Spartan Wing - part 1

[a_lost_prophet]

Part of a challenge set by DarkPhoenix, thanks to Greggrth for the kick up the arse =op

09:30

“Why am I here?” Duncan’s mum just ignored him; he stood beside her at the reception while his dad was checking in. Arms crossed, his dagger stared panned across the open atrium of the spa. A long weekend wasted away in this place. He should have chained himself in his room or just packed a bag to stay somewhere else, before they could drag him away.
“Your dad bought me this for a present and you’re not going to ruin it”
“Your present, why did he buy three? And why do I have to come along to this dump?!” he shot back, again she just ignored him, frustrated at how badly the family weekend away had started off.
“You’re being a brat, don’t ruin this for me” His jaw dropped, ‘ruin this for me?’ he bit his tongue at the hypocrisy. The open chamber was a sickly flood of beige and dim lighting. The best summer’s day outside in months, and all blocked away from sight by towering walls of tack.
“I’m sorry sir but we’re fully booked, we can’t make any room changes” the receptionist said, Duncan’s dad had been arguing with her for the past fifteen minutes but like a parrot she only had one thing to say. “Our booking system takes customer demographics in account to assure the idea services are provided.”
“What’s wrong?” his mum asked marching over at the sound of their raised voices.
“Our rooms” he said to his wife “are on this side of the site but Duncans is all the way on the other!” overhearing Duncan felt himself loosen, far away from them could be the only plus side. “They won’t swap his room around with anyone near us.” It came somewhat comical and from a distance Duncan watched as both parents tore into an unflinching receptionist.
“Leave it Tony, this isn’t good for your blood pressure” they resigned to defeat, handing Duncan his key card he swung his bag over his shoulders and hastily fled in the opposite direction.

09:47

The place began taking on a different look, from the pretty and pink highlights of the plain reception the corridor on the way to his room was taking on an earthly red and dessert look. The inside of the corridor was stippled with a clay-like maroon buildings while beyond the windows were made from massive sand orange bricks the. Reading the numbered doors to his left, he wondered pasted S23 and S25, and S24 to his right. The key card read S32, thankfully ‘any meat head could find their way around’ he thought.
Swiping the card at S32 he walked into the sparse cabin like room, same maroon colour on the side he noted as he walked around. A double bed, not enough room to swing a cat, no wardrobe, but the bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom itself, most of the space taken up by an open mosaic tiled shower, no curtain or panel, just a plate sized shower head built in the ceiling.
Tossing his bag against one of the walls, Duncan laid back on the bed, reaching for the remote; he fumbled with the buttons for a channel flicking session to last the next three days. Before he could even turn it on, his peace was broken with heavy thuds on the door. First he thought someone was about to hammer through, until the thuds came again in a knocking rhythm.
“Who is it?!” Duncan yelled from across the room.
“Spa Coordinator” a deep voice boomed back. Opening the door Duncan invite the boy in, although calling him a boy was a stretch. The broad shoulders of his six foot teenager almost brushed against the side of the door frames. The white tee on the hulking figure, stretched out over thick rippling muscles, massive pecs pushing forward as the sleeves strained over the defined and vascular arms. Ashamed Duncan stood straight, flexing pecs forth as his crossed his arms, pushing his biceps close against his body to lay them flat and wider.
“Yo,” he replied lowering his voice.
“My name is Ben Thorpe,” he said extending his hand “I’m here to provide you with your induction,” shaking his hand Duncan squeezed as hard as he could to match Ben’s grip but the boy hadn’t clenched hard enough to crush the new guest. Opening the brochure he had in the other hand, Ben unfolding the large glossy paper, as he stretched it out, the tee began to groan and ride up his waist revealing a ripped core with clear veins reaching up either side of the lower abs, “You’ve checked into one of two wings, based on your application. This is the Spartan wing.”
“The other is the Athens wing which caters to… well,” he paused, as his eyes gazing upon Duncan’s sleek pecs, “not to guys like us.” Folding the brochure back in on itself he began to focus on it page by page. “We have a 250+ weight stations for the gym,” flipping to the next slide, “two pools, one indoor one outdoor, double the standard Olympic length, we had to extend the length again, our guests prefer something more of an endurance challenge,”
“Cool, I’m a swimmer too,”
“Nice, you’ll like our lengths then, definitely a struggle for experienced guys,” He turned to the last pages, after viewing various other additions, like the climbing wall, circuit studios and gymnastics equipment, “and after a hard day we offer saunas, sports massages to help recovery and our bars and restaurants have a specialist menu for athletes.”
“Sounds more like a training resort than anything” Duncan replied finally feeling excited about his stay.
“It’s what we aim for here.” Ben replied smiling as his moved his long black hair off his face, “where would you like me to take you?”


[5'9'', 162lbs, 17%, 6.5'']

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[Greggrth]

Great work, can't wait for more ;-) Maybe make the text a bit bigger next time? And space out the lines more?

[DarkPhoenix]

Great story!!!! Really enjoyed it and hope to read more! And hope to see some BIG things!!!!

[sexiscriptor]

how haven't i commented on this hot story from my hot friend?? madness!! :P deffo looking forward to more!

[funboy]

This is awesome. Will try to wait patiently for the next chapter!