I just cooked this up today, been awhile since I wrote anything, so forgive any obvious mistakes And thanks to some nlders that told me not to give up on writing, thanks plenty now come and read n don't be stingy with your comments, shares and likes.


Sam just registered at the gym. He was super excited about working out, and the prospect of how physically fit he will become eventually inspired him the more. After scouting numerous gymnasium in different hotels, he settled for one that was at close proximity.

It was a typical gym with dumb bells, treadmill and basically everything else you will find in a decent gymnasium. The A.C was always on thereby drying up the sweat as soon as it sneaked out of its pores. And although he had expected the gym instructor to be a well built guy, at least that would motivate him, but in replacement was a lady, a hot lady!

She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she had the curves and figure and her clothing accentuated this.

In a way it was another form of motivation, with her being the instructor he won't fail to appear at the gym daily, plus he did have to work out excessively to impress her; it was a win win situation.

And so his new experience started...lifting heavy irons, running on treadmill, lying on the mat and following instructions from the hot gym instructor. At a point it would get embarrassing if he fail to complete each workout, especially the abs workout.

He had told her that his goal was to first have a really flat stomach and work on having a wide chest. So she always pressured him on the abs workout, motivating him:

"...15, 16...come on four more to go! 17, eight...teen. Oh come on you could have gotten to 20!" she said disappointedly as he gives up, breathing heavily with a palm on his stomach.

"There's no way I could have completed that set. I'm exhausted!" he sips from his bottled water.

"There's no way you're getting your flat stomach result with the way you are going." she's being very serious.

"You should give me some credit at least.I've kind of improved." he let his hand rub against his stomach as though that would make it flat.

"Raise your shirt let me see our progress." She instructed.

For a moment he widdled with his arm, not too comfortable with the instruction.

Not that he was not comfortable with her seeing that he doesn't have packs yet, but he couldn't remember the last time a lady saw his bare chest.

"I'm waiting." her voice impatient.

She was the instructor anyway so he obeyed, lifting his shirt a bit exposing his lower stomach.

There was a chortle from her almost as if she was trying to suppress the laughter but just couldn't!

Embarrassed he let the shirt fall, covering a part of him that just lost it's dignity.

"That's one round pack for sure!" she said feeling amused.

Days ran into weeks, days and weeks of dedication. His favourite part was the treadmill; connecting his phone to the treadmill to allow his songs play from the treadmill's speaker. There were times though that he paced quickly to change the lame song currently playing. His crazy friend had sent him most of the lame songs which she says touches a special spot in her heart, but anytime he listened to them the songs touched a sensitive part in his stomach that made him feel like puking!

Towards the last days or the month in which his gym plan was to expire, he felt a lot more confident than he used to be. A lot of calories had been burned and muscles built moderately.

Today being sunday was like all other days except that the gym Instructor doesn't resume duty on Sundays morning. So he was all alone in the gym, working out, his Tecno Camon 9 connected to the treadmill and the songs in his phone filling the air.

After not less than two hours he entered the gym bathroom to shower as always. It wasn't up to ten minutes when he heard complete silence. The songs had stopped playing. There were two possible reasons; either a call was about to come through or someone had disconnected his phone from the treadmill.

Immediately without thinking about his unclothedness he swung the bathroom door opened with soap all over his body, stark naked.

Racing suspiciously to the exit door was the gym Instructor, with his phone, trying to hide it in her bra.

"WHAT! STOP! GIVE IT BACK!" he yelled.

But she didn't stop, her hand pulling the door handle, but before she could pull it open he caught up with her in seconds, tugging at her shirt from behind.

"Give it back or I will raise an alarm!" he said to her grabbing her shirt firmly. "Just give it back and spare yourself the humiliation."

But she didn't want to give up easily. She was embarrassed. She didn't think he will come out of the bathroom that quick!

"Help! help! Rape! Help!!!" She screamed and within minutes the receptionist, the bar man and other staffs appeared.

Sam was disoriented for seconds, she had turn the tide around!

It was at that moment he realised he was stark naked and his phone was already on the floor.

"She is lying! She stoled my phone!"

But who were they to believe? A co worker who has never been accused of stealing or a stark naked guy holding a girl forcefully.

And worse his rod had voluntarily started nodding without his consent.

"You liar!" they yelled, turning him into a punching bag.

He was outnumbered and they didn't bother to let him explain.

As long as she said RAPE then it is rape. Moreover he is naked and excited and her shirt seem torn from behind probably from when she was trying to escape.

She began to cry, gaining more sympathy. "I've always caught him staring at my behind. Even sometimes I see the bulge in his trouser. But I never knew he was an animal that could rape!" The lies came easily!

"Call the police!" the hotel manager instructed a staff.

Minutes later the police car drove into the hotel. Sam imagined the police would like to hear his part of the story too but he thought wrong!

"Na rape dey hungry you shey?" one of the policemen asked him as they butt-kicked him to walk faster.

"You go chop the rape for prison. I say move!" Another said raising his hand fiercely to slap him.

They bundled him into the hilux while the other policemen were having a talk with the hotel manager.

"No problem. Just go to the bar man and tell him I said he should give you drink for the boys." the manager said to one of the officer.

Meanwhile at the empty bar room the gym instructor is having a word with her best friend.

"Seriously I am lucky. After he caught me trying to steal the phone I was embarrassed and confused." she told her friend.

"All of sudden I don't know what came over me I just shouted rape! You should have seen the expression on his face, priceless!" she laughed.

A loud cough was heard and momentarily a policeman showed his face with a phone directed at the ladies.

The gym instructor and her friend had both palms over their mouth in shock.

"Well done!" he clapped. "I have everything you said recorded here, not just in audio but in video too!"

Sam must be a lucky bastard!

They both fell to their knees...begging:

"Please sir!"

"Keep the apology to yourselves!" his eyes fell on them. "You both won't go scot free."

"Sir forgive us! It's the devil."

"No you're the devil! If you want to save your neck then both of you should meet me at my residence..."he dictated his address to them. "...if not you know what I can do with this evidence!"

Okay, Sam isn't a lucky bastard after all.

They thanked him like he just gave them another life.

Meanwhile minutes ago.

The hotel manager remembered that the bar man wouldn't be in the bar, so he quickly hurried after the policeman in order to give him the drink himself.

"Mister officer!" the general manager waved at the police with his phone to indicate he caught everything that ensued between the trio on camera.

I take it back, Sam is indeed a lucky bastard!

The ladies rouse up, not sure whether to be happy at the turn of events or not. The officer was lost for words for seconds.

"I...I" he stuttered.

The general manager got in and closed the door behind him.

"Now listen." he said to the officer. "You have dirt on the ladies and I have dirt on you. I don't care what you do with the ladies but you should know I own you now same way you own the ladies. So if I get in any sort of trouble whether I'm guilty or not and I call you I expect you to bail me out. Do we have an understanding?"

The policeman nodded sheepishly. The ladies couldn't believe their ears, and...

Sam indeed is not a lucky bastard!

The policeman got back to the car without the promised drink. He vented his anger and frustration on Sam.

"You this rapist! Wait till we get to the station, we will deal with you!!!"

Who then are the rapist? Every other person that have lied to implicate another has raped the person's human right.

Every police force that have abused their power have raped the people they are meant to protect.

Every government official that have abused their office, stolen and siphoned money for their pot belly and for the potbelly of their children and future grand children have not only raped the country but also raped unborn ones.

So are you a RAPIST?

Nice one dear! Just continue already.

I follow your point of view. Rape doesnt always have to do with forced sexual intercourse but general cheating and bias and man's inhumanity towards man

This is one epic, eye opening writeup.
Mattkent never fails to deliver. Wonderfully too.
It's good to have you back, bro

Awesome!

Nice write up bro.. keep up the tempo.. More sperm to your dick and more orgasm to your gf's pûssy

heemah:
Nice one dear! Just continue already.

Thanks dear. That's d end

captaing59:
I follow your point of view. Rape doesnt always have to do with forced sexual intercourse but general cheating and bias and man's inhumanity towards man

Exactly you get my point.

fiyah:
This is one epic, eye opening writeup.

Mattkent never fails to deliver. Wonderfully too.

It's good to have you back, bro

Thanks sis really appreciate!

[quote author=Jayjezey post=50452592]Nice write up bro.. keep up the tempo.. More sperm to your dick and more orgasm to your gf's pûssy[/quote

Lol! Seriously?!

Mattkent I am not happy. You did not give me behind her veil and the number you gave me has not been reachable

This is a must-read
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Nice one...well done

monlawal:
Mattkent I am not happy. You did not give me behind her veil and the number you gave me has not been reachable

Sorry abt that. Recheck the eBook thread for behind her veil, my digit is there.

Hmmm... This is tough. Strange But True. May God Help us all to live a righteous life.

Nice story OP. Well done.

I love this! Good write-up,keep it up.

Lolzz...

Nice one op, keep it coming..

Mattkent:


Sorry abt that. Recheck the eBook thread for behind her veil, my digit is there.

hello how are you? please how do I get the complete book and how much. thanks