Son Geonwoo and was about to retort that no, even though it looked like this, there was no problem getting hard and cumming, but stopped.
For now, he just wanted to get away from here, this place. Leaving the clinging gazes behind, he stood in front of his locker.
“They said to wear it with no panties.”
Park Geonwu, who had followed at some point, said “It’s fucking stimulating” and opened his locker.
It was panties that made no difference whether he wore them or not anyway, so it didn’t matter. He hurriedly put on his clothes and was tightening the scarf ring when,
“I’m starving to death.”
A voice was heard right behind his head.
