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Chapter 5.1: Meeting… Matteo noticed that he was slowly waking up. There was some reddish color coming through his still closed eyelids, so there had to be light around him. Fuck, his head hurt like hell and it was hard for him to think clearly. When he opened his eyes, he knew that he was taken to another place. He was lying on a bed in a room, wearing only his underwear and his cap. There were no windows to the outside. The lamp on the ceiling illuminated the room moderately brightly, but the light was cold and uncomfortable. The walls were bare and gray. This wasn't a room, it was a cell... maybe a prison cell? On one side was a heavy steel door. Above, two narrow windows close to the ceiling let in an additional warmer light from a neighboring room. But their glass was frosted, so that no details from what was happening there would have been visible if Matteo had stood up. It was the second night in a row that he woke up in an unknown place, but at least this time he wasn't cuffed. His gaze turned to the floor, where he realized that he was not alone in the room at all. The whole biker gang was lying on the ground, just like him barely clothed: in fact, he was the only one on the bed, all the others were either lying on the hard stone floor or on very thin mattresses. No one seemed to move. Were they asleep or unconscious? Or even dead? It was an unreal situation to see their hyper-muscular bodies so tightly packed and motionless on the ground. He took his time to look at them one by one. He noticed huge bruises on two bodies, which had spread around a blood-encrusted central wound. He thought of gunshot wounds, but then their injuries would usually be more severe and they would be lying in a pool of blood. Even among all those amazing bodies, Tony’s was sticking out. He was the biggest and most muscular, to Matteo he simply looked splendid. It was the first time that he could watch his glorious mountains of beef calmly. Last time when Tony was naked, he rather felt him but didn’t see much of him as he got fucked from behind most of the time. His solid meaty feet were closest. What shoe size did he have? 50 ? 52? (16,5 - 18). They looked so heavy. Matteo had been told the previous day that he was a black belt owner in several martial arts and that several opponents both in the ring and on the street didn’t survive his legendary kicks. He imagined Tony's feet crushing his victims to death. How many men might have lost their lives by these deadly feet? Suddenly, a large shadow moved across the scene as the scattered light from the neighboring room was obscured by a large moving obstacle. At the same moment Tony moved a little. So he was definitely not dead. Matteo’s gaze moved to his huge meaty calves, which were partially obscured by the feet from his position. Nevertheless, the protruding muscle bellies on either side were visible behind the feet in all their glory. Flooded with veins, divided by deep incisions, wider in circumference than the thighs of some competitive bodybuilders. Surrounded by the huge muscles around them, his kneecaps seemed so ridiculously small. It was his tattooed quadriceps muscles as thick as tree trunks that towered vertically above his kneecaps like massive jagged mountain ranges above two small lakes. How much weight could they squat? All four parts of his quadriceps stood in bold relief. His sartorius muscle stretched diagonally across the inside of his thigh, massive, proud, powerful. His adductors showed striations and were a sight to behold in their own right. If it wasn’t for the fact that these striations sank into the shadow of his neighboring huge monster cock. His glans and the front part of his mighty shaft had made their way out of the side confines of his underpants. Matteo panted. Did these biker’s fucktools ever go soft? What drugs were they on? His contemplation stopped abruptly. A dull thud made the wall vibrate. Once, twice. Three times. Four times. Cries. Panicked screams. The ceiling lamp fell into loose contact and then went off. Squealing like a stuck pig, higher, louder. The huge shadow through the ceiling windows wandered back and forth, hardly letting any remaining light in. Again and again the thundering impacts, as if a wrecking ball were hitting a concrete wall. Its vibrations penetrated Matteo's body from his hair to the tips of his toes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A big chunk of plaster fell from the wall on top of Sergio’s body. The screams went on and on, louder and louder, rhythmic. Then, suddenly in between, a roaring sound, as if a lion was rumbling angrily right at your ear. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It felt as if the repetitive blows could cause the wall to collapse at any time. Then again that roaring sound of a strange beast. It was so unbelievably scary! “FUCK, WHERE IS TED???” The bikers around him had come to themselves as a result of the noise and were looking around. Alan had noticed it first. Then Matteo also counted. They were seven. Including himself, eight. One was missing. The other twin... Ted! “TED? TED? FUUCCKK, TEEEDDD!?!?,” Alan screamed in panic. Whatever was happening outside, Ted wasn't with him and that didn't bode well. However, it was Alan who seemed to be the only one to really panic due to his close relationship with his twin brother. The other men were rather surprised, maybe a little worried, and didn't really know how to assess the situation. Matteo, strangely enough, looked at what was happening as if he were just watching a movie. What on earth was going on next door? The dull clashes that caused the whole cell to vibrate continued unabated, while the rhythmic screams from the next room first became quieter and then completely silent. After two minutes, the heavy steel door slammed open with full force and two burly policemen in uniforms stepped through the door, dragging with them another completely naked man who could not stand on his own feet. It was Ted. The twin was a wreck. Blood mixed with saliva was dropping from his mouth. All of his frontal teeth had been knocked out. He was still quite muscular, but God knows why, somehow he seemed slimmer than usual, as if he had lost 30 kg of muscle mass in one fell swoop! There were thick globs of chunky semen all over his skin. Blood mixed with cum was leaking from his anus and formed a long curvy path reaching the door and beyond. His shrinked arms were twisted in a weird angle. One eye was swollen shut, the other stared blankly into space, way beyond this room. Incomprehensible gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. He looked like a madman, like a superhero toy who had been mishandled by a wicked boy. Alan jumped at his twin brother in sheer panic and threw himself to the ground next to him. He held Ted's head, whose eyes were now staring at Alan for help. The others were completely aghast, ready to kill anyone who did that to Ted. They were about to pounce on the two guards standing at the steel door, but the bikers noticed that they were all in pain, physically massively weakened and slowed down. Those bikers with strange gunshot wounds couldn't stand up at all. Matteo, however, still seemed quite uninvolved and kept looking around the room. Another deep rumble, now louder than before through the open door, boomed from the neighboring room. This time, however, it was not as indefinable as before. A voice, unbelievably deep, such as can only be produced by a technical voice distortion, was embedded in it and ordered the uniformed men to bring to him the boy on the bed. A All at once all eyes were on Matteo...

This one's DEFINITELY Henry.

Be careful, sadistic violence. All characters are of legal age. John meets the fag. In this picture you can see John wearing a white denim shirt. John is a 22-year-old street fighter who's just giving his biceps a pump. The large mirror in front of him allows him to carry out his training precisely. You also see a fag who was staring at John during his fight today. He cummed on John's shirt just as John broke his opponent's neck in a headlock with his thigh muscles. A fatal mistake as it turned out. Or the luckiest decision of his life? You are probably wondering how this extremely erotic situation will continue. To take advantage of the supple nylon fabric over his upper arms, John will swap out his shirt for a bomber jacket. Then he will use a so-called nutcracker test and flex his guns between the fag's legs to check how much pressure his balls can take. Next he will turn up the collar of his bomber jacket and place the fag on his shoulders to continue the same check with his trapezius muscles. He will grab the fag's legs by the knees and press forward with his strong triceps muscles, using his neck to create the pressure on the fag's crotch that is necessary for the check. The nylon of the bomber jacket will guarantee a particularly good transfer of the pressure to the fag's balls. It remains to be seen whether the fag will also dirty John's bomber jacket during this test. In this case, John would use skin-tight leather gloves for further testing.

Just putting this here as a reminder to some commenters…

This is Bael ...so angry, massive, and beautiful. I especially appreciate the expression on his face. Pain, anger, and plenty of jealousy. The veins across his entire body, the pure and lustful rage... it all works. When you think of Bael, think of this.

Teleportation was not a form of travel Jalveth enjoyed: when expected it was a jarring experience, but when it came out of nowhere it was nauseating. The problem was that the Magisters of the Collective operated on their own schedule with scant regard for others. Jalveth took in the sumptuous furnishings of the Magister’s parlour as he tried to keep the remains of his lunch from adding to the decoration. “I take it you know why you are here?” stated the figure sat at an expansive desk without looking up from his paperwork. “No my lord,” replied Jalveth meekly and with good reason: a Magister’s word was law and they had enough power to administer any punishment they so chose. Childhood stories of what they do to those who wronged them leapt to the forefront of his mind, which he tried to repress as he hadn’t done anything wrong that might justify any form of punishment, had he? A piece of parchment levitated from the cluttered desk and floated in front of his face; it was a fairly long list: ‘Silver Goblin Trading’, ‘Griffin Claw Holdings’, ‘Black Root Alchemicals’ and others were written in a clear hand. “This is a list of accounts I administer.” said Jalveth confused, but in a contrite a fashion as he could muster. “Did you think it wouldn’t be noticed,” said the figure, looking at Jalveth for the first time since his arrival. “A crystal here, a couple of crystals there, not enough for one organisation to really notice but overall they do mount up…” “But I…” Jalveth began before a wave of paralysis suffused his entire being resulting in sudden breathlessness and a stiffness through his muscles, and to his embarrassment a similar reaction from his genitalia. “Do not interrupt,” admonished the Magister, “I am told you have a head for figures, I would have thought you more capable of covering your tracks than this; and so unoriginal, such scams have been around forever, they are even older than I.” Jalveth unable to respond was unsure how he would have if he could: he had known nineteen summers and the figure before him barely looked much older; but this was a Magister and appearances were almost certainly misleading. “We expect our computers to be intelligent, so what made you think you could get away with it?” the Magister asked looking directly at Jalveth. If the rest of his appearance did not bely his age the same could not be said of the Magister’s eyes: the black pools looked as though they had seen stars die and possibly caused them to do so. “There must be some mistake,” Jalveth squeaked, “those accounts were fine, with no crystal unaccounted for.” “Are you saying a Magister is wrong?” the man said in what seemed to be a friendly inquisitive tone. Jalveth knew better than to trust the friendly demeanour; his heart was racing as his body felt like it was betraying him: it felt hot and constrained in his clothes, not to mention he was so hard it was throbbing despite the situation, was there something about the Magister’s voice that made him feel this way? Jalveth couldn’t discount the possibility. Not that his mind was faring much better, it kept speculating on what punishments the Magister may enforce that Jalveth had trouble focusing on the situation he found himself in. “Of course not my lord,” he found himself saying, “merely that you have not been given all the information,” and wondered to himself just how he would justify that claim. “So enlighten me,” said the Magister with a tone that suggested there was nothing he didn’t already know, “who else had access to those accounts? One of your colleagues perhaps?” “No-one at the Counting House could have done it, would have done it,” replied Jalveth emphatically, “they are my friends, my family they have been nothing but helpful since I arrived at the Collective.” “And you are sure of this?” said the Magister clearly showing his view on the matter. “Only one bonded to the accounts would be able to change them.” said Jalveth firmly, “the only one bonded is…” and he trailed off as he realised the implications while the Magister just smiled at him. “Please,” Jalveth begged, “let me speak to my colleagues, maybe they will have some idea how this has happened.” “Oh you won’t be returning to the Counting House.” said the Magister, “By your own admission it is clear you are responsible: either it is deliberate for which you need punishing or accidental which shows you to be a liability; either way you cannot be trusted to look after the finances of others.” “But my smarts, my skill with numbers, that’s all I have,” wailed Jalveth as he prostrated himself before the Magister. Bringing his hands together in a begging gesture caused an audible ripping noise from his tunic and Jalveth looked at his body for the first time since his arrival. The reason for the constrained feeling was now obvious: he was larger than he should be, his slim scrawny build was replaced by a somewhat more athletic one. “There are many ways to serve the Collective,” said the Magister, “and if your suitability is wrong then we can easily change it, there are many positions that require less cerebral acumen and more physical presence such as soldier or labourer or…” “Please don’t make me a pleasure slave!” Jalveth begged crying. “Oh so you know about the pleasure slaves then,” the Magister stated, “just by reputation, or have you partaken?” “My colleagues organised it, they said it was a rite of passage.” replied Jalveth but his focus was diverted by the figure that had magically appeared in the chamber. He was magnificent: large powerful legs supported a strongly defined core, but still with a fairly narrow waist, which in turn were surmounted by a pair of pronounced pectorals that competed for space with a pair of massive arms, but the crowning achievement was the huge organ protruding from his groin. It arced up through the deep valley of the pecs and stopped just below where a beautiful face was waiting. It was only the expression and look behind the eyes that let the figure down for Jalveth: there was little sign of intelligence or even awareness there. The figure had not reacted to its translocation and it seemed was awaiting any sort of instruction for a while, which means it stood motionless for some time. Eventually, whether it finally realised nothing was forthcoming, or more likely just following its baser instincts moved to take the massive head of its member in its mouth and started pleasing itself. Jalveth watched mesmerised as the figure bounced its pecs, together and separately, to stimulate the shaft of its immense penis in complete oblivion to its surroundings. Not that the figure was the only one. “I said what was it like to be fucked by a pleasure slave,” said the Magister testily, completely ignoring the figure’s arrival. “Huh,” said Jalveth distracted, “but I didn’t…” and when his brain caught up to his mouth felt the need to clarify: “I wanted to but it was so large and I got scared and just spent the time worshipping his body.” “You do know they are ensorcelled to provide only pleasure and no pain?” Asked the Magister in a flat tone to which Jalveth gave a slow calculated nod. “Ensorcelled by a Magister, so which is it you doubt, our skill or our power?” Jalveth doubted neither as both were clearly evident in the way his tunic burst in multiple places from the strain, he could feel his bulging biceps resting on his protruding chest, neither adjective would anyone have considered attributing to Jalveth before now. His breeches had so far still remained intact but it was clear they would not remain so if he underwent another growth spurt. The bulge at the front was large and the confined space was beginning to pinch uncomfortably. “Ah I see how it is, this all makes sense,” said the Magister looking at Jalveth who was exploring the changes in his body with his hands, but his eyes were still focussed on the activities of the third person in the room. “It is because you are jealous of the pleasure slaves.” the Magister said as a statement of fact and not a question. “Well who wouldn’t be?” replied Jalveth, “after all they were made by the Magisters as perfect physical specimens. Are you doubting the Magister’s skill? Or their power?” Jalveth groaned internally as he realised what he had just uttered, how stupid was he to rile one who had so much power, Jalveth braced himself for the inevitable consequences. Which never came, instead the Magister just laughed, “I suppose I could have phrased that better, tell me were you happy in the Counting House?” Jalveth nearly blurted out ‘of course’ but thought better of it, “I had a job I could do easily, colleagues that supported me, and it paid enough to meet my needs.” Jalveth eventually said carefully choosing his words. “But did that make you happy?” said the Magister in a tone that was clear that he knew the answer but wanted to hear Jalveth say it. “No,” Jalveth admitted, “the work was dull, I did it because I could and not because I wanted to; my colleagues were friendly because they were my colleagues and not because of me and while my needs were met there was little extra for anything else.” “And then you met a pleasure slave, you thought you would be the superior one in the situation despite his physical attributes you were the free one, the one with the intellect; however, you realised that of the two of you only he was happy with his life and you were envious of that.” explained the Magister. “But he was so stupid,” retorted Jalveth, “all he could do was grunt or talk in a monosyl…, a mono…, in one word answers and only then about his body or sex.” At the mention of the word sex the third person in the room ceased their self-ministrations and moved towards Jalveth seductively; the giant ever-erect penis bouncing back and forth as he moved until he came to a stop in front of Jalveth and took up a pose that showed off his muscular body. Jalveth gulped involuntarily as he forced himself not to lean forward, not to touch and was fighting an impulse to join him in flexing. The Magister continued to act as though the other man was not even in the room. “Really, you were stuck in a role you despised in a life you thought had no meaning, whereas he was someone who really enjoyed his work, who would be thrilled to be in the company of his colleagues and whose needs and desires were both met without his input. That is what you were jealous of, that is why you wanted to be him.” elucidated the Magister. “But I don’t want to be dumb, my intelligence, my skill with numbers is all I have, it’s all I am!” Jalveth exclaimed, tears running down his face. “But has that intelligence ever made you happy, or is it what is holding you back from getting what you really want?” The Magister began. Jalveth opened his mouth to respond but stopped when the Magister raised his hand. “It was your ‘intelligence’ that stopped you experiencing the joys of that pleasure slave. It is the same ‘intelligence’ that is trying to plan a way out of this but is ignoring your desires, it is not even realising they are showing themselves anyway.” Jalveth looked confused and was surprised when the pleasure slave gently wiped the tears from his eyes. The Magister continued, “ You were the one to suggest being turned into a pleasure slave, in fact it is what you have been thinking about since you arrived in my chamber; I wonder if your subconscious forced you to make those mistakes to bring us to this outcome.” “But I didn’t, I wouldn’t…” Jalveth sobbed, “I don’t know what you want from me?” “Simple,” answered the Magister, “I just want you to tell me what you want, what you really want.” Jalveth knew he was stuck, his strategy had been to tell the Magister exactly what he wanted to hear, but clearly what the Magister wanted to hear was what was clearly something that was not intelligent to say; as such his thoughts led in circles as his brain tried to find a way out of the contradiction. In the confusion this meant that his mouth was operating unsupervised, “I want to be a pleasure slave,” Jalveth mumbled quietly. “Sorry what was that?” said the Magister who had clearly heard what he said. “I want to be a pleasure slave!” Jalveth said louder and with more conviction, “I want to be so dumb that I don’t know what a number is, let alone what to do with one! And I want to be so big that anyone who sees me will be awestruck to the point where they can’t think of them either! I want to spend my days having sex with anyone, with everyone! But most of all I want to be happy!” “There, that wasn’t so difficult,” said the Magister, “I think you deserve a reward for your honesty.” and with that the pleasure slave moved behind Jalveth with clear intent. Jalveth was confused, how did that make any sense? Just saying what should have been a bad idea somehow was going to see him receive the sex he had foolishly denied himself in the past? Magisters may have tremendous power but Jalveth wasn’t entirely sure of their sanity. Not that was his most pressing concern: he was harder than he’d ever been before in his entire life; but as his breeches burst from the strain the nature of this ‘reward’ became obvious. His erection was growing at a rate that was clearly visible to the eye and from the heat that pervaded his body that growth was not limited to his sex organ. Jalveth’s mind was not willing to go without a fight, and following his earlier declaration was repeating simple random multiplication to prove it couldn’t be banished that easily. ‘Four by twelve is forty-eight’ The pleasure slave removed the remains of Jalveth’s tattered clothing by ripping them off his body ‘Seven by eight is fifty-six’, the pleasure slave put his hand on Jalveth’s surprisingly hairy rear and Jalveth shot the biggest load of his life which stopped him thinking of anything for a while. When he came to his senses he looked down to see that his cock had reached his large hairy pecs. Jalveth had always been ashamed of his body hair and considering that both the pleasure slave in the room and the one he’d encountered earlier had smooth bodies it was a surprise that he not only retained his body hair, it was not thinned out by the muscle growth, but if anything was denser, thicker and more widespread. ‘Eight by five is fuckty… er forty’ Jalveth thought as he reached down to check on his balls, his stance had widened to accommodate the size of his legs and that gave his balls which were significantly larger, and hairier, more room. Jalveth gave them a squeeze and was rewarded with another large load. ‘Seven by four is… forty?’ Jalveth thought as he flexed a large hairy arm and watched as it grow before his eyes. ‘Six by nine is… six by nine is…, six by… sex…, sex!’ Jalveth thought as his cock was now at a point where he could easily take it into his mouth; which he did so with gusto. What looked up after he shot yet another huge load, this time into his hungry mouth which he slurped up greedily, was in no way bothered by multiplication; with numbers at least. It looked down on the pleasure slave before it and realised he was bigger than the man in all aspects including height. “Me big,” it said eventually. The pleasure slave took the opportunity to caress Jalveth’s furry bulk: gently stroking the soft hair across the bulging muscle. Jalveth wanted to tell him how attractive he found the man, what he wanted to do to him and what he wanted from the man but the words weren’t there. Eventually he settled on a single word that expressed all his feelings: “Fuck” “Fuck?” came the reply from the pleasure slave. “Fuck!” replied Jalveth with a smile and pulled the other pleasure slave into a passionate embrace. “Oh Boys!” called a voice from near a large bed, the only furniture in the room. For some reason Jalveth had a feeling something was wrong about that, but he couldn’t see what would be wrong with a hot guy calling him over to a bed. The Magister moved his hand and his clothing vanished revealing a tight muscular body and what would be considered a large cock in any other company, he kneeled on the large bed pushing his rear seductively in the air. A test for the new pleasure slave, which was on the way to scoring high marks as the Magister felt the tickle of a soft beard before a tongue masterfully worked at his hole. The other pleasure slave was before him and the Magister had no hesitation in taking as much of his manhood into his mouth as he could. In other circumstances the Magister would have grown his body to match them and switched off for a night of mindless debauchery; alas he had other duties that needed attending beforehand, primarily figuring out just who had framed Jalveth in the first place. If the young man had used the intellect he’s claimed to possess to be more suspicious of his colleagues then maybe he wouldn’t be in this position, using his tongue to devastating effect, as his naivety must have played a part in being chosen as the scapegoat. That and his appearance: Jalveth may not have realised with his insecurities but he was a very attractive man; to the extent that the Magister had little to do to his countenance in his transformation, essentially just making sure his face fit with the massive hairy muscle-bound moron he’d become, and frankly the beard had done most of that work for him. People think that magic can do anything, and by and large it can, but it still has its limitations. Even with knowing what was done the Magister could think of seven ways that Jalveth’s credentials could have been faked and was not arrogant enough to consider that to be an exhaustive list. Add to that not knowing who, when or why led to too many variables. The Magister had a spell trying to resolve it but with the lack of information would take a long time to report; it would be very surprising indeed if framing Jalveth was the whole point of the endeavour, so it was a matter of time before the real plot revealed itself and may well do so before his spell had concluded. So the Magister was relying more on a non-magical ploy: Jalveth. He felt the bulbous head of the new pleasure slave’s massive prick teasing his hole and the ecstatic thrill when it pushed home. Once the fate of Jalveth was announced to his colleagues the Magister expected them to lay low for a while, time they are likely to spend enjoying this very position with the new slave. Whether it will be regret about what they have done to Jalveth, or to gloat about it and fooling a Magister the culprit will have no qualms in confessing everything to someone they know doesn’t understand what they are saying. Pleasure slaves have a built-in aura of isolation that protects their clients from attack or interference when they are at their most vulnerable. The feeling of absolution at disclosing their darkest secrets and only receiving pleasure as a response was nearly as big a draw as the pleasure the slaves could bestow. Of course the slaves may not be able to understand but that didn’t mean the couldn’t listen, and repeat everything they heard to any curious Magister, but the populace would rather assume any information was discovered by magic. Jalveth would have his revenge, even if he now didn’t care about it, and his guilty former colleagues would learn there are worse punishments than becoming a pleasure slave. As for Jalveth, the Magister thought as both slaves unloaded in him simultaneously, he was too exquisite a prospect to relinquish. The Magister had considered his personal harem big enough but knew that when this was resolved there would be a place for Jalveth, one where he would have the very happy life he wished for.

Together with @rene1 we started writing a muscle story which is linked to the magnificent muscle morphs he is producing for this forum. @rene1 will be adding pics to the story to make it even more attractive. I hope you'll like our common work at least as much as we enjoyed writing it for you. It nicely merges his tastes and mine. We hope it also meets your tastes. Please feel free to comment. Chapter 1: Garcías nightmare Matteo finished his last set of pec flyes. He couldn't focus on his workout as his mind kept drifting. What happened last night just didn't let him go. It was already dark when he walked home through his native city of Piedras Blancas. Half of the street lamps in this run-down area were broken, but he didn't need much light as he knew the place like the back of his hand and felt safe. Once again he passed by the little supermarket of señor García, which did not help to improve his mood. A few years ago García caught him for stealing a Playboy magazine from the shop but didn't simply leave it well enough alone: García, a tall and burly man in his mid thirties also beat him up for it. Matteo, who had this shameful encounter burned into his memory, vowed to himself that he´d do everything he could to prevent this from happening again. He simply needed to become a real man. When he got beaten up, he was still a child, small and skinny. Now, just having turned eighteen recently, his athletic, almost fat-free 88 kgs (194 lbs) looked impressive for a young adult on his 180 cm (5’9 feet) tall frame. His thoughts of the past were interrupted when he saw big choppers parked in front of García´s store. Even in the dim lighting, the metal of the motorcycles shone brightly and Matteo noticed that their tires were exceptionally wide. He walked a few steps further and saw a fourth bike standing a little behind, mounted by a behemoth of a man. Around the same height as Matteo, but at least 40 kg (88 lbs) heavier. And these 40 kg were probably all dark-tanned muscle which made his white tank top bulge under his opened heavy leather jacket. Black hair, neatly trimmed thick beard, strong jawline … the guy looked macho, but also dangerous …very dangerous. He seemed to scan the area. Was he a sentinel for the other guys in García´s supermarket? Luckily right in the moment when Matteo saw him, the musclebull was just looking in another direction, so he could quickly hide behind the nearest wall. Wow! This guy was really impressive. Matteo's heart was pumping so hard you could almost hear it. So, if there were more guys in García´s shop, what would they want from him? Well, there were rumors going around that there was no way Garcia could have built his wealth just from his small store and that he was involved in some crooked business dealings. Matteo simply had to peek around the corner of the wall again. Thankfully from there he was able to observe that thug a little better without being seen at the same time. It seemed to him that the sentinel was new in the area and didn't know anything about hidden passages, secret paths and shortcuts. Matteo did. He decided to quietly circumvent the huge muscleguy and silently – very silently - climb up the fire escape stairs of a neighboring building up to the roof. From there he could watch both the guard outside and look inside into García´s little supermarket through its ventilation holes. As almost expected, three more gang members were inside. He gasped for breath and almost slipped on the roof as he saw how BUILT they were. All those three monsters were simply breathtakingly massive superheavyweight bodybuilders! Their muscles bulged in their black leather trousers which seemed to thin out at the area of highest pressure. They were so huge that you could clearly see how the leather hugged their legs just like a second skin. Even from this far Matteo saw the muscle separations of their thighs in them, all four quadriceps muscles and his hamstrings! Some seams on their jackets had already burst due to their bulk and the tanned muscle bellies of their latissimus were visible through the large openings. Obviously they preferred to wear nothing under their jackets. The third one just wore a vest, so his gargantuan arms weren't covered at all. Hundreds of pencil-thick veins crawled along the clearly visible muscle fibers. Matteo had watched many youtube-videos of bodybuilders, even followed some pros on instagram, but never ever had he seen arms like these! How big could they possibly be? 60 cm? Even 65 cm around (around two feet)? When the big guy's arms moved, their distinct muscles seemed to fight against each other for space, which almost looked ridiculous. Before, their companion waiting outside had left him impressed, but now it became clear that he was actually the smallest of the gang! Nothing could have prepared his mind for this absolutely stunning view. Matteo was so overwhelmed by their looks that it took him some seconds to actually understand what was happening down there. Two of them were brutally holding García´s arms upwards behind his back and the third one was shouting at the absolutely terrified shop owner. "Last warning, Garcia! You claimed yourself you’d easily manage to double the sales! 25% … that‘s so off the mark, shithead! You miss that last chance and we are going to let you die a very slow death and enjoy your screams! And your children … I’ll make sure, I ́ll inject the unsold heroin into them myself … right in front of your eyes. Prick, prick, prick … a little pricky in their arms … or in their ears … or maybe into their eyes … Think about it! For now, I´ll just leave you a friendly reminder.” He grabbed the pinky finger of the shop owner, pulled it at a strange angle, then twisted it. Garcia started to scream but was choked by one of the thugs who held him, which immediately cut off the oxygen needed for screaming. The biker who had talked before easily ripped off his pinky with his gigantic hands, making García faint and fall down to the floor. Or was it maybe not by the pain, but the lack of oxygen? Stomping their feet on his head and body, they went to the cashier and took all that was inside. Then they left the store, jumped on their choppers and rode off. "Matteo! What the heck are you doing! You were supposed to be doing cardio after your last set!" Matteo woke up from his daydream and looked at his coach. Coach Salvador was his idol. Some years ago he was competing as a middle-weight bodybuilder and even won two or three events. Even though he wasn't preparing for competition anymore, he maintained a less strict, but nonetheless controlled diet all year round and was therefore always in good shape. When Matteo entered the gym three years ago, eager to gain size after his encounter with García, it was a fortunate circumstance that he met his coach pretty quickly, who introduced him to serious strength training right from the start. Salvador saw his determination, the fire that burned within Matteo. Of course, the boy lacked a lot of muscle mass, but the trained eye of the competitive bodybuilder didn’t miss Matteo's almost perfect proportions, the favorable deep position of the attachments of his calves, biceps and forearm tendons, which would leave him plenty of room for future mass gains ... or his wide ribcage and collarbones, which were literally waiting for large packages of meat to be attached to them. For Salvador, being able to walk the path together with this talented boy, to build him up and introduce him step by step to the world of competitive bodybuilding, was a great blessing. Just like having a rough diamond that needed to be cut and polished. Right from the start, Matteo needed – and received - hardcore training, not some silly housewife jigging around. And food. Lots of protein-rich food. Again on the treadmill. Matteo set it for 30 minutes. While running, his brain was free to daydream again. He just couldn’t avoid comparing his coach with the three giant bikers from yesterday. This morning, he and Salvador weighed themselves. His coach was exactly at 103 kg (227 lbs), offseason but still showing an eight-pack. With his current low level of body fat, his weight wouldn’t go down too much if he was to compete now, and for sure he wouldn’t start in the middleweight category but switch to the light-heavies. But then, he thought of the Bikers. How absolutely stunningly huge they´d look next to him! They were such gigantic beasts, easily 150 kg, maybe even 160 kg (353 lbs) of pure muscle mountains, brutal faces, thick black beards, carrying lots of golden chains around their muscular necks which were even thicker than their heads ... traps that went up to their ears ... ears with the typical „cauliflower look“ that Matteo had seen in many MMA-fighters or professional wrestlers before. If Salvador stood next to them, they would simply dwarf him, make him look so pathetic! To put it bluntly: meeting Salvador alone on the street, on the beach or wherever you can imagine was a turn-on for most women (and also many men). Any average Joe would describe him as a typical bodybuilder, the simple word ‘athletic’ wouldn't do him justice. But to Matteo, his body just looked ‘beautiful’. However the thugs he saw last night were gigantic beasts, animalistic aggressive hypermasculine musclehulks that emanated waves of testosterone wherever they were. Even if his rational mind couldn't actually approve their violence, deep down he was fascinated by that violence, their dominance, their unrestrained superiority. They were dangerous. Simply dangerous for anybody being at the wrong time in the wrong place. And … he had to admit to himself … that's what thrilled him most. He wanted to be huge. And feared. Be a muscle behemoth like them. Salvador passed by his treadmill. “Coach, I´ve got to tell ya what I'm just non-stop thinking about …” He couldn't stop himself and told him all about what happened yesterday on Wednesday evening. “Oh my God, bad times are coming to Piedras Blancas,“ his coach said, frowning. But he didn't miss the thrill in Matteo's eyes and somehow sensed that he'd try to get in contact with these criminals. “When you´ve finished, come to me. I’m gonna stay at the counter. Got a surprise for you.“ Salvador stayed in an area next to the gym entrance, where supplements were stored and sold. He unpacked the newly arrived boxes of amino acids when Matteo finally joined him. “You know what day it is today?“ “Nope“ “It's your third anniversary, thickie! Exactly three years ago you set foot in this gym, three years that have changed your life already. Look where you came from and look at you now!“ “Aahh, I´m sorry. How could I´ve missed that?“ “Got a gift for you. Here!“ Salvador handed a cap to him. Another one for his collection as he knew that he loved them. Matteo looked at it. “Cool, thank you! What's that??“ Matteo pointed to the middle of his black and shiny cap. It showed a picture of a grotesquely morphed bodybuilder. It reminded him of his other cap with the well known logo of Powerhouse Gym. The torso of a bodybuilder lifting a bar over himself that was so overloaded that it bent like an arc. Well that was a drawing, a quick draft, a kind of sketch. But this far overmorphed bodybuilder actually looked like a realistic photograph that was put on the cap. For his taste the artist exaggerated too much, but still he was deeply amazed by the photorealistic quality of his work. “Guy on that pic is called Khaldun,“ Salvador said smiling. Matteo decided to search on the internet for new fantasy computer games after his next meal … with this strange Khaldun as the protagonist of the game. “He's really cool.” Matteo put the cap on his head. Less than two seconds passed when suddenly, he heard a very short beeping sound and a feeling of warmth flowed down into his body. He looked around and saw the red bulb of the gym alarm. “Ah! That’s where the beep sound came from.” thought Matteo. “Muchísimas gracias, Salvador, I'll wear that cap all the time.“

This is an old story of mine that I was hunting for. Enjoy Little Buddy I was walking downtown and needed to take a piss real bad. There was a washroom near the local park so I ducked in there. Usually there were a bunch of young hustlers around standing at the urinals looking for trade. Today there was no one around. I pulled out my cock and started to piss, when a guy walked in. I didn't look (you're not supposed to - at least not right away). He came up to the urinal and stood there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him and started to shake. The guy had to be 6'8" and he was fucking HUGE! He looked real rough - shoulder length, scraggly dark hair, thick mustache, mirror shades. He was wearing a XXXL sweat shirt that barely contained his mass. His shoulders were immense and his arms, even covered by the shirt were huge. His forearms were hairy with a few tattoos and looked to be about as big as my calves. His chest jutted out and heaved as he breathed. He stood next to me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen - it had to be at least 8" long and it was soft! I felt a lump in my throat and thought I was gonna pass out. He started a long stream of piss and then talked to me. "Geez, man! Fuckin' good workout today. Got a real good pump goin'." His voice was deep and husky. Real sexy. "Yeah?" was all I could manage. "Yeah, fuckin' pumped up huge today." I finished peeing and zipped up. He finished and zipped up too. We moved to the sink. In front of the mirror he started bouncing his pecs under the sweatshirt. I felt my cock starting to harden and focused on washing my hands. "Just headin' back to my place for a beer - wanna join me?" he asked. I was a little nervous. "Well, I --" "Hey, I'm cool, Man. I might be a big fucker, but I don't bite. I just hate kickin' back by myself. My buddies are outta town and my girlfriend fucked off a month ago. Whattaya say?" I thought for a minute, thinking that I could be walking into the biggest basher that I'd ever seen. But he didn't sound like that. "Sure," I said. "Great! Name's Jesse." He extended his huge hand and I shook it. My hand was like a little kid's in his big paw. "Keith," I said. "Well, Keith, I just live around the corner. Come on." We walked a block to an apartment building and up to his place. The apartment was not large and there were a lot of weights lying around. Big weights like I'd never seen before. There were also crow bars, some twisted like pretzels and there were 2x4 planks some split in half. Messy, but exciting. "What does he do in here?" I thought. He went to the kitchen and brought out two beers. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me. That was strange I thought, but I liked being close to this monster-sized man. "Yeah, my girlfriend took off about a month back. Said I was gettin' too big. Too big! Can you believe that?! I mean, fuck she's got herself a 36 year old, 6 foot 11 inch, 600 lb. fuckin' stud. Thirty seven inch arms, man! Eighty five inch chest! Too big? You think I'm too big?" "Uh... I dunno. You look huge to me." "Fuckin' monster, Man! Look at this bicep." He lifted the sleeve of the shrt and flexed his massive arm. The peak of the bicep was as big as a baseball. The rest of the bicep was like a basketball and the triceps hung down in a huge arc - round and full. "Man!" I gulped. "That's fuckin' huge!" I gasped. "Go ahead and touch it, Man. Feel how fuckin' hard that is." I put my hand on the peak of the bicep. He twisted and flexed and reflexed the muscle over and over. "Shit thats wild," I said quietly. "Feel's real good, man. I like that. Shit, you know, you look just like a little buddy of mine when I was in prison. Nice guy. Bunked with him for a few months. He liked feelin' this big muscle too. You like it?" I swallowed. "Yeah, I do," I said. He flexed that massive arm over and over, twisting and turning it, showing it from different angles. "My little buddy was real hot for this muscle. The bigger I got, the hotter he got. Fuck! With no women around, I was really into that with him. I'd flex every fuckin' muscle. My pecs, arms, lats. He couldn't get enough of it, man! I learned how to fuck ass with my little buddy. Shit! That's a feat with a cock like mine, man. Most women can't take it - but him! Woah, he had me so fuckn' into his pussy, I'd fuckin' flex for him while I fucked him. I'd bounce my big hairy pecs for him. Even kissed him - shove my tongue down that hot throat." My cock was getting really hard. My hands started roaming over his shoulders and onto his massive thick pecs. He bounced them for me, and I groaned. "Yeah, little buddy. Feel those big pecs bounce, man! Feel that muscle, man!" He was getting lost in my adoration of his mass. I felt his pecs his massive thick abs, and over his crotch which was getting bigger the more I felt him. "Let's go into the bedroom, little buddy." I followed behind him staring at how huge he was. His back was immense and filled the door to the bedroom. He turned around and stood there in a huge relzed pose. Even fully clothed this guy was huge and hot! "Get naked for me, little buddy," he said. I undressed and stood in front of him. "Fuck yeah! Nice slim little body on you, man. I like that." He pulled off the sweat shirt and I finally saw his massive hairy pecs. He flexed them and moved closer to me. He leaned down (I'm only 5'11" and 160lbs) and put his huge hands around my sides. His thumbs caressed my nipples as he pulled me closer and his lips met mine. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me deep. My cock was rock hard now and throbbing. My hands rested on his massive forearms and slid up to his biceps. He tightened them while he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. I could feel his stache against my lips and nose, and started to bite at it. He groaned, and kissed me deeper, his hands finding my ass. With all the power that I knew was in those massive hands, he was real gentle. I felt his huge fingers find my tight hole andhe started circling it. I squeezed his pecs and he flexed them in my hands. "Yeah, baby! Feel those huge pecs. Squeeze that fuckin' muscle. It's all for you, baby." He stood back and unzipped his pants. He turned away as he pulled them down and I saw his huge hairy muscle ass. Hard and thick glutes topped his thick hamstrings and massive calves. He turned around slowly and I saw his cock, now half hard. It looked easily 10" and was only part way there. "I need your mouth on my muscle cock, buddy," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt down in front of him. His cock twitched and started flexing it. I hadn't touched it yet and was getting bigger - harder and longer and thicker. Twelve inches of massive muscle cock was flexing in front of my face. I reached out a held it. It was hard as steel. I put my mouth over the massive head and started to suck in as much as I could. I got about half way, but the thickness was too much. I started licking and stroking his cock. He just looked at me, watching my tongue glide up and down his shaft. He flexed his cock and it flew back out of my hand. Shit! Even his cock was strong! I sucked him for a few more minutes and then he pulled me up to his chest and kissed me again. I could feel his massive cock between my thighs pressing up and lifting my weight. "Mmmm, little buddy. I gotta show off for you, now, get you real hot and ready for me." He stood up from th bed and started posing, his huge 12" dick flexing and bobbing in front of him. He hit a double biceps pose and his massive arms exploded in size. He held that pose for a minute as he examined his own muscle, twisting his fists and forearms. He hit a front lat pose and his lats expanded like wings. I stood close and started feeling him in each pose. He just watched my hands roam over his massive, superhuman body. He hit a thigh and ab pose and the thick eight pack jumped out, bunching and twisting, quads like oak trees thick and hard. He turned around and hit a back lat pose and I gasped. His back expanded to at least 3 feet across and his ass was so tight and striated! God, my cock was throbbing looking at all that incredible size, incredible power and masculinity. He turned and faced me. "You want all this muscle makin' love to you, little buddy?" He flexed his cock and hit a lost muscular. Every muscle bulged with power. His traps were like mountains beside a bull thick neck. Shoulders broad and bunched with heavy muscle, massive pecs striated and bouncing, even in this pose and even through all that fucking hair. Forearms like twisted steel cables, massive and powerful. Big fists that could crush concrete blocks. I was ready to pass out and he moved closer, hitting the pose again, but surrounding me in it. I was enveloped by all that massive muscle. His cock pushed through my thighs and he stood up. My weight was easily lifted by the power in his massive muscle cock. "I gotta make love to you, little buddy," he said, and he put me on the bed. He kissed his way down my body, gently licking my nipples, my stomach and my cock. His fingers brushed and played with my tight hole. My hole twitched as he played with it and I groaned. He laughed a little and continued to work my hole. "Yeah, hot pussy, man! Hot fuckin' pussy for my cock. I gotta eat that fuckin tight pussy, little buddy, get you really loose for me, man." His tongue and fingers were working my hole. Every time he said "fuckin' hot pussy" I just about came. Finally his tongue was completely inside me, one massive hand supporting the small of my back. He tongue fucked me for what seemed like forever and my body shook with the skill of this massive muscle giant. He sat back and grabbed some lube. He lubed my ass with two fingers (easily bigger than nost of the men I'd had before) and lubed his massive cock with his other hand. Then very gently and very slowly he pressed against my hole. "Yeah, gonna fuck my little buddy. Gonna fuck you real slow, man. I want you to feel real good." My hands felt his massive shoulders and hairy pecs as he entered me. He kissed me really hard and made one last push. He was in! The whole 12" monster was deep inside me. His hands were feeling my body as he slowly fucked my ass. "Hot fuckin' pussy, man! Hot fuckin' boy pussy for my huge fuckin' meat. Feel these muscles while I make love to that tight hole, baby." He flexed his massive bicep near my face and I licked the thick sweaty muscle. My tongue found his sweaty pits and he groaned again. He fucked me long and deep with slow strokes, and I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out. "Gonna fuck the cum outta that cock, baby. Gonna make you feel real good with all this muscle, man. Yeah! You need a real fuckin' man huh? Feel that fuckin' muscle! FEEL MY FUCKIN' POWER, MAN!!" His fucking picked up the pace a little and i could feel him expanding inside me. My cock was throbbing madly and iI knew I was gonna shoot. He sat back and hit a double biceps pose and thrust into me firmly. I felt him flex his cock inside me and my own cock started shooting on my stomach. "YEAH! LITTLE BUDDY! FUCKIN' MY LITTLE BUDDY!!! BIG MUSCLEMAN FUCKIN' THAT TIGHT PUSSY! YEAHHHH!!!" He hit a most muscular pose with his cock deep in my ass. I could feel his cock expand even bigger inside me filling me completely and he started to cum in waves. His muscles tightening and he seemed to be getting even more pumped as he came in my ass. Finally he stopped and his huge muscle slowly pulled out of my spent hole. We were both sweating, but he lay there, his huge arms holding me from behind. "Yeah, little buddy. That was fuckin' good." He pressed his cock, still half hard between mmy thighs and I squeezed it. His huge bicep was like a pillow under my head, and he played with my softening cock in his big hairy hands.I could feel his hairy pecs bouncing against my back. "Mmmm," he said. "Next time, I'll have to show what all this fuckin' muscle can really do."

Part 1: “Annnnnnd Submit.” Zack relaxed back into his dorm room computer chair, pleased with himself that he finished his freshman year of college with straight A’s. His mom would be so proud he thought as he took a deep breath in. It was time to celebrate. *Hey, wanna go out and celebrate the end of the semester? Maybe try out our new fake ID’s* Zack texted his small friend group he had accrued while at school, being so far from home he had to make new friends, and damn did he get lucky. Coming in, his orientation group had an even mix of people, one guy who was here on a sports scholarship, a D1-A rugby player, another guy who was on a full ride academic scholarship in the pre-med program, and one guy who wasn’t extremely bright in other school subjects, but he was a tech guru. Although the four of them were incredibly different, they all seemed to fill a void in each others lives in just the right way. They had done everything together for the first few months of college, and now they had become inseparable. Chris, the athlete, Brian, the brains, Mark, the tech wiz, and Zack, the leader. Zack wasn’t entirely sure how he had become the leader of the pack, it just kind of happened, which was interesting. Chris was a big guy 6’2” and well over 200lbs, he was intimidating to look at, but kind to know. Brain was strikingly handsome, his jet black hair, high cheekbones, and sharp jawline, combined with his athletic swimmers body, he made for quite the sight. Last, Mark. Mark had come from a farm and he was pure corn fed beef; for a computer nerd, he looked more like a power lifter. Then there was Zack, little more than 5’6”, 120lbs soaking wet, the epitome of a twink. He felt he looked incredibly average, although anyone less humble would see just how striking he truly was. His brown hair contrasted incredibly with his dark olive green eyes, his jawline strong, and although he wasn’t very muscular, his body was toned. There was one other thing that set Zack apart from the rest of his crew, he was the only gay one. The other three were constantly chasing different girls, or sometimes the same ones, which Zack always found amusing. But when Zack had come out to them in those first weeks, they told him it wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t change a thing, they said all the right things. Now the only time it really gets brought up is when they go out and the other three try and push Zack to make a move on some other guy at the bar; the problem with that being, Zack was not only a virgin, but he wasn’t at all attracted to the guys that his friends would point out. Chris, Brian, and Mark would always point out more effeminate men, those who appeared at least, to be gay, but they weren’t Zack’s type. He was too embarrassed to admit to himself, much less anyone else what his type really was. But he knew, he loved giant muscle daddies. Towering figures thick with muscle and hair. But, he’d only ever seen pictures of men like this, they didn’t tend to hang around the college bars they frequented, and Zack was on no form to venture out on his own. *Sounds great, man! See you in 10!* Chris replied. *Same, I’ll come to your dorm in a few* Mark said. *I was already getting ready to head out, I’ll meet you all there* Brian chimed in. The messages coming in quick succession brought Zack back to reality, he quickly hopped up from his chair and got dressed in something a little more appealing than a white T-shirt that hung off his frame like a dress, and old sweatpants. No sooner than he had finished getting dressed, there were three short raps on his dorm room door. Opening it, Zack was met with the overwhelming scent of Axe and Old Spice, Chris and Mark pulled him out of the room. “We’re going to find you someone tonight!” Chris said. “We’ve been looking all semester, I think we’re ready to hook you up!” Mark added “You guys are always trying to get me to go home with some random dude.” Zack joked, “Why can’t I just go home with you guys.” Zack said this not as a question, but as a joke between them. They always joked that if they weren’t straight they’d live to date Zack, just be with their friend all the time, and Zack loved to play into that joke. “Yeah, right, I bet you would!” Chris said pushing Zack’s shoulder so he bumped into Mark. “One day we’ll find the right guy for you.” Mark said pulling Zack into his side when Zack bumped into him. “The real question is, when are YOU going to hook us up with some of your girlfriends?” Chris said. “Right, like I would let one of those girls ruin your lives.” Zack joked. “I’d love for Maria to ruin my life, you have to get me an oop.” Chris said, and Zack just laughed. There was no way he would hook those two up, Maria was a menace to society, although beautiful, Zack couldn’t imagine the two of them together. “Our ride is here.” Mark said, as Brian pulled up in his car. The three piled in, and they headed to the bar. Parking a few blocks away they got out, and headed down the strip. They were on their way to a new bar that had just opened, it promised to be a great time. They hopped in line, and chatted while they waited. Chris showed his ID, the bouncer looked at them both once and let Chris in. The bouncer then took Mark’s ID, barely glanced at it, and let Mark in. Brian handed over his ID and the bouncer just looked and waved him in. The three headed to the bar to claim a place. Zack handed his ID to the bouncer, who took it and examined it closely. “Robert Jones, 22.” The bouncer said as the flipped the ID over and over in his hands. Zack relaxed, this ID had worked so many times before, he had no reason to doubt it now. Then the bouncer pulled out a black light pen, and began to wave it over the ID, carefully looking at the markings. “This ain’t real.” The bouncer said, eyeing Zack. “What? Of course it is!” Zack insisted. “Lying about it too?” “I’m not lying, that’s my real ID, how can I prove it.” “You don’t need to, I know it’s fake.” The bouncer then shown the light over the ID and in the black light, Zack couldn’t see a thing. “So there’s nothing on it.” “Exactly.” Said the bouncer, “There’s no marking, and, you just lied to a police officer.” Blood drained from Zack’s face, he broke out in a sweat, his vision tunneled, and his legs grew weak. “What?!” He exclaimed. “Yeah, they hired some extra muscle for tonight to weed out all the fakes in this college town, and looks like I found one.” The bouncer grabbed a walkie-talkie from his waist and called into it, Zack couldn’t hear what from the blood pumping in his ears. Within seconds, two police officers walked out from around the corner of the bar, “Alright look, here’s your choices. You can go kindly with them, they wont cuff you or anything, I’ll keep the ID, they’ll take you in and you’ll need a guardian to come pick you up, and you’ll get a ticket. Or, you can try to run and resist and we can do it the hard way.” Right, like it was even really a choice. Zack followed the two officers around the block. One opened the door for him, and he climbed in the back of the squad car. “Can I message my friends so they don’t worry about me?” The two cops in the front of the car exchanged glances, “Sure, kid.” And they sped off. *Hey guys, I actually went to spend some time with the bouncer from outside, his shift just ended. I’m going to have fun tonight, y’all go on without me* As he sent it, he wasn’t sure exactly why he lied, but too late now. Maybe he wanted to avoid the embarrassment and harassment of being caught. *Ohhh, so Zack likes guys like that?* Chris replied. *I believe they’re called bears* Brian said. “Alright kid, that’s enough texting, you’re under arrest after all.” And the rest of the ride was done in silence. At the police station, Zack was sat down and told he could call someone to come pick him up while the police worked out his ticket. He of course called his mother. “Hello?” She said, confused at the odd number calling her at this time of night. “Hi mom.” Zack said. “Zack, what’s wrong, you sound terrible? Why didn’t you call form your phone.” “I got arrested, I’m at the police station right now, they said you have to come pick me up.” No need in beating around the bush, Zack thought. “What?!” His mom said, “Why?!” “I got caught with a fake ID at a bar, they’re just giving me a ticket, but said an adult had to come pick me up.” A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. “Look, I’m on a business trip for the next two weeks, I’m across the country I can’t come get you.” “They won’t let me leave without and adult!” Zack said, the situation becoming more and more confusing to him. “Let me put you on hold one second.” His mom said. “Wait I….” And then a holding tone played over the phone speaker. Zack looked over to the two officers who had brought him in, one was looking at a computer and the other way giving him a death stare. He did everything he could to calm down, and to look like he was still talking to someone. The phone clicked back. “Okay look. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, but I’ve been seeing someone. He’s at his home, and he said he will come and get you. He will be there in 30 minutes, he lives about halfway between our house and your school. His name is Henry.” This didn’t really surprise Zack, he knew his mom had been seeing someone, but he knew nothing else about the man, he wanted his mom to come to him about it in her own time, so much for that. “Okay.” Zack said. “Now, look, you have to be nice to him even if you aren’t okay with me dating.” “I knew you were dating mom, I will be kind. He’s doing me a huge favor after all.” “Alright, I have to go now, I have an early morning meeting. Send me a message when you get to Henry’s house and let me know you’re safe.” “Okay mom, love you, bye.” “Love you too.” And they hung up the phone. The next thirty minutes proceeded at a snails pace, inching along minute by agonizing minute. After about 25 minutes the two officers came back over to Zack and handed him his ticket, had a brief talk with him about how what he had done was wrong and how he was getting off easy. Zack told them about Henry coming to pick him up, and they looked satisfied with that answer. The two officers left and Zack was alone waiting for the mystery boyfriend to show up and rescue him. Ch. 2 Promptly 5 minutes later, a police officer came back and he looked white as a ghost, “Zack, your, uh, step-dad is here to get you.” Step-dad? The police officer led Zack out to the front. Initially he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and then he saw him. As he rose from the chair he was sitting in, one of the double sized handicap chairs but it looked still too small. Rising out of the chair was a mountain of a man, he was wearing a plain t-shirt which was pulled tight over his broad chest, and clung tight to his bulging arm muscles. It hung loose around his waist as his body tapered from the wide chest down. His legs were stuffed into a pair of dark colored jeans, which had been rubbed to a light color between his huge thighs, and the front of the jeans bulging obscenely where it appeared the man had shoved a ripe honeydew melon. As the man rose from the chair, his height became apparent as he towered over ever officer in the station. His strong jawline marked by a thick dark beard, moving up to a pair of crystal blue eyes, and a cropped military style haircut. “Mr. Branson, here’s your step-son.” One officer said, pushing Zack forward as if he didn’t want to get a step closer to the intimidating figure. “Thank you officer, is there anything else we need to do before we leave?” The mans voice was deep, sending a rumble through Zack’s body and vibrating him to his core. “No sir. You two are good to go.” The huge man looked down at Zack, leaning forward as he attempted to peer over his huge pecs at the smaller man, “Let’s go.” he said in a short, gruff manor. The man walked out the front doors, turning slightly as he did because his wide shoulders threatened to hit each side of the doorframe. Zack walked behind the monster, trying and failing not to stare at the global sized muscled ass inside the jeans. The huge mountains moved in rhythm as the man walked towards his truck. At a large, lifted, black truck the man stopped, and unlocked the car. He walked over to the drivers side, and Zack was left trying to climb on the sidestep to reach the door handle and then jump up to actually get in the huge vehicle. Once he was in his seat, the man lifted his body in the car, his hefty weight causing the suspension to shake and lean a bit to the drivers side. The man took a deep breath, and then reached out one huge hand to Zack, “Hi, I’m Henry.” Zack looked at the hand, and then grasped it with his own, it was hard and calloused, and completely enveloped his own. “It’s nice to meet you.” The man smiled slightly at Zack, “So, a fake ID huh? That’s pretty embarrassing to get caught with.” Zack was unsure if he was genuine or what exactly he was trying to convey, “I guess, it worked before, but I guess I ran out of luck.” “Well, you mom seemed pretty pissed about it.” “Right, that cop called you my step-dad, so are you and my mom…” “No, we just started dating a few weeks ago, I figured if I told the cops that they’d let us out quicker, and for some reason, people have a hard time mustering up the courage to challenge me when I say things.” Henry said this as he put the truck in reverse and began to leave the station. Zack sat quietly for a while, mustering all of his will power to not get a boner over this man. He was a walking sex dream for Zack, his ideal man, but it HAD to be the man his mom was dating. “So, since we have to spend the next few weeks together,” Henry began, “tell me about yourself. Your mom said we could use this time to get to know each other.” Zack took a moment to gather his thoughts. The deep rumbling bass of Henry’s voice still sending shivers up Zack’s spine. “Well, I just finished freshman year. I’m a math major. I used to swim back in high school. Uhhhh, i don’t know what all do you want to know about me?” “A math major, huh? So you’re pretty good with numbers?” “I guess you could say that, I got an A in all of my classes.” “What kind of job do you hope to get with that degree?” “Well, I’d love to be an actuary, but realistically I’ll probably be in finance.” “Sounds like you’ve really got some plans for yourself then. Tell me. Did those include getting arrested?” Zack looked over at Henry, a bit struck my the directness of the question. Even more struck though at the way the seatbelt dug into the deep crevice between his massive pecs, pulling the shirt tighter around them and causing his big nipples to poke into the shirt. “Relax, kid. I’m just joking. Your mom is the one upset that you got arrested, I could care less.” “Well, I didn’t plan on getting arrested, I’m just glad I won’t have a mugshot.” Zack paused, mustered up the courage then ventured, “Tell me about yourself.” Henry looked over slightly and raised an eyebrow at Zack. “Well, I’m ex Air Force. I retired a little over a year ago, and now I’m working on becoming a commercial pilot. I met your mom just a few months ago, but we started dating officially a couple weeks ago, but she seems to be gone a lot on business…” Henry trailed off, so Zack decided to pick up the conversation. “The Air Force, I guess you were a pilot there?” “Sure was, I got a bit too big to fit in a fighter jet, so now I’m thinking I could keep flying in huge cargo planes or something. You know with enough shoulder room ha ha.” “Too big to fly a fighter jet?” The question about his size slipped out of Zack’s mouth before he could stop it. “Yes. The military sets the height limit at 6’5”, and the weight limit at about 300lbs. After I was too tall, too wide, and too heavy, they grounded me. But I can still fly larger planes, and I’m damn good at it too.” “So how did you and my mom meet?” “She was consulting for the airline I’m trying to work for. She came in to help with some operational changes and we just kind of hit it off. With both of us traveling, me for pilot training and her for consulting, we only had a few really good dates, but eventually we got together.” Zack sat on this for a moment, before he posed his next question. “So do you know what’s going to happen to me now?” “Well, you got a ticket, so you’ll pay the fine and be done with it. But I’m under strict orders from your mother to keep you grounded at my house until she gets back in two weeks. So I guess at least for the next few weeks you’ll be helping me with chores and things. Maybe I can do a little military boot camp for you, help you reform your delinquent ways.” Henry flashed a smile at Zack, and Zack wasn’t sure if it was meant to sell a joke, or if there was some hidden meaning. Zack looked out the window, realizing that for quite a while they had been driving in a deeply forested area, a single lane road completely taken up by Henry’s large truck. As they drove the flash of the sun through the trees intermittently breaking up the deep shade from the mature trees covering the road. Henry slowed down the truck, and pulled off on a dark paved drive, it wound down deeper into the woods, and Zack could see a clearing up ahead. Henry pulled up into a large drive. The cabin that lie deep in the woods looked impeccable, the dark planks of wood evenly sanded and stained, the wrap around porch adorned with well kept flowers, landscaping added to the beauty of the home. “Well, lets get inside and get some rest, it’s late. Tomorrow we can head back to your dorm and get your things.” They walked into the cabin, the inside no less beautiful than the outside. The home was immaculately clean, the hardwood floors shining with polish, the deep brown leather of the furniture smooth and well kept. The inside of the cabin smelled faintly of wood smoke, and musk. Zack followed Henry down the narrow halls of the dark cabin, noticing how he shuffled slightly to the side as his wide shoulders refused to let him walk directly down the hall. Henry stopped at the first door to the right, “Here’s your room. There isn’t much in here besides a bet. The only bathroom is down the hall across from my room, I’ll leave the light in in case you need it. We’re leaving out of here early tomorrow to go get your things. I’d like to get that over with because I have other things to do tomorrow, but at least now I’ll have some help.” Henry left the doorway and continued down the hallway into the darkness and closing a heavy door behind him. Zack felt his way around the room, looking for a light. His eyes slowly adjusted to the moonlight coming through a window on the far wall. He saw a small twin bed and collapsed onto it. The thick mattress immediately sinking to his form and the soft blanket on the top feeling cool against his skin. This had been a long night, and Zack fell to sleep as he lie. That night Zack dreamed of Henry, he could only recall bits and pieces of each dream, but in each one Henry seemed to be larger and larger, until he awoke with a start. Ch 3. Henry pushed the door open to the room. Bright sunlight was pouring in through the window and landing on Henry as he stood in the doorway. “Time to get up, boy.” He said, his deep gruff voice seemingly even deeper this morning as if his throat were dry. Zack rolled over and opened his eyes more, adjusting to the light. Henry was in the doorway, his body clearly wider and taller than the small cabin doorframe, the top of his head cut off and his chest expanding from side to side, his arms out of sight. He looked huge in the light of the morning sun. He was wearing a light green military t shirt, the fabric cling to his body exposing his abs, and gathering up under his heavy overhanging pecs. The shirt was stretched and ruffled as Henry took a deep breath in, impatient. “I said, time to GET UP!” And Henry slammed a hand on the wall outside the door, causing it to shake and Zack jumped from bed. “Go get ready and meet me in the kitchen, quickly now, we have shit to do today.” Henry disappeared down the hallway, and Zack sat feeling his heart thrum in his chest for a moment.” He walked down the hallway to the bathroom, hearing the clang of dishes in the kitchen. In the bathroom, it was small, enough room for a toilet, a sink with some storage, a shower that was odd in that it had no sides or doors, just a spout from the roof, and a drain below. Zack noticed the tiled floor sloped in the bathroom to funnel into the shower, but it was just an odd corner. The last thing he noticed was a hamper, full of what Zack assumed to be dirty clothes. As Zack moved towards the shower to figure out how it worked, he noticed lying on top of the clothes pile, was a pair of huge briefs. No. He had literally just met Henry, and it was his mom’s boyfriend, he knew he shouldn’t even think about touching them, but something about the way they were placed, it’s like he was meant to see them. He turned on the shower to hide the sound of his next move. He walked out the hamper and grabbed the oversized underwear. The elastic waistband was stretched and weak, the leg holes had rips and tears up the sides. The backside of the briefs had small rips and tears abound as if they struggled to contain the ass that wore them, and the front pouch looked as if it had been permanently altered, hanging loose and low off of the rest of the brief, like it needed to be filled to the max to fit correctly. A knock on the door started him, he felt his soul leave his body as if he were caught. “Don’t waste the hot water, the tank isn’t very big, hurry up and let’s go.” Henry didn’t beat around the bush, his military background spoke for itself in his discipline and demeanor. Zack quickly showered and redressed in the same clothes from the night before, exiting the bathroom, he smelled breakfast, the scent of bacon, eggs, and toast coming down the hallway to greet him. He walked down the hall and into the open area where the kitchen was and saw Henry sitting at the table reading a news paper. His heavy body relaxed in a wooden chair. “Bout time you got out here, let’s eat.” Henry put down the newspaper and Zack noticed the way his heavy chest sat in the shirt, as he sat forward to eat the food piled on the plate before him, his chest rested on the table, mountains of power contained within the thin green fabric of his shirt. Zack sat down, not hungry, but also a bit afraid to not accept the offering of food from this giant. He made a plate and quickly ate what he could. When they finished Henry placed the plates into the dishwasher and they got in the truck to head to Zack’s dorm. Zack sat quietly for the majority of the ride. He had had the slightest taste of Henry’s anger this morning and he was just a bit afraid of upsetting him. “You’ve got to relax.” Henry said from the drivers seat. “What do you mean?” Zack replied, feigning ignorance. “Ever since I raised my voice a bit this morning you’ve been acting like a puppy that was scolded.” “Sorry, i just got yelled at a lot as a kid by my dad, guess I haven’t really gotten over it.” “Ah, daddy issues, huh?” Henry said in a teasing tone. Zack shifted uneasily in the large truck seat. Henry reached a large hand over and patted Zack on the chest and patted him hard a few times; Zack noticed that Henry’s hand took up so much of his torso, his hand was huge. The thumps on his chest made a deep hollow thumping sound, it didn’t hurt but it absolutely didn’t feel great. “I told you to relax, just a joke. You’re wound a little tight aren’t ya?” Zack wasn’t sure how to reply so he just chuckled as tried to let it all roll off his back. As they pulled up to the dorm, Zack saw other students were moving their things out today as well. As chance would have it, Chris and his family were there as well, helping Chris to load his things in their SUV. Zack saw Chris as he got out of the truck. “Dude!” Chris called as he strode over to Zack, “What happened last night?!” Zack looked down at the ground, embarrassed, then he felt a huge hand land heavily on his shoulder and grip him slightly. “Little guy got arrested.” Henry said with a cavalier style that somehow put Zack at ease. Chris’s eyes popped out of his skull as he looked up at the towering figure standing next to Zack. “Henry Branson, I’m Zack’s step-dad, nice to meet you…” Henry stuck out his other huge paw for Chris to shake. The big stud on campus reached a shaky hand out and gripped Henry’s, but Henry’s hand even swallowed a big hand like Chris’. “Hi, I uh, I’m Chris, Zack’s friend.” “We’re you one of the others out with him last night when he got arrested?” Chris’s expression changed as he quickly shifted his gaze to Zack, although not for long before he went back to clearly admiring Henry’s physique. “You got arrested, I thought you said…” Chris began, before Zack cut him off. “Doesn’t matter what I said. I got caught at the door and taken in, end of story.” Zack shot daggers at Chris, trying to get him to shut up before he outed him to Henry. Zack wasn’t sure, but something told him Henry wouldn’t take too kindly to Zack being gay. Chris could have cared less, he was too busy still gawking at Henry. “You enjoying the gun show, kid.” Henry said to Chris, “You look like you workout a bit too.” Chris blushed, “I do my best, tryna look like you one day. You’re massive.” Henry looked down over his thick pecs at Chris, the tall athlete dwarfed by his mass, “Maybe I can get Zack here to workout with me this summer, then y’all could workout together using my program.” “That’d be awesome!” Chris said, ecstatic. “Well, I don’t want to be here all day, Zack, let’s go pack your shit and get gone.” “Good seeing you Chris.” Zack said as Henry led him away. “You too.” Chris said, trying with every fiber of his straight being not to stare at the global sized ass Henry had bouncing in his pants. “He seemed nice, a little jumpy, and he liked to stare. I guess that’s why you two make such good friends.” Zack stayed quiet as he led Henry up to his dorm. As they got closer, Zack remembered his weed stash he kept and he quickly began to plan how he would get it out without arousing Henry’s suspicion, something told him Henry wouldn’t be a huge fan of weed. They entered his dorm and Henry looked comically large in the small confined room. As the two moved around they would occasionally bump into each other, and Zack could feel the rock hard muscle that apparently covered his entire body. “God, look how small you are.” Henry said as he held up one of Zack’s shirts with his university logo on it. As he held up the size small shirt to his XXXL body, the size difference between them was more apparent. Barely covering the middle of his wide chest and not coming down far on his torso. He laughed quietly as he helped Zack pack his clothes, every few items he would hold them up to his body. He picked opened Zack’s sock and underwear drawer and packed them away, holding up one pair of underwear to his body, the small little briefs barely enough to cover his crotch. Zack looked and internally whimpered, picturing what Henry would look like in only a pair of tight underwear. They finished packing up all of Zack’s clothes into totes, “Alright, I’ll take these to the car. You go ahead and pack up the last of your things, let’s get this done.” With that Henry squatted down low and grabbed the stack of totes and lifted. Showing no strain in the effort of lifting it. As he walked through the doorway with the stack of totes, Zack got to work hiding the tiny container of weed, a pipe, some papers, and a lighter. Luckily he kept them in an airtight container, but they needed to be hidden among his other belongings. As Zack finished packing up the last few boxes of everything on his desk and under his bed, Henry returned. The heat had gotten to him and he had broken a sweat, dark stains in his armpits, below his overhanging pecs, and in a v pattern down his back. “Let me get those!” Henry insisted, lifting the rest of the boxes with as much ease as he had done before. As they headed out, Zack turned out his light, and shut his door. Even though he’d be back in the fall, it felt like a finality, locking the door and leaving, following Henry out. As they drove home, they made small talk, Zack felt he was slowly getting Henry to warm up to him, but he could never be sure. Henry’s distant and gruff attitude and tone made it hard for Zack to know if he was still annoyed with picking him up from jail or if he was actually relaxing. When they pulled up to Henry’s cabin, the big man got out and and began to unload Zack’s things. Zack went to the back to help, “Let me get this, you’ll slow me down. Why don’t you go inside and start unpacking things as I bring them to your room.” In two quick trips Henry had unloaded all of Zack’s things and sat them in his room. “Go ahead and finish unpacking, I’m going to go shower. I got a bit sweaty.” As Zack unpacked his things, he decided to spend some time jerking off. He’d been around Henry for less than 24 hours and already he had felt his cock hard and leaking in his pants any time he was close to the monster of a man. He pulled his pants down and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally undress Henry, his big hairy mass spilling from his tight clothes, his huge cock coiled in his pants ready to burst free. He stroked his cock and then he shot his load onto his stomach. It didn’t take him long with how horny Henry made him, but he was also ashamed of the tiny amount of cum that had come from his small cock. He quickly cleaned up and relaxed, thinking that now he would be able to be near Henry without constant thoughts of being thrown around by the man. Zack heard the shower turn off, followed by heavy wet thumping on the wooden boards in the hall. Zack’s heart raced, all he had to do was go in the hallway and he could see Henry shirtless, in a towel. Damn, that thought got him hard again, already. He had to control it, Henry couldn’t ever find out how Zack saw him. A few moments later there was a heavy knock on his door, his s.” heart lept as Henry pushed open the door. He was wearing a tight t shirt again and a pair of sweatpants, the grey material pulled tight over his hulking thighs, half a basketball shoved into the front of his pants. “I’m going to go workout, do you want to come? You look like you could use some meat on your bones.” Zack toyed with the idea for a moment, but decided that if he was to gain favor with Henry, the gym may just be the place to do that. “Sure. I’ve never worked out thought.” Zack admitted. “I had assumed that, I’ll show you the ropes” Henry said playfully, a slight smile gracing his face. “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.” As Zack dressed, he began to wonder where this gym was. Surely Henry didn’t drive all the way into town, but this cabin was far too small to hold a gym, Zack was sure he’s have see it by now. He slipped on a tank top and met to meet Henry. “Follow me.” Henry said before Zack could even ask his question. Henry walked out the back door, Zack followed behind him, watching the big masses of each of his glutes bounce inside his tight sweatpants, slightly wedging between his deep asscrack, showing off even more of the robust shape. Henry walked down a stone path that led into the thick tree line and into the dark shaded woods. The afternoon humid air weighing heavy on Zack as he walked outside, and the immediate relief was incredible when he walked into the shade. Henry wound around a path roughly cut into the trees, the stones along the path each large and flat, making a smooth walkway along the forest floor. As they kept walking, Zack noticed a large metal building in a clearing ahead. As they got closer he observed it was a long metal pole bard, with plain silver metal covering the outside of the structure. A porch was erected at the front with some outdoor seating, a grill, a fire pit, and a small fridge. Henry walked into the barn and turned on the light, flooding the dark shaded forest area with a reflective light from the windows. Zack walked in behind Henry and his jaw dropped. It was a whole gym, complete with everything someone could want, the walls were covered in mirrors, and in one corner was a large sound system. Henry walked over and turned on some classic rock as Zack continued to take in the amount of equipment in the room. He also noticed a door at the back, it didn’t seem like the back wall was far enough back to take up the full length of the barn, he wondered what might be behind the door. Henry snapped him back to the present. “Pretty nice set-up right?” Henry said, putting his hands on his hips, standing tall and looking proud of his home gym. “It’s incredible, there’s so much in here.” “Thanks bud, I’ve been collecting for years. Now. Today is chest day, so we will start by learning and practicing those exercises.” ‘Bud’? Did Henry just call him ‘Bud’? That sounded way too friendly, he was excited to be seeming to be on Henry’s good side, but also apprehensive about the apparent sudden change in attitude. Henry walked over to a bench, the bar bending with the weight of several 45lb plates on each side. “Alright, I’ll start, show you the form, and then you can give it a try, okay?” “Sounds good to me!” Zack said. Henry lie back on the bench, his huge form dwarfing the bench, as he lie down the mountains and valleys of his muscles we’re on full display, his huge pecs piling up, the valley between then covered by the stretched T-shirt, the grooves of his abs visible in the tight shirt. The big bulge rising up in his sweatpants, his massive quads pressing against the sweatpants, pushing them out in every direction. “Alright, so the key here is the grip and feet.” Henry spoke in his deep enthralling voice, and Zack observed the wide grip he placed on the bar. “You want to place your feet comfortably on the floor, they’re going to give you a solid base to work from.” Zack looked and saw Henry’s large gym shoes positioning on the floor. He was too tall to place them on either side of the bench, but where his long legs extended off the edge of the bench, but they were firmly planted wide. “next, you want to position yourself under the bar, there’s more to it than this, but starting out just position the bar right above your nipples.” As he said it Henry exaggerated the point by tracing from his thick nipples up to right in front of the bar. Zack tried to pay attention but it seemed like Henry’s nipples were getting hard and engorged. They looked like two big eraser tips under his tight shirt, forcing their way forward and mesmerizing Zack. “Last, make sure that you get the grip right, look how far apart my hands are, find a spot on the bar and work with it.” Flexing his large hands around the bar Henry arched his back and lifted the weight off the rack. “Once you have it up, make sure you bring it down evenly, directly straight down.”He was lifting so much weight and still able to talk normally. he took a deep breath in, expanding his chest, and slowly lowering the bar until he just gently touched his chest. “Notice how my elbows are. They aren’t bowed out, but they’re nice and level. Also important, remember to breath.” As he said it Henry released the air from his lungs and pushed the bar back up. He repeated this whole process over and over and over. Zack was intently focused, but not on the form or breathing pattern, but mainly on the pump that was exuding from his huge chest. Finally Henry racked the weight. “Alright, are you ready for your turn?” Henry said as he sat up and looked back at Zack. “We might need to take some of that weight off first.” Henry laughed, “Don’t worry, I have another bench over there, the bar is about 50 lbs, so we will just use that to practice your form.” Zack walked over to the bench and lie down, he tried to remember his feet positioning, hand positioning, taking a breath. As he settled into the bench, Henry appeared over his head. Laying down and looking up, Zack’s field of vision consisted of Henry’s heavy bulge, and protruding out past that were his swollen pecs. It was perfect, Zack thought, he could lay here forever and be happy just staring at this view. Henry was so tall, that his bulge was elevated above Zack’s head, but as he squatted down to place his hands around the bar as well, the package got closer and closer to Zack’s face. Then it stopped, “This is how you spot someone, just have a loose grip under the bar, and a strong stance, ready to help if they need it.” Zack took his breath and lifted the rod off the rack, it was heavier than he expected and his hands weren’t exactly centered right, the bar wobbled and tilted falling towards him as he lost grip. Suddenly he felt a heavy hot pressure on his face, something huge laying on his entire face, covering from his forehead to his mouth. But the weight of the bar was gone, and quickly he realized what had happened. He had almost dropped the bar, Henry caught it, and in his effort to get low enough to catch the bar, he had smothered Zack with his monster bulge, which now seemed ever bigger than before. Zack sat up quickly as his cock responded immediately, hard as a rock. He quickly and quietly adjusted himself. “What was that?” Henry said. “Sorry, it was my first time, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.” “That’s okay, your first time is always rough. Why don’t you lay back and try again.” Henry sounded so encouraging, Zack followed the command and retried. As he got ready to lift the bar, Henry lowered himself close to Zack, his bulge so close if Zack stuck out his tongue he could lick it. “Alright, I’m ready this time. I got you, just remember how I did it and do your best.” Zack lifted the bar and focused on his form, Henry was steadying the bar and guiding it down evenly as Zack got the hang of the motion. After 10 reps, Zack was doing it on his own, and then he racked the weight. “Congratulations, that was good!” Henry said, patting Zack on his chest with one huge hand as Zack still lay on the bench. After a few more sets each, they moved to another exercise. For this one, Henry sat on an inclined bench and grabbed cables from each side, and brought the up together above his chest, his shirt bunching up and gathering between his pecs as he did, each time he lowered them and spread his chest, the release of his shirt showed more and more sweat soaking into the fabric. Zack sat on the incline bench for his turn. “Take your shirt off for me, let me see if you’re working the right part of your chest as you do this.” Zack looked confused, because he was, “Oh relax, take it off or I’ll take it off of you.” Zack considered for a split second on insisting that Henry rip his shirt off of him, but decided it was probably best not to poke a bear. He took his shirt off and assumed position, Henry adjusted the weight, and Zack worked the cables. Henry stood over Zack, and felt his chest as he worked the weight. “Good, you’re getting good form for your inner chest.” Zack did everything he could to fight his hornyness as Henry stood over him with his hands on his body. They continued their workout. Henry showing Zack new exercises, Zack working to impress Henry. Until Zack heard a rip. Henry was lying on the bench, pressing what Zack estimated to be over 1000lbs, with 12, 45lb plates on each side of his special bench bar. As Henry lowered the bar, his shirt rippled along the side of his chest, leaving a huge gash in his shirt along the side. “DAMMIT!” Henry said as he racked the bar and sat up. “I bought two sizes too big a month ago and I still ripped it. Fuck!” As he said it Henry inspected the damage to the shirt, his huge chest still trying to force it’s way out of the shirt, every move he made causing the rip to get bigger and bigger. Henry looked in the mirror at his chest, and flexed his biceps, the two cannons splitting the sleeves from the end up to his shoulders as his massive biceps forced their way out of the shirt, a large vein popping up from the head of each bicep, a clear split showing the separation from his massive tricep and rock hard bicep clear and defined. “I think it’s time we call it a day, if I’m ripping out of this shirt like the hulk I think that’s a good workout.” Henry said, nonchalant about his size ballooning from the exertion of the workout. “I agree, thank you for teaching me.” Zack replied. “That’s just the beginning, I’m going to show you so much more.” Zack stopped as Henry walked out of the gym and headed back to the house. He knew what he meant, he was going to show him more exercises in the gym, but in Zack’s horny mind he heard it very differently. His mouth had run dry and his mind ran wild as he imagined different scenarios with Henry, in every one of them the huge man towered over him, flexing his godly muscles. Getting back into the house, Henry made two protein shakes, one regular for Zack, and one that was in a half gallon jug for himself. As he chugged down the shake, little drops spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his lips down into his shirt, the fabric covering his huge chest absorbing the liquid. “Ah, that’s some good shit.” Henry said, placing his jug heavily on the counter, empty of its contents. Zack was still working on sipping through his, it tasted alright but it was so thick. “So, Zack. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.” Zack paused drinking and looked up. “Will you wipe that scared puppy dog look off your face, relax.” Henry’s booming voice and pumped muscles brought little comfort to Zack, he was terrified of what Henry might do to him if he noticed how Zack was looking at him. He did his best though to place a neutral expression on his face. “So, your mom broke up with me this morning.” Henry said. Zack was a bit taken aback. Why had his mom not told him or mentioned it, why was ?henry still housing him, why had she broken up with this pure hunk. “W, w, what happened?” Zack said trying to formulate and order his questions in a coherent fashion. “Well, she found someone else on her trip, someone she works with I guess because she said she’d get to spend more time with him.” Henry must have picked up on the further questions Zack had because he launched into a longer explanation with no prompting. “While we were talking she said you can go and stay at her house until she comes home, but I offered to let you stay here with me for the rest of the two weeks. We just moved your stuff, I don’t particularly want to do it again.” Henry paused, examining Zack for his reaction, but Zack continued to stare down into his half drank protein shake. “Plus…” Henry began again, “I’ve enjoyed having someone here with me. I enjoy my space, but it does get quiet out here. So if you’d like, you can stay until the end of the two weeks. If not, I understand and we can move you back to your moms’ tomorrow.” “I’d love to stay.” Zack said quickly, before he even realized he had said it. Shit, he’d shown his cards, now Henry would know, he’d see right through him. “Wonderful!” Henry said, throwing his arms in the air. “I think we should celebrate. After all, I’m single again, and you get a nice vacation now.” “Celebrate?” Zack asked. “Yeah, come on!” Henry said, leaving out the back door and heading back towards his gym. Zack followed him, listening to his bare feet slap heavily against the stones making up the path. At the building, Henry bent over quickly giving Zack the chance to appreciate the truly huge size of the two ass cheeks struggling to rip out of those sweatpants. Then Henry stood back up and turned around and offered a beer to Zack. Zack hesitated as if it was a trick or a test. “For the last time, relax.” Henry said, a commanding military tone taking his voice, and Zack quickly grabbed the beer from his big mitt, obediently following direction without a second, or even a first thought. Henry cracked open his beer, and sat down into one of the chairs on the porch, the thick wood creaking and cracking under his weight. Zack followed suit and sat as well, the oversized chair practically surrounding his small frame. “Maybe a beer or two will help you relax, you’re always so tense. Are you always like this?” Zack froze, unsure how to respond, but he decided being honest, or at least partially honest, was the best course of action with Henry. “You’re a little intimidating.” “A little?” Henry said, looking over to Zack. He then leaned forward and over towards Zack. He balled his fist and flexed his bicep. The peak rising up in front of Zack’s face. As Henry slowly flexed his arm, the rising mound of muscle began to eclipse his vision, veins popping out and running like thick cords long the rock hard bicep. Henry moved his huge flexed arm within inches of Zack’s face and repeated, “a little?” Zack focused, his cock rock hard in his pants, all of the blood leaving his brain and rushing to his dick as he struggled to not only form a reply, but to make sure that Henry didn’t notice his hard-on; not that he had to worry much due to his small size, but still. “Okay, you’re huge, you were in the military, I just met you, and you’re huge.” Dammit, half a beer had gone to his head already, he said it twice, he was going to know exactly how Zack felt. “Well, relax. I may be loud, but I’d never hurt you. I never even really get mad, I usually just fake it to get things done, like this morning. Sure got you out of bed quick didn’t it?” As he said it, Henry chuckled. Zack laughed along, his anxiety lowering, maybe he had just been paranoid. As they continued to talk, Henry pounded beer after beer, clearly enjoying his ‘celebration’. Zack slowly worked on his second, sipping slowly, he’d always been made fun of for being a lightweight in college. After a solid 7-8 beers, Henry stood. “You’re good with numbers right?” He said looking down at Zack. “I’m a math major, so yeah.” Zack replied, the alcohol finally allowing him to truly loosen up around Henry. “How bout you help me measure my chest and arms. I still feel this crazy pump from our workout. I feel fucking huge. I need to know if I’m still getting bigger.” Zack’s cock ached in his pants as he prepared himself, “Sure.” He said, ever so careful as to not seem too eager and excited. Henry stood up, “Woahhh.” The big man said as he reached out and grabbed the chair for some support, “Those beers made me a bit dizzy to stand up so fast.” He laughed and then walked into the gym. On the far wall Henry grabbed a tape measure and a notebook. He walked back across the gym and approached Zack. As he walked, Zack couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge in his pants swinging back and forth, the huge quads behind it shoving the package forward and left and right as he walked, like a basketball bouncing in his pants. Zack steeled himself, he could get through this without fucking up, he knew it. Henry reached his hands out and handed Zack the tape measure and the notebook. The notebook was a tattered old college ruled notebook with a red cardboard cover, and a pencil stuck in the metal spiral wiring. “After you measure, be sure to write it down in there so I can keep track.” Henry lowered himself to the ground and began to pump out push-ups, as Zack opened the notebook. He saw an array of numbers listed in various columns on page after page. Each column was a different body part, and with each dated measurement the numbers increased. Zack looked and saw many years ago when Henry had first started keeping track. He was 6’1”, 165lbs, he was tall, but so tiny. He got taller and heavier, Zack flipped the pages, imagining Henry growing as he got closer to the most recent pages. He noticed at some point that the measurement days got further and further apart, but the gains stayed consistent. Close to the back of the notebook, a new column had been added, it was just labeled “S/H/G”, each of the measurements under this column were formatted as such too. Henry was still on the floor pumping out push-ups, switching his hand positions every so often to target a different muscle group. Zack flipped to the most recent page. It had been months since Henry had measured. Height: 6’4” Weight: 270lbs Chest: 64inches Biceps: 22 inches Waist: 34 inches Shoe: 14 Thighs: 28 inches S/H/G: 6/10/7 Aside from the last three numbers, Zack got a pretty good idea for how much Henry had grown over the past several months. Henry stood up, his huge chest heaving, the shirt still ripped and torn as his massive muscled chest pushed against it, begging for release. “Arms first.” Henry said, hauling his huge cannon bicep in front of Zack’s face again. “25 inches.” Zack read off. “And this one.” Henry said shifting his mass and pumping his right arm a few times, just inches away from Zack’s face. “25.2 inches.” Henry stood up and flexed in a front double bicep pose, the sleeves ripping just a bit more, tearing back to expose his broad shoulders, “Fuck yeah, still symmetrical as hell!” “Alright, now the chest.” As Henry said this he bounced his ballooned out pecs under the tight shirt. Uncontrollably, Zack salivated, but he was careful to keep it in his mouth. As Zack stood in front of Henry, he was face to face with the monster chest, his nose aligned to the deep covered crevice between Henry’s two huge chest muscles. Zack stretched the tape measure out, leaning in and reaching his arms around Henry’s relaxed body. As Zack tried to grasp the tape measure behind Henry’s back, Zack just found more and more back with each stretch, he couldn’t get his arms all the way around the big man. As he leaned in closer, he felt a warm ball press against his stomach. He quickly drew back, knowing he had just rubbed his body against Henry’s swollen cock. “What the fuck kid.” Henry said. Zack almost passed out, his legs went numb, this was it, Henry had found him out. “Lean in here and get this tape measure around me so I can flex!” He said, his tone commanding, demanding Zack to obey. Zack leaned in again, this time once his stomach made contact with the covered python in Henry’s pants, he continued to lean in, pressing his face closer and closer to Henry’s heaving pecs. Finally his cheek made contact with one of the solid mounds of muscle. He could smell Henry’s musk as he leaned in, the scent of some cologne and white soap, mixed with the primal smell of sweat. Zack’s cock was solid in his pants still, and he was doing everything he could to not let it brush against Henry’s massive tree trunk thigh. He felt the swelling in Henry’s pants increase as the pressure of Zack’s body pressing against him grew. Finally, Zack tossed the tape measure a bit in the back, and caught it with his other hand. Pulling himself back, he felt relief to be out of the awkward situation, but he also knew he would dream for months about being so intimately close to such massive pumped pecs, feeling that huge cock press against his body. He pulled the tape tight, and Henry took a breath in and flexed. His shirt protested, but the muscles underneath forced their way, splitting the shirt in the back, at the neck, and down the sides of the thick chest as Henry prepared to show off his truly freakish size. Zack held the tape measure firm, allowing it to get longer and Henry expanded his chest, but also enjoying the feeling of pressing his hands onto the rippling hard surface of the massive flexing beast. “Read it out loud, I want to hear.” Henry demanded, his face eclipsed by the heavy shelf of chest rising from his torso. “72 inches…” Zack said, and Henry relaxed his flex. “FUCK yeahhhh.” Henry said as he bounced his pecs some more. “Come here, feel how heavy one of these fuckers is.” Henry said, and before Zack could protest, he felt a huge hand grab his wrist and pull it to Henry’s chest. Henry placed Zack’s hand under his right pec, and let it completely relax in his hand. Zack felt Henry’s big hard nipple through the shirt, and he felt the weight of the pec in his tiny hand. He pushed up on it, and it was indeed heavy as fuck, there had to be more muscle in one of Henry’s pecs that in Zack’s whole body. Then, it happened, without warning, without control. Zack came, his cock twitched and jerked in his pants as it pumped his tiny load into his underwear. “Ohhhhhh.” Zack said as he bent over, trying to hide what was happening. “Whats wrong?! Are you okay?!” Henry said as he reached a hand out to Zack. “I’m…I’m fine.” Zack said, still bent over, never before had be been so grateful for having a cock that was so easy to hide, “Just a stomach cramp. I think I need to use the restroom.” “There’s one in the back of the building, here.” Henry said as he walked over to the door leading out the rear of the building. As he crossed the threshold he turned on a light, and the room lit up. As Zack walked into the room he was a bit taken by what it held. A raised wooden floor, a hot tub sunken into the ground, a sauna room, an ice bath, and a massage table. “Woah.” Zack said, straightening up. “Yeah, the bathroom is in the back corner. But pretty cool right?” Henry said, gesturing to the room, “It’s a recovery room, everything you’d need to relax sore muscles or take care of yourself after the gym.” Zack walked to the back of the room and Henry called, “I’m going to head inside and take a shower, just come in whenever you’re ready.” And with that he left. Zack hurried to the bathroom and pulled down his pants and underwear, to be sure, he had a made a mess. Grabbing some toilet paper, he did his best to clean himself up, using hand soap to hopefully mask the scent of his cum on himself, and flushing the evidence down the toilet. He knew if he hurried inside he’d have a chance to get to his room and change before Henry had the chance to notice the cum stain that was now on the outside of his shorts. “Fuck.” Was all Zack said as he relaxed against the wooden wall of the bathroom. He hadn’t even seen Henry without his shirt, he hadn’t seen him naked for sure, hell, he’d barely touched him, and he blew his load. This man held so much power over him with his mere existence and domineering tone that it drove Zack feral. Taking another deep breath, he walked back to the house, quickly to his room, and he got ready to shower after Henry. He heard Henry leave the bathroom and close his bedroom door, and Zack went into the bathroom. He showered the same off of his body. What was he even doing, lusting so openly over this man who had been so kind and helpful to him, and what, all Zack could think about was how much he wanted to get completely wrecked by that bull. Leaving the bathroom after his shower, he heard the TV playing something, and he saw Henry’s large dark silhouette on the couch. “Hey, come in here when you’re ready so we can relax.” Henry called down the hall as Zack rushed to his room. He put on the baggiest clothes he owned, hoping if he popped another boner, he could hide it easily. Walking into the living room, Henry handed him another beer, and motioned for him to sit on the couch next to him. As Zack sat down, he realized just how much space on the couch Henry was taking up. When he sat, the couch was sagging under Henry’s immense weight, and Zack was sliding in closer, like a large star warping space time, and Henry was a small planet trapped in his orbit, slowly falling into him. Zack fought it, knowing if he touched Henry again, he’d get hard. Henry raised his arm and laid it lazily across the back of the couch, as Zack fell in closer, slowly, he could feel the warmth emanating from the deep hairy armpit. Henry’s tank top he was wearing was doing little to hide his physique underneath, and his tight gym shorts displayed his still massive bulge, it didn’t look like it had shrunk at all. They continued this dance of Zack struggling to stay on the other side of the couch, and Henry appearing blissfully unaware and drinking for a few shows, maybe an hour? Zack wasn’t sure, he was fighting his own internal battle now to just relax down into Henry and go for broke. But then Henry stood and walked into the kitchen. With the way things were laid out, Zack couldn’t see Henry, but he could hear as the big man threw away his beer bottles and drank a glass of water. Then, an odd silence. Henry appeared out of the corner of Zack’s eye, still in his tank top, but no longer in his shorts. He was only in a pair of tight black briefs which stretched out over his huge cock. In the dark of the room Zack couldn’t make out much detail in the black fabric, but as the TV flickered light, the glimmers danced on the thick tube that was growing in the pouch. Henry walked over and stood in front of Zack, his arms crossed and folded across his big chest, lifting it, and flaring his forearms. His crotch eye level with Zack as the smaller man sat on the couch, frozen. “That was a good workout today, a good start.” Henry said, barely moving his body. “Uh, yeah, it was great.” “And thanks for helping me measure. Can’t believe how much I’ve grown.” As he said this Henry bounced his pecs under his crossed arms. “You know what I also can’t believe?” Henry said, looking down at Zack. “What’s that.” Zack replied, and as he did, Henry lowered his body down. Bringing his knees and thighs down on either side of Zack, putting his arms on either side of Zack and gripping the back of the dark leather couch. As he did, Zack could hear the leather rub at it made contact with the thick callouses on Henry’s hands. Henry lowered his chest until Zack’s head was nearly below the shelf like overhang. Then Henry pushed his hips forward and pushed at Zack with this bulge, the thick tube of cock underneath hot and pulsing as it made contact with Zack’s body. “I can’t believe you came so easily.” Zack heard a ringing in his ears, his vision blurred, his cock stood at attention. He tried to bring himself back into his body. “I, what?” Zack said, barely getting the words out in a squeak as his terrified expression gave him away. “Look, you even have a little hard-on right now.” Henry took one finger and poked at Zack’s hard cock in his baggy pants, “Awe, is that for me?” He said as he pushed his bulge into Zack’s chest again. Then he held a bicep up in front of Zack’s face, and slowly flexed it. “You wanna kiss it?” Henry said, his words slurred from the alcohol, and his breath hot at his came out. “No.” Zack said, surprising himself, was this him protecting himself or why had he just said that? “Oh. Then I’ll just have to try harder next time…Welp!” Henry said, quickly pushing back and standing up, “I’m off to bed, try not to dream about me too much tonight.”

I hope Kurt will return even bigger than Hank and treat him some manners. I love me a big powerlifter

Don't want this awesome story to move too far down the line.., (Psst: Hint. Hint.)

Have you met Kai before? Kai is a 20 year old bodybuilder. Look at his face. Isn't he an incredibly handsome man? Maybe that's why the girls are so into him. And to be honest, he's not that badly built for his age. In this picture you can see him in fairly good condition weighing 320 pounds at 2 percent body fat. Tonight Kai fucked two girls at the same time. In the beginning he penetrated one of them with his cock head while he licked the other one until her next climax. Then they switched positions. After a few hours, both girls were stretched enough to take half of his rock hard, erect cock (you can see it soft in the picture). At this point, Kai continued to widen one of the girls with his cock while he started bicep fucking the other, meaning he made her labia kiss one of his nicely developed guns by flexing it into her pussy. From a certain point of widening, this type of massage gives the girls incredible pleasure, which could be heard loudly through the house. Both cumming girls couldn't stop screaming with pleasure. One of them was stimulated by Kai's rod, the other by his steel-hard muscle gun. After each climax, they switched positions. Awakened by his sisters' screams, Danny went to the attic and watched through a hole in the door. He couldn't believe what he saw. Kai stood in the middle of the room giving his younger sister a ride on his rod, thicker than each of Danny's legs. In doing so, Kai wore a navy Alpha Industries CWU 45 P bomber jacket which made his well developed body look so incredibly attractive that his sister cried out in a multiple orgasm which made her so relaxed that Kai could slide his cock deeper and deeper into the lucky girl's pussy until finally she could take his whole rod. Spontaneously, the girl's breasts filled with milk oozing from her tits, caused by the incredible pleasure Kai's rod caused in her pussy. Kai walked across the room without even holding Danny's cumming younger sister who was fixed on his rock hard cock and tenderly lifted Danny's older sister to his face to stimulate her greedy pussy with his powerful tongue. By flexing his cock Kai straighted up the impaled younger girl's body until she found her face opposite her sister's ass. Without hesitation, she began to masturbate her sister deeply from behind with her tongue. Both girls screamed with delight. Danny had never seen girls cumming so intensively and screaming with such a pleasure before. He shot several loads down his pants. Oh my god. Danny was completely insane in the head. He would do anything to be touched by this man. As you can see on the picture, Danny's dreams will come true later. While Kai rammed his rod into his sister's three greedy remaining holes, Danny found Kai's white Levi's denim shirt which he left on the stairs and juiced it for hours. The smell of a man's pit sweat caused him to have a multiple orgasm that made him juice the entire shirt until it dripped from his cum. While licking the armpits of Kai's white Levi's denim shirt, Kai surprised Danny after his sisters had left the house. Oh my god. Look on the picture what happens next. Kai allows Danny to touch his male body. Oh my god look at this incredible erotic situation. Look how Kai allows Danny to touch his quads. Aren't they awesome? Look at those veins Danny is allowed to feel with his hands. Certainly it must be a fantastic feeling to touch a man's quads. If Kai flexes them a little, what would that mean for Danny? Do you think he would enjoy it? Look how Danny is still cumming. Oh my god, the situation must be such an incredible pleasure for him. What would you do if a man juced your mouth like Kai does Danny? Wouln't you shoot emediately? What an honour to get juced by Kai's mouth juice. Isnt't that an incredible erotic situation? What do you think, should Kai tighten the grip of the belt a bit to open Dannys mouth wider? This should enable him to take more of Kai's mouth juice. Or is it the smell of a man's cock sweat driving Danny crazy? There are so many dreams that can come true now. Do you think Kai will allow Danny to smell his ass? Oh my god, maybe he'll be facesitting him? That would make Danny explode like he's never exploded before, what do you think? Maybe Kai will allow Danny to clean his hole? With his tongue? Right after shiting? Or while? Maybe Kai will allow Danny to clean his awesome boots? With his tongue? From underneath? What dreams could come true now? Tell them! Maybe Kai will allow Danny to have some pleasure with the baseball baton? Or they use the boxing gloves to have some fun? What do you think, which of Danny's dream is going to become true next? Don't hesitate to tell them. Maybe it becomes reallity...

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First, I would like to thank BBMikeNJ who I have been a fan of for countless years. He has influenced me far more than he’ll ever know. I have received permission from him to post this short follow-up. Always trying to live up to the title of “Marcus” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the sun danced across the room stirring me, I reached towards the sky to stretch out my tight body and yawn loudly. The only sound in the room outside of that was the faint sound of sucking going on. Even with the deep stretch I just did, he didn’t really stir, absentmindedly sucking on my left pec as he dreamt of flexed biceps. I smiled and reached down to stroke his head, showing all the signs of male patterned baldness. “Mr. B, it’s morning and time to get up.” It was a Saturday which meant it was two session day in the gym, so I had to get Tom up and get breakfast inside us. The past 6 months had flown by. I had moved in with Mr. Beck the second week of working with him. Even with the doubling of my salary, so much of it was going to my growth that it only made sense to move into his basement, which he had converted to a mother-in-law suite years ago to increase the overall value of the home. It also helped to live with a muscle pig to keep my other needs met. I was finally able to get his lips from around my tit, and he moaned softly and began to stir himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I rolled out of the Alaskan king we shared most nights and sauntered my way to the restroom to relieve myself. I lifted the toilet seat and the sound of a steady, powerful stream filled the room. Today’s workouts were starting with Back in the morning and Shoulders in the evening, if my memory served me right. I let out another loud yawn while finishing up my morning business. I stuffed myself back into my boxer briefs and stepped on the scale to find out where I was sitting this morning. We had just replaced the old scale, that I crushed, with the type they use in doctor’s offices. The digital face blinked up to 432 lbs. “Heck yea,” I hollered. I was up almost 50 lbs since moving in with Mr. B and almost to my recent goal of 450 lbs. I stepped off and turned to look in the mirror. I smirked at the image I saw, and did a quick flex, the big “ALPHA” tattoo across my chest stretching as far as the eye could see, due to the amount of growth I had undergone. The tat was creeping up my collarbone and front delts, so the very top of the lettering was almost out of sight. I knew I had really packed on size since the measurements we recorded last week and I wanted to beat those numbers in the next month when we retook them. I had managed to pack on another 2 inches to my chest to make it an even 70, another inch to the arms to make them officially over 2 feet, and 1 and half inches to my quads to get them to a robust 38 and ¾ inches, closing the gap between it and a ‘4’ being the first digit of my quad size. I was snapped out of my daydream as Mr. Beck worked to squeeze by me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he followed a similar routine to mine, first draining his snake, and then popping on the scale. “What does it say, Mr. B?” I asked with curiosity. The look on his face told me he was pleased with the number he saw. “Fuck, I’m 275lbs as of this morning.” He exclaimed. I smiled. He had been outpacing me and I chalked a lot of it up to beginner gains. I had put him on an intensive stack with growth hormone on top. Even with his advanced age I was proud of the old man. I slapped him on the ass with an ‘attaboy’ touch, and he let out a little yelp with a smile. I waddled out of the bathroom and ascended the stairs to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast hitting me in the face. “Hey Alan. I see up early as always.” I said to Mr. B’s husband. He was close in age to his husband, although far from Mr. Beck in build, even before I took him under my wing. He was a good deal more slender. One of those guys who didn’t really gain fat or muscle even as he aged. He had taken to our little arrangement well, especially since he would rather spend his days gardening than lifting weights. I could always hear him listening to some of his favorite arias as I was tapping his husband deep after we had gotten back from the gym. I could never tell if it was just an evening routine, or to drown out the noise we would make every night. That night for dinner, Tom joined us in some boxer briefs that probably would be stretched to their limits about 30 lbs ago, and now would definitely be leaving marks in his legs later. “How nice of you to join us,” I chirped jokingly, knowing that he would be starving just like myself after our late-night session involving heavy chest, where I ended incline bench by repping out 6 plates a side. It was quickly followed by a myriad of other movements to really push my chin-tapping pecs to their maximum bloatedness. I knew they were fully pumped because the right strap on my tank top snapped under the weight of them. That sent Tom right over the edge. Let’s just say we ended the night in an unusual fashion where he managed to pec-fuck my chest cleavage, and I wasn’t even flexing. I was reminded of the feat as Tom stepped in my direction and lifted my chin to scrape some of the cum I had missed from the stubble lining my neck. He stuck his tongue out at me in a mocking manner and pulled out a chair for himself. Those were all the words we exchanged for the next 45 minutes where we shoveled food prepared by Alan nearly as fast as he loaded our plates up. I finally tapped out a bit after Tom, due to my plates being loaded up a good deal more, and just having more capacity than him. I stood up from the table and let out a loud burp, patting my tummy in the process. By the time we got ready and arrived at the gym I knew my body would be ready for more so I made sure to pack some of the cooked chicken in Tupperware for my gym bag and prepared our intraworkout shakes, a big one for me and a smaller one for Mr. B. As we squeezed into my F250 and my shoulder easily spilled over into his side of the truck, he smiled and shoved back playfully. “I’m only going to be wider after our session this morning,” I promised, as I backed out of the driveway.

I agree with you on this rendering of Dantalion. In writing him, I would say that this is very close to what I see in my mind. Great job @GaryD. I'm a legs, ass, and pecs man - so I'd LOVE to see one with lower body as well. But bravo! It's amazing to see this work transformed into actual images. And then there is Bael who demands his own post...

Damn @ TroyHunk10 you are playing into my wildest fantasy. I have had my share of extended intense encounters that echo your story but they still pale in comparison. Goals dude! I’m a big pumper and love pumping between fuck sessions. The results are sick. I apologize for the humble brag but your story is more truth than fantasy. The attached pic is me taken after three days with a fuckbud that flew in for the weekend. thanks for the great story man. It’s HotAF and I can’t wait for more

CHAPTER 3 Later that week, Biff had returned to his apartment after a grueling arms and chest day at the gym and he felt so powerful with a ton of energy. After finishing some email correspondence, he went in to take a shower and stripped himself naked. In passing, he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom’s full-length mirror. A cocky grin automatically appeared on his handsome face whenever he saw his muscles pumped to the max like now. Just exquisite he thought! Dark hair buzzed short, long dark eyelashes with caterpillar-brows, straight white teeth, and perfect skin. And one full day of thick shadowed stubble added to his masculinity. Almost too wide to be seen in the mirror, his shoulders were capped by rounded and seriously defined striated delts. His muscles were massively developed and beautifully shredded with only 3% body fat and they bulged so sensuously. Huge pecs were steel-hard solid. His now relaxed biceps were each beautifully adorned with a thick sexy vein and carved horseshoes on the triceps side. He was asked to frequently flex them, and they’ve been measured many times recently by admirers at an incredibly high-peaking 25-inches with very defined indented splits. He stepped back a little from his reflection and quickly reviewed his quads and calves. He saw that they were amazing looking, as leg day is never ignored by him. He then studied his eight carved cobblestone abs and strummed his fingers over them. His hand then led down to his trimmed pubes that clustered around the base of his showpiece, his now soft, big bodybuilder-dick. His thoughts for the last few days had often gone to that really handsome sweet guy from the gym the other day. So slender and indefensible he thought, and Biff loved the muscle-heaven trance that he had sent the blond haired, pale blue eyed, major-cutie into. Biff had recognized the guy as a popular model, who used to be seen a lot at South Florida shoots. Thinking of him caused Biff to touch his big dick with his muscular hand and he felt it respond immediately. It lengthened and thickened, fighting against gravity, as it rose to a 90-degree angle. As it hardened, he flexed his diamond-etched quads, all four heads defining so beautifully. There was nowhere in his physique that wasn’t developed to symmetrical perfection and bulging to major proportions. Countless articles and commentaries had mentioned that he would easily win and be the next Mr. Olympia. Many even mentioned the handsome looks that he had to boot. Biff had been diligently working out for many years, intent on building a major muscular physique that had powered his fantasies since he came to terms with his sexuality back in high school. What turned him on more than anything was becoming a hugely muscular and powerful bodybuilder and having a slender cute boyfriend. One just like the guy in the condo gym a few days before whom he fantasized worshipping his physique. The only reason that he had gone to his building’s gym was because of the shitty weather that day. Most other times, he went to his hardcore gym a few miles away. Biff viewed it almost as fate, since he wouldn’t have seen that stunner if he hadn’t gone to the one downstairs. Biff’s heart raced and his dick hardened more as he thought of the model and knew that he just had to see that guy again. He decided he would snoop around the pool, gym and other public areas of the condo later in the day and maybe he’d run into him. He might even go to building security or management and perhaps flirt a little to have them reveal his apartment number. Biff jumped into the shower, which was especially enjoyable when he had a great pump as he did now, as he loved the feel of soaping up his hard bulging muscles then. His dick was semi-hard, but he resisted jerking off. Cockiness was ever present with him as he thought it seemed criminal to keep all this sexiness to himself as there were so many admirers out there that would want to partake in his physique and dick as well. He dressed in his usual tight-fitting clothes that he knew was the perfect magnet for all the lusting eyes out there. When he walked into the kitchen, he checked out the fridge and cabinets, and saw that he was running low on food supplies, so a quick run to the nearby Whole Foods was next on the agenda for him. He soon left his apartment and headed for the elevator. * Timmy started getting out his keys to enter his apartment after having a nice long lunch with friends at a local trendy restaurant. He heard a nearby door close and his peripheral vision then detected someone coming toward him from down the hallway. He turned to look in that direction and the slender man’s jaw soon lowered as he saw who it was. Biff Stevens was coming his way, and Timmy thrilled to the thought that the gorgeous bodybuilder was obviously his new close by neighbor! But he also couldn’t hide his extreme desire for Biff as he quickly breathed in as the stud closed the distance between them. When leaving his apartment and beginning his walk down the hallway, the bodybuilder was also surprised to see the handsome guy from the other day that he’d been frequently thinking of, about thirty feet away from him. Just before the model turned his way, he thought the time was now right to majorly turn on the muscle-charm for this special admirer. Biff’s confidence and cockiness was fueled by his handsome looks and muscular physique. When he wanted to especially impress someone whom he was interested in, he exaggerated his walk and went into a light strut, showing off just what he thought the admirer would like to see. Biff had pin-pointed Timmy as a muscle-obsessed man who wanted a dominant alpha bodybuilder with a body like his. "H-Hi there," Timmy forced out in a squeaking very nervous voice as he now looked up at Biff. Of course he was very interested in talking to Biff, but his brain had again suddenly directed all his energy to his dick and heart, causing his lungs and mouth to slow. He also felt reticent in trying to make the right impression on him. “I-I remember you, ohhhh….” He came to a sudden halt when he looked at Biff’s pectorals, which danced just a bit with the bodybuilder making just a small movement. "Hey,” Biff’s standard opening, said in his deep masculine voice, looking down at Timmy. Yes, this cutie was definitely his type, he knew. He loved the handsome slender man’s gawking at him at the gym the other day, and now again. Timmy, though he was a nice height at about six foot even, was quite a bit shorter than Biff’s 6’5”. The model stood there breathlessly staring at the muscleman’s physique. With his slender build, he may have been half the weight of the professional bodybuilder. Biff looked at Timmy’s blond hair, which was cut short on the sides. It appeared to him to be as if a bowl was placed on his head by his hairstylist, who then cut only the hair that was showing! Biff chuckled at that thought, as he looked down at the oh-so-very-fuck-able man, causing his cock to now harden. One of Biff’s attractions to him was Timmy’s extreme nervousness with him. The bodybuilder assumed that he probably was never that way with anyone else, but the slender man was so overwhelmed by his muscularity that he couldn’t fully control his actions. Biff was used to that with some other admirers, but he saw that Timmy was even trembling, which he found so adorable. Biff casually scratched the back of his head. This was a ploy he often used to get additional attention from guys he thought had good potential for muscle-worshipping. Sure enough, he immediately heard Timmy gasp as the muscle-obsessed man was dazzled by the beautiful sexy high-peaked biceps on the handsome bodybuilder. "Hey," Biff repeated his opening from earlier, after they had stared at each other for a period much longer than was usual for two strangers. Timmy then stood back a little and looked up at Biff, waiting for what the bodybuilder had to say next. Biff continued, “We’re neighbors!” But Timmy just dreamily half-smiled back and he realized that he needed to say something to calm him down a bit and relax him. "I love your hair style, little boy. Looks like a cute Dutch Boy look." Biff followed that with an always-successful white-teeth-and-dimples smile. Timmy giggled and then blushed at the flattery. But the compliment seemed to do the trick, perhaps giving Timmy some greatly needed encouragement to somewhat open up. He was now able to smile fuller, but he was still in a somewhat nervous daze. Swooning perhaps? Many people had told him, all his life, how attractive he was. But it never came from someone whom he was really smitten with, and so lustful for, as this guy right in front of him now. "T-thanks... Thanks... I eh, I’m uhhh, yeah, we’re neighbors! Wow, well, I guess if you went to the gym downstairs, I knew that you probably lived in the building. But my god, I never imagined that you lived right down my hallway.” He then giggled again and looked down blushing at what he just said, and at his embarrassingly excited state in general. Trying to toughen it up, Timmy looked back at Biff, and then continued. “And, sorry I didn’t say hello to you when I saw you the other day in the gym. I really wanted to, but, well, it’s just, umm, I obviously had a real problem then even speaking. I don’t usually get that way, but for some reason I guess I did with you then. And, gosh, I obviously still have that problem again here with you now.” Another giggle and more embarrassment at his obvious flirting. Biff looked at Timmy with a very amused smile. But he was also feeling something he was not familiar with in himself. He couldn’t quite analyze his feelings fully, but it was almost like he was falling for this guy, and so quickly. Timmy was having those same feelings, though his was overshadowed by his extreme lust for Biff. To distract himself, he grabbed at his keys. "M-my name is Timmy, by the way, and uhh, well, I confess, I recognize you from the Internet." Biff saw that this guy was so nervous that he even had a hard time opening his door. "And I like your haircut too...it’s the bodybuilder look! Very nice. And very, umm, masculine." Biff chuckled as he looked at Timmy and nodded him a thanks. He reasoned that if he remembered him from the Internet, it was no doubt from muscle sites. And, because this guy has not much muscle himself, he knew that he was on these sites jerking off as a muscle-admirer. ‘Probably even wanked to me also!’ Biff thought, with his smile getting fuller. Timmy was finally able to unlock his door, though he was still somewhat in a daze. Biff stepped much closer to the slender man, then put a muscular hand on his back with his biceps bulging on that arm. Timmy gasped, with then a very low moan, with his actually being touched by the handsome bodybuilder. He looked up to Biff, then at the cephalic vein on his biceps, then to the striations in his deltoid and then to his pectorals. His eyes stayed there several seconds as they were right in front of his eyes. As Timmy breathed in the muscleman, Biff heard another soft uncontrolled moan. Timmy then looked back to Biff’s eyes, giving a shy smile to the man of his ultimate fantasies. The bodybuilder strummed his fingers onto Timmy’s back, with a hand that pretty much encompassed most of it. The muscleman was driving him wild as the slender man’s eyes fluttered in excitement, his mouth open, as he seemed to be almost near to orgasm. The closeness to such beautiful muscularity was just too much for Timmy to fully control intelligent thoughts and speech.

Just a fantastic story all around. Supremely written too.

Mark Obviously his tattoo's aren't 100% (because AI generation) but it's really close to how I imagine him.

Of all the things Raphi expected of Thor, being a good cook was not one of them. Raphi wasn't sure how but the frat brother could whip up any kind of food, but mostly protein, at the drop of a hat. What was unconventional was that he did so naked. Raphi yawned and sipped his coffee as he watched Thor’s gigantic muscled ass sway back and forth as he made breakfast for the entire house. The newest member of the fraternity lazily ran a hand down his body. It felt different than yesterday and still had a bulging stomach where Dante’s had spewed his seed. He felt a bit more energized, and his underwear fit different, but he was still the same nerdy guy that followed Dante around like a lost puppy the day before. Thor didn’t seem to think so. At nearly seven feet tall, the Adonis's still eclipsed Raphi in both size and height but he had greeted him with enthusiasm and warmth, welcoming him to the Frat. And he had decided the best way to welcome Raphi was with a big ass breakfast spread. The brothers of the house simply came and went from the kitchen area, greeting Raphi as they entered and exited. None bothered with wearing any kind of apparel, displaying their gargantuan bodies freely without so much as a care in the world. Some ate immediately, and others simply strode by, nude, chatting and flirting, and some stopped to ask if Raphi wanted to fuck them. Raphi turned red and fidgeted awkwardly as he declined each offer. This house of hunks continuously left him speechless, their forward and frankly blasé attitude toward sex made the newest member blush harder with each suggestive question or innuendo laden comment. Sooner than he thought, Thor piled a massive breakfast feast in front of him and nudged Raphi to dig in as the hulking naked Adonis seated himself directly next to Raphi and promptly scarfed down several protein pancakes at once. "So, how'd ya like last night?" the man growled around his fork and mouthful of flapjacks. Raphi smiled, amused at the lack of decorum that most of the frat shared. These fraternity brothers acted so unaffected, as if being nude and offering mindblowing sexual experiences at the drop of a hat were completely normal. "Uh, good. Great even. I'm just, still kind of shocked." he blurted, face flushed with the heat of his arousal as his mind wandered back to the absolutely incredible sex he'd had with Dante. He'd never in his life imagined that a man as powerful and beautiful as Dante would have even looked at him, let alone fucked him into the ground and filled him up with his thick cum. Raphi put a hand to his now only slightly round abdomen and his face heated. Thor glanced up and watched him curiously, following his hand to the little pudge that remained after his romp with Dante. A faint knowing smirk etched the hulking male's lips. "I bet he filled up good. I don't think Dante's ever bred a new brother before, so he probably pumped his nut deep," Thor snorted with amusement. "Especially since you're still stuffed," Thor added. "Just wait. You'll be bigger in no time." "What?!" Raphi retorted, eyes wide. The buff guy couldn't help himself and a grumbling guffaw erupted from him. "Big! Strong! Buff! Hot as fuck, horny as hell, and everything in between! All you gotta do is work out and let Dante's magic splooge to the rest." Confused, he pointed to his cum belly, "This will make me bigger?" "Yup! It's a good starting point for now, but if you want to get as huge as the rest of us you'll need to fuck somebody. Doesn't matter who, there's lots of options," Thor laughed merrily. He slouched back a bit after finishing his food and flexed an arm as a demonstration, bringing the mound of muscle high and thick, veins popping into relief across the thick striated balls of muscle. "This is how big you can get. I'm damn near the biggest man in this house and I get bigger every chance I can get. Lifting whenever I can to feel just how fucking STRONG I am man. Once I'm pumped and horny, ready to go, I find some brother that needs a good dicking and rail em til my balls are dry." Raphi could only gape at Thor's beefy arm and watch as a wave rippled over its surface with each flex. He wasn't the only one. A few of the brothers had come entered the kitchen and leered at the naked giant sitting next to Raphi, openly eyeing Thor with lustful gazes. Feeling his nerves starting to get the better of him, Raphi excused himself from the table before what he suspected was going to happen, happened. Thor waved lazily as Raphi left before he was swarmed by two other brothers and the kitchen table evolved into a fuck fest. Raphi roamed the rest of the house hoping to find Dante somewhere. He was a bit upset that when he awoke Dante was nowhere too be found. Raphi really wanted some more answers from someone he trusted. The new alpha wandered the house attempting find his friend, winding in and out of open rooms on the first floor until he came to the showers. As soon as he approached the door, it flung open and unleashed a wall of warm steam. The surprise and sudden heat caused Raphi to stumble backwards and land flat on his ass. "Oh damn, sorry man. Didn't mean that." Raphi looked up. And up. And up. Another enormously muscular man loomed over him, his long sleek black hair hung in front of his face dripping water across Raphi's exposed flesh. A huge veiny arm extended from the muscular man, offering a gesture of help, the other held a thick white towel tightly around his defined waist. Raphi gulped as he took in the man's beautifully strong body, his eyes following a drop of water as it meandered down the Adonis' cut chest and hard abdomen, until the droplet hid itself inside a curly, frizzed thatch of dark pubes. It was difficult to tear his eyes away. Raphi found it too enticing, too seductive, and this stranger, like Dante and the others, oozed a sexual magnetism like no other. He trembled slightly before accepting the help that the attractive, well-built specimen offered. "You alright? Seriously didn't expecting anyone in here if Thor has been cooking." His apology rang genuine, and Raphi nodded before realizing he had to actually talk. "I'm okay." Once again Raphi felt his heart flutter and his dick twitch being in such close proximity to a hulking muscle god. His dark hair and pale skin gave him a goth vibe that was thrown off by just how obscenely muscular he was. What caught him off guard were the slightly morbid tattoos that accentuated his muscles. Intricate tattoos depicting all manor of death and decay adorned the man's entire body, running the lengths of the arms, to the shoulders, and pecs, and further still to his chiseled waist. Dark and dower imagery including skulls, chains, devils, and ravens depicted in exquisite detail outlined every inch of this man’s beautiful body. They caused the muscles of his arms and torsos to pop as though they were straining, causing the veins underneath his muscles to be magnified. "You alright little dude?" Again, the concern in the tone and eyes made Raphi ache with a need he'd never experienced before. He shivered with lust. His dick pulsed in his pants again and again, wanting something more, to touch the man's hard chest and sculpted abs, and was so tantalizingly within reach. This handsome stranger was nothing like he'd seen anywhere else, his deep voice captivated him. The raven haired man's face narrowed for a split second before he smiled wryly, his eyes alight with mirth. "Well if it isn't our newest member! Welcome to your new life! Don't worry, almost everyone goes through this awkward phase when they see the house. It's like sensory overload, but you'll adjust to it. I remember the first time I saw Jason, that dude fuckin’ broke me." Raphi, his heart still beating through his chest, struggled to breath and speak at the same time. This man's lips were so full, kissable... His eyes a shocking deep green... And not to forget the tattoos that made him look like a sex addicted, tattooed demon god. "Oh, is this a bit much? Sorry, I'll throw on a shirt real quick." He leaned slightly out of view and threw on a huge and worn concert t-shirt. It did little to alleviate the building sexual desire that was overflowing within Raphi, instead the thin cotton fabric further revealed every well-defined detail of the gothic tattooed hunk's towering physique. "Better?" "Yeah, thanks," Raphi weakly breathed. The punk stud laughed a melodic low rumble and stepped out of the communal showers, sauntering around Raphi and heading down the hall towards the main entrance stairs. He stopped before he rounded the corner and cocked his head and winked at the stunned red-faced Raphi. "C'mon man. I don't bite, I swear!" He stopped for a second and the sly smile spread over his face again. "Well, sometimes." Raphi was certain of one thing, he wanted this man. No questions asked. His body finally kicked into gear, legs feeling weak and his hands shaking, following the adonis around the corner in what seemed like slow motion as he drank in the entirety of the man’s beauty. Muscular yet sculpted was the best way he could described the way the sight of the man’s tattooed perfection. This was a guy who could have anyone he wanted and fuck until the sun came up but was aware enough that he hid his body so that Raphi could think again. Truth be told, Raphi was relieved that this punk stranger had decided to turn the heat from a boil to a simmer by at least keeping some clothes on. In just a few minutes Raphi was led into the bedroom of a sexy muscular Adonis for the second time in twenty four hours. This room was significantly different than Dante's messy stye of a room, the young punk's room was clean and tidy with plenty of space to move around. The large bed was nice and clean, and with black sheets that looked as though it cost as much as the entire room. The walls were adorned with posters of metal bands, gothic style art and horror movie icons. The room had such a strong aesthetic that stood out from the rest of the men he'd seen so far that Raphi had trouble believing that he was in the same building as the sexy messy football studs that were the majority of the AAA members. "Penny for your thoughts?" the green-eyed jock said as he kicked back on his bed, letting his huge body relax as he sank into this onyx pillows. "Uh. Well first, what's your name?" "Mephistopheles." Another cheeky grin. "I'm fucking with you. It's Mark. But that's boring as hell." He casually crossed his immense biceps behind his head and stretched out further, sinking himself deeper into the plush pillows. His now loose Iron Maiden shirt rose several inches, exposing a thin patch of hair that was creeping into a swirling navel tattoo that ended just below his well-defined abdominals. Raphi blushed and turned away. "Raphi, man, relax. Just take a breath, okay? I know you want to look. Everyone does." When Raphi turned back around he finally let himself drink in the sight of the huge powerful punk and do it unabashedly. The man was truly fucking stacked, even at ease his form was sculpted and cut and perfectly defined by those interesting tattoos that contrasted with the hardness of his body and enhanced his dark beauty. "Much better. Looking at me is more productive than hiding from what's making you hot. C'mon, have a seat." The kind hunk patted his lap that was still wrapped in a towel, his hand lingering on the obvious bulge in his towel. An aura of sensuality so intense and potent emanated from the taller man that had Raphi's head swimming. Shakily, he advanced towards Mark paused as he got close to the hunky punk's body. Mark held his gaze, not deviating, his face warm and inviting. Raphi gingerly seated himself upon the edge of the bed, his nerves still getting the better of him as he remained perched uncertainly. A big warm hand rested on his shoulder and slowly pulled him gently backward, onto the welcoming muscular body. "Some guys take this this real well. Hardly need any kinda direction. Some guys, like you, realize that this shit is crazy. Bonkers. Fucked Up. Amazing. And stressful as hell if you're not ready for it. It's okay. Just take it easy, and do what feels natural. I promise I don't bite." Raphi nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "Can I-?" he began tentatively, his hand starting to feel the beef pecs before him. The sexy stud nodded. "Of course, dude. Check out every inch." Some of the tension and fear eased as Raphi made contact with the Mark's swollen pectorals and worked his fingertips against the huge mounds of masculine flesh and the gorgeous swirls of the intricate tattoo designs that extended onto each lump of perfect muscle. Mark let out a deep moan as his body was worshipped, flexing his muscles for all their worth where Raphi pressed and squeezed. The smaller man let his hands roam farther down Mark's body, rabidly spreading across the huge man, onto his washboard abs and gripped harder. Another vocal moan of approval followed as Raphi continued to caress his partner's rock hard body. To entice his new bro even more, Mark raised both of his arms above his head, and flexed his upper body with a ferocity Raphi had never seen before. He gasped, seeing the muscles swell, thicken, and grow everywhere, including where Raphi sat. Mark’s huge erection bulged underneath the towel that Raphi rested on. The smaller man could feel the thick sausage pulse and swell underneath the thick towel as Mark dry humped him through the fabric. After a few more moments of muscle humping, Mark slowly undid his towel and unleashed his painfully erect cock from it’s cotton prison and rubbed his fully aroused 10 inch glory against Raphi’s back. "God you're fucking hot." Raphi whispered. All it took was that lustful look from Mark to stop him dead in his tracks. "So are you." Mark grinned. Faster than seemed humanly possible Raphi had shed his clothes, his small cum belly still protruding from his otherwise slim body. Mark licked his lips and leaned back, spreading his legs, showing off his rippling thighs to his worshiper. "Well looks like you've got me right where you want me." The goth god cooed playfully. "What are you going to do about it?" He spoke naughtily and his voice seemed to send a shock through Raphi's cock. His thin body straddled the man beneath him, as if he was about to go on the ride of his life when suddenly… "Show me your ass." Raphi ordered, surprising himself. Mark's eyes twinkled with lust and he followed orders, reaching down past Raphi to completely remove the towel wrapped around his waist. With a playful push he scooched Raphi from his lap and turned over in bed revealing his gargantuan back muscles and huge ass. Raphi moaned with a need that he had never felt before. He pressed his small hands against the huge mounds of perfectly formed muscularity before him, and squeezed, digging into the dense tissue and drawing out another groan from his willing prey. He bent forward and kissed the top of each tattooed peach of strength, inching his way up the muscular Adonis' spine, planting smaller and smaller kisses on each vertebra until he reached the broad shoulders at the top of his frame. Mark grunted again, rolling his hips underneath Raphi and rubbing his huge erection on the mattress as he adjusted his stance to present his ass. "What're you waiting for?" Mark coaxed, pressing his muscled ass backwards. The twin tattooed hemispheres touched Raphi's cock and the shock he felt drive him wild. Raphi was as hard as he had ever been, his five inch cock fully aroused, throbbing, leaking and harder than he had ever been in his life. He began touching his lover more and more, caressing the huge buttocks, rippling back and bowling ball shoulders, inching his way closer to the dark hair as he breathed in the scent of Mark. His musky man smell made Raphi’s diamond hard cock harder still. "Come on little stud. Fuck me." Raphi groaned and planted a small hand on either cheek and pressed his hard cock into the cleft of the glutes of the sex god beneath him. The round boulders of tattooed muscle spread for him easily as Mark relaxed his beefy cheeks, each giving way just enough that Raphi found his perfect warm hole. With a gasp, his cock slid effortlessly inside the Adonis's slick hungry ass. Immediately there was delicious pressure from the well sculpted athletic man around his dick and Raphi let out a full throated moan of pleasure. His nails sunk into the hard meat of the Adonis' back, not just pushing his dick inside him but holding on for dear life. Raphi hadn't done something like this before and never had a hole make his dick feel this fucking good. As Mark began adjusting his hips and clenching his hole to draw Raphi further inside, Raphi began to thrust, the pace slow and methodical. He ground his cock within the Adonis each time, rubbing as deeply as he could within him. Mark made another low groan of approval and bucked his ass backwards, meeting the thrusts of his small partner. One of his powerful hands had drifted underneath his broad body and he began slowly massaging his own iron hard monster cock. "Harder." He gasped. Immediately Raphi obliged, shifting his hands to the man's firm hips and clamping down on them as an anchor to slam harder into the willing bubble butt. Mark groaned again in appreciation as the pace of his stroking and the speed of his bros thrust increased. Raphi was sweating, the immense sculpted mass of man beneath him was hot, slick and heavenly. Raphi growled slightly as he continued to pound the tattooed dream boat for all he was worth. He must have been doing something right as Mark's sweet sounds only got longer and louder. Each thrust forced the tattooed stallion to bury his face into his pillow and roar with need. Raphi felt the lust in his loins slowly ramping up and the smaller man leaned over and wrapped his arms around the huge man's torso feeling the hot sweat slick pecs tighten and the abdominals clench as Mark stroked his own behemoth cock like his life depended on it. The sensation of his fingers grasping at the tight ridges of steel as they undulated with each breath under his grip coupled with the tight and wet sensation of his powerful ass squeezed around his painfully hard cock brought the smaller man to a fever pitch. His heart pounded away in his chest, an instinctual desire of sexual arousal taking hold and now guiding his movements and thoughts. "Oh f-fuck. I'm gonna cum." Raphi panted, his skin tingling and his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh please, cum inside me. Fill me up." That was it. Whatever control Raphi had left of his inhibitions snapped as Mark begged and pleaded for his seed. The sight of the enormously huge jock with intricate tattoos accentuating his ungodly huge muscles jerking himself off as he was fucked from behind sent Raphi over the edge. In an instant his body went rigid as his rock hard cock suddenly erupted inside his muscular lover. His orgasm was wild and explosive, sending electricity down his entire body from head to toe. Eyes rolling back, Raphi blew a copious torrent of thick and creamy cum deep into the goth hunk's ass, his hips slamming harder than they ever had before as the new alpha let himself loose on Mark's finely crafted rear. He came for close to a full minute, each rope of his warm cum seemingly was milked out of him by the stud's talented asshole. His hands wrapped more tightly around the enormous man as he continued to slam away through the burst of sexual glory, finding the hard nipples on the stud's marble hard pecs and twisted them without mercy. Mark growled and whimpered, his moans became higher pitched and desperate as his ass contracted around the smaller man's cock while his sensitive nipples were squeezed expertly. He came instantly, his ten inch monster blasted volley after volley of hot cum onto the sheets and his firm ass clamped down on Raphi's pulsing cock in a rhythm that prolonged Raphi's own orgasm. Both men's hard bodies were soaked in sweat as Raphi collapsed onto Mark's sculpted back and hung on as he waited for the tremors of their earth shattering climaxes to end, not noticing that his swollen abdomen had receded, leaving him with the beginnings of a six pack. Mark's held firm, seemingly unbothered by the extra weight, holding his position underneath Raphi as his orgasm subsided. Raphi broke the silence after a few seconds. "That. That was incredible. Dude, I... Have no words." "You don't need them." Mark panted. "It's about to get better." Unsure what he meant Raphi paused for a moment. He noticed that Mark hadn't moved from his submissive position and had in fact recovered his stance as if he was ready to go again. When he started to squeeze his ass around Raphi's cock again the smaller man finally noticed that his dick had in fact not gotten soft. It was as hard as ever. Raphi gasped as a tingling spread out from his abdomen across the rest of his body. It was subtle at first, then his hips bucked automatically, pushing his engorged member back into Mark's impossibly tight hole. The sensation was unlike any Raphi had ever experienced, it was extremely pleasurable, every muscle in his body shuddered as they got hotter and hotter, a pleasant stretching sensation following the full body tingle. It felt so incredible, so blissfully wonderful that Raphi could not stop himself from humping Mark's sexy butt, his small cock eagerly pushed into the hulking punk, the muscular body hot and wet and delightfully tight, ready for more. Mark gasped as the assault on his was continued. His entire huge body trembled as a wave of intense pleasure shot up and down the length of his body, arching his back and pushing his head back to cry in a pleasure filled roar. His body burned with need that he was unable to escape, even if he wanted to, as Raphi's hips continued to piston cock against his prostate. Raphi’s thrusts were longer and stronger than before, filling Mark’s ass better than ever. The sensation of constriction around his dick felt even tighter than before, squeezing more firmly. Confused but undeniably aroused, Raphi pulled his cock out of Mark's willing behind. Raphi gasped as his cock was revealed from where it was hilted and saw that it was bigger, thicker and harder than ever before. His previously modestly sized cock had lengthened by at least two inches! His shaft visibly was slightly thicker and rounder, veins standing out prominently as the monster throbbed. Globs of sweet pre cum dripped off the tip with each pulse, more erotic and vivid than it had ever appeared. "W-what the hell? Did, did my dick get bigger?" He stammered, confused but aroused. Before Mark could answer he felt the tingling burning sensation spread out from his dick and he marveled as his body began to thicken and swell with pure power. With each heartbeat the throbbing and aching heat rushed through Raphi's blood. Muscles began enlarging across his thin, tight body. Raphi groaned with uncontrolled lust as his entire body grew while leaning against the sexy Adonis's back, his dick slapping against the two round masses of muscle while he watched himself grow in size and shape. Instinct took over and Raphi leaned over to feel and grab Mark's immense beefy pecs in his hands, kneading them with firmness as another wave of dizzying pleasure overcame him and he positioned his newly engorged cock at the entrance to Mark's taught ass. With a fluid thrust and powerful grunt Raphi plunged his colossal cock balls deep inside the enormous stud, now bigger and harder than ever. "AAAAH, oh-oh f-f-f-fuuuUUUUCK! GODDAMN!" Mark howled as his huge tattooed body twisted beneath Raphi, shaking with need as he felt his tight muscular ring instantly expanded to a point of near painful stretch. To his credit his ass could handle the sudden increase in size and girth. He squeezed his ass tighter around Raphi, encouraging him, begging him to fuck him into the mattress. With a thunderous growl Raphi began long rapid thrusts with the fury of a beast, nailing the alpha's prostate with newfound strength. The harder Raphi fucked Mark the stronger and more potent the sensation felt. Raphi gasped and moaned as he flexed an arm, seeing the striations pop out against the skin, enhancing his muscles, making them fuller, firmer, and larger. The hormones continued to run through his veins, feeding every cell with an overwhelming powerful and intoxicating lust. Raphi pumped his beefy bicep and continued to force his enlarged and throbbing cock into the willing and tight ass beneath him, feeling his muscled cheeks spread wider and wider, the twin mounds bulging and round, becoming pink and irritated the fucking got faster. Raphi defensively felt big now. He had to have grown several inches taller and every shred of fat on him was now hard lean, powerful muscles. Adjusting his weight he pushed the beastly cock even deeper into the stud with newfound intensity and fervor. The smaller man reveled in the new power and stamina that thrummed through his veins and pounded into the Adonis without hesitation or caution. Hips slamming loudly and heavily, each thrust produced a resounding smack that reverberated around the room over the passionate grunts and growls. Each flex of his increasingly impressive musculature was followed by another hard thrust, sending Mark even deeper into the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. Mark turned his head once again and grinned back at Raphi, a vicious lust filled smile, his deep green eyes wild and sparkling with understanding. The darker Adonis locked eyes with his and moaned out a lustfull plea, "Yeah. Fuck me dude. Fuck me hard and full. Use that big cock and hard body, I love it." The last vestiges of Raphi's restraint evaporated. Raphi grabbed a fist full of the Mark’s hair, pulling him back and shoved his fat swollen cock balls deep, the enormous stud groaning and bucking as he was impaled. Adjusting his grip to better leverage the tatted beauty below, the newest frat brother slammed his newly burgeoning cock in and out of the voluptuous rump without pause. No longer a virgin, Raphi discovered his skill and confidence inside Mark with each and every thrust. He never slowed, adjusting his stance as he felt his legs grow bigger and shifting positions to better slam away. Mark whimpered, almost purring in delight at the continued pleasure of being claimed by the newest Alpha in the house, turning his gaze back up at his lover with encouragement and lust, biting his bottom lip, cajoling him onwards to further pleasures. Raphi released his hold on Mark's beautiful hair, his larger hands gripping both shoulders as he prepared for his climax. Both men, sweating and panting continued to rock in unison and let their instincts guide them to an animalistic summit of arousal and strength. A final thunderous and violent thrust landed square on the enormous hulking Adonis' g-spot causing Mark's ass to immediately clamp around the length of cock inside it and all ten of his glorious inches to spew ropes of hot sticky cum into the mattress beneath him. As Mark spasmed and shuddered and cried out in uncontrollable orgasmic pleasure Raphi's own climax rocketed through his body, sending his brain and body both into ecstasy. His engorged cock exploded, blasting load after warm creamy load of seed inside his goth lover’s tight bubble butt. The smaller newly muscled alpha felt his body jolt with shocks of pleasure at every load his fat cock pumped into the giant stud, his bulbous balls contracting with each spurt. And not just his cock either, the rest of Raphi's body felt tight and hot and powerful as though his entire body, every cell that made it up, had been revitalized and altered. He was different. Stronger. Sexier. More assured and confident in himself than ever before. He pulled out his now eight inch cock and loosed a long moan as he saw his manhood in it's full glory. He flopped down next to the enormous alpha stud, finally out of breath and feeling spent. His mind swam in a haze of post orgasmic bliss and body tingled all over with sensations and feelings he'd never experienced in his life. He flexed his stomach and used his newly enlarged arms to feel his defined midriff, marveling at the definition as Mark settled in beside him, soaking himself in his own cum that had sank into the sheets. "That was..., I mean. Wow." Raphi panted heavily. His handsome companion smiled, his green eyes alight with that genuine attitude again. "Happy to help man. I just hope you'll feel a bit more at home in your body now that you've had your first fuck." He flexed an impressively sized bicep, kissing the rock hard peak of the mountain before him. "I felt the same when I first got here. Full of loud mouthed huge dudes with giant cocks and a one track mind. Took some time to find someone I felt safe being with my first time." Mark ruffled his hair and looked him dead in the eye, "Just wait, you're gonna love it here." *** Again, procrastination (and work) took over for a bit so sorry for the delay. I also had to cut a few pages between the last part and this part as they just didnt seem like a good fit. But I'm glad that I've finally gotten this one out the door as I think it's one of my best works. And it introduces a gay twist on a straight trope that I think came out pretty well: Big Tiddy Goth BF. I'll post a picture of Mark below.

Another short story found on an old cd from TWENTY years ago. Again,author unknown? FARMER MAN Jack’s dad was away for the week, leaving him alone to take care of the farm. His dad had to go buy some new supplements for the horses. The new experimental supplement they had for the horses made them stronger, but made them too big and they actually lost speed. Now there were cases of the supplement left in the barn, the bottles themselves looked like beer bottles. Neither of them knew what to do with the extra cases, but Jack was supposed to find a way to get rid of them while his dad was gone. The day after his dad had left, Jack was cleaning up the barn when he grabbed his beer bottle and took a swig. He swallowed hard and coughed loudly. It definitely wasn’t beer, it tasted like strangely sweet medicine. Taking a look at the bottle in his hand, Jack was shocked to find himself holding an opened supplement bottle. The strangest thing was he suddenly developed an erection. He was horny at most of the day but this one felt particularly potent to him. “Hmm…” the erection felt so good, Jack grabbed his crotch and without thinking took another swig of the bottle. Moments later, his crotch got even harder, pumping up against the front of his jeans. This was the strangest reaction Jack had ever heard of and Jack began getting dizzy and felt weak all over his body. Teetering awhile longer, Jack finally fell to the ground, feeling strangely pumped throughout his body but unable to move. His crotch throbbed harder against his jeans, making him moan with pleasure. He had no idea what was happening but wasn’t afraid at all. His balls seemed to pump ever greater and his muscles seemed to be being fed by his large genitals. A half-hour later Jack came into his jeans and he found he could move his body again. Stepping out of the barn and falling into his house, he started to examine himself. His pecs were plump, stomach was defined, and his arms and shoulders were swollen. Feeling the front of his jeans Jack was startled to find that the large bulge there hadn’t gotten any smaller since he had relieved himself. It seemed that cock and balls had gotten much bigger. Getting excited all over again, his crotch got even bigger. Jack rushed out of the house and towards the barn. He wanted more. Breaking opening the crates that contained the bottles, Jack’s eyes were met with dozens of rows of supplement bottles. Grabbing the first bottle, his forearms bulged and effortlessly twisted off the top of the bottle. Quickly downing the entire contents, Jack’s body was seized by an entire body orgasm. Collapsing again, Jack’s crotch popped his Jean’s buttons as they swelled twice as big. His muscles condensed and bulged, pumping in the same time as his balls. Pleasure sweeped across his muscled body and Jack looked with half-glazed eyes at the stacks of crates behind the one he had opened. ==================================================================================== Water is Essential for Musclegrowth “… and water makes up about 75% of our body weight.” Gary’s face slouched and his eyes drooped during Mr. Yawning’s lecture about water. School was almost out and of course Mr. Yawning had saved his most exciting lecture last. Which meant that it could almost be more interesting than watching molding bread, almost. Something wet hit Gary on the neck. Gary looked in the back to see Scott and Brent, the class clowns, trying to hide their laughing. His face turning red Gary turned back to his desk. One of these days he’d like to beat the crap out of Scott and Brent. He’d like to, except they were both pretty big and known throughout the school as pretty good fighters. “What’s wrong fag?” whispered Scott, “thought you saw the man of your dreams? Yeah, you like this don’t you?” Scott flexed his thick arm, and though he hated to admit it, Gary felt a slight stirring in his pants. Not only was he known as a good fighter, Scott was also one of the hotter guys in the school. Scott’s friend Brent tried to hold it in but couldn’t help the loud snickering escaping through his hand, making a few of the students look to the back of the room. Mr. Yawnings looked up from his gray textbook, “Is there a problem Brent?” Brent immediately stopped laughing and started looking stupid. “Well, I suppose that’s a no, shall we continue?” said Mr. Yawnings, he paused before continuing the lecture about water. Brent and Scott glared at Gary as if it was his fault. Gary knew he was going to get beat up after school. It wasn’t because Gary was some small and nerdy kid, quite the opposite, he was nearly failing math, and his lit teacher was getting suspicious of some of his assignments. And he wasn’t too disappointed with his body, he was in wrestling after all, but Scott and Brent were bigger and they were always together whenever they beat him up. Class finally ended and he started walking home, Gary planned on bulking up during the summer. Maybe he’ll grow big enough to take on both of those jerks. That’s when he remembered the package he had ordered weeks ago. Today was when he was finally going to get it! He ran towards his house, excited that perhaps he just might be able to beat up those jock jerks earlier than he had thought. He opened his mailbox, taking out brown paper wrapped package. Gary hurried inside while ripping away the paper. A bottle rolled out and Gary gazed at it, reading the label. “Hydro-Muscles! Specially modified water pills to help you gain muscle!” Gary followed the instructions and took a pill right away. The affects were supposed to be slow but should become stronger the longer he took the pills. Being rather impatient Gary decided to take two. Immediately new energy swept though his body, he needed to work out badly. Luckily, his wealthy parents had bought him a complete home gym and so he went downstairs to the basement and immediately started working out. He worked out nearly twice as hard and long as usual before he became aware of the time. He checked himself out in the mirror, not too bad, but he’d still get beat up the two jock jerks. Gary went to take a shower. Stripping off of his clothes he turned on the shower, jacking off his dick. It wasn’t fair that to go along with all those muscles, both of those jerks were massively endowed. While Gary had an average 6 inches both of those jerks had 8 inches and balls to match. He had to admit those two did give him some nice fantasies. Speaking of fantasies, Gary looked down at his body. “What the? What’s going on here?” Gary cried out, his body was definitely beefier than before he went into the shower. As he stared at his chest, he noticed it was still gently swelling. Gary quickly went out of the shower but before he tried to towel himself off, he noticed that he was already dry. “What the hell? Were those pills hallucinogens or something?” After a few minutes Gary reasoned out that it had started after he had gotten into the shower… plus the fact that he was completely dry when he got out. He decided to test his idea. Gary climbed the stairs to the kitchen where a plastic gallon container of drinking water sat on the counter. Unscrewing the cap, Gary hauled the water up to his mouth and started to drink. Even with the large gulps of water he was taking in, Gary wasn’t feeling full at all… just strangely turned on. Before he knew it, the plastic container was empty. Gary could feel the growth in his muscles as his body absorbed the water. Gary smiled… bulking up this summer will be easier than he thought. Over the next few weeks Gary switched off between working out and drinking water, he didn’t want to seem too suspicious to people. But even while being careful he couldn’t help indulging himself with a bit more water than he had planned to drink. His muscles continued to grow while he took the water pills. His parents were still away and Gary couldn’t wait to see the looks on Scott and Brent’s faces. However, Gary forgot that Scott and Brent wouldn’t be the only ones training. One day, when Gary was out jogging he looked over to see Scott and Brent wrestling around. Scott looked up and pointed to Gary… “Whoa… I see the little fags been working out.” Brent called out. Gary couldn’t believe how much they had grown, definitely roid work. The two walked over to Gary, who could see that he wouldn’t stand a chance against them. The two proceeded to beat up Gary, unlike before though he did manage to fight back and get in a few good hits. Back at home, Gary’s mouth was tight on the hose… still bleeding and bruised up. His blood was on fire; he hated those two so much now! His hand twisted on the knob, allowing more water pressure. His body swelled and swelled, the arm holding onto the hose bulged with biceps. His rage seemed to add to his growth, his wet shirt twisted and stretched tight over his bulging chest and widening back. He didn’t even notice that his jeans were ripping away at his legs, his crotch swelled with mass… but unknown to Gary, the two jocks had sneaked into his house.... "Well, what do we have here?" The End

Chapter 4 The villa At 7:30 p.m. they were rudely woken up and dressed quickly. Soon later they left the motel and were on their choppers again. Matteo wanted to jump onto his own small motorcycle, but Tony just laughed, threw it eight meters through the air into the big motel dumpster as if it was a water bottle and ordered him to jump behind the smallest biker. In normal circumstances, Matteo would have been horrified and angry at the way his possessions were handled. But the circumstances were simply no longer normal. All his feelings, his rational thinking, everything that seemed important and right to him before, was now a mess. Just as he awoke from his sleep, he was plagued by remorse. He thought of Salvador and the gym, he thought of his home, from which he moved a few months ago. Of his work, from which he had been absent for several days without excuse. Was he already fired? His insides told him not to become a criminal. ’NO, NO, NO … this is all so wrong! Live your life decently, who knows what these monsters will do to you.’ Leave them when you still are able to walk. Maybe they will not hunt you down? Maybe you can return to your training and just once in a while think about these crazy days when you are horny? Then, once he got dressed, those feelings were blown away and it seemed easiest to submit to the authority of Tony and his gang. And so he accepted that Tony would throw his bike in the trash with a shrug. The one for which he had worked hard and saved up for a long time. Wearing his torn shirt and pants and the new cap, he tried to hug the big guy in order not to fall off the chopper. And off they went driving … not to the town, but exactly the opposite direction. They sped about three hours in the dark. Matteo didn't know the surroundings anymore. He held on tightly to the hips of the behemoth who had stood guard in front of García's supermarket on Wednesday evening and buried his face in his broad back, as the headwind was quite cold. The hunk’s vest which he wore like the others directly on his naked skin smelled of a peculiar mixture of leather, masculine sweat and - in fact - also dried cum. He wasn´t in the room this morning, but did he perhaps fuck him as well last night when he was unconscious? The man in front of him didn't seem to mind the way Matteo's fingers dug through the black leather into his hips, thighs, and belly. Just a few days ago, the mere thought of touching this testosterone-brimming muscle bull, grabbing him, even literally kneading his muscles would have been completely absurd. But the events of the last few hours had turned the world upside down for Matteo. As his fingers wandered a little further to his crotch, he felt his cock through the leather, stiff and pulsating. The behemoth in front of him turned his head slightly to the right for a very brief moment, then he directed his gaze back to the street, where the other gang members were leading the way. He let Matteo continue, obviously enjoying his actions. Did these guys ever go soft? Where the hell did they suddenly appear from? And how did they get so massive without the media noticing? Matteo had been on Instagram every day to look at the postings of the biggest bodybuilders worldwide. He had also noted with great amazement the enormous increases in performance in the last two and a half years. The winners of some years ago would have looked like pathetic dwarfs next to today's mass monsters, and fans wondered what new drugs might have flooded the market. Drugs whose access was obviously reserved for a very, very few people. These men he rode into the unknown with were definitely Mr. Olympia material, but he had never seen anything about them. He guessed that they were indeed high-stake criminals, so it was possibly no problem for them to have access to these drugs? The area was hilly and very remote, just once in a while a fence or a wall of a rich hacienda. After about an hour of stroking, kneading and massaging the muscles and rod of the man riding in front of him who still didn’t object to it, the other bikers slowed down. When they all stopped, Matteo mounted off as well as the others who began to gather around Tony. Each of them got some instructions and then they started to arrange their rifles, masks and night vision equipment. The twins and Sergio were sent forward to the hacienda as a vanguard. Their tasks seemed to have been prepared for a long time and so they didn't waste many words and nodded briefly to Tony. Despite their incredibly huge muscular legs which should actually hinder each other, they ran towards the entrance of the hacienda with the most astonishing speed. Despite the running pace and their heavy armament and other equipment that they carried with them (well, heavy at least for any ordinary person) they didn’t need to pant or even breathe loudly. After 400 meters (437 yards) they reached their destination at the top of a little hill completely silently, put on their night vision device, scanned the entrance gate for some seconds, prepared and both fired in unison with their silenced machine guns. Then they came back and reported to Tony who nodded his head in approval. Matteo, who couldn’t hear exactly what they had told him, was too scared to say a word. They all jumped back on their bikes and drove to the large modern gate. Next to it was a small building for the security service. The only two bodyguards on duty in the middle of the night were lying at the entrance in their pool of blood. Both had been shot precisely in their heads. Several cameras in the area were shattered. Tony stopped his bike next to them. As absurd as it was in this situation, Matteo couldn't help but notice how the leather pants almost burst open over the enormous muscle of Tony's thigh, which he heaved over his equally massive bike as he dismounted. Both assassinated bodyguards were sturdy and clearly had been working out. Next to Tony they simply looked fragile and insignificant. He bent over their corpses, grabbed the right hand of the bigger guy and pulled off his forefinger in a clear and swift movement. He did that so many times with the dead and the living before. It had become his signature torture move. Then he slammed his fist into the skull. Blood, splinters of the skull and reddish-yellowish brain tissue splashed against his forearm and into the surrounding area. He worked his way up the front of his skull, breaking off more and more pieces of bone, as if he were breaking potato chips. Matteo watched from a distance this brutal action. It took him a minute to realize that Tony was freeing both eyeballs from their bony wrapping. One of the two muscle bulls, whose names he still didn’t know yet, had a small container filled with liquid with him, in which the eyeballs were immediately stowed away so that they did not dry out. Whereas Matteo was almost hypnotized in a mixture of horror and awe, Tony grinned wickedly at the pulpy mass which once was a human head. He decided to introduce this as his new signature way of dealing with assholes, especially efficient in front of politicians, bankers, all that kind of scum that he wanted to subdue … so that they understood that they had to serve him or follow the same fate. There was no alarm to be heard, no lights were on. Apparently, inside the villa, the carnage at the entrance had not yet been noticed. The bikers then moved directly to the gate and pressed the loose finger on the digital sensor. The device recognised the fingerprints of the security employee and opened the gate. Tony dropped it into the pocket of his leather vest knowing that it would possibly open some more gates.Insert They left their choppers outside and marched into the inner area of the vast estate. This would soon be their new operating headquarters once its current owner was subdued … which did not constitute a problem knowing their power, their extraordinary skills, their ruthlessness and brutality. Approaching the main house they caught sight of a young and fit guard standing in front of another entrance close to the villa itself. When, in turn, he saw the horde of hyper-muscular, aggressive men marching towards him, he ran towards his booth where he left his rifle. Of course, he had no chance at all to reach it, as the overpowering group of thugs was much quicker. Alan reached him first, decided not to kill him immediately but just punch in his head and knock him unconscious. Matteo asked himself whether this was an act of grace, if he simply wanted to avoid the noise of a firearm so close to the main house or if he rather had more wicked plans for the doomed guard. Based on their previous inquiries, they had actually assumed that there would also be two security guards working in the internal security area. But the other one wasn’t there, which messed up their planning. The only person they could have tortured to squeeze for the information about the whereabouts of the other employee was now lying unconscious on the ground. Tony ordered them to split. Two of them were to search the vast grounds for the missing security guard and kill him. Just as any more personnel possibly wandering around the estate. Tony would enter the house with four more men. After making sure that the unconscious employee's gun was fully loaded, Matteo was given the task of guarding him with his own rifle and warning the others by the transceiver applied to his ear if anything suspicious happened. Matteo had recognized his duty. He was completely on his own and without them having put him through his paces beforehand, he was assigned a function, a comparatively small but however not unimportant task. Just like a few days before, when he was resting below Ted's gigantic cock and waiting to swallow the excess bull semen pouring out of Isabella's mouth, he was about to do his job conscientiously. And yet something was different. He was supposed to look around and out in the dark, to patrol the front, but he was too excited, too high on adrenaline, too high on testosterone to think rationally. Was it just curiosity? As if he were guided by a powerful force he abandoned his task, walked through the entrance gate of the inner security ring, which Tony had previously opened with the help of his victim's finger and eyeballs, and after a few meters he reached the luxurious entrance portal of the villa. To the left of it was a brightly lit window. Matteo started peeking through it. Yet In doing so, he was careful not to be seen himself. The living room was very elegant and tastefully decorated. To the left was a travertine wall, in which a very long illuminated display case was embedded. Inside the display case, antiques, golden plates and Meissen porcelain placed on dark velvet were effectively illuminated from various directions. Next to it was a large fireplace, also made of travertine. The logs that burned inside had probably been refilled only a few minutes ago. Then in the middle of the room an English grandfather clock, maybe 100-years old. To the right an enormous solid oak table surrounded by heavy wooden chairs. On two chairs that were right next to each other sat Tony. One chair alone would probably not have been solid enough for his weight. The furniture, which was sturdily built, looked fragile under his gargantuan proportions. His breathtakingly muscular leather-covered legs were resting on the table together with his heavy black military boots. There was no doubt who was in full command and owned the room. Next to him stood a middle-aged, tall and slim man in an elegant suit. The golden watch on his wrist reflected the light of the fireplace. He might have been quite tall for an ordinary person, but not compared with Tony, who towered over his head a little, although he was sitting and the elegantly dressed gentleman was standing. Most of the time he looked directly at Tony and stood with his back to Matteo. Again there was such a strange, almost crazy moment where Matteo was distracted from the action and only noticed that from his viewpoint Tony's right pectoral muscle protruded left and right over the entire upper body of the villa owner - even though he was sitting behind him! The proprietor was absolutely terrified. Matteo couldn't hear what was being said, but his body language was unambiguous. When he turned around towards the window, Matteo could see his face for the first time. It looked very familiar to him, but he just wondered how he knew him. Odd … very odd. Matteo rummaged through deeper and older memories of his sex-wrecked brain. Oh, yes, of course! Now he remembered. He saw that face smiling from every billboard in town just ten months ago. The handsome elegant man in a suit, just like tonight, was indeed … yes … Senator Vazques, running for reelection. He succeeded and represented their province in the Senate once again. Wow, Senator Vazques! What a big fish. The most important politician of the whole province… and he was trembling in front of the bikers! Bikers who were superior to him, who had obviously more power than he did. He probably had no idea how superior their power really was. Matteo heard a weird sound in the bushes and realized that in fact he was supposed to monitor outside. He went a few steps back to the still unconscious guard at the inner entrance gate and scanned the area. He slowly approached the bushes, pushed aside a few twigs and looked inside, but still nothing. Then his scrutinizing gaze went back to the security guy, whose body he compared with his own. Would the guy´s ass be really sturdy enough to survive a gang rape of all these hypermasculine ultra horny beasts? Wouldn’t he simply tear open in the face of so many thick, rock-solid phallic monsters, all of them between 26 and 33 cm (10-13 inches) long? Would his ass be able to grab their dicks one by one just as forcefully as he did and milk the juice out of them? No he probably wouldn’t. Matteo suddenly remembered what they said about Tony doing in the motel, the night before he was raped, the same night when they also pumped their jizz into Isabella for the first time. They said that Tony fucked the security guy of the motel TO DEATH! Matteo felt that he had already proven both to himself and the bikers that he was higher up in the hierarchy. Maybe … well maybe … they would allow him to join the pack and fuck that bodyguard when he had come back to his senses? Lost in thought, he once again failed to accomplish his actual task, returned to the window and started to peer again through it. This time the Senator was on hands and knees. His suit and his white shirt were torn and his trousers were down! A thin trickle of blood flowed from his hair to his face. Tony was still sitting on the chairs, but now with his feet on the ground and Vazquez was kissing his boots! Another chair next to him was broken, one of its legs was smeared with blood, probably having inflicted his head wound just before. Now the massive bodies of even more intruders were in Matteo’s field of view, filling the room completely. Sergio, mercilessly pushing the barrel of his machine gun from behind into the Senator’s underwear close to his ass with an itchy trigger finger. One twin recording the scene with his smartphone. While kissing, Vazquez's face contorted with fear kept glancing into a corner of the living room. Matteo followed his gaze and saw a beautiful woman. Her elaborate hairstyle was ruined, her elegant evening dress completely torn open at the side. Vazquez´half-naked wife was being french-kissed by the other twin, whoever it was, clearly against her will. And then, all of a sudden, electricity was turned off and everything went black. Matteo turned around, but something hit him in his head and with a thud he landed on the ground. In the meantime when Matteo was back at the inner entrance when he heard the sound in the bushes:

Chapter 3: Initiation ceremony Heaven knows how many hours had passed before Matteo regained consciousness. He was no longer in the bar, but in a dimly lit room - probably in the motel. His innards felt like they had been torn apart. His eyes hurt like hell. When he opened them, he had double vision - but at least he wasn't blind, as he had previously feared. He had to blink a few more times, which was difficult as the drying cum pasted his eyelids together like glue. After a few seconds, his eyes were finally open and he saw much more cum on his arms and hands, dried up halfway down the run, similar to little icicles hanging from a roof in winter. Someone had casually thrown his cap on a lamp next to a little coffee table. He had absolutely no explanation for why deep down he longed to wear it, or at least to have it as close to his body as possible. His shirt was torn to shreds on the floor. Probably it couldn't be fast enough for them to unpack their toy. There was quite havoc in the room and lots of even more cum everywhere …. on the walls, damaged curtains and - most of all - the bed he was lying on. Lying on? Actually, he saw himself stretched and tied to the bed with plastic cuffs… the ones which cops use for work! And then, a few meters to his right, he saw two other muscle monsters standing completely naked in the room that he hadn’t seen before. They were obviously preoccupied with themselves as they were kissing each other uninhibitedly. For Matteo it was impossible to tell where one monumental body ended and the other began. Everything merged into a huge pile of fat-free, bone-dry mountain of beef. Only the two bearded faces were clearly distinguishable from each other. Even from their back and shoulders thick white sticky semen dripped in large globs to the floor. “He wakes up!” It was the voice of one of the twins thundering across the room. Matteo saw the twin hulk … was it Ted or Alan? … naked except for his black combat military boots ... as he nimbly typed on the keyboard of his mobile phone. “Your insta password?” Oh my Gawd, Noooo! Panic swept over Matteo. Who knows what had happened to him in the meantime.... What of all that had been filmed? You didn't want to...? “PASSWORD!!” A plate-sized hand squeezed his neck from behind and pressed on his windpipe for a second … just like on a lemon used for cooking. Rattling and trembling, he gave it to them when the pressure stopped for a moment. Matteo hadn't expected the massive biker, who weighed perhaps 160 kg, to have such sophisticated fine motor skills. In a flash, his fingers scurried over the keyboard and he seemed to be uploading fifteen or twenty videos. His mouth twisted more and more into a diabolical grin. One of the naked standing bikers said “Time for a good morning breeding!” as he interrupted his kiss. He seemed to be maybe five years older than the twins. Was it really already Saturday morning? When Matteo entered the bar yesterday, it was just 6 p.m. God knows what had happened in the meantime. “What name did your fucking whore mom give you?” “My name … name … is Matteo!” “Good. For me you are cum-dump. CD. Does that sound good?” “Er … “ “DOES THAT SOUND GOOD??!!?” “Yes.” “YES, WHAT??” “Yes,... Sir!” “Cum dump, I have to compliment you. As a fucktoy you're not doing too badly. Your ass is nice and firm, better than Isabella and George ….the lousy other bartender who still can’t walk. You were sturdy enough to survive.” When he stopped talking, his piercing gaze became sharper again. Matteo couldn't interpret that behavior at first. Then he hoped that he was simply expecting gratitude for the compliment “Thank you very much,” … “Sir!”, he hastily added at the end of the sentence. Was it this gratitude that he expressed that caused the hunk to tear apart his cuffs with his bare hands in a swift move? When Matteo sat up on his cum-soaked mattress, he noticed how painful every single movement felt to him. Without thinking about it, he grabbed his cum-smeared cap from the lamp and put it on. Meanwhile, the twin bull had finished uploading the videos and walked right up to Matteo from the side. His gargantuan thighs were interfering with each other so that his body had to waddle, as you often see with professional bodybuilders. His easily 30 cm (12 inch) long mantool did as well. It pointed diagonally upwards, led forward and obviously never seemed to get completely limp. Finally he was so close that his mantool touched Matteo's cheek and pushed his head to the side. Matteo was so fixated on his action that he hadn't even noticed that another behemoth had approached him from behind in the meantime. He was one of the kissers from before and didn’t say a word so far. Actually he was probably five or six years older than the others and if he simply had shaved off his hair, he would have won every Mr. Olympia on the spot with his competition-ready body. Out of nowhere his rock-solid equally huge mantool hit him diagonally from behind on the other side of his head with the force of a baseball bat. "Haha, great hit, Tony!”, sneered Alan. “Come join us, Sergio”, said the alpha-biker with extremely brutal facial features called Tony. An incredibly massive alpha titan in the midst of his hyper-masculine muscle-bull gang. He was definitely their leader. And then, gazing downwards, he directed his deep voice back to Matteo. “Lick them, cum dump!". Without even thinking, Matteo started licking Alan’s and Tony’s throbbing dicks, careful to give equal attention to both. Even though the blow to his skull still hurt, his consciousness was primarily aware of the incredible hardness of the hot, almost muscular organs. What a thrilling experience. Only his subconscious noticed that another arm started checking the firmness of his ass. Actually his glutes were very well developed, as he had very good genetics for bodybuilding and loved doing deep squats. Some seconds later, several fingers started to knead his hole and prepared him for penetration. For whatever reason, Matteo, who had to endure the sexual attacks of the four bikers unconscious and chained up the night before, almost felt transformed by now. With a completely different mindset, he was looking forward to everything that was to come and welcomed the kneading fingers with great confidence. His innards stretched - still completely untouched - awaiting the penetration that would definitely follow, as if they were literally anticipating what was happening. He knew he could open his mouth wider than ever before in his life, his throat was eager to rub against the vein-flooded mantools, to wrestle with them. He lost all sense of time as his dearest wish came true. Everything was happening very fast now. Matteo was entered from both ends by three or maybe four men, he couldn’t tell precisely. Muscles were everywhere around him. However, he did not perceive their objective brutality as such. Huge meaty hairy chests were hanging above him, insanely heavy legs were pinning him to the ground. Smelly hairy armpits were given to him to lick whenever his mouth was not being fucked. He was flogged by someone on his back and ass and loved it. Probably blood was pouring, but he couldn’t see nor did he have time to get aware of the situation. Then frenzied noises echoed through the room as he felt an enormous but nevertheless wonderful pain in his nipples. Nipples which he actually couldn’t see as he kept licking the huge muscular ass of one of the horny bulls that sat on his face. Matteo tried to gasp some air from underneath the huge gluteus muscles which were each much bigger than his head. The pain had been caused by Ted. He had used a stun gun on him that electroshocked and partially burned his nipples. With a cruel smirk on his face, showing all his teeth, he enjoyed the destruction he had caused on the young man’s flesh. At the same time Matteo’s whole body including his intestines convolved due to the electric shock, which sent Alan though the roof, who was fucking Matteo’s hole from behind. He started climaxing profusely inside Matteo, but - even though he hadn’t finished cumming yet - was soon replaced by Sergio. Alan kept shooting ten or twelve more cumjets with full full force onto the whole pile of muscle. It was buzzing in Matteo's head so much that he didn't really notice the course of events anymore. Nor that the last two muscle bikers from another motel room had joined the impenetrable pile of mountains of muscle and firing organs. Six specimens of the most muscle-packed men in the world rammed themselves into his orifices, pressed their paws into his flesh, choked his windpipe, shot their copious fresh semen directly into his stomach, deep into his intestines, into his nostrils and even into his eyes again. He knew he would achieve his goal of satisfying them all again and again with dreamlike certainty. Everywhere he looked, fat-free, deeply incised mountains of muscle moved only a few inches in front of his eyes, it was impossible to tell their individual body parts apart. Every now and then he saw supermen wrestling their muscular tongues in each other’s mouths as he was pushed back and forth by whomever jackhammer. Now he felt Tony again inside him. How many times he might have already ejaculated today? For all intents and purposes, he was the most massive. Nearly two meters tall, probably 170 kg of pure muscle with a 32 cm cock (6 '5 feet / 375 lbs / 12,6 inches). He didn’t just look brutal … he actually WAS the most brutal of them all. The night before he had fucked the sturdy motel security guy to death and afterwards terrorised the fat motel owner who came alerted by Isabella. However they did it, the gang managed to intimidate him so much that he didn't dare to call the police, who were hardly to be seen in this godforsaken area anyway. Matteo didn’t know that Tony had fucked all the rest of his gang one by one before. That’s why Tony was now in a kind of chill mood, had no vicious plans for the youngster and would have described his movements as “gentle-fucking a nice tight hole”. However Matteo thought that someone had inserted a baseball bat in his ass and was raping him with it … which was exactly what his innards seemed to demand. He couldn’t scream as his mouth and throat were filled with someone else’s throbbing cum-gun and he had to focus on gasping for air when - thanks God - the invasion was interrupted from time to time. But as soon as a musclerod was pulled out of his throat and mouth to let him gasp for a few seconds, Matteo felt terribly empty and with his eyes almost closed he sought contact with the next massive glans again. It was pounding in his head that this orgy should never never never end. Tony kept breeding Matteo when he casually asked Ted where he got this hottie from. Ted immediately explained to him yesterday’s situation. “I love his ass. This guy is crazy. Gives me the pressure exactly where I need it. Just the right amount in the right spot, sometimes in the front, sometimes in the back, as if he feels exactly what I need. His grip is stronger than his ass looks … and it doesn’t look that bad. How old are you, cum-dump?” “Ahh … ahh … eig … eig … eigh … teen …!” “Eighteen! And already so skilled. He could be useful to us. Don’t break him. And you, Ted, stop tasering him, got it?” Ted, who had planned testing how much electrical shocks the youngster would withstand before becoming a useless corpse, had to agree reluctantly. But he promised to himself to use his stun gun for his next sex victim. Half an hour later the fuck orgy was finished leaving Matteo a wreck. Covered with nearly a quarter of a liter of various cum (including his own) mixed with some blood, with a bruised eye, a flogged back and ass, a distorted mouth (when two cocks had tried to force their entry simultaneously) and intestines full of new protein, he was coughing and gasping for air. He was in a state of shock, but unbelievably satisfied at the same time. What he just went through was an amazing ultimate sex experience that no other man, let alone woman in town could have given him. Back to his senses, Matteo saw Tony standing in front of him. He had put his black leather pants on again, but stayed naked above his waist. The two humongous pectoral muscles stood like hemispheres which reflected the sunlight coming in through the window. They were alive and expanded with every breath he took. If you were to make the attempt to feel the end of the deep crevice in the middle with your fingertips, then all of your wrist would have sunk into it as well. His dark nipples were pointing straight down due to the pectoral mass. Above the chest were two traps, engulfing his equally muscular neck and reaching to his ears. His enormous round shoulders were each the size of a biker's head. And just beneath them Tony’s famous arms. The ones that created so much pain and torture to the innocent and to the less innocent. Matteo continued staring at this amazing and thrilling masculine body, when Tony interrupted him. “Back to your senses?” Matteo nodded. “You liked the fun we had with you?” Matteo nodded again. ”If you want to repeat that experience, you'll have to work for it. Clean yourself up, dress up and follow us. Your shitty life might become meaningful once we take over this province.” In any other situation, it would be absolutely reckless to trust a completely unknown person and let him in on the criminal intentions, without putting him through his paces. But the way Matteo had just (literally) mastered the gang-bang seemed to make further questions about his trustworthiness and loyalty amazingly superfluous. “You will get your exact instructions later!” After devouring tons of food brought to them by several door-dash delivery services, Tony ordered his gang to sleep for four or five hours before they would leave tonight. Only now Matteo realized how tired he actually was after his hellish ride in the night. It was early afternoon, but it wasn't a minute before he slept soundly.

Chapter 2: Motel Río Bravo On Friday morning Matteo´s brain was simply fogged up with images of huge muscles. Last night he had dreamed of the bikers and now after waking up he couldn't get them out of his head either. Every single one of them had fascinated him more than any other man in his life. In the last three years, he had already attended bodybuilding events with his coach and had also seen IFBB pros as guest posers. But that was nothing compared to the monsters from two days earlier! And not to mention all four of them together! Were they really bigger than the IFBB pros he saw live or followed on Instagram? Or was perception simply playing tricks on him? At an international bodybuilding championship, after all, you are inwardly prepared for the sight of massive bodies. The bikers, on the other hand, who were to the least just as massive, appeared completely unexpectedly in an environment with otherwise "normal" people. Matteo had already had sexual experiences with both women and men starting at the age of fifteen. But in his imagination, it was extremely muscular men who turned him on the most. So muscular, in fact, that it was practically impossible to ever meet them in reality. Well, at least that was until two days ago. An insatiable desire to see them again aroused in him, up close, undisturbed, without a hurry. All day long his rod was at least semi-stiff. Looking at the morph on his cap again, he smiled, put it on and began to organize his thoughts. Would the giants still be in town? Then, where could he find them? Just in case they were here for some days, they’d need a place to stay. Well, then there were just two options - either the hotel on the main square or the more shabby motel Río Bravo out of town on the road to Monterrey. Although he estimated his chance of meeting those muscle hunks again as close to zero, he had to give it a try. The hotel was closer, so Matteo jumped on his motorcycle and headed towards the afternoon sun. Some minutes later he arrived and looked for the associated parking lot. It was just behind the hotel. Damn… no motorbikes at all! He drove all the streets in the neighborhood. Here and there a few motorcycles, but there were never several ones next to each other. Discouraged, he drove out of town towards Motel Rio Bravo as his last ray of hope. Bingo! “¡Dios mío, qué suerte, no me lo creo!” His heart beat faster as he saw the big choppers with American car plates parked in front of the motel. And there were not four, but even eight of them! What should he do? All day long he had been so obsessed with finding those bulls that he didn't even think about how to get in touch with them. How would they react to him? Especially if they saw his glances… his excitement … and, well, that he was gay? They had shown no mercy with García, would they turn their brutality against him as well? With a strange mixture of excitement, fear and unrestrained lust, Matteo passed the abandoned entrance area and walked straight ahead to the small motel bar. Two freakishly huge bikers sat completely crammed into the - in itself - comfortable lounge furniture and drank cerveza while talking to each other. Their formidable size … it was real! In the morning Matteo had asked himself whether his mind had not played games with him and his image of the men in his head had grown larger in comparison to reality. No … this WAS reality and they actually seemed even BIGGER than in his mind! And their musky smell … even though the bar was otherwise empty, it was completely filled with the smell of testosterone. Both of them looked like identical twins with their clean-shaven heads and a thick trimmed beard covering the top of their pectoral spheres which were jutting out from under their leather vests. Their gigantic arms were covered in tattoos. Matteo entered, sat down a couple of meters next to them, ordered a beer as well and tried not to watch them too obviously from the side. His heart was running fast and his dick was almost painfully swollen. “Isabella, come here!” The voice from the colossally muscular stud was so deep that his words roared in the room just like thunder. Matteo couldn’t see which twin had spoken. Slowly, a pretty 25-year-old girl who had been washing beer glasses behind the bar in complete silence and seclusion stood up. She had long black hair. However, her smile seemed fake, and she couldn't hide the fact that she was terribly afraid. Strangely her face was a little swollen and her mouth was distorted. As she slowly moved towards the two hulking clones, Matteo noticed that she was both limping and trembling. “Don´t wince like that!” When Isabella stood close enough, the tall muscle twin remained seated as he easily reached into her cleavage with his plate-sized paw and slowly started to caress her boobs. Huffing and puffing sounds escaped his nose, and the hair in his thick jet-black beard curled in his breath. Although she was well-endowed up above, she didn't wear a bra, which seemed to please him. After a while he released her right breast from her dress and took turns squeezing her teat and kneading her breast as a whole. “Oh, please … please … not again.” The bartender's voice was barely audible,either because she was too afraid or because the swelling on her face made it difficult for her to speak a simple sentence. He continued to grab her with one hand when he occasionally reached with his other one for his beer glass, exchanged a few words with his brother and then let his gaze wander into the room of the bar. His nonchalant, almost deeply relaxed gaze met Matteo (who in turn stared at him as if hypnotized). He even winked at him briefly, as if his behavior here in public was the most normal thing in the world and he was just telling a twelve-year-old boy how a real man should deal with a woman. His gargantuan brother grabbed her crotch at the same time. After a short time, her dress seemed to get in his way and with one single movement he tore her robe off, just as easily as tearing apart two pieces of toilet paper. When both muscle bulls noticed that she wasn't wearing panties either, their mouths twisted into diabolic smiles. “Let's see if you’ve washed away our cum, coozie. If so, then God have mercy on you!” Still completely unmoved by the fact that Matteo was in the room, one brute twin began to grab Isabella by her butt with just his left hand and lifted her up into the air with complete ease as if she weighed nothing. With her pussy just above his face, he slowly stuck his tongue out of his grinning mouth. Even his tongue looked muscular and bigger than a human one! He playfully let it dance like a muscular pink snake on top of his thick beard, moving it back and forth quickly to the left and right and making babbling noises in anticipation. Isabella let out short cries of fear, then his arm flexed a little and he lowered her a few inches so that his tongue could purposefully penetrate the entrance of her vagina. Still holding her with only one arm, he moved her body up and down, back and forth just a few centimeters. The resulting loud smacking sounds even drowned out the background music. One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed… The waitress whose limbs moved helplessly in the air began to moan, but somehow to Matteo it wasn't quite clear if she was still as scared as she had just been. When after four minutes the massive hunk stretched his arm and pushed her back up above him, a considerable portion of his black beard was covered in thick white semen, which seemed to have flowed out of her pussy. Judging by the quantity she probably had endured a real gang-bang just before. It was unbelievable how she could have kept it all inside. To Matteo it was now clear where the distortion of her mouth and the swelling in her face came from. “Good girl! Ted, I think it's time to refill her,'' he said and immediately opened the zipper of his leather pants with one hand, but gratefully accepted his brother ́s support to pull it down over his colossal dark tanned thighs. The trail of black hair didn´t obscure any of the pencil-thick throbbing veins running along the mountains and valleys of his muscles. Even from a good few meters away, Matteo saw them clearly. Once the leather was down to his knees, his monstrous veined mantool flipped from his posers and stood straight, its glans angrily pulsating with a dark red color. With his right hand he distributed his abundant precum all over his shaft. Only then did he lower Isabella which he still held with his left hand. One evil look at her almost completely closed eyes and then he thrusted the tough, beefy, and fully tumescent flesh of his mighty horse cock into her slimy pussy directly up to the hilt. She screamed out loud. The other twin took his mobile phone and elatedly started filming his brother fucking the girl mid-air. “Yeah, give it to her, Alan….yeah … make her happy …,” Ted cheered his brother on while he kept filming and massaged the growing bulge in his own pants with his free hand. “Alan, push your hammer in … deeper … yeah … crush her pussy … yeah, I can even see you through her abs … ” Alan´s powerful thrusts seemed to turn on his titanic twin brother, who moved his mobile phone with professional expertise, alternating between close ups of her pussy being penetrated by Alan’s monstrous rod, his heavy balls which knocked with thuds against his thighs, then from worm’s eyes view the erect nipples on the giant shelves of Alan’s pectorals which obscured a large part of his thick beard and his burly rough face above in the background. Then back to her juicy big boobs and her almost unconscious face. Even though Matteo realized that he was witnessing a true rape, he didn’t dare to say a word. Besides, even though she clearly stated that she didn’t want this to happen at first, it seemed to him that her moans were now clearly more of pleasure than pain - despite all her exhaustion. He stared at what was happening with his eyes and mouth wide open, and had long since given up trying to hide his curiosity about it. Suddenly he awoke from his hypnosis state when Ted fixed him with his piercing gaze and pointed his finger at him. His roaring voice commanded him to come. “Hold it! And don´t you dare shake the video! Take both Alan and me. Smooth camera movements. Take close-ups of our dongs, then show our muscles again! Just as you have watched it all the time, boy! And listen! I said smooth movements. Nothing is worse than frantic camera work.” He handed him his mobile as he took his pants - with considerable effort - down himself. His thighs were equally huge. Actually in terms of their faces, their muscular development and even their dicks the twins were absolutely indistinguishable from one another. Just two absolutely perfect, colossally massive, hyper virile muscle clones. He was about to ram his monster tool into the opening that he could reach from the other side - which was her bruised mouth - when he saw the bulge in Matteo's pants soaked with pre. “Jeez, what do we have here? Alan, watch that lil’ boy!” “He's into muscles. Just look at the guy on his cap,” growled Alan while he kept on banging his gun barrel mercilessly with full force into her fragile body. Ted decided to snatch his phone back from Matteo and instead asked for his. Matteo was left surprised as he had absolutely no idea why the guy wanted his mobile phone, but it was out of question to disobey and not to follow his instructions. He unlocked it and put it in Ted’s callused right hand. The behemoth started the video immediately as he fixed Isabella's head with his left hand and deftly opened her mouth to the utmost with its thumb and forefinger simultaneously. He could only push a quarter of his muscled dick inside until the hotel employee started to choke violently. She was now skewered mid-air on the twin´s hands and powerful musclerods like a piece of meat on a grill. Ted directed Matteo directly below the remaining three quarters of his dong which were still left outside. The nose of the eighteen year young adult almost touched its underside and Isabella’s long black hair, falling down, tickled his face. “She won't drink all my juice. You lick up the excess. And don´t you dare miss even one drop!” Matteo took the warning seriously. Actually he realized that never before had his health or even life been in such acute danger, and he focused all his attention on waiting for the moment when the giant muscle-hulk would cum his juices into the helpless girl. But never before in his life had he been so turned on at the same time. Both siblings seemed to possess rich experience in perfectly coordinating their thrusts. After about two minutes of warming her up, Ted managed to thrust more and more centimeters past her uvula deep into her throat. Every fifteen or eighteen thrusts he would shortly take his rod out and give her some time to gasp for breath. But it was just about some seconds until he was back in, definitely not enough time for her to even begin to recover. Even though the girl’s face was now facing downwards, Matteo couldn't see her eyes as she was obscured by the sheer size of Ted’s monster. Never had he seen such a monumental dick, not even in any porn video. He couldn’t see that her eyes were no longer open, but obviously her body still moved on its own. “Turnaround, Alan!” With perfect coordination they rotated her on their relentless pistons in a fraction of a second 180 degrees, so that she was now facing upwards showing both of them her face and breasts. In and out, in and out …. In the long run this mid-air position was certainly not comfortable for fucking, but the effortlessness with which the twins held her upright and fucked her as a kind of perfect tag-team was simply breathtaking. Matteo still tried to remain highly focused to control the movement of the vein-flooded giant penis above him, waiting for the cum. But the smell of testosterone emanating from the biker's groin made him feel dizzy. His hands instinctively searched for the biker's ultra-massive thighs. Barely noticeable at first, he touched his flawless skin and the thin trail of fur on it. Then he started to feel the mountains of muscle, the deep incisions between them, the thick veins protruding from the flesh like warm ropes not giving way to the pressure of his fingers. The palpated sensation triggered an explosion of endorphins in his brain. It took him a few seconds to realize that he hadn't even asked permission to touch the muscle bull's skin. But Ted didn't seem to mind and kept moving his thighs rhythmically back and forth. He even let Matteo’s hands wander over to his well shaven grapefruit-sized testicles. Matteo squeezed them gently at first, first the left, then the right one. Plucking up courage, he increased the pressure and began to knead each cumglobe with both hands, as a single hand wouldn't have been sufficient to encompass it completely. As Ted started moaning, Matteo came hands-free in his pants for the first time ever - with a force never experienced in his life before. Again a short respite for Isabella. With his right hand the muscle titan kept filming his pulled out, angrily red slimy throbbing penis dripping precum onto her exhausted face, which he still held with his left hand. But when he heard some panting noises underneath him, his steel-hard club acted by itself hands free and hit Matteo (who was still firing his load) left and right in the face with considerable force. Despite these violent swings, he held the camera that recorded that humiliation in close-up in complete control without the slightest tremor. It took more or less twenty minutes of merciless double power penetration till the chock-full grapefruit-sized balls of both supermen finally started to empty their load into Isabella. Just like all of their actions before, their orgasms were precisely timed to each other. The muscle bulls only exchanged glances for the command. From underneath Matteo noticed that Ted’s testicles lifted themselves up and started shooting their juices through the monstrous shaft deep into Isabella's esophagus. The bartender held out for four or five seconds, then massive amounts of cum shot back out of her mouth and even her nose over the moving massive plunger. From the outset, there was no chance for Matteo to swallow all this. Within half a minute, his face and large parts of his shirt were encased in thick, sticky, white glowing semen. After a minute or so, Ted took his cum cannon out of her mouth. It was so filled with blood that the skin over it almost seemed to burst. His cum blasted unabatedly and he pointed it at her and Matteo's bodies for another minute. Isabella, whose mouth was finally freed from its gag coughed as if she was going to suffocate any second. Apparently, the semen had also ended up deep in her windpipe. Matteo saw up to the giant for a brief moment. Ted’s bushy black eyebrows contorted and an angry piercing gaze escaped from his deep black eyes. A second later, his continuing cumjets hit Matteo’s eyes directly at close range. Matteo shut them immediately, but the force of the impact had been so strong that he thought he’d go blind at any moment. “I've warned you. Now you’ll suffer. Miserably!” Matteo's eyes were still closed and he was only concerned with the question of what damage his eyes had suffered. He didn't hear the coughing girl, seemingly far away from him, hitting the ground with a dull thud. And he was not in the least prepared to be abruptly lifted up. He felt cool air first on his buttocks. Then his pants were suddenly gone, and an indescribable pain deep inside his innards made him faint.

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These seem to quite match to Henry physical description to some extents. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1791-muscle-bear-price/ Maybe he need sharper jawline, and shorter hair, blue eyes. His erected penis almost reaches his chest as in part 5. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1786-muscle-bear-drake/ He seems a bit too old, but has daddy vibes. His bulge need to be bigger, and his eyes need to be blues. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1565-bodybuilder-zaid/ need shorter hair, but more body hair? rendering of muscle looks a bit odd and unrealistic.

AI generated Henry attempts Wish I could make it generate below portions

Pt. 5 w/ more to cum Zack screamed internally. Here it was, his ultimate dream, laid out on a platter ready to be served to him. The game was finally over, the jig was up, and Zack could just walk right down the hallway and have his wildest fantasy come true. But, something kept him glued to the couch. Henry’s comment of ‘admit defeat’, Zack refused to lose to him. He sat on the couch for a few minutes and formed his plan. He walked to get a glass of water, feeling the cool relief of the fresh well water cool his throat before he filled the glass up again. He walked down the hallway, his heart beating loud in his ears, blood rushing to his cock with anticipation. Zack stood in the doorway, and Henry stood with his back to the door, standing in front of three full length mirrors in the corner of his room. Henry remained silent as Zack crossed the threshold into the room. The scent of musk and cologne dominated the room. Zack walked across the room, placed the glass of water on the bedside table, then moved towards Henry who was posing in front of the mirrors. Admiring the size of his own biceps as he pumped them slowly in front of himself. Zack stood behind Henry, “You win.” He said, inches from Henry’s back. He could feel heat radiating off of Henry’s huge body. Henry turned around, his cock again in it’s pouch, straining to break free again as it pushed against Zack’s stomach. Zack could feel the thickness of it rub against his body and he shuttered in pleasure. His face right up against Henry’s large chest, the thick hairs tickling his face. He felt arms slowly enclose around him, then he was weightless, lifted into the air, his face rising above Henry’s pecs and laid even with his handsome face. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Henry said, a sneer in his voice as his lips curled into a smile. Zack’s throbbing cock was pushed against Henry’s chest, the feeling of overwhelming power from the two huge pecs rubbing against his little dick was pushing Zack to the edge, Henry’s hot breath on his neck. Henry’s huge hands held Zack’s ass, and he could feel Henry’s big fingers begging to get to his hole. “Let’s see what we’re working with here.” Henry said, and he ripped Zack’s underwear open along his crack. His ass suddenly exposed and he felt the huge rough hand’s exploring his bare cheeks. Henry probed one finger inside Zack, Zack’s hole responded with a strong twitch as the first thing to ever enter his hole stretched him. Zack moaned into Henry’s neck as he fell forward. “Fuck boy, you’re tight.” Zack whimpered in pleasure as Henry moved his finger around, searching for Zack’s sweet spot. “Have you ever been fucked?” Henry said, almost in a growl against Zack’s ear, his teeth grazing the outside of Zack’s ear as he released the words. “No sir.” Zack said. “How about you call me daddy.” Henry said. “No daddy, never even fingered.” Zack replied. “Have you ever sucked cock before?” Henry said, sliding his finger in and out of Zack still. “No daddy.” Zack replied again, his cock leaking precum onto Henry’s exposed chest. “Let me give you some pointers then.” With that Henry lifted Zack even more, letting his finger leave Zack’s hole as he set Zack’s body on top of his shelf like pecs, Zack’s small body sitting on the huge muscles, his cock pressed against Henry’s face. Henry opened his mouth and swallowed Zack’s entire cock, taking him down to the base, and then sticking his tongue out to lick Zack’s balls. Zack threw his head back in pleasure, “Fuckkkkk daddy.” He cried as Henry held him up with one hand, the other below stroking his own meat. Henry eagerly sucked Zack until Zack was just at the brink and then he pulled away. Leaving Zack panting and his cock twitching. “Please.” Zack said, begging for more. Instead Henry threw him, and Zack landed squarely on the bed a few feet away, he bounced on the bed and tried to regain his bearings. He looked forward and saw Henry walking towards the bed. His whole body covered in a slight shimmering glow of sweat as he crawled onto the bed. He sat his huge body on top of Zack’s torso, letting his arms free, but placing his bulge right over Zack’s face. Zack inhaled and smelled the precum that had leaked and soaked into Henry’s underwear. Henry pulled the underwear to the side, and one massive testicle fell out of the package, as big as Zack’s fist, and it landed on his mouth. “Let’s start slow, show daddy how much you want more.” Henry said, lowering more of his weight onto Zack, pinning him to the bed as Zack stuck his tongue out and licked the nut in front of him. Instantly Zack was overcome with the powerful taste of Henry, the precum, the sweat, his taste drove Zack wild as the younger man sucked and licked all over Henry. With his free hands Zack reached up and felt Henry’s insanely ripped abs, but Henry quickly gathered his wrists in one hand and pulled them back. “Ah ah ah.” Henry chided. “You’re going to work for every bit of this.” Zack smiled as he saw the beauty in his plan unfolding before his eyes. Then he went back to work on Henry. Henry reached down and stuffed his nut back into the underwear, again letting the heavy pouch rest on Zack’s face. Then he pulled out the opposing ball. “Make sure you get this one too, daddy loves having his balls worked over.” Zack complied, opening his mouth further than he thought possible, and taking Henry’s entire ball in his mouth, swirling his tongue around while he sucked and pulled at the huge sack. Henry groaned in pleasure. “Goooood boyyyy.” Henry said, running his hand through Zack’s hair. “Let’s try something else.” Henry said, shifting his body weight. He moved so that his chest was positioned just above Zack’s face. Zack could feel Henry’s boner rubbing against his leg inside his tight underwear, still begging to be freed. Henry lowered his upper body, and Zack’s face fell into his deep armpit, Zack inhaled, the scent of sweat and soap mixing to create the intoxicating scent Zack had come to associate with Henry, clean, manly, and powerful. Zack could feel on either side of his head Henry’s huge arm and massive pec as he licked deep into Henry’s armpit. Zack kissed and worshipped Henry here as the big man groaned again. “Fuck yeah, kiss it, yeahhh, smell it, ahhhhhhh.” His deep voice still growling as Zack licked clean the pit. Henry raised his body again, and lowered himself back down so that Zack was buried in a fresh armpit. Zack worshipped still, feeling Henry bucking his hips and grinding his cock against Zack’s leg. Zack was impressed by the size of it compared to his leg, it felt as big as his calf, length and girth both. “You’re going a good job, how’d you like to try being on top?” Henry asked. “I want to be smothered by those big daddy pecs first.” Zack said, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he salivated at the thought. “Oh, you like this big chest?” Henry said as he held his body over Zack, “Lay on the floor, I think you’ll like this.” Zack obeyed, laying down on the floor on his back. Henry stood off the bed. From this angle, Zack saw he looked like a giant, a true muscle god. As he towered over Zack, his muscles bulging and rippling from head to toe, his enormous cock stretching the fabric of his underwear, the punch soaked in precum so much it was dripping. Zack grabbed his own cock, “Absolutely not.” Henry said, using his foot to push Zack’s hands away from his cock, then pressing his foot down onto Zack’s crotch, not enough to hurt, but enough to accentuate just how much bigger Henry’s foot was than Zack’s cock as it blocked all access. “You’ll cum when I want you to.” Henry grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table and took a drink. Zack grinned as his plan again flowed perfectly. Henry lowered his big body over top of Zack, positioning his chest just above Zack’s face. Zack looked down towards his feet, surveying to valleys and canyons created by Henry’s dense muscles, and the low hanging soaking wet pouch that was nearly scrapping the floor as Henry entered a push-up position. His hands spread wide on either side of Zack, Henry began to slowly lower his body to Zack. His pecs inched, closer. A drop of sweat fell from his thick nipple and landed beside Zack’s face. Closer they came. Zack could feel the hairs bristling his face. Then contact. The hot hard flesh of Henry’s chest pushed into Zack’s face, his entire existence dwarfed by the mountains of muscle which encased his head now. Zack licked and kissed the chest, and as it pulled away from his face as Henry rose back up, Zack placed his hands on Henry’s chest. Each pec was so large that if he used both hands, he could hardly cover part of the vast expanse. He rubbed the chest as the muscles flexed and contracted at the peak of the push-up. Henry held the position while Zack ran his hands over the chest. Zack got bold then, he lightly brushed his hands over Henry’s nipples, watching his cock Zack immediately saw it twitch, fresh precum leaking out onto the floor through the fabric. Henry moaned and again lowered his body down on to Zack. Zack could feel Henry’s hairy muscles rubbing against every part of his body as he lay under the titan. Again and again Henry slowly lowered his body, engulfing Zack’s face in his huge chest, and then as he would rise up, Zack would squeeze the solid mass of muscle as it flexed. Henry’s cock seemed to keep swelling as Zack worshipped his muscles. “Flip over!” Henry demanded. Zack, again, complied, he was ready for things to take off. As he flipped over, Henry moved his body. Zack could feel the soaking wet bulge rub against his bare ass, the thick mass of cock pulsing against his ass, then Henry continued to do his push-ups. The hair on his abs, scraping against Zack’s back as his bulge forced its way between Zack’s cheeks, parting them with its power, begging to be released and let in. Henry burped, quietly under his breath. Here we go Zack thought. Henry got up and sat on the bed quickly. He grabbed his head. “Fuck.” He said, his voice weak. Zack stood up, facing Henry as the large man wobbled on the bed, “I feel…” Henry started, but he seemed to loose his train out thought. “You feel sleepy?” Zack said, this time it was his turn for the evil grin to cross his face. “You little shit, what did you do to me?” Henry demanded, his strength weaning even as he spoke. “Relax, I used the smallest dose possible and then halved it. You’ll be awake and alert in about 15 minutes.” Zack said, cold, calculated. “I’m going to fuck you uuuuuuuuuu.” Henry fell back onto the bed before he could finish his sentence. “Yeah you are.” Zack said to himself. Zack got up, this was his chance, he was going to win. Sure Henry might be mad now, but he’d love it in the end, after all, Zack had barely drugged him at all, he’d been careful, he’d tried it on himself first to test it out back in college, although back then it was to fall asleep at night and not to seduce a giant. But he had no time to waste, knowing Henry he probably had less than 15 minutes before it wore off, he had to work fast. Heading to the garage he found the rope he’d spied earlier in the day. Nothing special, just a regular brown braided rope, but it was thick, and there were about 8 of them in a pile, each several feet long. Zack headed back inside, lugging the heavy ropes. Thank god Henry had fallen on the bed, if he’d landed on the floor Zack’s plan would be in serious trouble. But after a little maneuvering of Henry’s arms and legs, he had him in position. Zack tied Henry’s arms to the headboard, as he did, he noticed how Henry’s bulging biceps protruded out and almost touched his ears. Then down to his legs, where he secured Henry’s ankles to the metal rods at the foot of the bed. Zack checked the time. He had about 5 minutes left before Henry woke up. As he finished securing the last knot, he heard Henry stir. Zack climbed on top of Henry’s body, sitting his bare ass on Henry’s abs, feeling the deep grooves rub against his skin. Henry was silent as he woke, pulling and testing the ropes looking from side to side, he pulled hard, strain showing on his face, veins popping under his skin, but he couldn’t break the ropes. “So this is what you had planned?” Henry said, finally looking at Zack sitting on his stomach. “Yes daddy.” Zack said, adding a sultry soft sound to his voice. “Now, I’m going to tease you.” “You think you can handle me?” Henry said, challenging Zack. “I’m going to make you squirm and beg.” Zack said, he felt powerful, and even more comfortable now that his suspicion was confirmed that Henry wasn’t upset, but entirely on board with the secret plan. Henry laughed, a deep belly laugh which almost threw Zack off the bed. “Yeah, alright good luck with that little man.” Henry said as he relaxed back onto the bed. Zack came forward and began to work over Henry’s nipples, sucking on them, pulling and pinching and twisting, Henry moaned and bucked his hips as his cock begged for attention as the head and first few inches snuck out of his briefs. Zack kissed his way down Henry’s body, kissing each ab one by one as he made his way down to the ultimate prize. As he kissed the tip of Henry’s bulge, the big man growled and precum shot out of his cock, Zack licked along the shaft where it leaked out, it tasted sweet as if Henry only ate fruits. Henry read it on his face, “You like the way daddy tastes?” He said, licking his lips. “Do you want to taste it too?” Zack said as he massaged more precum out of Henry’s cock, the excess now pooling on Henry’s abs. “Oh fuck yeah.” Henry said, as Zack scooped up the precum and held his fingers up to Henry’s mouth, Henry licked his fingers, and then Zack leaned in. They kissed, and Henry’s tongue opened up Zack’s mouth, forcing it’s way in. No matter that he was tied down, Henry still found some way to dominate Zack. Zack pulled away, moving back down to Henry’s bulge. Using both hands, he massaged the hard cock in the underwear, enjoying how thick it was, how even with both hands he couldn’t cover the entire length. Slowly Zack pulled down the waistband, finally releasing Henry’s sensitive cock head. Zack leaned in, and licked along Henry’s foreskin, sending Henry shivering with pleasure as Zack used his tongue to swirl around on the very tip. Zack pulled back the foreskin, exposing the most sensitive part of the glans, and he lightly flicked his tongue across the angry red looking cock as it swelled with blood, growing even now with excitement and stimulation. Zack pulled the underwear down more, exposing the rest of the shaft, and pulling it below Henry’s big bull balls, letting it go, it propped them forward as Zack looked down at the marvel before him. Henry’s cock stretched almost to the bottom of his pecs, and his balls were swollen. “How long has it been since you came last, daddy?” Zack said, moving his hands gently over Henry’s hairy balls. “It’s been a couple of weeks boy, fuuuuuuuuck that feels good.” Henry bucked his hips again as Zack caressed his balls, “I’d been saving my load for someone else, but now it looks like you get to reap the rewards.” “Fuck daddy it’s so big.” Zack said as he gripped Henry’s cock in both hands and placed his mouth over the swollen head, stretching his lips as far as they could go again to accommodate the size. “Yeahhhhhh. Swallow daddy’s fat dick!” Henry roared as another shot of precum came out into Zack’s mouth, coating his throat, and driving him mad with lust. Henry bucked his hips, demanding Zack swallow more, more, more of his engorged cock. “Fuck yeah, take it, take that big dick.” Henry said as Zack held on for dear life. Zack could feel Henry’s cock getting harder in his hands, he felt Henry’s balls tighten, he was close. Zack pulled his mouth off, removed his hands, and sat back. Henry’s cock slapped against his abs with a wet slopped *thwack* as Henry lay panting, his cock jumping up and down as it searched for a hole to explode in. “What the fuck?!” Henry said, his face red and beaded with sweat. “Teasing.” Zack gasped, slobber running down his face as he worked to catch his breath. “Gotta make you earn it.” Zack said, matching Henry’s smile. Zack crawled up Henry’s body. “Try to bring your elbows together.” Zack said, and Henry did. As he did this, his pumped up chest swelled together, the mountains of pec collecting as they battled for space on his chest. “Can you still bounce them?” Zack said, Henry chuckled as he pumped his pecs a few times, then began to bounce them left, right, left, right, the huge muscles shaking with power as the rose and fell. “I can always bounce them.” Henry said. Zack moved his hips forward and placed his small cock on the top of the crevice between Henry’s pecs. He pushed his dick down inside and it was soon cocooned by the muscles, surrounded by hair and power, sweat providing perfect lube. Henry began to bounce his pecs without prompting, and Zack grabbed on to each pec, tugging on Henry’s nipples, thrusting his hips. “You like fuckin those big titties?” Henry said. Zack was lost in bliss, he hardly heard Henry as he worshipped and fucked Henry’s massive chest. “Fuck it feels so goooood.” Zack said, watching Henry’s heavy pecs bounce as the were forced forward with each thrust of his hips, and pulled backwards with his hands. “Do it for me.” Henry said, his voice now deeper and more commanding than ever, “Cum for daddy, cum while you fuck my huge pecs, come on, fucking blow your fucking load for me!” Zack threw his head back, releasing his tension, and he came,his load being pumped out of his cock by Henry’s still bouncing pecs, Squeezing out every, last, drop. Zack sat back, and Henry pulled his elbows apart, exposing his inner chest and Zack’s load. “Come clean that up for daddy.” Henry said, and Zack fell forward, licking his load from Henry’s chest, licking the hairy thickness until he got it all. “Now come share that with me.” Henry said, and Zack moved up again and kissed Henry as they swapped cum. “Well.” Henry said, “That was fun.” Zack still sat on his stomach, “Yeah, I enjoyed it.” “You know what I think though?” Henry said as he looked Zack deep into his eyes. “You think I won?” Zack said, grinning down at Henry. “Far from it.” Henry said, “I think it’s my turn to cum now.” Henry gripped the ropes holding his arms and yanked, snapping the rope in two with ease. He sat up quickly , trapping Zack on his lap as he reached forward and yanked off the restraints around his feet. Henry sat on the bed with his legs out, and Zack now lay across Henry’s lap. He could feel the powerful cock twitching under him, but Henry used one hand to hold him down. “Did you really think those little ropes could hold me back?” Henry said. Zack’s eyes were huge, he very clearly thought they would, he’d underestimated Henry. Henry leaned forward and flexed his bicep in Zack’s face, “Did you really think you could hold me?” “No sir.” Zack said, scared again. “What was that?” Henry said, as he brought his hand down hard onto Zack’s ass. “No DADDY.” Zack yelped. “You’ve been a bad boy Zack.” Henry said, rubbing his hand over Zack’s ass, it still stung from the first blow. Little pin pricking needles rolled over Zack’s ass as the smack settled. “Teasing me, drugging me, tying me up, fucking my titties, cumming before me.” Henry brought his hand down again and spanked Zack again, this time not nearly as heard, but the sound and pain were still real. “I’m going to make this ass red.” Henry said, as he spanked Zack again, his blows lagging in the exact same spot each time, compounding the pain. “Then, I’m going to stretch that hole.” Henry smacked his ass again, Zack couldn’t explain why but he was rock hard again, his cock rubbing against Henry’s own between his legs, dwarfing his as they bumped together. “Then, I’m going to fuck you.” Henry gripped Zack’s ass cheek in his powerful hand, “You’re going to be a good boy and take my cock aren’t you?” Henry said, his cock again poking into Zack from below, it’s power almost seeming to lift him off of Henry’s lap. “Yes daddy.” Henry smacked his ass again. “Yes daddy what?” “Yes daddy, I’ll take all of your cock.” “That’s what I thought.” Henry said, and he laid one final smack on Zack’s ass, then he leaned forward and kissed the hot red sizzling portion of Zack’s ass where he had landed each and every spank. “My boy has such a nice ass.” Henry said as he licked and bit Zack’s bare cheeks. “So tight, so fucking smooth.” Henry pushed one finger into Zack’s hole, Zack lurched forward, but Henry held him in place. “Easy now, I’m going to take this nice and slow.” Zack whimpered as Henry worked, one, two, three thick fingers into his hole. Holding him in place and rubbing the small of his back with his other hand. Zack was in heaven as Henry worked his hole over and held him down. as much as he loved to play, he loved being dominated by this behemoth even more. Henry leaned forward as he removed his hand from Zack’s ass. Zack felt a warm wet sensation between his cheeks, a bristling tickle of Henry’s whiskers brushing against the sensitive area. Henry’s huge tongue lapped against Zack’s hole. Zack moaned as Henry’s tongue entered him, the long wet muscle greedily exerting its power against him. Zack used his hands to pull his cheeks apart, giving Henry even more access to his hole, Henry reached under them and grabbed Zack’s cock with his massive hand, then in the same hand, he grabbed his own cock. He rubbed them together in his huge hand, Zack could feel the size and power of Henry’s cock, and it was still not solid hard. Henry pulled his face away, “I think it’s time to show you how powerful these muscles are.” As he said this he lifted Zack up and sat him on his lap, Zack facing Henry’s ballooned up chest. “First, lick your little load of cum out from between my pecs.” He commanded. Zack leaned in, placing his face between the huge mountains. As he got close, Henry wrapped his arms behind Zack’s head, pulling him in, trapping him. Henry shoved Zack hard into his solid chest. Zack stuck out his tongue as Henry began to bounce his pecs, up and down, the hard muscle shaking Zack’s head left, then right, and back again. “Fuck yeah, smother you in those huge pecs, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.”Henry said, his deep baritone vibrating in his chest as Zack felt it against his face. He slobbered and licked and lathered Henry’s chest, tasting his own cum and his face was smeared against the unyielding muscle. Zack reached up and tugged at Henry’s nipples as he lay trapped between the pecs. At once, he felt the hard, thick, wet head of Henry’s cock poke against his hole as it lay exposed. Zack’s legs spread apart over Henry’s monster thighs left him bare and spread, and Henry’s cock was looking for a hole like a heat seeking missile. Henry released Zack’s head and Zack pulled back. “Fuck daddy.” He said as he ran his hand up and down over Henry’s engorged chest. Henry’s flexed and took in a breath, his chest expanding as he did, each pec bigger than Zack’s face and many times bigger than his hands. “They’re so big.” Zack said in true wonder as he allowed his hands to keep exploring the expanse of Henry’s chest, leaning in occasionally to kiss the warn steel hard skin. “Have you ever seen anyone this big?” Henry said, pumping his pecs up ever larger still. “No daddy.” “Have you ever felt muscles so perfect.” “No daddy.” “You’re lucky to get to feel my huge body aren’t you?” “Yes daddy.” “You’re a good boy, Zack. But I still don’t think you understand just how powerful I am.” With that, and lighting speed, Henry pulled Zack’s head down and place him in a headlock. His thickly muscled forearm placed against his throat, and the monster bicep rising above his face. “Worship my arm. Do it right, and I’ll let you go. But do it wrong…” Henry tensed his forearm the thick cords of muscle swelled and pushed into Zack’s throat, making it hard to breath, “Understand?” “Yes, daddy.” Zack said, as he obediently stuck his tongue out and began to lick what he could of Henry’s bicep. Kissing and reaching around with his hands to grab the basketball sized swell of arm controlling him. “It’s huge. I can’t wrap my hands around it.” “How strong do you think they are?” Henry asked. “I bet you could lift a car.” Zack said, licking a thick vein popping out on the underside of Henry’s arm. “A car?!” Henry said, tightening his grip slightly on Zack, “Boy I could lift a truck, EASY!” “Ohhhhhh.” Zack said, his eyes growing wide as he took in the power of the arm pulling him in, “I’d love to see that daddy, I want to see how big and strong you are.” “Yeahhh boy, the biggest and strongest.” Henry said, his cock responding with a twitch and a drop of precum leaking out. “Daddy, please let me clean that up, none of your cum should go to waste.” “It’s my cock you want, huh?” Henry said, releasing Zack’s head. “Lay down on the floor boy, on your back, now!” Zack complied immediately. Henry stood over him, towering above, his huge figure dominating Zack’s view, his heavy cock jumping and throbbing with anticipation. Henry lowered himself down, placing the weight of his huge ass on Zack’s chest, his hefty balls and cock lay obscenely over Zack’s face. “Lick those balls. They’re so full from teasing you.” Zack did his best to swallow each of the fist sized testicles in his mouth, licking with his tongue as he tasted the salty flavor of dried cum and sweat. Henry jerked his cock above Zack. Zack’s eyes could see the angry red shaft thick and hard above him. Henry lifted his body. Zack thought he was moving backwards to finally shove his cock down his throat, but he moved the opposite way. “You’re going to love this little man.” Henry said, and it became clear to Zack as Henry lined his massive ass up over Zack’s face and lowered it down. Zack became entombed in hard ass as he stuck his tongue out in search of Henry’s hole. He found it, and Henry swayed his hips back and forth, encouraging Zack to lick every inch of his massive ass. Zack reached up and grabbed the thick cheeks with each hand, feeling the hard striations making up his glutes. Zack’s cock was rock hard again, his pleasure at servicing this huge man driving him to the edge. But, Henry stood again, lifting his entire weight off of Zack at once. “Wanna see something truly impressive?” Henry said, a sly grin creeping across his face, his eyes glinting with hunger. “I’m constantly impressed, but please show me more.” Zack said, literally drooling with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth. “Grab on to my cock.” Henry said as he stood with his hands on his hips, “But stay on your knees.” Zack did as he was told, on his knees in front of Henry, he was shorter than the man’s beefy hairy legs. Henry’s cock stood straight out, huge, the head so large and a deep purple red it looked unnatural. Zack grabbed on to the thick cock, his hands unable to completely enclose around it. He stared into the big piss slit at the end of the monster, then he felt his knees no longer touching the carpeted floor. He looked up, and he was rising towards Henry, then he felt his knees return to the carpet. Zack eyes shown with lust as recognition of what just happened flashed across his face. “Please daddy, do it again.” Zack begged. Henry’s grin didn’t leave his face. “What? Do this again?” As he said it he flexed his cock and lifted Zack again, the flesh not denting as Zack held on to the monster pole. Henry flexed again, lifting Zack up, and down. A drop of precum leaked out, thick and white, it drooled from the end of the cock. “Well?” Henry said, holding Zack in the air by the power of his cock, “Don’t let that go to waste.” Zack needed no more invitation. He learned forward and licked the extravagantly swollen head of Henry’s cock from bottom to top, ensuring to take every last bit of the precum with him. Zack smacked his lips as he tasted and swallowed. “You taste so good daddy.” He said, looking up as Henry hit a most muscular pose and his body exploded with size and veins. Henry reached down and picked Zack up under his arms and easily tossed him onto the bed. In another quick move Henry seized both of Zack’s ankles in one hand, and his wrists in the other. Holding him to the bed and lifting his ass up in the air. His cockhead poked at Zack’s exposed pink hole, precum dripping with anticipation, coating Zack in preparation. Henry moved his hips, his rock hard length rubbing up and down Zack’s crack. With each pass of Henry’s cockhead over his sphincter his twitched, and Henry seemed to growl. “Tell me you want it.” Henry said, a primal tone escaping beneath his voice. “Tell me you want me inside you.” “I need you inside me daddy. Please, fuck me. I want it so bad, please use me.” Henry licked his lips and pushed his cock against Zack’s hole. The huge invader pressing firmly against Zack’s tight hole, “Please, I need you inside me.” “You wanna be fucked by a real man?” Henry said, the facade of a tease melting away, giving light to the horny fucker underneath. “Yes.” Zack called, pushing his hips and ass against Henry’s cock as much as he could in the position he was in, moving his tight hole back and forth across Henry’s cock. “Then take it!” Henry said as he pushed again and the huge head entered Zack’s hole. All at once Zack thought he’d blacked out, the pain of his hole being stretched clouded his thoughts, he cried out in pain, “Aghhhhhhhh!” “Relax boy, Daddy is going to take good care of you.” Henry said. True to his word, Henry held Sean just at the tip of his cock, letting the smaller man relax and accommodate his wide cock. Zack let out a deep sigh as the pain finally subsided. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Henry said, leaning forward and whispering into Zack’s ear, the hair on his face prickling against Zack’s skin. “Fuck, it does.” Zack said, reaching his hands up and running them up Henry’s bare body, over his abs, and stopping with his hands on Henry’s heaving hairy chest as he hung over Zack. “I need more.” Zack said, almost breathless. Henry froze, “you want more?” he asked, a dominant, almost sinister, tone creeping into his voice. “Please, please I need more.” Henry took a deep breath in, and slowly removed Zack from his cock. He gently sat Zack on the bed and turned around so his back was facing Zack. “You know, I work out and train hard, but that’s not all I have to thank for this much size.” Henry took a couple of steps away from Zack, “I still have one more surprise for you little man.” Henry looked back over his shoulder, his face partially obscured by his tall trap muscle swelling up. “When I was in the military, I joined an exp….ughfffffff…”Henry trailed off and groaned a deep almost inhumane sound, “…an experiment. Trying to create a bigger, better soldier. They couldn’t get the formula right, so it didn’t work…on any man except me.” Henry still stood with his back facing Zack, he set his legs wide, his heavy cock and balls showing as they hung low. “You see Zack. I work out hard, but thanks to that experiment I can swell bigger…ungfffffff…larger…uhhhhhhhhhg…when it happens…ohhhh fuck…it’s like I have the biggest pump from the gym, and then some!” He flexed his bicep, from the back Zack could see the insane separation on the head of Henry’s bicep. He sat on the bed, his mouth agape, in awe, in total lust at the sight before him. Henry looked over at his bicep and kissed it, then stuck out his long tongue and licked along the swell of muscle. “Every time I do it, I get a little thicker…ohhhhh…a little taller, and unlike a gym pump, it doesn’t go away.” Henry’s body shivered from the back as Zack saw beads of sweat began to run down his back, they were redirected left and right as they navigated the deep layers of muscle across his wide back as they worked their way down to between his hairy ass cheeks. “Would you like to see how big I can get?” Henry said, ever the tease, he still stood with his back to Zack, Zack could see muscles swelling across Henry’s back as he controlled the growth, “All I have to do is turn around and flex, and I’ll start swelling more in no time.” Zack’s mind wasn’t operating on all cylinders, all the blood in his body had rushed to his cock as he lived out his deepest fantasy. His head swam in bliss as he tried to imagine what would happen when Henry turned around. “God…yes.” Zack said, his eyes as large as saucers with anticipation. Henry took one step to turn around. As he did his side profile came to view. His huge chest jutting out, his nipples almost folded under his pecs as they were forced down by the immense weight of the pecs. His sharp jawline and gorgeous silhouetted face accented by the dim light in the room. Zack’s breath caught in his throat as he, again, recognized that every part of Henry’s body was god like, right down to the slightest detail in his face. Moving down, his long cock stuck out, hanging low as it swelled with anticipation on showing off for Zack. At the base of his body, his massive feet held up his hulking body. He took another step, and he was facing Zack. The look on his face was something Zack couldn’t describe, Henry was in complete lust, brimming with power and confidence. his wide white toothed smile and his piercing eyes penetrated down to Zack’s soul as he felt a carnal drive to service and serve every inch and whim of this muscle god in front of him. Henry sneered and pulled his arms up in a wide front double bicep pose. He took in a deep inhale, expanding his chest and pushing out his stomach, then he winked at Zack. He threw down his arms hard into a massive most muscular pose, every vein and striation of muscle fiber exploding with size, sweat poured off his body and his breathing became deep. The thunderous grunting coming from deep in his chest was shaking Zack like deep bass at a concert. Henry’s feet pushed further apart as his thighs swelled and fought for space as they rubbed and grew against each other. The outer, middle, and inner quads becoming more and more deeply separated and defined as they swelled. Zack noticed that Henry’s calf muscle was flairing out from behind his lower leg, becoming more and more prominent from the front. Zack knew if he turned around a perfect teardrop would form. Henry’s arms ballooned with size, the bare smooth skin at the top of them appeared to darken as a small dusting of hair formed as they swelled. Deep separations on the head of Henry’s bicep became even more apparent. At his shoulders, where they appeared to be growing further from his head, Zack could see the three deltoid heads appearing as sweat continued to pour from his forehead and drip down onto his chest. Henry’s chest was growing in every direction, thicker, heavier, towards Zack. At the same time it spread wider, following the growth in his shoulders, the deep crevice between them collecting sweat like a canyon collecting rain. The hair was growing thicker, darker, covering Henry’s chest in a thick mat of fur. The indention on their pec where the muscles met continued to become more and more defined as striations rippled. Further down, Henry’s abs were pulsing as they seemed to stretch up and out, his obliques tearing into his side, thick veins swelled at the bottom of his v-taper as they fed down to his cock. Henry’s cock had a thick stream of precum that leaked from the tip down to the floor as it seemed to grow along with every other part of his body. His balls and dick pushed forward by his growing quads. The head of his monster cock turned a deep red as it grew more engorged, his shaft somehow seemed to look thicker by the second. Henry’s grunts and groans had come to a halt as he released the flex. His entire body covered in a thick dark hair, soaking with sweat, and looking more massive than anyone Zack had ever seen. His vision blurred as he took in the sight, but he fought to keep focused on the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Henry reached up to wipe sweat from his brow, exposing his sweaty, hairy, deep armpit. He flicked the sweat directly at Zack and it landed on his chest as he sat still on the bed. “Well…” Henry said, still working to catch his breath, “What do you think?” Zack stood up and took a step towards Henry. From a distance he could feel the heat radiating off of his enormous body. He noticed Henry had grown taller as the top of his head now leveled with the bottom of Henry’s chest. Standing right in front of the big man, he looked up and all he could see was huge, hairy, pecs. Henry seized him under his arms and lifted him up so they were face to face. He pulled Zack in and gave him a deep, long kiss. Zack saw stars when he closed his eyes, feeling Henry’s huge hands holding him in place, his tongue invading Zack’s mouth, and his hard cock rubbing against the mass of Henry’s pecs. Henry pulled him back, and Zack reached out and placed his hands on Henry’s chest to brace himself. “You’re the ultimate tease.” he said as he looked into Henry’s hungry eyes. Henry wordlessly turned Zack upside down, and Zack was now face to face with Henry’s freshly grown hard cock. Gripping it in both hands he used his tongue to start to service Henry. Henry dove his face into Zack’s ass, a combination of tongue, and fingers, he was working Zack’s ass well and it was driving Zack crazy. Zack slobbered and spit all over Henry’s cock in anticipation of where it was to go. Henry worked over Zack’s tight ass until it wasn’t so tight. Henry worked Zack for what seemed like hours, switching positions time and time again until they were both on the bed, Zack on top of Henry still worshiping his ever hard cock, and Henry working his entire massive fist inside of Zack. “I think you’re finally ready.” Henry said, lifting Zack up in the air as if he were at a bench press. He shifted his hands, and now Zack was facing him, held above his massive sweaty body. Henry lowered Zack down with one hand, and positioned his cock with another. Zack felt the fat, red hot, soaking wet tip of Henry’s huge cock. “You’re going to take it all this time, right?” Henry said as he held Zack over the throbbing, twitching head, begging for entry. “Yes.” Was all Zack could say, drool leaving his mouth as he said it, he was gripping Henry’s forearm and focused on the multitude of muscles flexing as Henry held him up in the air. Henry lowered Zack down, and the huge head of his cock slid easily into Zack’s hole. Zack was suddenly aware and very grateful for how carefully Henry had prepared him, the thought crossed his mind that Henry wanted Zack to enjoy this as much as he was. As Zack was lowered deeper onto Henry’s cock, his body was sent through waves of pleasure, his only tether was gripping onto Henry’s forearm as the big man completely controlled him. Henry’s cockhead rubbed pack Zack’s prostate and it was too much, his little cock exploded, cum shooting onto Henry’s cheek, his chest, and abs as Zack sat in post-orgasmic bliss on Henry’s cock. The head still grinding against his sweet spot. Zack looked down at Henry’s face as he stuck out his tongue and licked the cum from his cheek, his other hand scooping globs of cum from his abs and pecs as he licked his hairy fingers clean of Zack’s load. “How are you feeling?” Henry said to Zack. “I’m…I…ungffff I’m wonderful.” Zack replied, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth like he was a dog. “You feel so…fucking…good….I’m almost all the way in.” Henry said, looking Zack up and down with hungry eyes. Zack grabbed Henry’s forearm more forcefully, ready to take one more act of defiant control, he hooked his feet under Henry, and pulled himself down to the base to the base of Henry’s cock, the very base being the absolute thickest part and leading Zack to let out of yelp of absolute pleasure and pain. Henry looked up at Zack with shock in his eyes, “Holy fuck, kid!” Henry said, he placed both strong arms behind Zack’s back and pulled him face down into his chest. Zack could smell the scent of deodorant, body wash, and so, so much sweat. He was intoxicated, he felt drunk as Henry held him. “You’re so deep inside me…” Zack breathed into Henry’s chest as he felt the thick length pulsing in his guts. “You feel that..” Henry said, holding Zack close into his chest, “Listen, our heartbeats are the same.” Zack listened, he could feel Henry’s cock pulsing against his insides, and hear his heart in his chest, it was in rhythm with his own. Zack gripped harder and pulled himself deeper into Henry, then he felt the movement. Henry was gripping, each of Zack’s ass cheeks and hips were in the grasp of either of his huge hands, the grip tightened, and Henry’s cock slid out of Zack’s ass. Slowly. Then he slammed his cock back into Zack, holding him tight. Zack put his hands out in front of him and gripped Henry’s massive pecs for balance. He felt the steel hard muscle under his fingers as Henry slammed his cock in and out. “Holy fuck!” Henry shouted as he pounded Zack, using his powerful thighs to thrust deep into Zack. “H…Henryyyyyyyy!” Zack yelled, his voice shaking as the big man rammed into his body, “I’m going to cum again!” Zack let out another yelp as he cock shot, but almost nothing came out, Henry had run him dry. “My turn!” Henry called, he gripped Zack’s waist with his huge hands, both of them so large they almost encompassed the entirety of the smaller man’s waist. “Fuck yeah!” Zack panted, “Cum in me, breed me, fucking USE ME!” He cried as Henry picked up pace, his huge nuts smacking against Zack’s ass. Henry held Zack down on his cock as it jerked, “Fuckkkkkkkkk yessssss.” Henry threw his head back in pleasure, “take that fucking load, bitch!” Zack could feel Henry’s cock twitching and swelling inside him, load after load pumping deep into him. Henry released his hands from Zack’s waist, but his powerful cock continued to jerk, lifting Zack up and down as it spasmed as pumped deep. As the waves subsided, Zack fell onto Henry’s body as the big man panted. “Holy fuck.” Henry said, as he stroked the back of Zack’s head. “Jesus Christ.” Zack exclaimed breathily into Henry’s chest, he picked up his head, “that was a hell of a load.” Henry chuckled, his huge body shaking. His hard cock still inside Zack, “Yeah, that was a good round one.” Zack’s face contorted in a strange mix of wonder and confusion, “First round?” He asked. Henry responded by flexing his hard cock and lifting Zack off his body a small bit, then dropped him back down, “You feel that? I’m not even close to finished with you.”

*a shorter part, leading up to something much greater* Part 4: Looking down at the table, Zack was dumbstruck by the amount of meat presented before him, so tall, so thick. Zack observed the dense muscles that made up Henry’s back, from his shoulder blades, down to the deep dimples just above his waistband. His massive ass rising up in his tight shorts. Running his eyes down, he saw the back of Henry’s legs, covered in stretch marks from his rapid growth. Looking back up, Zack saw stretch marks on Henry’s lats as well, how had he never noticed the deeply colored stretch marks on this man? “Are you going to massage me or do you just want to look?” Henry said, his voice muffled with his face down in the massage table. Zack rubbed his hands together, and then placed them on Henry’s back. As he pushed down, the muscles, unflexed, moved under his hands. Zack pushed and pulled the muscles, Henry groaning as Zack worked the deep tissue. Where he felt tight knots in Henry’s muscles, he moved in small, circular motions, before pushing and pulling, stretching the muscle fibers, feeling the vibrations in Henry’s body as he grunts and groans. Zack moved up to Henry’s shoulders, feeling the tight muscles in Henry’s big traps as they rose towards his ears. Working his way all the way down Henry’s back, he worked at Henry’s waist, letting his fingertips slip ever so slightly below the taught waistband. Zack skipped over Henry’s glutes, and began to work on his monster quads, again, letting his fingers brush against the hems of Henry’s tight shorts, so close he could feel the heat radiating from Henry’s huge ass and the space between his thighs. Down Henry’s legs Zack moved, his long claves, and finally down to his big feet. How did he even find shoes that fit?! Zack then moved back to the front of Henry, standing at the apex of the table in front of Henry, he put his full weight into pushing and working Henry’s back muscles. Slowly, Zack felt hands on the back of his thighs, gently moving up and down. “You feel like you could use a massage too…” Henry said, not moving aside from his hands working on Zack’s thighs, moving slowly up towards his ass, which was still covered in his bright pink speedo. “You feel tense, Zack.” Henry said as his hands cupped Zack’s ample bubble butt. “You feel fucking huge.” Zack said, matching the confident tone in Henry’s voice. “Let’s take this up a notch.” Henry said, and he gripped each side of Zack’s speedo and ripped it off of his body, completely exposing him. “Hey!” Zack called backing away from the table. “What the fuck?!” Henry didn’t move, his arms still hung over the side of the table. “These were my favorite!” Zack said incredulously. “I could see why, they looked great on you, but don’t worry, I’ll replace them.” Zack still stood back away from the table, naked, and he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll go nude too if you can rip mine off like I did yours.” Zack scoffed, completely turned on by being naked, but also a bit pissed that his speedo had been ripped in two like a piece of discarded paper. “Not that I want you naked, but I’ll get even about you ruining my speedo.” Zack moved down the table to Henry’s ass. He climbed on the table and sat on Henry’s quads, enjoying being on top of the hunk of man. Zack grabbed each side of Henry’s shorts, struggling to find enough fabric to hold on to, but finding it difficult as the tight shorts were practically painted on his body. Zack, undeterred, grabbed as much as he could and yanked. The shorts slid out of his hands, Henry’s ass jiggling from the strain. “You’re gunna have to try harder than that little boy.” Henry said. “I’ll do you one better!” Zack said, and he raised a hand, and brought it down with a firm *SMACK* onto Henry’s ass cheek, the muscle rippled and moved, Zack hypnotized by the movement or his titanic ass. Before Henry could react, Zack pulled back and hit again and again, landing hard in the same place each time *SMACK*, *SMACK*. Suddenly his world shook and shivered and Henry rose. “You little shit!” Henry growled as he picked his body up off of the massage table. Zack fell backwards and stumbled off the table, catching himself, but falling to his knees. He looked up and gasped. Henry loomed over him, Zack was eye level with Henry’s cock and it was HUGE, swollen and again it dominated everything Zack could see. Henry’s hands were on his hips as his massive shadow completely blocked Zack. Zack panicked, why the fuck did he hit him?! That was so fucking dumb, but his cock was still hard as a rock from doing it. “I’m going to give you two choices, make it VERY carefully.” Henry said, his voice sending goosebumps down Zack’s spine. “One, I get to spank you.” Zack pictured it in his head, one of Henry’s extra large hands could easily smack both of Zack’s cheeks at the same time. “Or two…” Henry continued, “You finish my massage on the front.” Henry bent his head forward and the devious smile on his face told Zack, it wasn’t really a choice, and they both knew it. “Right, get back to work.” Henry said as he lie back on the table. Zack stood back up as well and took in Henry as the big man adjusted himself and closed his eyes. Zack again took stock of the slab of beef on the table, his head still light from adrenaline of what he’d just done, but he’d never seen Henry’s bulge that big, did he enjoy it? Then Zack noticed stretch marks radiating from the sides of Henry’s huge pecs and snaking down towards his lats. Zack knew those hadn’t been there before, with as much as he stared at Henry’s chest he would’ve notice those, wouldn’t he? He also saw them at the top of Henry’s pecs, spilling up onto his shoulders, and even more on his arms, spreading from his biceps to his triceps. “Henry…?” Zack began, but he was quickly cut off. “Massage my huge fucking tits or I’m going to whop your ass!” Henry said, his strong demanding tone, not only spurring Zack into action, but also sending a jolt to his cock, something about being ordered around by this hulk… Zack placed his hands on Henry’s chest, he gave them one big squeeze and came under the towel, the fabric easily absorbing most of his load, but a bit dripped down his leg and landed on the floor. His grip tightened on Henry’s chest, and he realized he was pulling on Henry’s nipple. They both moaned at the same time. Then Zack pulled away. As he pulled his hand away, Henry grabbed his wrist and pulled it firmly back to his fat nipple, “Keep going.” Henry ordered. Zack dug his hands in again, feeling the heavy dense muscle that made up Henry’s chest, this was less of a massage and more of a muscle worship session, but neither seemed to care much about the quality of the massage. He pushed his hands down between Henry’s chest and his arm, Henry flexed slightly and trapped Zack’s hand, “Careful, I’m ticklish.” And he released Zack’s hand and Zack pulled back. Placing his hands directly at the bottom of Henry’s pecs, and then moving his hands under the overhang of muscle. Then up and between them, his hands almost disappearing in the hairy space between. Henry pulled his arms together and trapped Zack’s hands between his pecs, then bounced them slowly. Henry kept his eyes closed, but Zack could see the shit eating grin plastered on his face as he manhandled Zack with just the power of his pecs. Henry released Zack’s hands, and Zack moved them down to Henry’s abs. They were a solid wall of muscle, and instead of trying to massage them, Zack simply ran his fingers along the deep grooves in between Henry’s abs, Henry responded by flexing them for Zack, showing off his control as he rippled the flex up from his waist to the bottom of his pecs. Zack pressed his hands hard into Henry’s abs, leaving the skin turning white, but the muscle not budging. Shifting down to Henry’s legs he, Zack gripped the ample quad muscle, noticing again the huge dark striations that ran down between his thighs. Abruptly again, Henry sat up and swung his legs over the other side of the table, facing now away from Zack. He reached a big hand around and gripped and rubbed his neck. “Thanks little guy, I needed that. I’m going to go change and I have some chores to do today.” Without so much more than a glance, Henry got up and walked back to the house, leaving Zack there in a towel with his cum still wet against his still hard cock. Henry’s abrupt departure leaving him stunned. Zack collected himself and made his way back to the house. Once back inside, he saw no trace of Henry aside from the discarded pair of swim shorts laying outside of his door. Zack walked to pick them up, he told himself he was being polite and helpful, picking up laundry. As he lifted the shorts, he noticed rips and tears in the shorts, steaming up from the leg holes, and in several places around the seat and front pouch. The only in tact part of the shorts was the stretchy waistband. Zack decided to set them back down and he went to the living room and settled into the couch. Like any teenage at mid day during summer break, he decided to take a nap, curling up on the huge sofa, and quickly falling asleep. Zack blinked his eyes open, it was significantly darker outside, but there was still the hazy pink purple light of late afternoon bleeding in through the windows. As Zack’s eyes adjusted he saw Henry sitting in the chair across from him, fast asleep. His legs spread wide, wearing yet another pair of briefs, and a plain white t-shirt, pulled tight across his huge chest and wrapped securely around his bulging arms. As Henry sat with his legs spread wide and his arm’s crossed over his chest, his deep even breath caused his body to swell and contract, the bulge in his pants as round and swollen as it always is. Zack sat there, enjoying the sight. Laying quietly and perfectly still, just drinking it in. That was when he heard the first *pop*. He couldn’t tell where it came from, looking around the room he couldn’t nail down where it had came from. *pop* *pop*. Another two. Zack’s ears perked up now as he dialed in trying to pinpoint where the odd sound was coming from. Then he heard the first rip, Zack’s eyes locked on to Henry, and he noticed first that each breath in Henry took, his chest seemed to stay that big, forcing his arms out further. The rips and pops were coming from Henry’s arms, which were flexing and pressing against the sleeves of the shirt. Below, his grey briefs were being weighed down from the growing weight of the thick cock inside. As Henry’s body seemed to swell, his cock grew harder than Zack had ever seen it, pushing forward, forward, until Zack could see the base of Henry’s veiny cock and his thick dark pubic hair. A large wet spot began to form at the tip of Henry’s cock, soaking the briefs. Fuck, Zack thought, Henry was creating more precum than Zack shot in a full load, two or three loads even. Henry’s cock twitched again, thick time, the waistband slipped, and Henry’s heavy cock snack back and smacked against his abs with a hard *SMACK*, precum still leaking from the uncut head, drooling onto his white shirt. Zack’s cock ached under his blanket, he was frozen in place watching Henry’s huge hard cock grow harder up towards his pecs. His balls still filling gout every bit of his briefs as they surged with cum. It was then that Zack looked up, he could see Henry’s open eyes shining in the faint light, watching him. “Enjoying the show?” Henry said, his white teeth glinting as he flashed a smile. Zack felt his vision go blurry, he let out a small gasp, frozen in place still. “Don’t worry. I enjoy this show.” Henry flexed his biceps, his shirt splitting along both his biceps and tearing across his shoulders. He then grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and slowly ripped it open, perfectly down the center of his body. Slowly exposing his monster hairy chest, down to his rippling abs. When he was done, his cock lie on his washboard abs, leaking precum still. Then Henry stood up. “I love watching you squirm when I flex.” He took a step forward, his heavy cock pointing not straight out, but weighed down, precum still coming from his cock head, which was still covered by his foreskin. Ask he stepped forward, his huge thighs caused his cock to sway back and forth in front of him. “I love watching you get hard over my body.” Henry took another step forward, jutting out his chest, it accentuated how heavy they were as his hard nipples pointed down, similar to his cock. “I love watching you try and deny how much you want this.” Henry took another step forward, he was now about a foot away from Zack. As Zack still lie frozen on the couch, Henry’s heavy cock sat solid inches from his face, precum dripping and leaving a pool on the floor as his balls worked overdrive. “And above all…” Henry bent his huge body forward, getting his face so close to Zack’s ear that he could feel the rough course stubble on Henry’s jawline, feel his hot warm breath on his ear, “Above all, I love watching you try to outdo and out-tease me.” Henry stood back up to his full height. Again, his hard cock swaying in front of Zack’s face, Zack watched it bob back and forth, like watching a hypnotist swing a pocket watch to and fro, Zack fell into Henry’s trance. “I’ll tell you what.” Henry said, again folding his arms over his chest, his forearms and chest completely blocking Zack’s view of Henry’s hunky face. “If you want to admit defeat, come to my room. If you want to keep playing, stay here.” With that, Henry walked down the hallway towards his room. His heavy footsteps reverberating throughout the wooden floors of the house and leaving Zack vibrating in a state of shock. Zack lay on the couch, Henry didn’t close his door.

Zack woke up. Immediately he felt a corse roughness on his back, then the pain in his head registered. His vision blurred and the sounds were a faint hum in his ears. He was momentarily transported to when he was 4. He had fallen off his bike while going down a hill, his mom was nowhere to be seen, but when his vision cleared he saw his neighbor, a young college hunk with bright blond hair and strong arms who had picked him up and carried him home. As his vision cleared now, he saw a different face, an older, more chiseled and rugged face. Zack’s head was pounding and he was struggling to hold on to consciousness. “Zack, Zack! Are you okay?!” A deep voice was calling from the back of his mind. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. “Zack! WAKE UP!” The voice commanded, and his body responded in spite of itself. Zack’s eyes shot open and he was brought back to the present. The rough rocky sand under his back was driving into his skin. He lifted his body, trying to escape the sharp rocks that were digging into his fair skin, but he didn’t have the strength. “Take it easy.” The voice said, and suddenly the feeling of the sharp rock subsided and he was weightless. “Are you okay?” Zack blinked, once. The sky cleared, it looked just as blue and cloudless as he remembered it. He blocked twice, and the handsome face reappeared. “Zack, please.” The low voice called, sounding as if it were an echo in a cave. “ZACK!” The echo of the voice stopped and it resounded into a clear and deafening call, bringing him fully back to him body. Zack raised his hand to his head and gripped it, feeling an odd texture as he pulled his hand away. “Oh thank god!” The voice said as Zack’s head rolled around, it felt too heavy for his shoulders, too much to hold up on his own. But he realized he didn’t need to, his head was supported by a large rock. “Wh-what happened?” Zack said, his mind fog clearing as he remembered his circumstances. He remembered Henry calling him to the water, and then nothing. As his mind cleared and his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he saw Henry’s big face looking down at him. Zack realized quickly his head wasn’t propped up on a rock, but by Henry’s big bicep, he was cradled in Henry’s arms. “Are you okay?” Henry said, placing two large fingers to Zack’s neck, feeling for his pulse. “I’m…” Zack began. He took inventory of his body. His head hurt, he had a strange sensation of safety and comfort, and his body felt weak, but otherwise he felt fine. “I’m okay.” Zack said, raising his head, only to be met by Henry’s large hands pushing his head back down into his arms. “Just relax, you took a little fall.” Henry said, staring at Zack with his deeply colored eyes, the concern in them laid bare. “What happened?” Zack repeated. “You dove into the water and hit a rock. Your head was bleeding, but I got you. You’re okay.” As Henry said this, Zack felt the big man hold him a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but just enough for Zack to feel how his body was completely surrounded by Henry’s. “You’re lucky I had training as a combat medic at some point.” Henry said, his hand applying pressure to whatever was on Zack’s forehead. “What’s this?” Zack said, feeling his head. “You were bleeding just a little, so I wrapped your head with my shirt to stop it; do you think you can walk back to the house on your own?” Zack tried to move his legs, but they felt heavy as lead, after the workout and run, and then a concussion, Zack was exhausted. “I probably could, but…” Zack’s voice trailed off, he knew what he wanted to ask, but was afraid of the rejection and judgement which may follow. “You wan’t me to pack you back to the house?” Henry offered, along with a warm smile, his bright teeth reflecting sunlight down, he looked angelic with the setting sun creating a halo of light around his hulking body. “Would you?” Zack asked. “Of course.” Henry said, he moved Zack effortlessly and draped him over his back like a superhero donning a cape. Zack reached his arms around Henry’s thickly muscled neck, and wrapped his legs around Henry’s side, where the big man hooked his bulging arms under Zack’s knees, holding him up. Zack’s face was so close to Henry’s neck, he could smell the intoxicating scent of his dried sweat that had collected on his neck. As Zack imagined licking up along the large trapezius muscle upon which his chin rested, he felt a boner come, it pushed itself into Henry’s back as they walked through the woods. Zack wanted to be embarrassed, or even to care at all, but he was too tired to even care. He felt himself drifting closer to sleep, and then Henry began to speak to him to keep him awake. “You know, I spoke with your mom this morning.” He said, Zack’s ears perking up hearing about his mother. “She seems to be excited you’re getting to spend some time out here with me, she always thought we’d like each other.” He said, his heavy feet thumping along in an even march through the dense thick of trees and foliage. “I also think my buddy Ray may be coming up next week to go fishing, he’d stay at my place, but only if you’re okay with it.” Henry said, Zack knew he was just trying to create conversation to keep him awake and engaged. “I think you’d like Ray, I met him in the service too, but we took different paths after. He’s a business guy now, runs some company in the city, makes good money on it too.” Henry looked back at Zack to make sure he was still conscious, “So would it be okay if he came up here for a few days next week?” “There’s only two rooms here?” Zack said, for some reason his main concern was where this new stranger would be sleeping? “He said he would probably sleep in a tent by the lake, but if it storms or something, he can also sleep on the pullout couch.” “In a tent by the lake…” Zack said, letting his mind imagine being shoved into a small tent with Henry himself, being held close for warmth, using the large man’s body as a mattress, Zack’s cock throbbed in his pants as it rubbed up and down Henry’s sweaty back as they neared the cabin. Once inside, Henry lay Zack down on the sofa, and he sat in a chair adjacent to the couch. Henry got Zack an ice pack and properly cleaned the wound on his head. Zack used his phone to see, and the damage wasn’t bad, more of a scrape than anything, it didn’t even need a bandage. Zack drank some water and Henry encouraged him to get some rest. Henry told him it didn’t look severe, but he’d check on him every few hours. Zack drifted off into dreamless sleep. He wasn’t sure how long, but he woke up to a gentle shaking. “How are you feeling?” Henry asked. “A little tired, but my headache is gone now.” “Good.” Henry said, “Go back to sleep, I’ll be here if you need anything.” Zack went back to sleep. The next time he woke up, Henry was still in the chair. He was wearing a shirt, but he had foregone pants. Henry was asleep in the chair, reclined the slightest bit. He had his hands behind his head, his melon sized biceps bulging forward looking like they would squash his head if he brought them closer. In his slight reclined position, with his arms up, his shirt had pulled up just a bit, Zack could see Henry’s Adonis belt and the veins which led down into his briefs. Henry’s cock had never looked so swollen to Zack. Zack could clearly see the outline of Henry’s big cock head as it rested in the front of the pouch, connected to a thick tube of cock meat, the veins pronounced and visible in the thin fabric as it reflected back the moonlight pouring in through the window. Henry moved, and Zack quickly closed his eyes to avoid getting caught staring, how creepy would that be? But, after a quick shuffling noise, everything was quiet again. Zack cracked one eye open to peek. Henry was still in the chair, still asleep. He had just lowered himself down into the chair more, and spread his legs…Zack gasped when he saw it, his cock responding immediately with a rush of blood. When Henry had moved his legs, one of his balls fell out of the bottom of the too small briefs, no doubt pushed out by the massive cock which dominated the front of the underwear. Zack could see in the dim light, one huge nut exposed between the monster quads. It looked like the size of Zack’s fist as it hung low, sticking to Henry’s leg in the heat of the cabin. Zack stared, his mouth watering, his cock aching as he fantasized about the rest of Henry’s junk shoved into the briefs. Zack knew he’d never get to sleep with this sprawling in front of him, he had to get to his room. Quietly, he removed the cover from his body and tried to get up making as little noise as possible. His skin sticking to the leather making noise as he moved, the floorboards creaking as he stood, and yet, Henry’s big chest continued to rise and fall in a steady pattern. Zack crept past the couch, and started down the hallway. “Where do you think you’re going?” The voice startled Zack and he jumped, feeling his heart quicken. Zack turned around to see Henry in the same position, the only difference now was his eyes were open. “I was going to lay in bed.” Zack said. Henry yawned, stretching his arms up and his legs out. The shirt pulled up even more on his torso, exposing the bottom two abs. “What, you didn’t enjoy the show out here?” Henry said as he casually adjusted his crotch and shoved his swollen testicle back into the strained briefs. “I…uh…” Zack began unsure if Henry knew how long he’d stared at him before getting up. Henry stood and crossed the living room. The light silhouetting his body, accentuating the bulging muscles. He turned to his side and Zack saw his cock had grown. It was sticking out in front of Henry, pushing the briefs away from his body. Henry walked forward slowly, lumbering and heavy, but not breaking eye contact with Zack. Zack felt shivers run up his spine as terror filled him. This was it, Henry was going to kill him for staring at his exposed nut. Henry strutted closer, the light still playing off of his body, he seemed giant as he took step after step towards Zack. As he did, he undid the top button to the shirt he had on, his chest hair began to spill out, the few grey silver hairs glinting in the faded light. Henry stopped about a foot away from Zack, his cock pointing forward about to poke Zack if Henry moved any closer. “You seem tense, Zack.” Henry began, “Are you sure you feel okay?” Henry cocked his head to the side and stared down at Zack. “Okay.” Zack said, letting out a deep breath and trying not to stare at the cock twitching in front of him. “It’s you, you scare me.” Henry raised an eyebrow. He reached forward and cupped Zack’s face in one large hand, bending Zack’s chin up so he was looking back at Henry. “I thought we went over this already. I’d never hurt you.” “I know.” Zack said, fighting to keep eye contact and say what he needed. “But…I’m scared of what you’d do if you found out I was gay.” Henry dropped his hand away from Zack’s face, and squatted down so he was eye to eye with Zack. He had a grin on his face, and Zack couldn’t translate it in any meaningful way. He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound coming through his grin. “You think I haven’t pieced that one together yet? The way you always bone up every time I’m around. That little face you make when you’re about to cum when all I do is flex? You’re doing a piss poor job of hiding it all if that’s what you were trying to do.” Henry paused, taking a deep breath in, “I thought you were trying to tease me.” Zack’s eyes widened as the implication set in. Henry had known the entire time and he thought ZACK was trying to tease HIM? “Why don’t you head on to bed little boy.” Henry said as he stood back up to his full height. “I think I’ll head to bed too.” Henry yawned again, his cock still twitching and growing. Zack turned to walk to his room, and he could still feel Henry’s presence behind him. As they walked down the hallway, Zack could feel Henry’s cock poking him in the back, it wasn’t even fully hard. He felt like a prisoner being marched the way the heavy dick was pushing him forward. But it was blowing Zack’s mind that he was still somewhat soft, how big did that thing get? Zack stopped at his door and turned around. Henry was still there, although as he’d walked down the hallway he’d unbuttoned the next button on his shirt, leaving only four buttons holding back his muscular mass. “Can I help you?” Henry said, looking over his massive pecs at Zack. “No, I, uh, I just…” Zack was floundering his words, every cell in his body was screaming over the walking wet dream in front of him. “Why don’t you help me out, huh?” Henry said, reaching forward quickly and seizing Zack’s hands. He brought them up to his shirt and placed Zack’s hands on the next button. “Help daddy out of this tight shirt, you’re good at it.” Did he just call himself daddy? It struck Zack as odd, but he had to admit it was fucking hot. Zack fumbled with the button, it was about eye level, but it was smack dab in the middle of Henry’s pecs. The beast was swelling his chest up, the fabric of the shirt pulling on the button from either side. Zack worked the button, but it was tight, every time he got close, Henry would pump his pecs up just a little more, making it harder for Zack to finish what he’d started. In the dark of the hallway he could feel Henry’s eyes staring down at him, and he could feel his hot breath as Henry filled his huge lungs full of air, and then let it out. “Here, move a bit closer, that may help.” Henry grabbed Zack by the shoulders and pulled his body towards his, as he did his bulge shoved into Zack’s torso, it was so big, but still soft. Zack retracted his body, sucking in his stomach and pulling his chest in to minimize contact with the hot package dominating his every other thought. The other thoughts were devoted to undoing the buttons. He finally got the button on Henry’s chest after the big man exhaled and stopping growing his barrel chest. As he moved down to the next button at the top of Henry’s abs, Zack could feel the dense hair pouring out of Henry’s open shirt. Zack savored the feeling of the soft fur for a moment as he started on the next button. “You’re so big.” Zack said, almost to himself, but just loud enough that Henry heard. “Tell me, Zack.” Henry said as Zack undid the next button in line, “Have you ever seen anyone as big as me?” “No.” Was all Zack could say, and it was the truth. “You like big muscles don’t ya boy?” Henry said, Zack undoing the next button, only one left. “I..I..”Zack couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. “You don’t need to say it…”. Henry said as he moved his big quad forward and brushed it against Zack’s throbbing cock, flexing it, and rubbing Zack’s cock with the rippling muscle. “Do daddy’s muscles get you hard?” Zack undid the last button, and Henry shook off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Clouds must have moved and exposed the moon because suddenly the hallway was washed with pale moonlight. Henry moved and Zack was trapped between him, and the wall. Zack could see the thick hair on his chest, and Henry stepped closer and he could feel it on his face. Zack turned his head, fighting with every ounce of his being to not give up and give in. Henry’s bulge pressed into him, Zack was lightheaded. Henry grabbed Zack’s hand from his side and slammed it onto his rock hard abs. Zack could make out 6 distinct abs, and another two coming in at the top. “You feel how hard those abs are?” Henry said, and he flexed them, Zack’s fingers trapped in the deep grooves between to of the huge ab muscles. “Look at that, they’re bigger than the palm of your hand.” Zack flattened his hand on Henry’s flexed stomach, and Henry relaxed his flex. Zack could feel the thick hair that formed Henry’s happy trail, leading into the underwear that seemed smaller and smaller each time Zack looked. “I’m going to ask you again.” Henry said, stepping even closer to Zack, almost squishing him between his body and the wall. Zack could feel Henry flexing and unflexing his washboard abs as they rubbed against Zack’s small body. “Do you… like my muscles?” “Yes.” Zack whimpered out, his cock milliseconds away from exploding in his pants. Zack’s face was buried in between the deep crevice between Henry’s hair pecs, each breath Zack took he smelled Henry’s clean manly scent, the long chest hairs tickling his nose and face. Then Henry stepped back, Zack’s face releasing from between the pecs, the pressure of flexed abs disappearing, the impressive bulge no longer pulsing against his body, the flexed quad pulled away from his cock just as he felt like cumming. Zack let out a breath, his tense body relaxing. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Henry said in his deep gruff voice. His heavy footsteps carrying him down the hall, and he shut the door to his room. Zack went into his room. What the fuck was that. If Henry wanted more, he just wouldn’t say so. Zack was so confused, why would he say those things, made Zack take his shirt off, poke his huge bulge all over Zack’s body if he wasn’t interested in more? Zack knew he could never make the first move, the fear of rejection overwhelming him even at the thought. If he made a pass at Henry, and Henry rejected him, he wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive. But his throbbing cock was clouding his entire train of thought, begging for release. Zack pulled down his pants and his little boner sprang free, he no more than grazed it with his hand, and the memory of Henry’s huge flexing muscles pressed against him, the feeling of his hand on Henry’s massive abs, the thick covered cock shoving into him. Zack came, his small balls pumping out every last bit of cum that could hold, all to the thought of Henry. Zack cleaned his mess up off the floor, thankfully he didn’t cum a lot. He climbed into bed, his heart still pounding over his interaction with Henry. Zack made a decision, a choice, he would seduce Henry. He would make the big man want him so bad, he’d have no choice but to make a move; he was done being a passive player in Henry’s teasing game, it was his turn to go on the offensive. The next morning Zack woke to a knock at his door. “Zack.” Henry called from the other side of the door before he gently pushed it open. He was shirtless, in baggy swim trunks that went down past his knees, his hair matted with sweat, and a large towel around his broad shoulders. “I’m sorry, I worked out without you this morning, I figured you could use the rest. I’m going to take a dip in the hot tub and relax my muscles, don’t want these big boys cramping up on me.” Henry said, and he flexed his arm, his big bicep exploding with veins and striations, his forearm popping with cords of muscle. Then he was gone. Zack’s plan came flooding back into his mind, and he knew it was his chance to begin. Getting out of bed, Zack tore through his totes of clothes, looking for the perfect thing, and then he found it. A bright pink speedo. Now, think what you want about Zack’s body, his slender frame and small cock be damned because he knew his tight muscles looked good on him, he knew his beautiful face, sharp jawline, and tossed hair looked good, and above all, he knew he had a great ass. It was perky and round, smooth as a baby’s, he could flex it and make it hard, but in it’s natural state it jiggled like jello. Zack slid on the speedo, tucking his cock in, and then, pulled the tight fabric over his ass. He walked to the bathroom and tussled his hair a bit, looking at himself in the mirror he knew he was hot, and he’d break Henry. He grabbed a towel and went out the back door towards the gym. He had the towel wrapped around his waist, preparing his smirk for the big reveal. He entered the gym, and walked straight through to the back room. Opening the door and walking in, he say Henry relaxing in the steaming water. His head was laid back, his body submerged, he looked calm, peaceful. Zack walked to the hot tub, “Mind if I join big guy?” Henry opened one eye and looked at Zack, and then closed his eyes again. “Not at all, come on in.” Fuck! Zack thought, if he’s not looking then the speedo, the reveal, the SMIRK, none of it would work. “Where can I put my towel?” Zack asked. “Right there on the wall next to mine.” Henry replied, still not opening his eyes. Zack hung up his towel, and stepped up to the side of the hot tub, throwing a leg over and feeling the warm water touch his skin, as he did, Henry opened his eyes a bit, and then opened them fully. “Nice bathing suit.” Henry said, a smile appearing on his face. “Thanks.” Zack said back, “It’s all I have here, but it gets the job done.” “I bet it does.” Henry said to himself, just loud enough for Zack to hear. Zack lowered himself down into the water, he noticed how Henry’s chest sat just above the water line, his nipples, pointed down by the weight of his chest, were gently grazing the water. As it ebbed and flowed, it would lap over his nipples, and then pull away, leaving them erect at the sudden cold air on them. Zack stared at Henry’s armpits, they were so deep. “So are you feeling better from yesterday?” Henry asked, keeping his eyes closed. “I feel fantastic.” Zack said, trying to send a mental message and will Henry to open his eyes. “So, what did you workout today?” Henry stirred, “I did arms, can’t you tell by how pumped they look.” With that Henry flexed both of his arms in a double bicep pose. “Your whole body always looks pumped, it’s hard to tell.” Zack said. This more forward direction with Henry felt good to Zack, he enjoyed the tease much more than he’d even imagined. “Yeah, you seemed to enjoy them quite a bit last night.” Henry said, raising an eyebrow at Zack. “Oh, that. I’m 18, a light breeze and I get hard.” Zack played it as casually as he could. “So tell me. Since last night you said you liked my big muscles. Which one would you say is your favorite?” Henry dropped his gaze on to Zack. “Well.” Zack began, clearing his throat. He knew this next sentence would be a leap of faith. “I haven’t seen ALL of your muscles, so I don’t think I can say.” Henry chuckled, his bouncing chest creating waves in the water. “Tell you what. How about you give me a massage, it will help me not get so sore from the brutal workout this morning. Then after you’ve felt all my muscles, you can tell me what your favorite is.” Zack raised his eyebrow at Henry, “Alright, deal.” With that Zack stood up, steam rolling off his body, and his speedo suctioned to his ass. he looked back over his shoulder and he could swear he caught Henry staring at his ass. Then Henry stood up. The water level dropped as his massive body stopped displacing water. But that wasn’t what caught Zack’s attention. Henry had shed his long swim trunks, and in their place was what Zack could only guess were maybe 5” inseam shorts, packed full of man. The trunks clung to Henry, his huge balls and thick cock visible in the wrinkles of the wet shorts. “After you.” Henry said, motioned Zack out of the hot tub. They dried off, and Henry walked over to the massage table and laid face down, no words exchanged. Zack followed him and stood beside the table. He took in the sight before him. Henry’s huge body, still a little wet, presented in front of him, and he was going to get to feel it all.

You cracked the code! This is a tool we will use later

God I love when people can use AI to create images of characters! This is pretty close, I just always imagine the chest being bigger, but that’s entirely a personal preference

Henry?

S = soft H = hard G = girth right?

Henry is a goddamn hunk and I can´t wait to see where the story goes.

Part 2: Zack sat on the couch, completely dumbstruck at what had just happened. He convinced himself he was just drunk, he had imagined it, maybe he was dreaming right now. He sat in the dark for he wasn’t sure how long, and then he moved as quietly as he could to his bed. He was grateful for the alcohol, no matter how much he wanted to worry, the depressant slowly put him to sleep. In the morning he woke to the sounds of dishes clattering in the kitchen. He placed his hand on his forehead, his head was pounding in a headache that wouldn’t stop and he felt vaguely like throwing up. Zack climbed out of bed slowly that morning, sliding on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt. He checked his phone, no signal, great. Not only was he trapped out here with whatever the hell was happening with Henry, but he also didn’t have service, and he knew without asking Henry wouldn’t have Wi-Fi. So, he was going to have to tough it out for a few days. Slowly he crept out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen, he peeked around the corner and into the kitchen where Henry was sitting at the table already eating breakfast. Henry saw Zack before he had a chance to move, “Good morning sleeping beauty!” Henry called with a mouthful of egg, “I thought you’d never get up.” Zack winced a bit as the bright morning light poured into the kitchen, his head pounding with his hangover. “Have a bit too much last night?” Henry said, looking up from his plate. He looked cartoonish sitting at the small table, hunched over it, his massive body pressing against the tiny table, the chair he was sitting in was too small as well, too short for his long legs, and the seat too narrow for his wide muscled ass. It was as if everything in the house was designed to make him look like a giant, but of course it was simply because he was one. “Yeah, I guess, I’ve never had a hangover before.” “You know what gets rid of a hangover for me?” Henry said, scraping the last bits of food off of his plate. “A nice breakfast and a hard workout.” Zack noticed a plate made for him sitting on the table, Henry pushed it towards him, “If you’d like to join me, that is.” Henry said. A flood of memories poured over Zack as he remembered the workout yesterday, Henry’s hot heavy crotch pressed against his face on the bench, feeling his huge chest as they measured his body, the encounter on the couch. Henry took Zack’s pause as hesitation and added, “today I’m working out legs and doing cardio. I could show you how to Bulgarian split squats!” Henry seemed genuinely excited and the smile on his face furthered the point, “maybe after, we could go on a run, I have a path in the woods I like to take.” While all of that sounded nice to Zack, he wasn’t sure he could keep up with Henry, but the thought of this man being excited to show him things in the gym was something Zack had always secretly wished for. “Sure, why not.” Zack said, shrugging his shoulders, big smiling slightly as he did it. Henry returned the smile. “Eat up, you’re going to need something on top of those two beers you had ha ha ha.” Henry got up from the table and walked down the hallway, leaving Zack alone to eat his breakfast. Henry had made quite the spread, but he had given Zack such a portioned amount it was perfect. Henry ate his eggs and drank the drink Henry had set aside for him, he noticed it had some powder in it, the jug on the counter that was left sitting out had something written on it, Creatine? Zack wondered what that was as he drank and finished his plate. Henry still had not left his room, and so Zack went to change, again putting on baggy shorts and keeping on his oversized shirt. Even though it didn’t work well last night and Henry still sniffed out his boner, he knew he had to keep trying to hide how he felt, Henry was trying to trap him and he knew how big old school straight guys like him acted when they found out some little gay guy was checking them out. He wouldn’t fall for it, he felt his life depended on it, Henry would smash him to a pulp the second he dropped his defenses. Zack heard Henry’s door open, and so he followed him out. They walked though the backyard same as yesterday, Zack noticing the tight short shorts Henry had on, and his white t-shirt was easily a size too small. As he walked his wide lats jutted out on both sides like angel wings, the fabric of the shirt spread thin as it fought to cover the expanse of his deeply muscled back. His ass was so incredibly large and round and the shorts showed it off so well, it stuck out from his waist and the small of his back Zack figured he could sit on it like it was a chair. In the hot humid air, a small sweat streak had already began to form along his crack as his ass pulled his shorts into the space between his firm ass cheeks. The back of his shirt had spots of sweat already spotting through as they finished their walk to the gym. Henry walked in and again went to turn on the stereo and the air conditioner. “It should cool down in here in a little, I forgot to leave it plugged in last night.” Inside the building the metal siding has created an oven, it was oppressively warm inside. Zack, who rarely sweat much, could feel beads of sweat forming along his hairline as Henry moved about and placed weights on bars and removed plates here and there. Finally he looked up at Zack, “You ready?” Zack approached him from where he stood in the center of the gym. Henry was standing in the middle of some large white metal cube, a bar loaded down heavily on each side was positioned just below shoulder height. “So what I want you to do is stand over there…” Henry said as he pointed to the side of the cube, “and watch my posture.” Henry squatted slightly and moved himself under the bar, resting it on his broad shoulders. He moved his hands to the bar and adjusted his grip. He then positioned his feet and looked over to Zack. From the side, Zack could appreciate just how thick Henry was in ever sense of the word, his body pushed forward and backward, taking up space in every direction as his muscles dominated the area around him. In the front of his tight shorts in the front, Zack could see his now familiar giant bulge, looking swollen and packed tight. “Good, I see you looking up and down to see the whole form, from my feet to my hands, nice work. Now the key here to to keep your back straight, and breath.” With that Henry stood, lifting the bar on his shoulders, and he began to lower his body down. Zack observed his incredibly straight back and his posture as Henry looked forward and concentrated on the weight. He went lower and lower until he stopped, breathed, and raised his body and the heavy weights up again. As he stood back up to his full height, Henry stepped forward and re-racked the weight, fucking his head and stepping out of the cube. “Any questions?” He said looking down at Zack. “I think I need to see you do it a couple of times like you did the bench before I’m comfortable trying it myself.” Zack said, it was honestly the truth, but as he said it he could swear he saw a sly grin rush across Henry’s beautiful sculpted face. “Of course, I can handle that. I’ll just keep squatting, you let me know when you have the basics of my form memorized.” It sounded like sarcasm, but if it was, it didn’t show in the flat even tone of Henry’s voice. Henry got back into position and began to squat, rep after rep, up and down, in a slow rhythmic form. Zack moved from the side to the back and was greeted with the incredible display of Henry’s shorts almost giving him a wedgie as his massive ass seemed to swallow the shorts. Zack moved back to the side, he’d lost count but Henry had not slowed down or showed any sign of fatigued as he continued to pump out reps. Zack debated for a minute on whether or not he should just let Henry go until he stopped on his own, just to see what the brute could do, but instead he said, “Okay, I’m ready to try.” Henry stood back up. “Already? I was just getting into a good rhythm.” He chuckled and walked Zack over to a smaller cube adjacent to the one he had used, on it an empty bar. “Just like yesterday, we’re only going to focus on form, no weight yet, okay?” Zack shook his head in confirmation as he tried to imitate Henry’s body positioning exactly as he stepped under the bar. He moved his hands and tried to fix them the appropriate distance apart, spread his legs, and looked forward. “That’s a good start, let me make a few tweaks.” Henry said. Suddenly, Zack felt his hulking presence behind him. As Henry lowered his body, his powerful chest brushed against Zack’s back, his incredible width evident as he pressed himself forward. Henry then placed his large hands on top of Zack’s, encircling them as Zack held on to the bar. Henry’s hands were rough and hard as their grip tightened on Zack’s hands, his hand’s were trapped, he was immobile, stuck to the bar by the giant’s hands. Zack felt Henry still close behind him, he could feel his hot breath on his neck. As Henry breathed, his chest rose and fell, each time his massive pecs would push against Zack, punctuating their power over him, Zack could feel his boner throb painfully. Then Henry began to move his hands. “Here, try moving them here, where the bar turns from smooth to rough. Now Let’s try a squat. I’m going to spot you like I did yesterday on the bench, making sure you don’t hurt yourself and that you learn right, the first time; go ahead and stand up and lift the bar, then move back a little to take it off the rack.” Zack did as he was told, as he stepped back he could still feel Henry’s huge body towering behind him. “Okay now what?” Zack said, trying to focus his attention on the weight and not on the load he was about to blow in his pants from just feeling the slightest brush of Henry’s body against his and the warm air breathed down his neck. Henry placed his hands on Zack’s hips, “Now you squat down.” As Zack lowered his body, Henry went down with him, guiding him and occasionally pressing into Zack to encourage him to straighten his back. At the deepest part of the squat, Zack began to stand back up, Henry’s hands still guiding him. As the rose, Zack felt Henry’s swollen bulge rub against his body. At first it started at the bottom of his ass, as they stood higher, the thick cock rubbed slowly up Zack’s crack. Zack could swear he could feel like pressing into him, begging his cheeks to open and accept the big dick. Then the bulge pressed into his back, and Zack knew he felt it twitch. He quickly stepped forward and racked the bar, moving himself away from Henry. “That was good for your first time, you need to work on keeping your posture straight, but otherwise that wasn’t bad.” They continued their leg workout with leg presses, the Bulgarian split squats Henry raved on and on about, calf raises, on and on. Henry presented a smorgasbord of different exercises, insisting that Zack could pick his favorites and they’d make him his own workout plan. After the incident with the squatting, Henry barely touched Zack again, and no matter how hard Zack tried not only could he not tell a difference in the size of Henry’s bulge to tell if he was getting hard, but he also couldn’t get his own stubborn boner to go away. Each and every time he almost had it under control Henry would pop in with something like, “Watch the separation in my quad, that’s what you’re going for, you want this…” as he would point to different flexed muscles on his legs. The man was a beast, but his shorts held for the duration of the workout, but to Zack’s surprise. Between the pressure in the front and the huge ass shoved in the back, Zack was sure he’d get to witness Henry busting his ass out of those shorts, but alas, no such luck. When they finished, Henry’s white shirt was nearly see through as it clung to his body with sweat, his big dark nipples clearly showing through. He abs almost visible through the nearly translucent fabric. “Ready to go for our run?” Henry said, a smile plastered on his face. “How long is it?” Zack asked, unsure of how much more his legs could take. “Only 10 miles, it’ll be quick.” Henry said, moving to turn off the AC and stereo in the gym. When he turned back around he registered the look on Zack’s face and laughed. “I’m kidding, it’s only 1 mile, and…” Henry pause moving closer to Zack and leaning in to whisper, Zack could feel the bristle of his 5 o’clock shadow rub against his face and Henry got close to his ear, “…there’s a surprise at the end.” Henry stood back up and winked at Zack, “well come on! Hop to it! Don’t make me use a drill Sargent voice on you!” Henry called as he walked outside. The two set out on their run, with Zack falling in step behind Henry. Zack knew Henry was taking it easy on him, and he was okay with that. He truthfully enjoyed getting to follow Henry, he could start at his big bouncing ass without any suspicion. But what had Henry meant that there was a surprise at the end of this. As they ran Zack’s mind ran wild with horny thoughts of things that could happen in the woods, finally he let his mind roam free and explore fantasy as he enjoyed the slow run. Occasionally, Henry would slow even more, and Zack in his fantasy world would get up beside him without really noticing, what brought him back each time was seeing the way Henry’s huge chest bounced in his shirt as he ran, huge mountains of muscle expanded with breath and covered in sweat, all Zack wanted to do was lick off every drop of sweat from every rock hard inch of that massive chest. Up ahead Zack could see sunshine shining through, a blue sky peeking through the thick canopy of trees. “We’re almost there!” Henry called over his shoulder as he picked up speed, “See if you can keep up with an old man.” With his long powerful muscular legs, Henry took off down the trail, literally leaving Zack in his dust. Zack quickly responded, he may be smaller…much smaller…but Zack knew he was fast. He caught up to Henry in no time, the big man’s huge body slowing him down as his legs pumped trying to move the weight faster. Zack passed Henry and he could hear Henry laughing over his shoulder as he pressed forward. No sooner than Zack passed Henry, he came out of the woods into a large open space. He stopped, as did the trail. He looked around, a fire pit, brown sand, a picnic table, and an incredibly still blue water lake that lie in the middle of the dense forest. Zack slowly walked to the water, bending down to touch it, it was cool, but it felt good on his hot body in the humid air. “Do you like the surprise?” Henry called, busting out of the woods. His chest heaving and his brow dripping sweat from the exertion of the sprint. “This is incredible.” Zack said, standing beside the lake. “Wanna go swimming?” Henry said, walking up beside Zack. “We don’t have any swim suits.” Zack said, dreading Henry suggesting they swim nude, it would be both the greatest and worst thing to ever happen to him in his life. “We don’t need suits?” Henry replied, “We can just go in our underwear, I mean you’ve already seen me in mine, so I’m not worried about it.” Zack hesitated, but as he watched Henry try to pull off his sweat soaked shirt which stuck to his body like glue, he said, “Okay, yeah, the water does feel great.” “Good.” Henry said grunting, “Now help me out of this god damn shirt!” The giant had been reduced to a child like appearance as he struggled to pull the shirt off over his swollen muscles. Zack walked over, he could smell Henry’s deodorant mixing with the smell of his sweat to create an incredibly masculine smell that went straight to Zack’s head. Henry raised his arms over his had and bent forward. “See if you can pull it off.” Henry said, urging Zack to try and peel the shirt off his body. Zack’s cock was dangerously close to cumming as he got closer to Henry and imagine the feeling of his hard sweaty muscles. Then. He didn’t have to imagine anymore. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and he could feel Henry’s shredded obliques on his sides, and the shirt dripping wet with sweat. Zack pulled and pulled, but the shirt was stuck on Henry’s lats. Zack pulled on one side, then another, barely making any progress as the shirt refused to let go of Henry’s body. Finally Henry exhaled a huge breath and the shirt moved up his body, only now it was stuck under his huge pecs in the front. Henry stood back up, arms still above his head, trapped in the shirt as it bunched up under his pecs like a crop top or a bra. Zack moved closer and began to roll the shirt up, savoring the feeling of his hands running of the vastness of Henry’s big chest. Both sides of the shirt got snagged on Henry’s big erect nipples. Both times, Zack savored the view of pulling the shirt and seeing the fat nipple pop out of the shirt. Finally at the top of his chest, the shirt got caught on his swollen triceps. The heavy underarms sticking out and acting as a final barrier to having this shirt completely off. Zack seemed like an old pro at this now, he carefully worked one side, then the other, rolling the sleeves and letting his fingers gently graze a little longer than they necessarily needed to over Henry’s muscular frame. Finally, Henry grunted and pulled back as Zack pulled away, and the shirt slid off, Zack stumbled back and almost fell. Henry reached out a huge hand and grabbed his forearm catching him before he went down. “Careful there.” Henry said, pulling Zack back up right. “Damn that was an ordeal.” Henry said, taking the shirt from Zack and tossing it onto the picnic table. “Alright, now I need help getting out of these pants.” Henry said, putting his hands on his hips and bouncing his titanic pecs. Zack’s mouth went dry, and his jaw fell slack as he imagined that same tango but with Henry’s huge cock and ass in his face, gripping and groping to pull those tight shorts off. “Ha ha ha, just kidding, they’re stretchy!” Henry said, popping the waistband to exaggerate how stretchy they really were, “unless you wanna take them off of me?” Henry raised an eyebrow and cocked a smile at Zack. “No thanks, I’m good.” There he went again, turning down the ultimate fantasy to hide his filthy secret from Henry. Henry barely paid attention to Zack’s reply as he pulled down his shorts. His huge bulge bouncing and swelling as it was released from it’s tight prison. Pushing the bounds of the fabrics limits as he settled. Zack looked away, refusing to stare at the half a basketball shoved into the mans tight briefs. “Want me to help you take your clothes off?” Henry offered with that same sly grin. “I can handle it.” Zack replied, cold and distant as he could. He just had to get in the cold water and his boner would go away and he could relax. Henry ran into the water, splashing and displacing gallons of water with his body as he pushed into the dark blue water. Zack quickly took off his shirt and shorts, keeping his back to the lake until he could adjust his small hard cock in his underwear. “Come on kid!” Henry called. Zack took a deep breath and said fuck it to himself and turned and ran to the water.

Wow, I love this so much. Also, I love the teases you've thrown in about his current size! We know he used to be 6'1 and skinny. Then in his last journal entry from a while back he was 6'4 and 270. Then there was the hint that he could no longer be a fighter pilot because the size limit is 6'5 and 300 lbs. Now he's outgrown two shirt sizes in the last month. He's taller and wider than a normal doorframe. OOF! THAT is how you write a story without stats. A wonderful way to convey growth and size without giving away all the details just yet and making us yearn for more. And I also really enjoy the realistic banter in the story. It feels very natural. Henry knows his huge and enjoys when people are speechless at his size, but he also doesn't let it completely go. I loved the conversation between Chris and Henry. Chris, who's used to being the big studly jock being rendered speechless by Henry, and Henry casually commenting back on Chris' obviously muscular build. So good.

This absolutely presses all the right buttons for me. Soooo good! So excited for more to come!

I hate to beat a dead horse, but honestly this story needs, like, a eulogy of some sort. It had the potential to be truly incredible, It's first chapter alone was hotter than some full stories could ever hope to be. Stories like this come around so rarely-- and they seem to get finished even less often than that

This is my favorite story on forum, really love the characters you've created! Still hoping for more but wish you the best

One, I completely agree that this story keeps getting hotter and hotter. Two, Matt's increasing dominance as he grows is a great development as well. I've also been trying to figure out what the cause of Matt's growth is. I've wondered if it was the wife's um fluids, the act of her having an orgasm, or the act of humiliating his son. Almost like muscle theft, but so far Luke isn't actually losing muscle as far as we know. It can't be any humiliation though, or Matt would have grown this chapter, but would have to be related to sexual humiliation. It does raise the question of what kind of growth Matt would have if Luke himself submits to his father. Lots of interesting ways this can go. Thanks for a great story so far.

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