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Part 8 I finished my last day of my arm and back workout. I must admit that I filled out quite nicely over the past few weeks and even before that my legs added some decent size and mass as well. My pecs were still leading the way but it was time for a routine change. My new routine had 5 days of heavy chest 1 day of total body no chest then 1 full day of rest. The plan looked brutal but I was ready for it. But I had to go measure first in the stat room. Before I entered, I saw Jason’s stats on the board. I saw him walking towards the kitchen at an angle as he was finally wider than the hallway. He wasn’t as tall to me as he used to be which is due to me getting taller myself. He still had to duck to go between rooms which was always exciting to see from that back end as he had to stick his massive ass out or from the front where you could see his pecs and arms flex as they maneuvered in the room. I did remember that I forgot to do something before I went to the stat room as well so I went back to my room to try on those clothes that were too big for me but too tight for Jason at the time but are now too small for him. I was able to get the shorts up with some effort and they were hugging my legs and ass very tightly. I turned to look at myself in the mirror with just the shorts on and they cuffed and raised my ass just like Jason’s back then. I even flexed them and they were essentially eaten by my ass cheeks. My penis was showing out of the bottom of the leg as well. Now the tank top was a problem. After a few attempts of trying to get it on myself, I stopped and smiled to myself in the mirror. I must now be the same size as Jason was back then and need his assistance getting the top on. I put on my normal shorts to go get measured and headed out the room. I didn’t want to surprise Jason yet with those clothes but I was on cloud 9 knowing I was that size. I even noticed that I didn’t have as much space in the hallway. I was almost as wide as the hall too. When I walked into the kitchen Jason was walking out of the stat room with his new stats getting ready to be displayed. He stood at 6’10” tall, weighed in at 427.5lbs bodyfat was at 14% waist was at 38”. His pecs were a solid 122”, his flexed biceps peaked at 37”, his calves grew a little being at 29.5” but were hella defined and his quads were a commanding 188”. His cock soft was now 7” and erect was a good 12”. My mouth was agape at the stats displayed on the wall. All Jason said was YESSIR!! Hit a double bicep pose with his cock rising upwards and leaking precum. He bounced his pecs a little bit and then finally said to me that I was looking pretty big myself. I snapped out of my trance to say oh yeah. Flexing 1 arm. Not as big as you though man. Jason laughed and said true but you’re on your way. That was when I got the alert myself that it was time for me to go outside so I asked Jason if he could help me get into something after my measurements. He said sure you're at that point now too huh. I just shrugged my own massive traps and said guess so. I stepped into the room like before and got my measures done and stepped out to Jason watching the board for my stats. I had grown to be 6’5” brushing the top of the doorway now. I weighed in at 319lbs with 10% bodyfat the lowest that I’ve ever had which is why I was looking more vascular than Jason ever had. My waist was 36, my biceps peaked at 28”. As my stats kept showing on the board my penis kept growing down my leg in agony. My pecs had grown to an amazing 88.5”. My calves were 25” and my quads 75” around. The last measurements came in. My penis was 6.5” soft and erect was 16”. I no longer had a penis but a cock and it was leaking at the sight of those numbers. Jason was astonished by the marks and had to recall that around that same time for him when he last went out if we were to stand side by side with the way I am now to the way he was then I would have been noticeably larger than him. That made me smile and hit my own double bicep pose. I told Jason after I return from my outdoor adventure that I may follow his lead and be nude because the shorts are killing me and are honestly very restrictive now. We both had our meals at the table. This time my pecs were resting on the table completely and Jason’s were grazing it likely because of the height difference. We both went to my room afterwards to be dressed. While walking down the hallway he commented how it won’t be long before I too had to adjust my walking in this hall. I smiled hard at that. I made it into my room and decided to wear what Jason wore on his outing. I turned around to see Jason squeeze himself through my doorway to come into the room. He recognized the clothes he gave me back then and I told him that's what I’m going to wear. I was able to somewhat get the shorts up again but I wanted Jason’s help. Once I got to my muscled ass he assisted in pulling them up for me and we got them around my ass and quads. Shit, Jason exclaimed it looks like you are really stretching those bad boys out. Looking in the mirror I would have to agree. Unflexed it looks like you could probably sit a cup or 2 on my backside. Now for his tank top. Just like with him I had to put my arms straight up to get them over and then the real fun of pulling these down over my pecs. While Jason was working on that it was amazing to feel the weight of his huge pecs on my traps as he moved around, even when his pecs were resting on top of my own. It was a snug fit but unlike when Jason wore it and his pecs were bulging from the sides with a little nip slip, the tank on me was only enough to cover the top part of my flat stomach the rest of the space was taken up by my protruding pecs and lats. Well damn Jason said. You are bigger than I was wearing this and I also see veins in your legs and running across your bicep, that’s wassup big guy. That stamp of approval allowed me to flex in honor. Well I have to go to my workout but enjoy showing off it is deserved man. He flicked my erect nipple as he left and commented that he thinks those are definitely bigger than his and he squeezed out the room. I turned to look at myself in the mirror again before heading out and I damn sure looked good but realized I didn’t know where I was to go today. I turned back and saw on the dresser a vial and instructions that I’m to go to my old gym for a light workout, participate in whatever worship session that maybe afforded to me and to drink the vial before leaving. So I drank the vial, didn’t taste like anything and began to head to the gym. I was walking the few blocks it would take to get to the gym and was getting obvious stares. I loved the attention subconsciously. I even held up my arm to use my hand to shield my face from the sun which was completely unnecessary but I wanted to show off a little with a flex which had me look at my arm. It was a lot more vascular than before and the vein on my bicep was more profound with a few smaller veins trailing off from the larger one.

This so fucking awesome they kind of have a rivalry there but they are achieving their goals

Can't wait for more frat adventures!

Any updates?

Yep. Waiting for the next part. Great story

Hoping to find out what additional procedures h will be needed to get th car running (and how you’ll get it off the broken lift…. Definitely where I’d want to take My Car for a tune up great str or y!

Part 7 I made it to the gym to begin my heavy chest workout and all I could think about during the whole workout was Jason and how big he is and how big I wanted to become. I made sure to squeeze at the top of every chest movement. I wanted to make sure that I really gave my chest the attention it needs to become the chest that I want. The pump was insane and right when I figured I couldn’t take anymore the workout was over. I had my post workout meal, ice bath, shower and recovery. I had to be exhausted because I went to sleep soon after and woke up in time for my next meal before my afternoon workout. Jason still wasn’t back yet so the house was still quiet. I ate my meal and made my way back to the gym to do part 2 of my workout and had the same energy as I did this morning. Went through the 2nd phase of the routine and was just as exhausted. Did my post workout activities and made it back to the kitchen to eat. Jason was back and on the couch with a big smile but before he said anything about his adventure he stated that it must have been chest day because I have one hell of a pump going on and I must admit that was a good feeling to hear. I grabbed my meal from the fridge and walked over to Jason who was taking up 2/3s of the couch to have him explain how things went at the gym for him. He started talking about how the whole place went silent as he walked in. He strutted over to the same group of people that essentially ghosted me while they were working out. Normally that kind of story would keep my attention but I was looking at Jason’s muscles moving and flexing as he was telling the story while occasionally looking at my chest. He was right, that pump was insane in my chest. Never felt anything like it before. His story didn’t require any participation on my part but when he asked if I could take the constraining tank top off I said I could or you could just rip it off. Jason thought about it but said I thought you may have wanted to have it for yourself. My eyes grew wide, he continued to say as a thank you for helping me out earlier today to get the damn thing on. You can have the shorts too as well. Think of them as motivational souvenirs, as we were taking them off. I took them back to my room as additional motivation to grow into them and then out of them. I tried both of them on and of course they hung off me like a bed sheet. I looked like a kid in his dads tshirt but I couldn’t wait to fill it up. A few days had passed and Jason wasn’t lying when he said The Corporation knew what it was doing and to follow the plan. This heavy chest workout, meals, and rest/recovery was the real deal. Some of the side effects too were/are pretty nice if I had to be honest. I got up and took a good look at myself before going to be measured. It looks like I’ve grown taller since last time and of course bigger overall. My morning wood reached a bit higher than it used to as well and my nipples look a bit puffier than normal. I sorta have the build like Jason did except my entire body was proportional with the exception of my chest which I honestly think should be considered and called pecs now. I tried on the tank and shorts that Jason gave me several weeks ago just to see. The shorts were essentially being held up by my throbbing morning wood so I still had some growing to do in the legs department. The tank top was still hanging off of me but my pecs were able to at least hold it up somewhat. My back and shoulders are almost wide enough and broad enough to hold it up but not bad if I do say so myself. I felt confident enough to now walk around shirtless so I took off Jason’s stuff and just put on my workout shorts and went to the stat room. I walked past the kitchen and saw that Jason must have had an early workout because there were some remnants of the meal he had left. I went into the stat room and eagerly awaited the results. To my liking everything matched what I was seeing and how I felt. I did grow taller. I’m now 6’2” as well a bit heavier than I was when I started I’m now 241lbs with bodyfat at 14%. My waist trimmed a bit to 34”, my calves were now 18.5”, quads 54”, arms 14.5” unflexed and 19” flexed. My soft penis was 4” and erect was 8.5” don’t know if that was a side effect or not but I like it. Last and certainly not least my chest will now be officially known as pecs they have grown to be 66”. Not as big as Jason’s were when I first got here but damn they aren’t that far off. Seeing and reading those last few measurements caused precum to leak from my soon to be cock. If it gets any larger it will need to be called that in my opinion. I was stoked and ready to workout so I went to the kitchen and went to the fridge looking for my meal. The cold air stiffened my nipples which looked sexy erect. I heard Jason walking in and was he going to be surprised when I stood up at eye level with him. He spoke to me while I was leaning into the refrigerator thinking how funny it would be for him to see how much I had grown so I stood straight up, closed the fridge and was met with a wall of pec meat in my eye line. Looking at my stat line he saw that I grew a few inches and he remarked about it too but also saying that he did some growing as well as I could see. Even my once large and proud soon to be cock was smaller than his but not by much but because he was taller his rose higher than mine and was thicker. Jason said he gets measured tomorrow but is happy that I decided to start going shirtless makes it less awkward when he comes into the kitchen or any other room completely naked. I told Jason that I’m glad I can take away that feeling of awkwardness. He smiled and said, I bet that outfit from awhile back probably won’t fit me in any form now as he laughed and I agreed laughing back with him. We talked some more while eating, if he wasn’t as tall his pecs would have rested on the table. I leaned over just a little bit to see how it would feel which obviously at first very cold but I liked the feeling. We both got up to leave, me to go workout and Jason to go rest. Of course I followed behind him purposefully. He had to slightly duck his head to leave and walk down the hallway. I’m so glad this is the main hall for a few feet before splitting off seeing his triceps start to graze the walls in the hallway was amazing and caused an instant boner for me. It was like my penis, because it’s not a cock yet, was just magnetically attracted to him. I intentionally slowed down some because he was approaching his room, watching him trying to squeeze himself down to fit through the doorway was enough to send me over the edge but I held it together. He knew what he was doing as well but I was able to remember my goals and moved along to the gym and used that moment as additional motivation to achieve my goals.

So am I! I hope it is forthcoming

Love it. Only thing even better where if you mention cock sizes but if thats not you thing its great too.

Holy FUCK that was hot!

Hmm this will get interesting. Though I said he had to be teached some manners, I changed my mind. But he should have friends again. And I wonder how long Ben will need until he knows who is in front of him

Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 07 - Carlos 01 At the same , while downstairs, Carlos still angry and pissed off about what just happened, had enough. He pulled back and slammed his fist into a locker in the old private Roy's gym, denting the door so much that the lock broke, which only made him want to lay a few of punches into Ryan face." I need some more stuff" he said, gnashing his teeth, between increasingly heavy breathing and the anger that continued to rise. "Ya, I'll be way stronger than he can imagine." and the saliva ran down from his mouth out of his teeth in anger. Then Carlos looked at vials in the locker. He filled a syringe, pulled down his pants, and stuck it into his glutes. The substance burned, but Carlos knew the pain only made you stronger. Carlos was tired and frustrated of being subjugated and ridiculed by Ryan and his brother Ben, again. Yes, his brother had also ridiculed him years ago. So, while he was packing his things and waiting for the steroids he had just injected into himself to have the effect he wanted, he thought back to these days... [...] Carlos was a young boy of just 12 years old when he moved to this new city. This meant new neighbors, classmates and new relationships to build. Carlos's father, Cap. Ramon, was a military man, he worked for the navy, so they often moved from one post to another, but instead of living inside the base, Carlos's father wanted his son to live as normal a life as possible, so he, his two sisters and the mother lived in a lovely house with a garden not far from the base, while his mother was a bio-chemist in government service, but in any case the father wanted a house in the center of a rich and more balanced life possible for the youngest of his children, Carlos. Young Carlos liked to travel and see new places and he and his father had an excellent relationship, his father taught him with discipline how to get fit from a very young age, he loved being the strongest of his friends and feeling all that attention from his his friends called him the little bull, because already at 12 he was as big as a 16 year old boy! he had a muscular physique for his age and like his father he ate like a bear! The mother was always desperate when they both competed to see who could eat the most hamburgers or who could do the most push-ups, she knew there would be a lot of clothes to wash and huge bellies to feed! they were two true friends, more than father and son! Carlos loved his father and wanted to make him proud, he did well in every sport and got good grades at school, he always tried to make friends wherever they went. But this year was different. the cap. Ramon was no longer with them. Cancer had taken him away after a year of struggle and research to save him, unfortunately Carlos felt truly alone for the first time. He felt a great lack inside. He was in the garden, lifting boxes to bring things into the house, Thinking back to what had been lost by lifting the two boxes full of kitchen stuff, with ease as I will weigh much much less than they were. When he was called to attention by a boy standing in front of his house with an expression of wonder on his face. "What are you looking at?" Carlos said to the boy. "...oh...well...you're really cool! Are you new here?" - and dropping the bike, the little boy headed with outstretched hand and with a smile on his face towards Carlos who had just arrived. "My name is Ben, I live down the street! Welcome!" - said twelve-year-old Ben. Carlos looked him up and down curiously, twelve years old? Like him? How was it possible that the kids in this city were so small? He could easily have swatted this gnat with one hand tied behind him and without effort. "Carlos is my name, I'm 12 years old....well...yeah, we just arrived." he said dryly. "Good! We'll be schoolmates then! Everyone in the area goes to Sunrise School!" I'm happy to have a new friend!" - Ben was an opposite boy to Carlos. Pale skin, freckled, red hair and slim body, but with a delicate and clean face. "...Friend..?" repeated a frowning Carlos, but Ben surprised him again "of course we just became friends! How could I abandon a new neighbor in this unknown street without a friend to guide you through the school?!?" he said putting his right arm around Carlos' big shoulders and with the other arm mimicking an explorer discovering a new land! So Carlos and Ben immediately became friends. Little Ben helped him catch up with his homework and Carlos defended him from bullies and helped him with difficult jobs such as cutting the lawn or rearranging the lawn, at least these years would pass peacefully. She was really happy with Ben, Carlos, after years, the void he had for the loss of his father seemed to have disappeared....or so Carlos believed. The friendship between Bene Carlos continued throughout the schools and the two got along well together, Carloa had even convinced a reluctant Ben at first to train regularly with him, and he seemed to like it. Little Ben, as Carlo now jokingly called him, seemed to respond well to the weights and indeed, he almost seemed more gifted than Carlos. Ben was always with Carlos and Carlos was always with Bene, the families now thought that they had adopted each other! Ben had fun with Carlos and he finally seemed to have started smiling and being calm again. But Ryan was a volcano, always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Carlos had defended him several times from Mr. George's dogs or from the neighborhood bullies because he had provoked them. Ryan's mother didn't want the two to put him in danger with their affairs and she often forbade Ben from hanging out with Carlos anymore. Not that the gods did anything crazy, but little Ryan was too lively. The two were close to 18 when Ben's little brother, Ryan, was always close to the two of them, and moreover Ben was meeting Helen, a girl in chemistry class who seemed less than happy with the proximity of the big, hairy and muscular Carlos to her new boyfriend, Ben. Helen always said how Carlos not only always ate too much, but he was way too muscular and she didn't want this to be a bad influence on Ben. Soon the outings with Carlos became rarer, just as the training, both the new little brother and Ben's girlfriend, had created situations where the two no longer spent much time together. So the time came for college, Carlos didn't expect Ben to go away with Helen to follow her in chemistry, they had always talked about going to a college where they could get study grants, travel and who knows, maybe become professionals. paid to do what they liked! But Helen had different plans, so much so that it led to the two friends arguing, Ben told Carlos that he couldn't expect them to always stay together, he was starting a family. With Helen there in front of her nodding and smiling, Bena would have to push that disgusting being away, Helen couldn't stand how Carlos, such a burly, hairy and not very elegant boy without a father and certainly not a pure American, was hanging around her Ben!!! So much so that at the height of the discussion between Carlos and Ben, he intervened by calling the boy a disgusting, defamatory boy! Ben remained silent....silent do you understand? He didn't say or do anything, he was now under Helen's thumb, Carlos was almost in tears waiting for some response, movement or defense from the man who for years had been his friend... nothing. With his married sisters moved to other states, and his mother having taken on a new partner and moved to Canada, he felt increasingly alone, increasingly empty. The void. Yes, he had been abandoned by everyone. Now he was alone. He was the one who had to grow up to fill the void. Carlos was left alone again. the void. [...] Years passed, Carlos had joined the marines, he continued to train, more and more. He seemed focused only on getting bigger and more disgusting... as Helen had called him that time. All he had on his mind was getting huge and making Ben pay! He had disappointed him, he had left him alone. Over time he had acquired more and more self-confidence and his physique, which he had discovered was much appreciated by many men and he liked it, he liked to dominate them and be adored. by the time he had decided to take everything he could from them, he would no longer have friends or companions. They were just ATMs to be fleeced to continue to fuel their growth. He had become famous on social media, he had everything on Instagram, Tik Tok, Onlyfans, everything to create content for his little and weak little men, as he called them. he likes to create content for every fantasy of his followers, of his weak little men Everything to fuel his desire for growth! Carlos had left the navy, he had become huge, he was a massive, fat bodybuilder, thick middle, muscular, beefy, with strong arms and legs, bulky, wide, hairy, cut dark military style hair and he was growing a moustache. He weighed almost 300 lbs for a height of 5'11'', he was wider than anything else, he had to walk through most doors sideways. He liked being so big. Who wouldn't have liked to be like Carlos, he had the strength of 10 men, impressive resistance and earned only by showing off his muscles, he had become a star, as he wanted as a child...over time he understood that he could make every rich man in the city fall into his employ, all he had to do was flex a little of his enormous muscles and here pathetic little men wet themselves in their pants begging him to accept their money or to fuck them until they were filled with his heat copious cum or being covered in his cum, and Carlos produced a lot of cum, he loved it! And thanks to his fame as a web star he also managed to obtain a sponsorship contract with one of the largest supplement stores in the state, Eddie's Shop. The owner was one of his most avid fans and asked him at least twice a week to pose for him live, paying generously. As well as a full, free supply of every sort of supplement he wanted to have. But Carlos knew that he would also need money and much more after this moment of fame was over, and for this reason he was always looking for a new wealthy client who would sponsor him or simply pay him to pose, cum or be adored. Like her last weak little man, Mr. Smith, an old man in his eighties with a fetish for big boys, he had even promised him a house to live in and that he would have a house built according to his wishes, and Carlos would not have let himself escape such a prey so easily. [...] Today he would finish the day after visiting Smith's home in this inn and then in his hotel room, preparing some content for his fans. he had done an excellent chest workout, his chin resting on those powerful slabs of flesh, which moved up and down and swelled in sync with his heavy and powerful repsiro, while he gulped down an amount of food that the waitresses had seen eat only at tables with 30 people. his blue body was full of his muscles and he was sweating like hell, he hadn't felt like taking a shower, he liked his smell male. The yellow sweatpants were too tight on him again, damn he thought, I only bought them two weeks ago! "Damn I broke myself today, I feel like a fucking bull!" he repeated to himself, concentrated only on what he was eating and on the ecstatic sensation of the pump. while he was gulping down his umpteenth spoonful of eggs, he was annoyed by a voice at the entrance to the diner, he looked up and saw a man of the same age as himself, in a tie and with red hair, arguing on the phone. He seemed completely lost since the ninth call, realizing that he had come in there, and that Carlos was obviously annoyed by it, he watched as he approached the opposite table but didn't stop talking on the phone. It took a loud belch that made both the man who had just entered and the waitresses jump in the air, a cold and severe look in the direction of the little man made him understand that he had to stop talking. "...err...sorry honey, yes...no...I'm not near the gorialla cage..." even if looking at that huge man, so dark and muscular, it seemed like it..."I have to close...yes, I'm at the diner...yes, sorry.."...he placed the phone on the table, making sure the big man stopped glaring at him. "fuck, stupid little men, they don't know when they're being too annoying" Carlos said out loud, finishing his last bite and heading towards the cashier, leaving the little man the chance to see his mountain range that was his back through the heavy blue sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and those huge thighs that were compressed in yellow sweatpants close to bursting. Carlos, he went to his hotel room opposite, tried to take off his sweatshirt but between the sweat and the muscles just fueled by carbs he was too swollen to do it, so he didn't think about it several times and grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt tearing it in two like it was a sheet of paper of paper."much fucking better!" he said to himself admiring his huge, massive, hairy and powerful body in the bathroom mirror. he gave a quick double bite and drank in the musky and powerful smell, licking his arm inside with his thick tongue, while the left hand massaged and teased his nipple, damn it felt good, so he was starting to connect his various socials and he's ready for a nice live masturbation with his followers, when from the corridor he heard the same annoying voice as before again. "...yes honey....yes Helen...I know...I will check on Ryana and yes, I will tell our son tomorrow not to continue..." "fuck again!" he said without worrying about others hearing him in nearby rooms. he opened the door angrily and saw him there, the little man with the red hair and the suit with the slightly loosened tie with the phone still to his ear, immobilized, like a deer in front of the headlights of a car, Carlos bare-chested wearing a pair of ruined gray shorts, swollen all over with a look as hard and dark as the starless night. "...Ben! Ben!...oh answer for heaven's sake what the hell are you doing!?!?" said a high, shrill woman's voice from the other end of the phone. Carlos raised his right eyebrow....it couldn't be...or maybe it was..."go ahead!" Carlos ordered the one he might have found, Ben. "...no...err....Helen, I...I have to leave you...the key card doesn't work and I have to...." - said Bene, still with his eyes fixed on that enormous monster musoclare that he found himself in front of. "Oh Ben, it's always you! Who knows what you've done!! You're the usual stupid person. Good night!" and the woman on the other end hung up. "Already stupid..." Ben repeated - "hey man, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with..." - Ben tried to say but Carlos interrupted him and said "do you like what you see?" And he began to flex and make his huge pecs dance, Ben was trying not to look and even tried to walk away but Carlos' hand grabbed Ben by the small shoulder, "I didn't tell you to leave" he said in a threatening tone. "At that time?" she repeated Crlos was doing a double biceps, making Ben's jaw drop. "well seeing that tent in the trousers and that stain I would say yes!!" - Well he was embarrassed now as well as scared, he felt the power that this beast emanated. With a hesitant hand as if in tance he touched Carlos' enormous arm, it must have been 21, no 22... "24 inchs" said his tooth Calros, almost as if he had read Ben's thoughts.... Hell thought Ben, this beast looks like it's made of bricks, "I...I should...." - Ben tried to say, but Carlos urged him "..come in, little man!"

Haha! I'm glad you approve, mate!

Maybe Archie's been checking Ozzie out on Instagram for inspiration. Or Alfie even.

Of course, mate! You're one of my most regular readers/supporters! There's another part of this to go first and then it'll be story number three which is a bit more grounded in reality.

Can't wait for more GROWTH!!!

Hot as hell

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Sadly, I really love a bad boy , villain, so I’m kind of pulling for Carlos, his growth, a cocky attitude, and some domination.

That carlos needs some teaching

Part 9 Jason bounced on his feet on the canvas. Before him was his opponent. He crouched down, bouncing on his bottom, springing his thighs and hips for his kicking-dominant style. A well-adjusted man against his own peer. The bell rung, and he advanced like an aggressive buck. Front kicks made his opponent stumble back a few times. His barefoot swung at the head, none landed yet, his pesky hand blocked it. The battle went on, until one moment his front kick tilted up and - BAM! - finally found its target. His monkey-like spread toes covered and distorted his opponent's face, the rough calloused bottom of his foot slid from the mouth to the nose, transferring the great energy generated by his glutes down to the spear-pointed ankle - all with hefty muscles and thin fat like a bodybuilder yet the flexibility that befitted a martial artist. A KO win. Jason celebrated with a few spins and summersaults, one of which ended up with his foot sliding past the ring rope, he felt it impacting a face albeit with significantly gentler power. He looked back to see whether there's damage, he smiled internally. Coming to the side of his opponent, he checked whether he's ok and let the winner announcement routine go on. Leaving the locker room, still barefoot in a shirt, and still in his MMA compression shorts, Jason went to the practically empty parking lot. The thrill of the win was not the only cause for elation. When he looked back to check who had his foot grazed during his athletic celebration, he thought he saw his rival from his distant past. The rival that had gained his ex-girlfriend by his side. What use such a person has for an underground spectacle of man against man? No matter, that suspicion of encountering a familiar face who might just have tasted his victorious foot was enough to satisfy. "My car!" Jason's attention was refocused. A silhouette of a man in the darkness of the night cried for his car desperately chasing it; the scene lit only by the street lights and the roaring car's headlights departing the scene. Jason let his virile instincts on, and without any further thought, ran to the escaping car head on like a charging bull. Just under 3 meters from the speeding car, he launched into a flying side kick. His tough bare foot smashed the windshield unharmed and sunk into the face of the man stealing it. After killing the engine, Jason squatted on the hood, grabbed the man's shirt, puled him out and threw him beside the car. He jumped down and proceeded to launch a spinning back kick, cracking the man's ribs and caved in the car's door. The victim came to his side, clearly glad and awed at the same time. Now Jason got a good look of him and it was, as his luck would have it, the man he had accidentally grazed with his celebrating foot, and indeed, his childhood rival. The grateful man only knew him as an underground fighter; the Jason of his normal martial arts years, let alone the present Jason, escaped his familiarity detection. As it is often said of bullies, they don't notice those whom they have scarred. Perceiving in their mind's eye an object of harmless teasing. Seeing an opportunity, Jason made his move. He offered to pay for the repairs - money he had gained from his legion of failed men "neighbors". The victim, elated with compounding gratitude, offered a stay at his house for the night. After depositing the man at the hospital emergency room and reported the event to police, there they went. ---- Jason cleaned his feet enough on the mat to enter his host's house and relaxed himself in the living room. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink?" "I already had some. Thanks for the offer." "Nice house you have here." "Ah, it's not too shabby. I just bought it 2 years ago." "Cool. Not too easy for many people these days; homeownership." "Oh well, I just got lucky with my job with the bank." "A pencil pusher, huh. Laptop-job. Not the typical audience I'd imagine for an underground fight club." "Yeah well, I need something raw now and again. To be honest, I felt like a scowering mouse back then." "Soft-spoken, mild-mannered..." "Rowdy crowd, loud rap, testosterone wafting in the air..." "Yeah, what a contrast, I know. Your performance was amazing, by the way." "Yeah, the other guy was good too. Took my time to play with him. Wanted to get that predatory thrill going. Get that pump." Jason got up and flexed some muscles. Double biceps and most muscular, followed by a side kick, stopping a mere half an inch from his host's face. His crotch exposed from the angle of his dangerously threatening leg. "No need to flinch. I have complete control of my body. But I guess I just got too excited back then and slipped. In fact, you've had a taste of my foot." Jason gently bent the angle of his foot, bumping firmly but briefly the sword-edge of his uplifted foot on his host's lips. "I saw that look in your eye. The way you reacted to a big sweaty man who just won a fight sticking his foot on your mouth. I know it quite well. Unmistakable. You like that don't you. Like a scowering mouse in a den of lions. Shoulders hunched like a prey, wanting to vicariously feel what you yourself can't and won't. And then, whoosh, you got a raw taste of that power your own biology denied to you. Not only that, you got rescued by that very same man and his feet. Now you are under the lion's paw. This is more than just watching something raw. There's something... else." Jason could palpably feel the man's nervousness. His brain is sounding alarms. And yet, he felt the small tip of his tongue subtly licking the part of the foot that clamped on his kisser. "Come on. Don't be shy. Let it go. Let it all go. You know you want to." The man finally let his lips open and let his tongue take longer swipes at Jason's broad foot. His nose now pressed against the foot proudly wielded like a weapon, inhaling all the hormones that he could get. "Yeah, that's it. Know why I was barefoot at the parking lot? I never wear shoes or sandals to begin with. You wanted to see brutality. I live it. I know people like you. You hide your inadequacies behind high-paying jobs, money and property. You hide behind the strong shield of civilization to look respectable, powerful. Something you cultivated all your life since very young. And yet, I am the one feeling a million dollars here, like a conquering king while you with your suit-and-tie job got easily persuaded to lick a strong and grimy foot." Jason then rubbed his foot all over the man's face and hair. His toes occasionally tugged at the hair with the strength and dexterity of a hand. "So soft. So delicate. So easily crushed. I have my plans for you, whether you like it or not."

And my hyperfixation strikes again lol But in all honesty: that chapter was amazing. Kudos to the writer!

This story gets better and better, and we're still just in the beginning phase of Tait's and Lacey's plans for Kane. I can't wait to see where this goes next. I wonder if the author of this story already knows how many parts/chapters there will be? Or is that yet to be decided?

Hi there! A hearty thanks to my wonderful supporters and those who had encouraged me to write this sequel. This is its final chapter. Dennis CHAPTER IV Timmy discovers that something is going on between his boyfriend and Joey, the cute employee of the protein-powder company that Biff has contracted with to promote. In the morning, while Biff was out running errands, Timmy called the corporate office of Musclebeast to do a little ‘Sherlock Holmes-ing.’ He asked the receptionist if he could speak to Joseph Sperling and, after being connected, he heard a voice answer. Timmy knew for sure, just by his voice for those two seconds, that it was the same ‘Joey’ he ran into with Biff in Wilton Manors the day before. “What the fuck,” Timmy thought to himself, before hanging up. * Biff had said that he’d be back home for lunch. It was a beautiful December day, with temps in the mid-eighties and a nice breeze off the ocean. Perfect for eating lunch out on the shaded balcony today. It was a torturous few hours waiting for Biff to return home, as Timmy had thoughts that their conversation may not go well at all when he returned. It was obvious to him that Biff was hiding something, and their relationship was built on openness and honesty. Timmy had somewhat prepared what and how he would ask Biff, and his emotions were raw. He wiped away tears when thinking where this would probably all lead and decided to distract himself by making a big lunch for them in advance of Biff’s arrival home. Usually, they prepared their meals together. Timmy decided on three chicken breasts for Biff, one for himself, with several sides and an assortment of cut-up ripened fresh fruit. * Timmy’s heart raced as he heard the clanging of keys and the unlocking of the front door, announcing Biff’s arrival home. He was at the kitchen counter finishing up when Biff walked in and came quickly to him in an embrace, pressing his ripped muscular physique against Timmy’s back, trapping his boyfriend against the counter in an affectionate hug. Biff then kissed Timmy on his neck and said, “Thanks, my Little Dutch Boy, for making lunch. It all looks and smells delicious and has already made me so hungry that I could eat a horse!” Timmy felt Biff’s enlarging dick pressing against his lower back. Biff’s affection made Timmy even more emotional, seeing exactly what they potentially will not have together after their talk. But, with a half-smile and a little teary-eyed, he turned around and looked up at Biff and said, “Usually, when a horse is mentioned in conversation with you, it’s because your dick is being discussed.” Biff gave only a half smile back at the joke when he immediately saw that something was seriously upsetting his lover. “Honey, what’s the matter?” Softly, with a cracking voice, Timmy said, “Please Biff, take a seat outside and I’ll bring out our lunch in a few minutes.” Biff was very concerned for Timmy and immediately listened to his request. He stepped onto the balcony and looked out on the turquoise-colored ocean with its white caps. The ocean breeze that he felt was almost always evident, especially on their high floor. Even the hottest and highest humidity days are beautiful on the balcony, as long as that ocean breeze is present. He saw that the table was set with cloth napkins today and he took a seat, anxiously awaiting Timmy. Since they ran into Joey on Wilton Drive, Biff has subtly at times detected a little strain between them. He assumed this pow-wow that they were about to have will be about that. A few minutes later Timmy came out with their lunch on a big tray. But, very unusual for him, he had a very serious look on his handsome face. Biff saw it right away and said very quietly to himself, “Uh oh.” Timmy took a seat across from him and immediately and bluntly asked, “So what’s going on with you and that guy Joey?” Biff looked at Timmy with a matching serious face and took a few seconds to respond. “Timmy, I didn’t want to say anything yet to you, because I wanted your feelings spared until I absolutely had to. It was so important to me that you not be hurt in any way.” Timmy stiffened his back and waited for Biff to continue with what so far did not sound good at all to him. “I’ve had a major problem with ‘that guy Joey’ for a couple of weeks now. You’re a movie buff. Remember the film ‘Fatal Attraction?’ Well, I’m the Michael Douglas character and Joey is Glenn Close. No shit.” Timmy’s mouth opened in astonishment at what was being said. When Biff then took a deep breath in a sigh, his muscle-obsessed boyfriend of course looked at the enormity of Mr. Olympia’s solid pectorals expanding. Timmy wanted to keep this pow-wow clinical, but that was hard to do when the guy sitting right in front of him looked like Biff. Biff continued, “I spent the whole morning at the police station and then at the Musclebeast corporate office with their CEO with evidence of him several times threatening me. The guy is a total psycho. No joke here - I don’t mean Norman Bates from the movie with the name of how I just described Joey! And I’ve made an appointment for tomorrow morning with a big Miami attorney to obtain a restraining order.” “The first time that I met Joey was when I first started at his company. He’s the head of their production crew and when I was introduced to him, I saw right away he was majorly muscle-obsessed with me.” Timmy raised his eyebrows at that. “Yeah, of course I know the look,” Biff responded with a cocky smile. Timmy softened his expression as Biff looked at him lovingly before continuing. “I made a huge mistake, Timmy, when I first met Joey. It was really stupid, and I regret it. I sort of flirted with him once just a tiny bit, and nothing more. I meant it as just being a friendly sort of thing to do, you know, recognition that we’re both gay and all, in the very straight environment of that company. I didn’t mean at all for him to take it to be more than that.” “But then he came on to me, and, I could have dissuaded him somewhat by just telling him then and there that I was in a serious relationship with you as the main reason for my disinterest. But I didn’t. My relationship with you is none of his business. And, I didn’t know what sort of a big mouth he had, and didn’t want him gossiping to anyone at the company about you and me.” “Then he started calling me. He used his personal phone, and I tried sensitively steering him away from anything that was not work-related. But he kept calling, pleading with me to give him a chance. I then of course had to forcefully tell him to stop, and that if he continued, I’d block his calls. Then the texting began. One even said that if I blocked his calls, he’d set fire to my car! Do you believe that shit? And then in another text he said he could look me up on the county’s website to see where I lived. One text actually said, ‘I will not be ignored’. I think he lifted that exact line straight from the Glenn Close character from that movie.” “I knew if I went to the police right away it could have involved you and I wanted to spare you any anxiety with his stalking. But then, when the threats began and I had the evidence from those texts, I had no option but to do what I did this morning. His showing up in Wilton Manors was the last straw. He obviously had heard from my call to you the other day just where and when I’d be at Rosie’s.” “I’m very sorry Timmy. Maybe I was being a cock tease with him at the very beginning and that’s what started the snowball rolling with him. Timmy, sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life and I want to be with just you always.” Timmy nodded an understanding. They kissed across the table as they both cried a little. Then, saying nothing more about it, they dug into their still warm chicken to have their lunch. Their conversation soon shifted to sexy-talk, and they found themselves giggly rushing to finish eating to then make a quick retreat to the bedroom. Breathing very heavily, with lightning speed, they stripped off their clothing. Biff picked Timmy up in his arms as they went in for sloppy kisses. I love you’s were exchanged as Timmy felt the bulging hardness of Biff’s chest and then its taste with his tongue. With both men fully erect, Biff gently laid his lover on the bed and climbed on after. They went back to kissing as Timmy felt Mr. Olympia’s muscularity and still marveled at the enormous size and hardness of Biff’s arms. The bodybuilder obligingly flexed an award-winning biceps for Timmy, a favorite of his lover’s, and Biff always found Timmy’s muscle worshiping of it excited him greatly. As Biff flexed, he twisted his wrists to give the cannon-ball sized biceps new sexy shapes to its high-peaks. Timmy was all over it with his tongue as he moaned in extreme sexual pleasure. Biff grabbed Timmy’s dick and put it with his larger one and rubbed them together with his gym-trained hand. After a while, Biff moved Timmy, and repositioned him for the bodybuilder’s entry. Timmy wiggled his ass with a laugh to entice the muscle-god even more. He was used to Biff’s size, and they knew what worked for them for their greatest pleasure. Biff probed Timmy’s ass with his fingers first as Timmy gasped, but soon the bodybuilder-dick was there to make its incursion. And it did, knowing of course that a slow entrance worked much better, given its length and girth. Timmy relaxed as best he could as Biff entered. The pain/pleasure was great for Timmy, especially when Biff was at his sphincter. The fucking then began in earnest as both lovers were moaning their excitement very loudly. Biff had locked his lover’s body to his hard chest with one muscular arm as he gave wet kisses to his neck and back. Timmy felt Biff’s enormous manhood in him, and he wanted more of him. Timmy reached for Biff’s dimpling glutes and pushed in on them, indicating that he wanted the bodybuilder to ‘go deeper’. And Biff did, as the boys then moaned their pleasure even more. Both were soon coming, Timmy onto the sheets and Biff way up into his lover’s bottom. It lasted longer than usual, with both men then exhausted from their love making. They lay there for quite a while staring into each other’s eyes as their arms were wrapped around each other. Then they kissed and exchanged “I love you’s” again. For quite a while they then just cuddled, both thinking back on the day’s earlier very troubling events. * Several months later, Biff and Timmy are standing at the altar of the Sunshine Cathedral in Fort Lauderdale. Timmy’s best man, Pete, is standing next to him. Biff’s best man, his brother-in-law, is standing next to Biff. Biff’s mom and sister, Pete’s now long-term boyfriend Oliver(!), and many other friends, are gathered in the pews. They’re all waiting for the minister to begin. Timmy is beaming with happiness. The only thing slightly marring the day for him is that his parents were unable to attend, them being in Europe and too busy with work to be able to fly over for the joyous ceremony and reception following. Biff shares Timmy’s happiness as he looks out at his friends and family. But then his jaw drops a little in great surprise. Walking to the rear of the church, and then coming down the aisle, is his father. And, Biff is further amazed to see that his dad is actually smiling! This is something he almost never sees in his face, and more shocking to see it now on this occasion. His dad then takes a seat next to Biff’s mom. The minister begins, "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to join together these two men in holy matrimony. Do you, Cesare Biffaldo Stevens, take this man, Timothy John Meijer, to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" After Biff says, “I do,” the same is asked of Timmy. The reverend concludes with, “Biff and Timmy, you may kiss your husbands.” THE END

The psychological descriptions of the characters in this chapter are so great, it's as if I'm going to surrender my self to experience this process as well