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Chapter 8 - Gymnastic Meat Chad keeps a watchful eye on the camera monitor screen in case he can catch another view of Brian at the Attic party. His mind is racing trying to visualize what he saw, while he continues to monitor the system information captured this evening. He was positive about the growth he saw on the camera and was almost certain that it was related to the double cockring events. It was obvious that others present at the party noticed Brian's growth too. He reviewed all his data and performed a system diagnostic test trying to find out if any malfunction enabled the system double events to cause Brian's body growth in addition to the expected cock growth. Brian came around after a short while to find the party still going on. There were only a few guys left, mostly the stragglers who can never get any action and the 'one timers' or guests of whom none appealed to his interest. His body ached like the day after a hard workout. He got up and walked over to the clothing storage area where he had to search through the remaining pile of bags to locate the one that contained his clothing. He slipped on his socks and then slipped both legs into his pants. Standing as he pulled them up. He noticed the pant legs, which were snug fitting to begin with, both seemed extra tight around his thighs and over his glutes. However, they fit around his waist perfectly. He carefully maneuvered his thick long cock inside as best he could before carefully zipping the fly closed and fastening the waist button. He ran both of his hands down each thigh trying to stretch the material out a bit. Pulling his t-shirt out of the bag, he gathers up the back in his hands. Slipping in one arm and then the other before he raises his arms to pull it down over his head and shoulders with a bit of struggle. He can't help but notice how the seams are cutting in at the arm pits and just as he begins to pull it down over his broad chest and back carefully as the seams start to give way. He works the fabric down over his torso. Then reaches up and pulls off the torn sleeves one by one. Just as he was thinking his deltoids looked pretty good in his muscle top t-shirt it happened. Rippppp.. right down the front to just above his abs. "Fuck", Brian yells out, "this was a new shirt too." Ripping it off the rest of the way he tosses it into the waste basket and grabs his leather jacket from the hanger. Slipping it on he suddenly realizes just how much it feels like a second skin as he pulls the front together over his bare torso and zips it part way up. He makes a mental note to wear it bare chested next time as the arousal factor is incredible. Heading down the attic stairs Wes stops him briefly. "No done for the night are you Brian?" He asks sounding hopeful for another round, as he stares at the deep V between the exposed bare muscled pecs through the open jacket. "Yeah, calling it a night. Is the storm over?" "Can't entice you to stay a bit longer?" Wes asks as he slips his hand inside the jacket and tweaks one of Brian's nips. "Stopped raining a short time ago. So you can stay, right?" "Sorry man, but I've got to get home." The hand slips away as Brian hobbles down the stairway due to the sudden arousal and rapid growth of his cock straining for release. Chad trudged off to bed but his mind continued processing the events he just witnessed. He was glad the cockring failsafe was functioning and preventing any tampering. But Brian seemed to be adjusting to its presence much more quickly than any of the other alpha males. In fact, he seemed to be using it for his own pleasure. If excessively hard massive cock growth can be deemed a pleasure. In any case, his cock was suppose to always revert back to normal size afterwards and not be retained some of the time. Just what was the cause of the malfunction and why did it stimulate the total body muscular growth as well? Nothing in the design had the power to produce such a result. The same factors must have allowed this growth to be retained on those times when the cock growth was also retained. Chad finally dropped off to sleep with no answers. Meanwhile Brian made it home, stripped off his leather jacket, boots and socks. Then peeled off the overly tight jeans and crashed into bed. However, morning came quickly as the alarm played its ritual wake up. He slowly forced his heavy body to get up out of bed and sauntered to the shower. Soaping up his body he feels the change in size of his upper arms and shoulders. His chest feels totally pumped like after a massive workout and his abs have never been so defined. "Fuck", he wipes the steam off the shower door and peers over to the mirror across from the door. "Dam, am I getting big or what?" He finishes his shower and steps out admiring his muscular body as he towels off the remaining water. "Not again?” Brian exclaims as he accidentally triggered the cockring with the towel while wiping around his cock and balls. The instant erection reminds him about the growth spurts of last night. "Somehow I've retained the muscular growth again, just like the night of the play party." Brian steps on the scale and quickly figures he gained eighteen pounds last night. "No way?” He runs down the hall to his workout area and finds the tape measure. Wrapping the tape around his biceps reveals an extra inch on each of them. Now he has to find out how much his chest gained. Positioning the tape and measuring not once but twice before he accepts the measurement. "Fuckin Wild." His erection is persistent and demanding attention as he can't help but think about the wild sex last night. He can't ignore his cock any longer. A few quick strokes as he records the measurement in his workout log. One inch growth in each arm and just over three inches on his chest. Finishing up the last couple measurements and recording them as well. "I got to figure this out." He says to himself, "can't just keep growing like this or someone is going to start asking questions. Then, like an after thought, he measures his raging cock. No fucking shit! A full inch longer than last time, dam no wonder I had such a great time last night." Checking his recorded stats, "Fuck, my cocks grown almost an inch and a half since this cockring thing started. Have to admit I love the overall changes. Packing on almost 30 pounds of muscle in the last couple months sure feels great!" It was after lunch before Chad got out of bed and he knew he still needed to complete the month end review for Minneapolis. That meant he'd have to really check out Brian's data. He just couldn't figure this guy out. His high rate of sexual activity, the rapid acceptance of the cockring made him stand out as a superior alpha male from any of the others. However the unexplained growth that he was sure was somehow triggered by double events still bothered him greatly. Chad knew that Brian had handled the full 105% during his interview without any sign of pain. In fact he still had significant play in the skin covering his cock shaft. A sure sign that he hadn't reach his maximum growth limit. A limit that Chad had planned to explore once Brian was placed into production. However, now he wondered if the unexpected, overall body and related cock growth had changed this potential or simply increased that capacity. He remembered fondly how monstrously huge Brian’s thick, nine inch cock felt filling up his ass as he got fucked by his bull in the shower and could only dream of what it'd be like to take it now. Based upon the computer images it was easily ten and a half inches just as he witnessed at end of last nights sessions in that attic party. He couldn't help but wondered just what it was like for Brian as the arousal data was off the charts. "Brian," Chad scoffed, "What about the man he was fucking?" He said to himself wishing that he was the bottom for such a wild ride. "I've got to stop thinking like that." He scolded himself, but wonders again just how far he could push Brian's growth limit. Brian had casually dropped hints to his family of a big project pending at work. He indicated that it could very likely require overtime and some evening work. He knew that too many, "Nights with the guys", excuses would draw suspicion. Once the new month began he intensified his efforts, making it clear that the project was due to start soon. Brian figured all was working out well toward preparing for the extra time to play once Keith arrived. He really wanted to be able to spend extra time with Keith if at all possible. Only a couple more days until Keith was due to arrive. The weather for the next week or two was unusually cool and wet, making time go by slower than normal. Brian maintained his usual routine as he had mostly adjusted to the presence of the cockring. The growth still puzzled him but overall it wasn't negatively affecting him that much anymore. The changes it created in his body were desirable, as well as the additional sexual activity he was enjoying. Brian puts aside most of his original fears about the ever present cockring. However, he was still aware that there were other guys at the gym who notice the cockring from time to time. Some never mentioned it, acting like it was normal, while others obviously disliked it but didn't say a word. Some asked and Brian explained as he had before to Craig. A few actually liked it and complemented him on how masculine and sexy it looked. Brian acknowledged the compliment. He sometimes wondered or hoped that there was something more intended behind the simple compliment. He had such hopes with Craig, but had long since dismissed it as Craig hadn't shown any interest since that first encounter. It was now two days later and Keith was on the way, Brian was glad he was finally going to meet him in person. He cleaned up and made special preparations of the items he'd need for later that evening. After all, he had to "work late on that special project" at work. A special project named Keith. Brian arrived at the airport excited to meet Keith in person for the first time. He went to the baggage claim and waited until he thought he saw Keith. "Brian", Keith yelled out like an old friend. "Hey, you have a good flight?" "Sure did, but need a restroom fast." "It's this way." Brian couldn't believe the definition evident through Keith's snug fitting tank top. "Man are you tight." "Me? Dam stud, you look huge compared to all your pics." Opening a stall door and pulling Brian inside with him. They embraced tightly and Keith's tongue found its way deep into Brian's mouth as his hand unsnapped and unzipped Brian's jeans. Reaching inside he pulled out the monster and stoked it until it was super hard. "I've been wanting this way to long." "mmmmmmmmmmm" Brian had never had sex in a public restroom. The added risk and excitement of the airport location with all of the extra security was overwhelming. Keith felt Brian's balls draw up for the emanate release and he got down on his knees. He really had to stretch his mouth open extra wide to accommodate the huge cock head. However he masterfully swallowed the massive cock shaft inch by inch, without much effort. All but the last couple of inches. He continued sucking as best he could while he worked Brian's loaded balls. He felt the cock deep in the back of his throat pulse and throb until the stream of hot thick cum blast down his throat. "Nice way to say wel-cum to Minnesota." They both straightened up and made their way out of the stall and back to the luggage carousel in time to pick up the bags. On the way to the car, they talked about the flight and people on it. The hot male flight attendants and the schedule Keith had for his time in the cities. By the time they got in the car both knew they'd only have tonight and possibly one other time together while Keith was in town. The hotel was about half way between the airport and where Brian lived and very near the location of the gymnastics competition. Keith checked in as Brian had to drive around to find a place to park the car. The competition crowd had filled up most of the closer parking ramps. His cell phone rang as he was walking back to the hotel. It was Keith calling to let him know the room number. Brian arrived several minutes later finding the door propped ajar by the security bolt. He knocked once lightly and walked in finding Keith, wearing leather boots, harness, jockstrap and neck collar. "Now that's hot." Brian greeted Keith. "I can't get over your definition and it's nicely accentuated by that harness!" "You like it all, huh?" Running his hands lightly over his washboard abs. "You know with your beefed up body a harness would really look great on you too. Add a pair of chaps with your bull cock hanging out and no man would deny you!" "You know I like it on you. By the way, did that artist get done with the casting of your torso?" "Yeah, but I haven’t seen the final casting yet. Besides what I want to see now is your cock in my mouth again." Keith stepped close to Brian, reached out and quickly removed his shirt. Then he ran his hands down Brian's chest, briefly pinched his nips, before unfastening the button at the top of his jeans. "mmmmmm, you got that wild fuckin bull cock straining for release and ready for me?" "It's straining for you and that hot tight ass." He reached for his zipper. Pushing Brian's hand away, "That's my job". He unzipped the jeans, opened the front and worked his hand inside to cup the stud’s package. "I'm glad it's for me. I want it all. Every inch of that fuckin huge cock that I watched in your video for the past couple of years." "Not to mention all the hot web cam sessions we've had. Man I can hardly wait....." Brian stopped short of finishing as he heard the rip of fabric. Keith had grabbed both hip pockets and ripped them as he pulled down, trying to remove Brian's pants quickly. "FUCK!" "You said it's for me and I want it all now!" His mouth quickly covered the huge cock head more easily this time and then began once again to devour the thick shaft bit by bit. Brian reeled back against the door. All he could do was watch in amazement as his cock all but disappeared once again inside Keith. Keith was truly a talented cock handler, the way he worked his mouth up and down, from end to end, over Brian's cock. He quickly took Brian to the edge, knowing just when to stop sucking and prevent the release. At this point he would administer his attentions to Brian's balls or nips. Anything to divert the senses and allow the huge cock to subside it's pulsing. He would allow the wave of emotions flooding Brian's brain to back off just enough before returning his attention to continue working on Brian's cock. Repeating this series of sexual torture over and over, each time taking Brian closer to climax. "Stop... Please... I've got... to cum." Brian was panting, trying to catch his breath. "Let me cum... Keith." "You said it's for me. Remember?" He bit on Brian's nips. "It's mine. You are mine." Nipping even harder as he softly caressed the raging hard on. "I want your cock now. I want it deep inside of me. I want to feel you’re hot cum quenching my hunger." He went down on Brian again. "Fuck yeah... I got to cum... It is for you... all of it." He felt his cock slide deep inside of Keith as he swallowed and sucked him harder and harder. The load of cum swelled up quickly in Brian. "F-U-C-K" He yelled, as his load blasted out. His cock throbbed and pounded as it pumped out. He pulled Keith off of his sensitive cock carefully. He couldn't stand it inside Keith's talented mouth any longer. His cock still throbbing as the cum continued to flow and spill out over Keith's face and dripped onto his chest. Keith's eyes were glazed over as he stood up, grabbed Brian and began kissing him deeply. He slowly maneuvered them both over to the bed, before collapsing on top of Brian. They both were fighting to dominate over each other. Their tongues dueling inside each others mouth. Their hands squeezed and caressed each others muscles, every sinew and fiber massaged until every nerve was on edge. They slowly regained their strength as the need for more sex heightened inside of them. Meanwhile, Chad had just returned from running some errands. A To Do reminder flashed on the screen as he logged into the system. 'Brian date with Keith' "Oh hell, hope I didn't miss anything. He checked Brian's logs. "Dam, they were already fuckin around." He was always amazed at the arousal reading the system logged for Brain every time he had sex. They were consistently much higher than the other studs and this was intriguing to him. The GPS allowed Chad to find the location and scan for any nearby cameras. He realized they'd most likely be in a hotel room somewhere and that almost eliminated any chance of a camera. Unless they were having sex in a public space. No such luck, it was a room, but the hotel had wireless internet. He began scanning the IP addresses in use within the hotel without any success. However one address showed an unusually high amount of outbound network traffic. Chad, with all his technical knowledge, knew this had to be video traffic. Chad tapped into the address. "Fuck, what is Keith up to?" He could clearly see naked Brian on his back on the bed and a man he assumed was Keith, lying on top. The two were deeply engrossed in each other. What really bothered Chad wasn't that the camera was on, but that it was broadcasting everything. Keith reached down and began to stroke Brian's cock back to life. "This cockring is incredibly sexy on you." He wraps his hand around it and pulls on it gently, accidentally activating the failsafe. "A very masculine studly look and obviously makes you extra horny, I'd say." "Fuck, man, you really got me going again." Brian knew that Keith had activated the cockring. He'd gotten to quickly recognize when it was active verses when he was having a normal erection. Besides he really wanted to fuck Keith so bad. "I want to fuck your tight ass, man." "Don't move, just lay there and let me ride it." Keith squatted facing Brian, over the massive thick stake. He lowered himself slowly, feeling pressure of the thick cock head pushing against his ass. He applied more lube and it only took another minute or two before it suddenly broke through. Before Keith caught himself, several inches of Brian's thick veined shaft had also penetrated the tight confines. "Son of a bitch! You're going to tear me up man." He pause a minute to adjust to the size of it. "Dam, your monster feels incredible." "You know that’s what you want me to do." Brian stated as he raised his hips up off the bed, driving another couple of inches into Keith. Chad watches his stud's cock disappear inch by inch into Keith as he fingered his own ass. "Man, fuck him like you did me during your audition." He said to himself as he grabbed a large dildo, nearly the size of Brian and slowly inserted it into his ass. Keith worked his ass down more and more until nearly every inch of Brian was inside of him. "mmmmmmm that feels so hot." He began to ride up and down on the monster. The thick cock stimulated every inch of surface inside his ass. He quivered with erotic sensations with each stroke. "Ride it man." Brian urges Keith on. "Ride your bull hard." Chad was busy matching Keith. Pumping the dildo inside of him in rhythm to the cock fucking up deep inside Keith's ass, stroke for stroke. Keith began riding Brian harder and faster and Chad pumped the dildo harder and faster. Both men were getting closer and closer to climax. The hard, deep, penetrations were stimulating every nerve inside of them. Their juices were flowing, dripping out. "Yeah, fuck me!" They yelled almost at the same moment. Brian was getting closer to cumming too. "AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH" "Fuck me, with your monster." "Fuck yeah" Brian began bucking up into Keith again. Every muscle tense and straining, as his veins pumped and surged nutrients to his body, and his cock grew that last bit before release. "That’s it! My bulls got to breed again." Chad yelled out then wondered about using the bull concept in Brian's profile when he put the hot stud into production. "Oh, Fuck." Keith yelled, "I can't take it any more." He began shooting his load all over Brian's chest. Chad was shooting his load over the floor. Brain bellowed, "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK", as his load shot deep inside of Keith. He continued bucking hard into Keith, as he shot volley after volley into the hot moist ass enveloping his cock. Slowly they both began to recover. Keith was finally able to relax from the monster stretching his insides. Brian was still slightly euphoric from the release. He wiped a handful of the cum off his chest, put it in his mouth and swallowed Keith's cum. "mmmmm" He pulled Keith down toward him and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of the cum between them. They remained in each others arms for what seemed like an eternity to Chad. He began to get irritated that the two of them were enjoying each other so completely. "Fuck, I wish I were there instead of Keith. I'd make sure Brian was up and ready for action again by now." No sooner had Chad verbalized his desire when Keith started sliding down Brian’s body, kissing the muscles and lapping up his own cum along the way. Pausing briefly to suck and nibble Brian's nips before tonguing his way over the six pack abs. The arousal sensors were climbing rapidly on Chad's system showing Brian's response. Keith made his way down to the rapidly growing cock and quickly devoured it deeply into his mouth and down his throat. He loves to feel the power of a big cock as it grows inside him and stretches out his throat. The subservient desire for it to forcefully snake deeper into his throat choking him if need be. He loved his men to force cock control over him. Brian felt his cock enveloped by Keith inside his talented mouth. He wasn't sure what Keith had in mind this time, but it was obvious that Keith didn't want to let him go. He felt his cock restrained by the confines of Keith's mouth until it found the tunnel down his throat. The rhythmic pulling told him Keith was swallowing and sucking hard to draw it deeper inside. He watched his cock pushing Keith's tonsils out, causing a bulge in the man's throat. He didn't know how long Keith was going to keep him inside so deeply but it was obvious that he was running out of breath. Chad figured out Keith's plan before Brian had a clue. He knew the wild heightened pleasure of being forced to take a cock so deep and long that you became oxygen deprived. A totally different kind of sexual experience that only extreme bottoms enjoy. Brian struggled to pull out enough to allow Keith a breath of air. He stopped when he felt the warm air escaping pass over his sweat moistened abs. Then he heard the deep inhale of air and felt Keith pull him back inside. Chad figured if Keith wanted it rough, he'd get it rough. He quickly type in a command on the keyboard. "There, let's see how much he really enjoys it on the wild side." Brian felt the kick from the cockring once again making him grow larger. He knew it had to be Chad as neither he nor Keith had done anything to activate it. "Fuck yeah, now your really going to take the bull." Keith looked up at Brian. His eyes showed his shock and pleasure as Brian's cock grew thicker and longer inside his throat. "mmmmmmmppppfffff" "You need that bull cock to fuck your throat raw." Brian told Keith. "You really want me to force you to take more of it." Hearing this Chad knew that Brian had finally realized what Keith secretly desired. He smirked, "this is going to be fun". I was going to test Brian someday anyway. May as well be now with a willing man. He adjusted the setting and pressed the enter key again, this time forcing the cockring to take Brian up to the 110% size limit. "Enjoy it while you can, Keith. You won't be able to handle it for long." Brian's cock surged longer and thicker as he felt the cockring activate stronger than ever. His muscles surged as the blood pumped through his body. His skin tightened as the fibers grew larger, thicker and his energy built up. Once again he wondered if Chad was watching them somehow. Then he noticed the red light on the webcam. 'That's how', he thought. I'll give him something to really watch. Brian took full advantage of his increased size and drove his cock forcefully deep into Keith's tight throat. "Suck it man, eat my raging bull cock!" Keith's eyes opened wide; totally overwhelmed by the depth of the gigantic monster Brian drove into him. It was obvious that he didn't expect this and he was running out of breath. Brian tried to pull out as Keith tried to extract the invading monster. Just then Brian's load blasted forth, coating Keith's throat. The cock throbbing surges provided just enough give to allow partial extraction. Keith quickly gasped for air as the explosion of cum continued to spray deep into his throat. He didn't even have to swallow much, as there was no where else for it to go but down his throat. He struggled to get yet another breath and prevent choking on the thick creamy substance. Brain collapsed back on the bed, feeling totally relieved, exhausted and drained. His cock softened slowly as Keith continued to suck every last drop from inside of it. After a few more minutes, the two of them snuggled side by side in silence. They enjoyed the quiet tender side of each others company until it was time for Brian to leave. Chad was pleased with the results of the growth experiment on Brian. He easily handle another inch of cock growth, alas it wasn't permanent. He was still puzzled why every double event now caused body growth in addition to cock growth. What made some double events permanent, yet other times Brian reverted to his prior size. He didn't understand Brian and Keith's relationship or the live video, but hoped that it wouldn't be detrimental to his plans for Brian. His goal for Brian to become the ultimate alpha made him very protective of his stud. He witnessed the pleasure that Keith had enjoyed and decided to set up an event monitor in the system to let him know if Brian got aroused again while Keith was still in town. This was a great chance to study Brian and the body growth situation. Keith was still feeling the effects of his evening with Brian several days later. The competition was over and he knew that this afternoon was the last chance before his flight home. He was alone naked in the make shift warm up room working out on some of the equipment to take his mind off his yearning for cock. His pommel horse routine was a good distraction since it required his total concentration. He thought he caught sight of someone at the doorway, but they disappeared. He finished up, dismounted and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat off his face. Wrapping the towel about his waist, Keith started toward the door. Brian was in the shadows and totally enjoyed watching Keith work through the routine. His cock responded with a major erection which triggered Chad's system. Chad was already online and frantically began to search the location and for a camera. He was successful as the room was normally used as a storage area so had security cameras everywhere which he quickly activated. "That routine you were doing really showed good form and every muscle of your hot body." "What!" A startled Keith blushed over the compliment. "I thought I caught a glimpse of someone briefly." "I slipped in, but didn't want to disturb you. I love watching gymnasts perform and their bodies really turn me on." "Yeah, somehow I don't doubt that at all." They met at the edge of a large exercise mat. Keith casually groped the enormous bulge in Brian's worn cut-offs. Brian embraced him and pulled his face closer so he could kiss him deeply. "Man, I loved seeing your routine on the pommel horse." Keith undid the button on Brian's cut-offs and pulled down the zipper gaining access to the big hard cock. "The only horse routine I want to see is your cock pummeling deep into my ass again." "Where?" Brian questioned excitedly while looking about the room. "Here," Keith pulled Brian over the to uneven parallel bars He then performed a few moves, ending up with his knees hooked over the upper bar, his back resting on the lower bar and his arms hooked over it for support. He looked like he was in a modified sling with his ass totally in position for Brian. Brian pulled off his tank top and shorts, tossing them aside. He step right up to Keith’s manhole and, without any extra lube, mounted him completely in one smooth stroke. "aaaaahhhh, now that feels great." "Can you tell I was ready for you?" "Ready?, Any more ready and you'd have to wear a tampon to catch the runoff juices." Brian began to pummel in and out of Keith. "Enough of this banter and pommel horse crap." Chad said to himself as he pushed the enter button to submit the system command. "Let’s see if you really enjoy being pounded again by my stud bull." Just then Brian felt the cockring arousal signal and his cock started to grow harder and longer. "I've never been fucked in this position before. It really feels great." Keith was quickly getting close to climax until he felt the already massive intruder stretching him open wider. "Fuck, Brian, you're growing thicker inside of me again." Brian looked quickly around the room. Once again he was the telltale red lights of not one, but several live cameras. He figured Chad wanted another show and he was going to give it to him. He wondered why Chad was suddenly monitoring him so much. Could he be preparing him for whatever was the next step of his cockring torture, testing his limits, or just some deviant voyeur getting off watching him fucking Keith? "Stop! Hold it. Brian, take it easy a bit, will you?" Brian had been so distracted by thoughts of Chad that he didn't realize how roughly he'd been fucking Keith. "Sorry, guess I got carried away. Are you okay?" "I will be, just need you to slow down until I get opened up more. Man, you've no idea how deeply you're penetrating me." Jokingly, "You said you wanted to be pummeled by my horse. Just trying to oblige." It didn't take long for Keith to adjust and in no time the two were hard at it. Keith loved the feel of the horse dick deep inside of him. "Man, you could replace my dildo back home any day." "I'd love that job. Fucking you every time you turned around." "You would?" Chad shouted at the screen. "We'll just see about that." He began typing a command into the system, but before he could finish his computer started shutting down. The message on the screen flashed, 'Low Battery Hibernation in progress.' It locked him out of the system. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled at the screen. He had been working at the cafe earlier running on battery and forgot to plug in the power when he got back into the room. "Be fun to have a horse dick like you trained to serve my every need." Keith reached out and pinched one of Brian's nips fiercely. That was all it took. "Shit, aw fuck, aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Brian yelled at the top of his lungs as his load erupted deep into Keith. He continued to pummel him for as long as he could stand it. "neigh... nnnneeeiiiggghhh... that's horse talk for I love you Stud." Keith laughed. "Breeding you was my pleasure." Brian removed his slick, cum covered, horse dick from Keith as he dismounted the parallel bars. The two embraced and kissed as they cleaned up and got dressed. Brian had to get home for dinner and Keith took a cab to the airport. By the time Chad got his computer back up and logged into the system, no one was in the warm up room. When he checked Brian's system information it showed no sign of arousal. He checked the GPS which show he was heading home. Chad was so frustrated that he missed his chance to make Keith really feel Brian's size deep up inside his tight ass.

For everyone to read, but dedicated to all the U.S. folks on here. Happy Independence Day. - Frank Force of July by F_R_Eaky "...Aaaaaand give me three, no four of the spinners as well please." "Geeez-o-meeo, Aiden. You think you have enough fireworks. I mean seriously, I think you've blown a pay check." "No, not really." "And your total comes to two-hundred and fifty three dollars right on the dot, sir." "Oh my god! Aiden! You did! You just blew like a freakin' paycheck!" Aiden turned a glance towards his new boyfriend, Mason and stared into his bright green eyes. He was slightly tall at six-foot one inch, had something a little beefier than a swimmers build, long chestnut brown hair, two day beard and mustache, and hair that feathered nicely across the entirety of his chest, but then funneled down into a nice trail straight down the middle of his abs and to his.... Aiden smiled at Mason with a twinkle in his eye, and handed him a couple of the bags of fireworks he bought. "The amount is about the same, yes, but I didn't blow a paycheck. Tips, birthday, and Christmas money is where this all came from. I do this every year, save up so I can buy a lot of fireworks to shoot of in the back yard. I will admit however...I bought quite a few extra because I'm pissed right now." Mason laughed lightly at Aiden as Aiden picked up a couple of bags and then let the firework sales men help carry the rest. Aiden had a little bit of trouble with his bags as he wasn't quite so agile and strong as his boyfriend. He stood all of five four, maybe a hundred pounds on a good day sopping wet. He had strawberry blond hair, and ice blue eyes, and the start of goatee that looked more like a bad costume piece for a Chinese mustache. He was thin and scrawny, but carried himself as best as he could. The bags loaded the two young men got into the truck and proceeded on their way home. They talked briefly about what pissed Aiden off so much. They had spread out a blanket at the River's Edge Park to have a picnic and watch the pre-eve pre-show of fireworks on that July third. They were just sitting and talking, not even holding hands or sitting side by side, when some local made a comment about how gross they were. Mason semi smarted off to the guy and discovered quickly, it wasn't your average man. He was six feet six inches tall and built like an offensive lineman in the National Football League. He and his buddies soon, made a big spiel about the two and then proceeded to throw Aiden and Mason out of the park, mainly because there wasn't a police officer there who thought he could take the brute down without having to draw a gun and nobody really wanted that on a holiday weekend. The couple simply packed up their things and left, with Mason telling Aiden they could swing by a fireworks tent on the way home to make their own display to help cheer them up. The two also talked about their fetish. It's what brought the two together. They both like muscle. Well they like big guys....REALLY big guys. The taller, the beefier, the more hung, the better. They met on a chat and had been seeing each other for a number of years having whack off parties - pretending they were growing into giant mass brutes. Of course realizing it was all in the realm of fantasy and that the odds of them finding or turning into something like that were practically zero, they had started to date people for what they worth on the inside, and decided that each other was really good company, especially since they shared that fetish. "You know, Aid....you've got enough there for two nights. Why don't you relax and release some tension by shooting off some of the fireworks tonight. I'll make dinner in the kitchen and I can see them go off through the window, then we can have dinner, and then I'll put on our favorite compilation movie, the one with Lou Ferrigno as Hercules being made to grow into a giant and then grow into universal size. Hey, if you like, I can even put the picnic stuff away in the fridge, and grill some t-bones for dinner instead. How 'bout it?" Aiden thought for a minute and then smirked. "That....that sounds like a great idea. We can pretend we've grown so huge if we flick our big toe it sends that fucking bully flying into the next state!" "Now we're talkin'!" When they got home Aiden went out back and set up some of the bags of fireworks while Mason went in, packed up the picnic lunch, and then began on dinner. When he knew he didn't have to turn away every five seconds from the window, Mason signaled Aiden by flashing the kitchen lights off and on. It was a nice plot of land they lived on, out in the country and inherited from Aiden's father. It was illegal to actually shoot of fireworks in this state, but being out in the country so deep in the sticks, the neighbors either did the illegal activities with you, enjoyed them, or were too far away to know you did them. After making sure he had a couple of buckets of water, a fire extinguisher, and having wet the grass and trees in a good circle, Aiden pulled out a couple of bags of fireworks. Deciding to keep it somewhat an air of surprise, Aiden didn't hunt and search through the bags for the fireworks, he simply stuck his hand in the bag without looking and pulled them out. His first blind rummage through the bag, he pulled out a Roman Candle. "I love these." Aiden thought to himself. "We used to have wars with these when I was kid." Aiden lit the fuse and then stood pointing the way towards a lake so the balls that would come out would fly into the water and not set anything a blaze. This Roman Candle firework proved a bit different and interesting at first. Normally the fuse is lit, it burns down, and then suddenly FOOMP FOOMP FOOMP! Several balls of various colors come flying out one end of the "candle." This time, however, after the fuse burnt down there erupted a small cone of sparkles the fizzed and burned a bit. "AAAAH-HOOO!" Aiden uttered loudly. Suddenly for no explainable reason, Aiden was getting an erection. His small dick, grew hard as the cone of sparks fizzed, until he was at his maximum length of four inches. Aiden began to sweat a bit, and his breathing became a little rapid. Fear was gripping him slightly as he wondered what on earth was triggering his erection. He didn't have any time to think about it thought. FOOMP! - "AUUUUGH!" A ball shot out of the candle and Aiden's dick lurched forward, about an inch, and stayed there. FOOMP! - OOOH! FOOOMP! - AAUUGH! FOOMP! -HUUUUUUH! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOOMP! AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRGH OOOH! huh huh huh huh huh.... Shaking, Aiden dropped the now spent Roman Candle to the ground and stumbled backwards. He was now in a tremendous amount of pain, his dick being caught up in the fabric and waist band of his shorts and underwear. The tent was enormous, but still was bending his cock somewhat. Had there been enough room the tent would've been obscene, looking like part of a real pitched tent. Fumbling he collapsed on his back on the hillside and trembly attempted to get his shorts unzipped and button undone. SPROING! Once accomplished, his dick just shot out and pushed down the waist band of his underwear. Grabbing it with both hands, Aiden was astonished by its girth and length. It looked as long as a ruler to him and slightly less thick than a Pringle's can. Aiden wondered what he was going to...what Mason would do? "Hey, buddy" Mason shouted out from the kitchen window, unable to see Aiden from his point of view. "Is that all you're gonna shoot off?" "N..N..N...NNNO!" stammered Aiden. "Just... j j..just looking round!" Not wanting to alarm Mason, and in somewhat of a shock over his member's growth, Aiden on automatic pilot reached in a grabbed another firework. He lit it, and then stepped back to watch it go off. He looked down and stared at it as the fuse burn down. The name of this firework was, "Great Balls of Fire!" PUFF! PUFFPUFFPUFF! PUFF! PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Aiden doubled over like he was just kicked in the nuts, and his balls were swelling like that had just happened and been done by a mule. As the colorful balls of light erupted out of their base in pretty fountain formation, Aiden's balls began swell larger and larger, thicker, heavier, hanging a little bit lower, although still high and tightly packed. Between the racks of pain as they grew, he could feel something like liquid churning inside of them, more and more, until he was pretty sure, that like when one drinks too much water and can feel it sloshing around one's stomach as they walk, he would be able to feel this liquid sloshing around in his balls when he walked. Trying to get up, Aiden moaned and cried in ecstasy. His cock and balls were so big they pulled on his groin and activated his libido like nothing else ever cook, and walking caused his legs to brush and caress his balls and make his dick flop from side to side. He swore the act of walking alone was going to make him cum and cum hard. Painting he dropped to his knees and began to crawl over towards the bags, although this just caused him to nearly get an erection his dick sliding across the cool, soft grass. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a connected set of tubes that read, "BIGFOOT" and lit it. It took a while for the fuse to burn in and then.... FFFFFFFFFFFT! ..... .......BOOOM! "AAAAAAAAAAASHIT!" FFFFFT! FFFFFT! BOOM! BOOM! "OH GAWD!" FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! There were some sparks of light, but the main thing here was the sound. Deep rich, base like explosions that one could feel seconds later as the shock wave hit one. The effect when several went off sounded like a giant man was walking across the ground. With each boom Aiden pulled his arms and legs in because of the excruciating pain his hands and feet were in. Each boom they pulsed longer....and thicker....meatier .... and stronger. Each boom his hands reached farther. Each boom his feet felt more and more cramped in his size 6 shoes. Eventually with each boom he heard the sound of stitching popping or fabric coming undone. And then it stopped.... Twitching like crazy, Aiden held up his hands and looked at his feet. He didn't have clown feet compared to his body, but they were close. They had grown big enough to make it look like Aiden had done a lot of work outs, lifting, and running. Grown just large enough for folks to notice he had some big feet for such a short guy. Likewise his hands too were big and massive paws at the end of his arms. Tripping and falling over his feet, he made his way back to the bag and grasped for another firework. This one looked like a telescope that one set down on the large glass end. Aiden wondered about this one as it looked like there were several rings of tubes inside the largest one. He didn't know whether he should light it. He didn't want to worry Mason, but then again, what else was going to happen to him? What would Mason say to all of this? Lighting the fuse, Aiden stumbled backwards a bit, stood and looked down at what was about to go off - the firework, High Tower. It whistled. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! and then shot ball into the air. "WAAAAAAAH!" Aiden shot into the air also. On the last foom part of the tubes rose up, then it whistled and shot off a ball again. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! "AAAAUUOOOOH!" Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! The tower rose higher, the tubes got smaller, but Aiden... Aiden got taller.... and taller.... his feet, hands, dick and balls growing in proportion with him. He rose and quivered, his eyesight rising higher than it was. His feet burst out of the remains of his shoes. His shirt shrunk on him splitting into pieces that just barely clung on his arms, his neck, the hem around his abs and waist, while his shorts' top rode down his waist line and the hem rose up his thighs, until it nearly looked like he was wearing denim Speedos, with his cock and balls hanging out. Aiden was sick to his stomach. His mind was reeling over what had just happened to him. He stumbled and wobbled his way over to the truck which his newly gigantic, spindly legs. He went to brace himself up by placing a hand on the hood and nearly feel forward, it was too steep of a drown to reach down! Standing shakily he looked down at the pickup truck....DOWN AT IT. The top of the truck came like to the top of his abs. "WUUUUUUUUUUUUUH AAAHHHH HUUUUUUUUUUH!" Aiden puked behind the tail gate. Then standing up to do something he turned and stumbled down the hill, to collapse by the bags again. His mind was spinning, his heart was racing. Aiden in fear thought to himself, "This is it. I'm going to die. Might as well have my last vision be something pretty." Grasping in the bag, his massive hand finally grabbed a hold of something and he pulled it out. It was an odd shaped firework, like a tube on a connective stand, and that tube had these twisty parts on the sides like wings or something. Aiden placed the base of this above his head, as far as his arms would reach, and lit the wick. This firework was "the Blond Bomber" and it suddenly shot straight up in a spiral fashion sending out beautiful sparks of golden light everywhere. There was a loud POP! and suddenly there was a soldier in the air gliding down on a parachute and all around him the firework shot out balls of golden light so one could see him until he landed on the ground. "Ooooohhh hooo hooo hoo hoohooohhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Aiden began to feel a tickle, like a trickle of water being poured over his head. His hair began to grow out, longer, thicker, shinier, into a brilliant mane of honey colored shoulder length hair. His jaw line and upper lip began to itch and soon it was covered in a two to three day growth of hair, matching the golden hue of his head hair. Then Aiden began to run his hands all up and down his abs and over his chest, across his arms, and then rub his feet along his legs, as little by little golden hair began to appear across his chest, all of his abs, his legs, and his arms. It came in light at first, then slightly thick and feathery. Enough one knew this was man before one, but not so thick one could no longer see muscle separation or definition if present. Feeling refreshed by that last firework, Aiden dove once more into a bag and pulled out a multi-tubed monstrosity which was titled, "Mass of Power!" Lighting the wick, Aiden stepped backwards, a smile and a laugh on his lips. ... ... ... FOOM! KERBOOM! "WHUAH!" Aiden's ankles suddenly thicken, and his calves each blew up and out and out and out, filling with veins of rushing blood and muscle inflating into enormous proportions. It just swelled like a water balloon until it was going to burst, and then suddenly shrunk back down just a bit and became defined and carved into a thick heart shaped diamond of muscle. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his thighs blew up... pops and rips and "plooomps" here and there as each and every tear drop in front of the thigh blew up and shaped became hard and dense looking like cut stone pendulums. This was followed by the biceps of his thigh, the back side mounding and growing, pulling on the hamstring which grew thicker and tautter, tighter and fuller. More and more Aiden's calves and thighs expanded until he had no choice but to walk with a side kick gate. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Suddenly Aiden was standing and squatting and standing and squatting like he was doing squat thrusts, performing weighted squats, or attempting to take a large dump. His ass began to spread out, to round and firm up, to bubble out with power more and more, two glutes that looked solid marble balls that only the world's strongest men could heft and lift. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Grabbing a hold of his waist and bending forward and side to side as if he were performing exercises or a line dance, Aiden's waist shrunk and abs and obliques rolled and tensed becoming sharper, harder, fuller, clearly cut and defined, until his whole lower torso looked like small two brick rowed walkway surrounded by a wall of bricks in a herringbone pattern. There was little down if one took a brick of cobblestone and smashed against Aiden's lower torso, the cobblestone would be pummeled to dust. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's arms suddenly leapt up as if tossed as his lats, back, shoulders, traps and neck grew thicker. A jolt and again they got wider. A squirm and once more they got bigger. Larger, thicker, harder, wider, mounding, thicker, bigger, massive, his lats just kept spreading out and out and out. His back and shoulders kept growing and mounding, bulging and inflating. The shape of his back and lats with shoulder width was like a "V'....and then like a upside down Christmas Tree....then like "W".... then like a margarita glass, finally like a curly bracket, so wide so thick almost all the way down and then suddenly the tightest of tapers. Mean while his traps and neck fought each other for room, neither one of them giving in. The traps rising and mounding higher and higher until they told the ears to "get the fuck out the way" while his neck just ballooned into this massive column of granite that held his head up high. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's chest then jutted out...and jutted more....oozing....spreading.....rounding....mounding....barreling.... out more and more, further and father, getting thicker, harder, denser, wider, becoming so thick and so full, the nips began a downward journey from resting on top in the middle to resting on the bottom and pointing down. The plates of his chest growing so huge and massive, it pushed his chin up and held it high, it joined the lats in pushing his arms out to his side. It obscured anything from his abs on down out of his line of vision. The felt so big...so meaty...so heavy....he was certain he could find a wrought iron pipe, place it between his pecs and with a simple flex, crush it! FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his arms extended out and they began to plump and swell, inflate and grow, the biceps growing larger and larger, like baseball, a football, a soccer ball, a bowling ball, a split mound of mountain! The triceps started getting thicker and fuller as well, inflating into that horseshoe shape that just pushed out the back parts of sleeves and rips them to shreds. And then his wrists and forearms thickened and bunched, crunched and grew...grew...GREEEEEW until Popeye himself would be ashamed of his size, and the whole of the forearm looked like a gigantic turkey leg. Remember the old movies where Hercules could place a walnut or some other nut of some kind between his the crook of his forearm and bicep and with a single flex crack that nut open? With a single flex, Aiden could bend a nut off of a nut and bolt! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT! .... .... .... .... KA-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The last boom was so loud, Aiden thought in his head that surely the military will now be called out here to investigate, but that was the only thought he had time for. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGNNMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Snapping his head back, arching his back, and flinging his arms back, Aiden let out a roar as his muscles, all of them, at the same time began to bunch and roll, contract and inflate once more. Increasing in size, density, definition, striations, strength and power. All the while his veins began to pop up all over his body, with a full blood pump, feeding his muscles and causing them to grow once more. Mr. Olympia....Lobo....Bane....Jaggernaught....the Hulk.....the Hulk times two... When it was done, Aiden collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily, sweat streaming off of him, and even on this hot summer evening, steam rising off his body. "Aiden! Aiden! Are you okay... I heard this really loud boom and then a scream from some man did that fucker follow us....oh....my.....god...." Mason wasn't sure what to do....if this was an intruder he could take him down himself, that's for sure. The sheer size of this behemoth though, made him cream his pants at the sight of him. And then.... then the creature, man...stood up and walked over to him. This man was so tall...Mason only came midway up the man's massively broad and thick chest! Then the man bent forward and looked down at Mason, and Mason could see his eyes....his ice....blue.....eyes.... "Oh my God..." whispered Mason dryly. "Aiden? Is that you?" "Yes, Mason. It's me." and Aiden picked Mason up, one handed, and kissed him full on the lips. Mason nearly fainted away, but managed to recover and sputter. "D...dd...ddinnner will be ready in about ten minutes.... I put two t-bone steaks on the grill...." Smiling, Aiden set Mason down, then reached into a bag and pulled out another collection of firework tubes connected as one unit labeled, "the Gemini Effect." "Hmmmmmmmm. I think you better put six more on. We're going to need it. We'll also need to repack and double pack our picnic dinner. I think we'll have no problems staying at the park for the fireworks finale tomorrow night." And Aiden lit the fuse.

Dr. Colby Raines is an inventor that has developed some very important treatments for a lot of sick people. He has even been nominated for some major medical awards, even though he never won them. He is well-known for having a brilliant mind. Despite this expertise in the medical field though, deep down he has always had a longing for a different kind of achievement. His interest in muscle growth led him to start work on a new chemical designed to turn weaklings into crazy huge studs. He has always had great sponsors for his breakthroughs, but many decided to pass on this new project. He has to dig into his monetary donations from his donors for his research. He doesn’t use lab mice, but rather small cats because he knows he can save them from being put down at the local pounds. He learned that he has less difficulty dealing with cats and can see their development a little better. The chemical he is developing is a blue powder that is ingested using only a spoon. With the cats however, it isn't as easy to get it into their bodies so he has to mix it in with their canned food. For this chemical, he went searching for hairless cats that are slightly malnourished. He found one and brought it into the lab to put into a steel cage. He sprinkles a little bit of the powder into the cat food and feeds it to the cat. The hungry cat gobbles down the food and doesn't even notice that the chemical is inside. He never expected an immediate reaction, so he decides to leave the cat alone so it can sleep it off. When he goes in the next day, he is stunned to see the huge changes the cat has experienced. Its sinewy body is now full of enormous muscles and the cage appears to be suffocating it to death as it gasps for air. He decides to release it into the lab to study its behavior. It immediately starts roaring and goes straight for the door. Raines is amazed as the giant cat plows through the steel door and leaves a huge hole. It is at this point that he realizes he can go a step further and find a willing human subject. He places an ad out in the media looking for a skinny male in need of some quick cash and a place to stay while taking the tests. After screening several candidates, he chooses a 20 year old college student who has been living in a rundown apartment fairly close to the lab. He meets Raines at the lab a week after being interviewed and says that he is grateful to be involved in something so cool. He tells Raines that he is a runner and his metabolism is quite high so food rarely puts any weight on him at all. He is shown around the lab and points directly at the chemical located in a bowl on one of your lab counters. He walks up to it and remarks about the blue color. Raines says that he has never developed a chemical in that shade before and just decided to do so with this one to be different. The young guy, Gavin, takes a little pinch of it and sticks it on his tongue. The two men both laugh when they look in the mirror and see his blue tongue sticking out. Raines proceeds to show the man where he will be staying inside the facility. His room is located very close to where he will be tested for the chemical. The doctor notices that instead of him being nervous, the young man is excited because he wants to experience something unique in his life. Raines cautions him that this is quite dangerous, but the man seems rearing to go with the project. He is given a spoonful of the chemical and told to take it with the bottle of water sitting on the table with the chemical. He takes it and pours the contents into the bottle and shakes it up to get it as mixed as possible. It turns the water into a crystal blue colored hue and he drinks the entire bottle. Raines tells him to go lie down now in the relaxation chamber located on the other side of the lab. Gavin retrieves his E-reader and takes it in with him to read some of the books he stored in it before he came over. Within the first 15 minutes, the doctor notices the man getting quite sweaty. The man motions for Raines to come in and monitor his heartbeat. The beats are moving so fast that he loses track of them, but he expected an extreme reaction anyway. He decides to leave him alone for awhile, but will return to monitor him. Gavin decides to start reading again while the doctor goes back to making his notes. When Raines turns to look at the young man, he is floored that the once Caucasian man is beginning to see his skin change to an olive color. The shape of his face is getting rounder and his eyes are changing from green to hazel. He documents these changes as well as his body transformation. His slender ectomorph body is rapidly changing to a mesomorph. He hears Gavin’s bones cracking and reforming seemingly making room for some kind of dramatic growth. It stops finally after probably twenty minutes with practically a brand new man in the chamber. The darker looking young man seems to have no idea of his amazing changes as he stares at the doctor with curiosity. Raines finally opens the chamber door to go inside to check on him. Gavin’s cluelessness of the situation makes the doctor think that it changes the brain to the point that it is unaware of any physical transformations. The olive stud went into the chamber wearing just his underwear and is now straining those with his obviously larger crotch. He still seems pretty docile and wonders what is next. Raines decides that he will give him a bigger dose of the chemical tomorrow to see if the growth will continue. Gavin’s eyes get larger as he smiles and nods in anticipation. The doctor tells him to get some sleep and he will see him in the morning. The second day comes around and Raines gives the young stud a bigger water bottle with the blue powder. Gavin chugs it down and immediately the growth starts. This second time though, the man’s personality changes and he gets more volatile. He is getting considerably taller and his body is growing wildly. He threatens to break out of the chamber if Raines doesn't give him any more. He manages to hide a little bit of the chemical away from Gavin and gives him the rest. The irritable man pours the chemical down his throat and growls as he feels himself growing again. This turns out to be the biggest mistake the doctor could make because the man’s power is getting astronomical. He grows so rapidly that the chamber begins to buckle and the man’s size makes the metal give way. Raines runs into the next room to escape but he hears Gavin’s heavy feet coming for him. The massive man catches the doctor, turns him around to give him an evil smile, and attempts to do something that he may not want to be a part of. Before Raines can leave the basement of the medical facility, Gavin pins him against the wall and pushes his weight against the doctor making him submit to the hulk. He starts to bate him trying to find out what happened to the rest of the chemical. He starts to search Raines and finally plunges his huge hand into the doctor’s pocket and pulls it out. The seven foot, 400 pound behemoth then forces his tongue into Raines’s mouth and makes him give in. He tries to resist, but the hulking brute threatens violence if he does. He takes the container and opens it up. He releases his lips from the doctor’s long enough to pours the remainder of the blue chemical on to Raines’s tongue. He tries to spit it out, but Gavin grabs his cock and promises that he will rip it off if he decides to do 'something foolish'. He closes the doctor’s mouth with his huge hands and makes him go to a water fountain close by. He tells you to drink the water and swallow the concoction. Raines attempts to spit out the powder, but Gavin wraps his massive arms around his waist and starts to squeeze making his back start popping. He is having a hard time breathing and realizes that he may be killed by the huge man. The hulk takes one of his arms and puts it over the doctor’s mouth to make him swallow it. Then he falls on the ground with Raines in his arms still and holds him tightly to keep him restrained. The doctor realizes at that moment that this man had a deep desire to be crazy big and was willing to do whatever it took to get there. Gavin starts to whisper in his ear how he won't regret this and that he should have taken the chemical when he first developed it. After about an hour of sitting in that spot, Raines feels himself starting to sweat profusely which makes Gavin put his left hand in the doctor’s pants to stroke him. He writhes trying to make him stop, but he can't move. It seems that the massive brute is trying to relax him so he will give in to the change, but he won't do it. He decides to let go of the doctor who immediately runs for the basement door. He manages to stop Raines before he gets them and pushes him away from the handle. He bends the metal on the door frame and prevents him from getting out. He taunts Raines and tells him that it is too late and he has no choice but to give in inner desires. He goes to get some food out of the kitchen and leaves him by himself. The doctor attempts to bend the metal back to where it was, but it is way too thick. His body is not strong enough to do anything about it. Gavin peers out the corner of the kitchen and starts laughing at him. He grabs Raines’s arms and puts them behind him back before dragging him into a sleeping area. He closes the door behind him and sits directly in front of it. He tells the doctor to come over and service him to take his mind off of the stress he is experiencing. Raines refuses and tells him to 'go fuck himself'. He laughs and says that in an hour or two, he won't even remember saying that. After pacing the sleep area for an hour now, the doctor goes to lie on a bed and feels his breathing getting heavier. Gavin starts jacking off because he senses the changes coming for him. He tells him to start growing already as Raines yells back that it will never happen. He laughs again and says that he can't stop it. The pain is becoming quite unbearable now as the doctor feels his back cracking and his height pushing him further down the bed. His lab coat is now filling up with new muscles. He can feel the chemical flowing through his entire body now. Gavin laughs as he sees the doctor’s arms shredding his sleeves revealing a new skin color and thickening body hair. His eyes have turned from green to blue also. He moans as his personality changes to a more aggressive nature. The massive hulk is cumming as he watches the puny doctor becoming a bigger and more dominant one. Raines’s growing chest is popping the buttons on his coat revealing massive brown pecs and wide chocolate abs. His back and shoulders are ripping the whole back of it to shreds. His pants are fraying under the gargantuan mass of his legs. The doctor’s small cock is exploding in size as his DNA dramatically changes. It grows so much that it busts through the top of his pants and causes them to rip all the way down to his calves. Gavin jumps to his feet to go service the huge doctor. Raines’s mammoth foot long is waiting to be serviced as Gavin tastes the sweetness of his reborn cock as he forces him down on it. At this point, the doctor has completely changed his skin color and demands to be worshipped while he fucks Gavin. The young behemoth is so turned on by this that he squirts a huge jet of cum onto his master’s newly formed chest. The two huge hulks end up fucking each other back and forth several times pumping their seed into each other before they finally pass out from the exhaustion.

First Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1131-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-one/ Previous Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1757-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-seven/ CHAPTER EIGHT Carlos crouched on all fours on a bed at the center of an old but otherwise empty warehouse, sweat streaming from his massively muscled body onto a plastic sheet. I stood behind him and repeatedly slammed my 18-inch cock into his ass to the hilt. My orange-sized testicles slapped against his balls and cock with each thrust. The god fucked his biggest slave and found it good. He had been released from the hospital after a miraculous recovery and I spent the last week patiently stretching his hole and training him to take my massive rod, which naturally had grown larger along with the rest of me. Although he lost a lot of blood and passed out several times during the first few days, he was adapting well. His endurance was improving rapidly. This session, as well as my orgasm, had lasted for hours. I had been coming continuously the entire time and the bed was surrounded by a vast pool of sweat and cum. The bed and I were spot lit from above so that I could watch the great length of my immensely fat cock slide in and out of his hole, stretching it out, using it for its only purpose – pleasing me. My largest slave no longer ate or drank, shit or pissed. His only input was my cum, his only output was his sweat and cum. His only purpose was to worship and service me. Nothing else satisfied him. At the head of the bed was a ten-foot mirror so that we could both see the fantastic musculature of my godly seven-foot, 800-pound body as I fucked him. The mirror also allowed me to see his eyes in this position. Other mirrors were positioned to our left and right so that I could watch myself plow him from the side, admiring the incredible vertical thickness of my cock as it slid in and out of his ass, or more accurately, my hole. One advantage to keeping him in this position was that he could not beat his own meat. He was forced to wait until I triggered his orgasm – and for the past hour, the desperate look in his eyes, the pained expression on his face, told me that he needed to come. Although I could fuck him endlessly, I also missed feeling him against me. I decided it was time. “You look ready,” I said. “Please, Master, let me release,” he blurted out between gasps for air. I took my eyes off of him and looked up at my reflection. Immediately my orgasm increased in power and intensity, as it always did when I saw myself. My ever-increasing hyper-masculinity and mass were overwhelming even to me and I felt my cock surge in size, causing my slave to yelp. I continued thrusting, plowing, using his hole as it needed to be used, smiling with satisfaction as he strained to endure my ever-growing cock, and lifted my tremendous arms up into a double biceps pose. I watched his jaw drop in awe. “You may,” I said. Immediately, his immensely powerful ass clamped down on my throbbing cock and he came, screaming from the power of his orgasm, so intense that it crossed over into pain, even as his eyes remained riveted to my impossibly thick arms and shoulders. The combination of pressure from his sphincter and the flood of cum from my cock forced him forward and he fell flat on the mattress, which left my cum cannon spasming in space, my hips still bucking, firing my jism against the mirror until it shattered and I brought my magnificent tool to my lips to allow it to finish draining in my mouth, my eyes closed in ecstasy, my mind swimming with the limitless pleasure that my world provided. I opened my eyes. I found myself in my apartment, squeezed into my chair with my lips stretched around the head of my cock. Hank was standing in front of me, surrounded by a pool of cum. I released my cock and sat up straight. He looked good. Pumped. I was reminded of his effortless masculinity, supersized and beautiful. He must have just come from the gym. “That was some dream,” he said. I was confused. I looked at him but didn’t speak. It certainly hadn’t felt like a dream. “Hey, I just stopped by to remind you of somethin’.” He squatted down so that our eyes were on the same level. I looked into his eyes. They seemed strange, dark. “What?” I finally said. “Why.” My brow furrowed. “Why what?” “Why,” he repeated. “I’m here to remind you why.” “Hank, what in the hell are you talking about?” “Jamal. You know why,” he said. “Okay, I need you to relax your mind. Look at me. Look into my eyes.” He wasn’t making sense, but this was Hank. I trusted him with my soul. He had to know something that I didn’t, so I looked into his eyes. They were strange. Cloudy. You know. His lips didn’t move, but I could hear him in my head. Clearly. You know that the world is spinning out of control. You know what is wrong. You know what must be done. You know that you are the only one who can do it. His eyes grew darker and larger until they were great, black saucers and still they grew, pulling me in, closer and closer until I could see something inside them, thousands – no, millions of points of light. Soon they encompassed the entire room and I found myself floating in space, surrounded by nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom. There was almost no heat, it was just above absolute zero, but I wasn’t cold. My skin was caressed by the radiation of countless distant stars. I had no desire or need to breathe. What do you want more than all else? To fuck. I just want to fuck. Wrong. I felt myself falling backward and opened my eyes, shocked to find myself still in bed. The light from the window, the noise from the street told me that it was morning and Hank was beside me, stirring. The sensation of falling persisted and I bolted upright. “Sh... sh...” I tried to speak but had no air in my lungs. I inhaled deeply. “SHIT!” I said in an unfamiliar, deep voice. “What the hell?” I heard Hank say. I focused. Hank, I, the bed were all drenched in cum. I felt my ball sack and discovered jumper cables clamped to my testicles. Alligator clips were clamped to my nipples with wires attached as well. “What the fuck?” There was that voice again – deeper, more powerful, but I was certain I was losing my mind. I franticly looked around the room to find something to anchor myself mentally to prove I wasn’t still dreaming. Matt was standing against the wall again, only this time he was naked and erect. Even that was strange. I looked at him. “Am I insane?” “Not unless all three of us are,” he said. Hank was sitting up next to me now. “Did you have the same dream I did?” He said to me. “Wait,” I said. “One thing at a time. What is this shit attached to m...” I looked at Matt, exasperated. My lips were moving again but nothing was coming out. I had no air in my lungs. “Inhale.” I heard Matt say, but what I wanted to do was scream. Every time I felt like I was in control again, I wasn’t. “You stopped breathing last night,” he said. “I couldn’t wake you, but your pulse remained steady.” He shrugged. “I don’t think you need to breath anymore. Except to speak, apparently.” Matt seemed so casual about it, but what I wanted to know now was why he was standing against the wall with an erection. He looked so hot and sexy and I really wanted him next to me. I took a breath. “What are you doing over there anyway?” “I was looking at you and masturbating, okay? You are a god, you know. A fucking off-the-charts gorgeous insanely massive hairy muscle-fuck god,” Matt said. “Remember when I said you were my fantasy man? Well, multiply that by a factor of ... oh ... a billion now. You’re so impossibly beautiful and masculine and magnificent that it hurts to look at you because my brain can’t even process it properly!” I closed my eyes. It was all too much. I tried to clear my mind and focus. “Can I say somethin’?” Hank ventured. “No!” I said. “Let me deal with this.” I paused and opened my eyes again. One thing at a time. “Okay, the jumper cables and clips. Explain. Hank.” “I hooked you up last night after you fell asleep,” he said. “I wanted to make you bigger. It worked.” I tried to sigh but couldn’t. I was out of air again. I had to admit it was very hot – closing a circuit between my balls and pecs – but I rolled my eyes and took a breath. “I appreciate the enthusiasm but let me have what little control I have over what’s happening to me.” “You the boss,” he said. I nodded my head and stood up. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Hank was right. I was bigger. Matt gawked at me and fell to the floor, first landing on his hands and knees. Even as cum spurted out of his cock, he passed out. I immediately turned to Hank, who was staring at me. “Don’t you dare pass out on me,” I said. “Will you at least admit to bein’ a god now?” He asked quietly. Either his eyes were watering or he was crying. I couldn’t tell which. “You’re not human anymore, Jamal.” I ignored his comment for the moment, unable to process it. If I’m not human, what am I? “You mentioned something earlier about a dream,” I said as I walked over to check Matt. He seemed fine and I lifted and put him on the bed. “Yeah, I remember a dream. We were here. You were in your chair and I was standin’ in a lake of your cum. I was tellin’ you... Tellin’ you that you know why you’re here. Why you’re changin’, becomin’ a god.” “We had the exact same dream,” I said, filled with wonder. “We shared a dream.” It was impossible, but just one of many impossible events over the past few days. “Yeah,” he said. “And you told me that – ” “That I didn’t know why,” I interrupted as I squatted down next to Matt. “I know it’s happening and I know everyone is desperate to worship me, but I can’t say why.” I began kissing on him, from his firm, perfectly shaped pecs down to his tight, defined abs. “Yeah you do! We talked about it last night, man.” I looked up at Hank. “What, that I’m supposed to save the world?” “Yeah.” “Ridiculous,” I said. “Come on, man. If you had one wish, what would it be?” “I’d wish that ... okay. I just want everyone to get along – give each other a fair shake instead of being self-centered assholes. I bet most of our problems would vanish if people would stop believing things with no real evidence and put themselves in their supposed enemy’s shoes.” “YES!” Hank said. “Exactly! You can make people do just that.” “How? Everyone just wants to worship me. How does that save the world?” Hank rolled his eyes. “You ain’t seein’ the big picture here.” “Anyway, I thought Jesus was supposed to save the world.” I said. “That ‘Savior’ stuff and all that?” “That ‘Savior’ stuff is mythological bullshit,” Matt said from my side, startling me. I wondered how long he had been listening. “You know that the nature of Jesus was hotly debated for centuries, right? What we call the New Testament is just the winners compiling the history book. The real Jesus has been dead for two thousand years. There is no God. If there was, everything wouldn’t be so fucked up.” I looked at Matt, surprised at the intensity in his voice. “Don’t Christians say that we brought suffering on ourselves because we disobeyed God?” “Yeah, that’s the excuse they made up early on, but I’m not superstitious so I don’t buy it.” He sat up on the bed but didn’t look at me. “Anyway, that wouldn’t justify the tens of millions of animals that suffer and die year after year as we torture them to death in countless experiments and factory farms.” He jumped up and strode across to the door before spinning around. “What did they do to deserve that? What kind of god would allow that? Tell me.” His face burned red, his breathing was heavy. This was obviously a hot button topic for him. Hank suddenly looked cross. “Hey, are you callin’ me superstitious for believin’ in God?” Matt sighed impatiently. “Well, yeah, I guess I am. Believing in God is believing in the supernatural and believing in the supernatural is believing in superstition.” I looked at Hank, who still appeared upset. “Chill, Hank,” I said. “He’s just saying his two cents. Besides, you already know I’m agnostic.” “Ugh,” Hank said. “You godless liberals disgust me.” I rolled my eyes. Even though I knew he was being sarcastic, he sounded exactly like his uncle. Matt turned to Hank with eyebrow raised. “Don’t make me come over there and kick yo’ superstitious ass, Meathead.” That made Hank laugh. “I’ll snap you like a twig, girly man.” “Well, see if this girly man fucks you again,” Matt said. Hank suddenly appeared very worried and sat up straight, as if to demonstrate that he was now on his best behavior. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he said so rapidly that I started laughing. “What were we talkin’ about again?” “Animal torture,” Matt said. The intensity of Matt’s compassion for the innocent impressed me. For the first time, I felt as if I had met someone who not only understood me, but understood me at a deep and fundamental level. I realized I could fall in love with him so easily. “I’m sorry, Matt. I wish I could do something.” “Don’t wish,” he said. “You can do something. Jamal, who’s going to stop you?” He paused for a moment, staring at me, but not losing focus. “You know, I think Hank is right,” he said finally. “About the saving the world thing?” “Yeah, about that,” he said, nodding. I stood up and walked over to him. “My sweet, sexy boy,” I said. I pulled him to me, forcing him to straddle my cock, which lifted his heels off the floor. He looked up at me, momentarily speechless. “You must be three inches taller than me now,” he said in awe at the same moment my cell phone rang. I put him down and ran over to my nightstand, shaking the floor. I looked at the caller ID: Terry Berman. “Fuck!” I said as I accepted the call. I had forgotten my appointment with him. “This is Doctor Berman at Bellevue Hospital Center,” an amazingly deep voice said. I was sitting in the locker room at the gym. It was my second week back after being released and I was wasting no time in trying to regain the thirty pounds I had lost. “May I speak to Jamal Al-Bakri?” “You got him.” “Good evening, Mr. Al-Bakri. My name is Terry Berman. I’m a resident physician at Bellevue. I helped stabilize you when you were brought in.” He paused as if considering his next words. I heard him take a breath. “I’m calling you on my personal phone. I...” The line fell quiet and I wondered if the call had dropped. “Hello?” “Sorry,” the deep voice said. “I have some information that is confidential, but ... I think you deserve to know.” My heart jumped. “About Karen? Where is she? Can I contact her?” “I know the paramedic who brought you in, Mr. Al-Bakri. I’m sorry, Karen Davis had already passed away by the time they found you.” * * * Although there was really no point in doing so, I decided to keep my appointment with Terry. Now, the biggest problem was how to get me to his office in the Upper East Side. Hank suggested that I walk and let the cards fall where they may – he seemed determined to push me into public view sooner rather than later – but Matt had a better idea. “I’ll rent a van,” he said. “Hank and I will go eat breakfast, pick up the van and drive you to Terry’s. Hank will drop us off, go to Bellevue to check on Carlos and then come back for us.” After they left, I set about cleaning up my cum and washing the sheets. I took a shower, though maneuvering in the bathroom was a bit of a challenge now. I made a point of not looking at my dick or at myself in the mirror. It was extremely tempting, but my penis had actually relaxed and hung flaccid, more or less. I wanted to keep it that way as long as I could. The weight and heft of it as it swung was arousing enough. I sat down at my aging PowerBook for the first time since Sunday morning and looked at my email. Already, much of seemed like it belonged to someone else – friend requests from strangers and casual acquaintances, advertisements of sales, e-blasts from real estate agents I knew of flats and studios on the market. None of it mattered anymore. I realized I hadn’t looked at my snail mail either. That could wait until the weekend. I searched for the video that Mark showed me the day before. He was right, there were many. A dozen people must have had video cameras trained on me. I looked at some of the comments, which was always a mistake. There was something about anonymous commenting that brought out the worst in people, or just showed them as they really were: profoundly ignorant and/or tragically bitter. Hundreds of photographs of me had already been posted on Flickr. The comments here were usually more respectful for some reason. “Morph” was a common and perfectly reasonable comment, but they had no idea. I was probably about 200 pounds heavier now than I was yesterday when those photos were taken. My phone rang. They were downstairs. And for the first time, I walked out of my building wearing nothing, carrying nothing. Next Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2107-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-nine/

[histoire disponible en français juste ici ! ] (A HUGE thank you to T.F. for the story and to Sven0204 for the traduction !!!) LGM Drinks have changed my life! I'm introducing myself, Marc, I'm 28 years old and I live in Los Angeles since 5 years now. It's in the city of angels that i have found John, the love of my life. Yes I am gay. John is marvelous : 1m79(5ft 8) of love, 74 kg (163 pounds) of tenderness, a perfect bodyand a well-filled head. He is everything to me and I'm all for him. But you kow after 3 years, the routine settles down, the pounds accumulates and John wasn't the apollo of our first met. Okay he was working out and was gaining muscles but not enough. To be honest I was tempt to break up with him. But one day, on my way for work, as usuall, I see a new store that just open. Intrigued by the Greek god guys on the posters, I decide to take a look. The seller was looking like a underwear's model. He made me blush (surely because of his body, the one i would like John to have) and he look at me from my head to my foot, I'm asking him what does he sell and he explained me both products. One of the drink make the user gain muscles mass and the other his height. In my head I'm thinking about all the stuffs i would do with a taller and muscular boyfriend. But the seller interupt my thoughts saying me that we can only buy one product in all our life. Annoyed, I finally chose the ''Power Drink'' and decide to try it that evening on John. That night, we had a dates at the beach, Venice Beach, if you know it. When I saw him I was so excited and I hurry to meet him. Telling me he was thirtsy I propose him the ''magic'' drink. He take it but driven by a strong desire, I forced him to drink the bottle in one gulp. Just finished the bottle, the muscles of John begin to expand. Fat first and then his muscles begin to get toned. I was close to him before he drank the drink, I was closer when the transformation end. I don't know how to describe it to you, in broad terms, the muscles get fill with fat and fat become muscles in few seconds. The most amazing thing was the face's expression of john once the metamorphosis end. He was smiling like a child, He hugs me in his (gigantic) arms and to tell you that dosnt make me insensitive. Later he confess me that taking this drink is really painfull : It's like all your inner body is burning, but when you see the results you thinking that we must suffer to be beautiful. This is a real story, I wasn't that happy since now, it is one year so far that i am living with a montain of muscles and nothng can have made me happier. Thanks LGM Drinks !!!!!!!!!!!

‘What is going on here? Seriously what is going…….*sees Avi’s arms twitch* on? Huh? *stretch*’ Avi starts noticing that his body is changing as Alden smiles at him. The Lebanese kicker begins to feel tingling sensations moving up and down his arms. He looks down and gasps as he begins to feel them swelling up losing their hair as the muscles and veins grow. His olive skin starts to shine as the biceps blow up into huge softballs. He looks down at his swelling pecs as they retain their hairy nature pushing their way towards the top of his v neck. The tension begins to make the fabric start to fray at the center as they press against his huge new bull neck. His back starts to bust seams along the sides as his lats push their way free. Chad has a huge erection in his shorts that Alden can see clearly. The big jock seems dumbfounded as to how this could be happening. Avi’s growing quads make the fabric on his shorts squeal loudly as his cock makes quick work of his underwear underneath. It snakes its way out the top and sits on the growing slabs expanding on his stomach. The shirt quickly rips down the front as his chest gleans with sweat under the lights. His thick black fur and huge round pecs make Alden swoon loudly. His nipples have turned downward towards the ground. Without another second passing, Avi’s shorts explode revealing the rest of his huge Arabian muscles. His huge firm ass and large cock now fully visible as it swings slightly laying on his chest. It seems that Avi is remaining unchanged mentally from this crazy transformation too. He stands up and turns to slap his rod on Chad’s face. The shocked kicker takes a few moments and grabs the large hulk’s obliques to look up into his hazel eyes. Avi peers down at him and grins as he puts on a tough façade. ‘You know how to fix this don’t you Chad? Why don’t you give my cock a nice massage with your throat while you are pondering your thoughts?’ ‘Uhhh…..huh…..how did you do this? I…..gawd you look incredible Avi….i don’t normally do this but…..fuck I want to worship your body so bad.’ Chad feels the mountain of fur sitting on top of Avi’s chest muscles, but the big Arabian pushes his hands away and waves his fingers. ‘No Chad, cock only. Make me cum and maybe we will move on to other things.’ Chad looks a bit concerned as Avi reaches down and pushes his head into his cock parting his lips and sliding his huge cock inside. Chad chokes and even tries to resist as he struggles with the big Arabian but eventually gives in to his underlying desire to worship the stud. He works Avi’s cock over with his mouth long and hard as the huge hulk summons Alden over by him with his free hand. He looks into the black teammate’s eyes and plunges his tongue down Alden’s throat as he embraces him with his immense right arm. Alden moans loudly as Avi manages to pull his shirt off nearly ripping it. He lets go of Chad’s head to run his huge powerful hands on Alden as he pulls the smitten buddy’s shorts down to grab his cock. He strokes him until he is hard and pulls his cock out of Chad’s mouth. ‘I want you to service Alden too Chad. This is your payment to me for all of those times you were a complete tool.’ Chad seems understanding by this and turns to swallow Alden’s cock. After a few minutes of powerful sucking, the two friends begin smacking Chad in the face with their cocks. He sighs as he sits with his mouth open and his eyes closed. They take turns fucking his mouth before their moans get much louder. ‘Why don’t you cum all over him Alden, I’m sure he would love to be humiliated like he thinks I would be with him.’ Alden strokes quickly as he unloads all over Chad’s face and shirt before the kicker surprisingly turns to give a few licks to his cockhead as he tastes the cum hitting his tongue. He lightly moans as he shoves the black man’s whole cock into his mouth swallowing the cum that remains. Avi grabs him by his head and lifts him up to plunge his head into his chest demanding that he worship it. Chad tries to breathe as Avi smothers him with his enormous hairy pecs as Alden pulls the kicker’s pants down to slide his cock into his hole and starts working him over. Chad begins rubbing his hands all over Avi’s powerful muscles as the huge Lebanese hulk positions himself to join Alden’s cock inside Chad. They both manage to make room inside to fuck him synchronized. Chad runs his tongue up and down the Arabian stud nursing his huge pecs and nipples and yelling in ecstasy. Avi and Alden both moan deeply feeling their loads building as their cocks rub against each other vein against vein. Chad himself can feel a load starting to build as Avi reaches down and tears his shirt off to slap the kicker’s beefy back as Alden slaps his ass. ‘Oh fuck guys I had no idea I would love this so much, damn you two really know how to set me straight or rather…..gay.’ They both laugh at his comment as they fuck him harder making him shutter as he feels their cocks swelling inside him. They look at each other knowing it won’t be long before they lose their loads and pull out. Chad turns around and lies on the couch and starts wanking himself. Avi shoves his cock inside his mouth as Alden moves down to swallow Chad’s cock and begins to work him into a frenzy. The kicker moans as he feels himself getting ready to cum. The same can be said for Avi who starts to contract his muscles as Chad rubs them and stares into their beauty. ‘Ohh yeah Chad you do great at servicing me. Make me cum jerk……here it comes…..mmmmm feels so good…..’ Chad moans as he begins to taste Avi’s cum going down his throat and realizes that Alden is about to make him cum. The black sucker makes Chad hump his mouth as he feels his cum traveling into his cock. Alden pulls it out as a huge volcano goes flying onto the huge lebanese’s back as Chad moans letting a river of cum seep out of his mouth on to his body. His lustful eyes stay transfixed on Avi as he slowly rubs the huge man’s chest and arms. ‘Ahh that felt incredible Chad. I think that is enough for now. Did you learn your lesson?’ He pulls his cock out of the kicker’s mouth as Chad slowly nods in agreement. Alden kisses Chad’s cock and rubs the kicker’s huge muscly legs as he sits up to slap his own cock on them. Avi sits up to sit by Chad and begins to start shrinking. Chad looks in disbelief at the Arabian’s regression. By the time his revert is complete, Alden is ready to blow another load this time all over the kicker’s massive quads. ‘DAMN Alden, you fucking love my huge legs don’t you. Yeah man, fucking jizz all over them. I want to feel it.’ Alden moans deeply as he lets his cum fly all over Chad’s legs. He leans down to lap up the cum and lick Chad’s huge quads and calves. The kicker moans as he looks down and sees this happening. Instead of being irritated anymore, Chad’s demeanor has changed as he smiles at Alden. The black teammate goes to join both of them on the couch as Chad puts his arm around both men. He turns to give them both kisses on their lips and lays his head on them. ‘Guys, you both have made me feel better in this one night than I have felt in years. I secretly have been struggling with my sexuality since I could remember. I think I have feelings for both of you, but Avi…..i am sorry for making you feel insignificant. You as a hulk is…..insanely hot though. You have to do that again for me because I just lose myself.’ Chad turns to kiss Avi again and even nuzzles his head on his neck. Alden smiles at him as Avi looks very surprised. ‘I think I need to go home now guys.’ Alden says to them. ‘You don’t have to leave yet Alden. I think we could have some more fun.’ Chad says to him. ‘Nah I think you and Avi are compatible. I am just in the way of you two I think.’ Alden gets up to put his clothes back on and goes out the main doors as Chad and Avi say goodbye. End of Part IV and Story?

Here's another Super Hero themed story that I don't think I ever posted on the old forum. The Mission Both Sam and I tried to simultaneously look cool and scurry the last few yards to make it across yet another large intersection before the onslaught of automobiles could get up to speed after the traffic light changed. We weren't very successful - at looking cool I mean. Well, at least I wasn't. Sam on the other hand always looked cool. Even so, most of the city residents around us - were they of a mind to pay attention to anyone else on the street - would have spotted the two of us as out-of-towners in pretty short order. When you are a couple of small-town guys settling in as freshmen at the city's most prestigious university, getting used to new things is almost a full time occupation. Being pedestrians on the hyper-busy city streets was just another adjustment to be made. My name is Will Miller. My friend, Sam Munson and I were both the lucky recipients of full athletic scholarships and beginning our first year of post-secondary study in the big city. We'd known each other since grade-school and had pretty much been best-friends from the first day we'd met. We had quickly become a couple of those persistently paired kids whose names gradually melded into a familiar, collectively identifying phrase like "Ben and Jerry" or "Bert and Ernie". Where ever one was, you could usually be sure the other wasn't far off. Sam and Will. And just like his name's appearance in the order of that collective moniker, Sam was always number one. He excelled at just about everything he put his mind to. We had similar interests and abilities and though I was always very proficient and capable at whatever endeavor I might undertake, Sam was always better. The degree to which that was true had become apparent so clearly and so early in our friendship that I had long since come to terms with my role as 'wingman' and harbored no bitterness about it. In fact, trying to keep pace with Sam as we grew up together probably drove me to be a more accomplished student and athlete than I would have otherwise become had I never met him. I like to think that being pushed by me, hot on his heels as the determined, perpetual runner-up in life had helped to make Sam a little better too. But that was probably a conceit. Sam never seemed 'pushed' or threatened by anything. He wasn't cocky, really - he was too reserved for that. He had a kind of innate, confident detachment that gave him that aura of unflappable cool that I mentioned earlier. This meant that Sam could be a hard one to read, even for me. Playing poker with Sam was like being systematically fleeced by one of those inscrutable heads from Easter Island. The guy would probably clean house in a tournament. As I've said, I never really begrudged Sam his successes, even when - as was most always the case - those successes meant that I came in second best. But one aspect of our lifelong, friendly competition did occasionally rankle me ever so slightly. While I would exhaust myself training or studying for months in order to make my best effort at something, Sam often seemed to just go through the motions. I mean, it's not like he was a slacker or anything, he would be there at the gym just as often as I would be; he would check out similar kinds of reference material and the same books. But I rarely noticed him actually reading any of them. I don't think I ever saw the guy actually break a sweat but still, there he would always be - accepting that ribbon for first place. I slowed to a stop, gawking at a window display at an electronics store. The latest shiny toys from Apple beckoned seductively. I had almost enough money for an entry level model in my bank account just for the purpose of buying a new laptop for school. "That's not the mission, Will." Sam called, breaking the spell of my gadget-lust. I turned to see him further up the street, slowly walking backwards, waiting for me to catch up. Once Sam started talking about 'the mission', there was no deterring him, whatever the mission might be at any particular moment. Right now it was making it to the start of a movie on time. I trotted to catch up as we rounded the corner and headed down the block to the movie theater. There was a line of maybe a couple dozen people outside the actual entrance. "At least the line isn't around the block," I offered. "Sometimes the fans for these superhero flicks can be a little intense". As for me and movies based on comic books, I could take 'em or leave 'em. But Sam never missed one. He would watch them intently - almost like he was listening to an academic lecture. Before our arrival, the end of the line was occupied by a couple of girls who looked to be around our age. They seemed none too happy to be there. "I'm not going to wait much longer." One was saying to the other. "How late are they?" The other of the book-end blonds demanded with exasperation. "Almost twenty minutes. Do you really want to see this dorky movie if it's just us? C'mon lets get out of here." The four of us exchanged perfunctory nods and smiles as Sam and I joined the line. The girl that had suggested they leave was suddenly pulled back into line by the other. "Maybe we won't have to see it alone, after all." She said, casting a devilish glance at Sam and myself. Sam and I had both always been considered handsome enough. With the slight edge going to Sam of course. And the fact that we were both longtime accomplished gymnasts meant that our muscular builds were detectable no matter our attire. Focused as he was on obtaining our tickets before show-time, Sam didn't notice the girl's flirtation alert level shift into defcon-1, but I saw it coming. "So, Hello boys." began the bolder of the two girls. "If you two are joining someone here, hope you don't get stood up like we apparently have been." "Umm, no." Sam replied. It took him a moment to realize the young woman was talking to the two of us. "We aren't meeting anyone." "Well," The girl smiled, invitingly. "I think you just did. I'm Lisa and this is Sonya." Before either of us could respond, an ear-splitting police siren blared to life only a few car-lengths down the street from our position - close enough and loud enough to startle even the most jaded resident of Metropolis. Everyone in line turned reflexively to watch as the cop-car left its spot in the traffic lane and began to weave its way along through any break it could find in the river of cars around it. It had no more than worked its way a half a block along when a fire engine came wailing along to fall in behind the police car. Neither vehicle was going to make it anywhere fast. That's when we got our first sighting. Everyone says that you don't feel like a true resident of Metropolis until your first, in-the-flesh sighting of Superman in action. It happened so fast that at first, I wasn't sure WHAT I was seeing. A purplish blurr hurtled from far down the street opposite the direction in which the emergency response vehicles were trying to go. It vanished beneath the fire engine. Suddenly, Sam started in that direction, apparently no longer interested in the movie. He was moving fast. "Hey," I called as I ran after him. "Wait up." Then, like someone mimicking the Statue of Liberty, suddenly Superman stood amidst the gridlock. Only instead of a torch, he was holding the fire truck - with one hand and a super-humanly muscular arm that looked as though hefting the weight of a mere multi-tonne piece of firefighting equipment was not even a decent warm-up. Sam skidded to a stop on the sidewalk opposite where Superman stood in the street. A half-second later, I caught up to Sam. I was panting a little. I had really had to run flat-out to keep Sam in sight and he had still been pulling away from me pretty steadily. If he hadn't stopped when he had, I might have lost him in the crowd. I grabbed him by his upper arm forcefully, trying to get his attention. "What the heck is up with you?" I had never known Sam to be this excitable about anything. As I confronted Sam, Superman rose into the air, slowly at first, so as not to shake-up the firemen too much, then soared on over the traffic, picking up speed fast, obviously intending to get the truck to its destination more quickly. Sam didn't even look at me. His eyes never left Superman. "You should let go." He said, absently. I felt the muscles of his arm flex. Sam had biceps an Olympian might envy and when he flexed you knew it, but I also felt something else from his arm. It was like he was vibrating or full of electricity or something. I barely had time to register the strange sensation before Sam bolted again. He took off with such speed and force that it nearly yanked my arm out of its socket. I stumbled a few steps after him as though swept along in his wake before I was able to find my balance again. I stared after him, stunned and surprised as I rubbed my aching shoulder. But Sam was nowhere in sight. I took off at a trot, not really sure if I was heading in the right direction. I glanced around to see if I could spot him as I moved, unwilling to believe that he'd managed to move clean out of sight so quickly. I slowed to a frustrated walk and was about to give up when I saw the smoke. It had to be three or four blocks away; a column of dingy, dark gray against the brilliant blue sky. If Sam was after Superman and Superman was heading toward that fire then I figured that would be where I'd find him. I rotated my arm around my traumatized shoulder joint and winced at the pain. I thought I knew Sam's limits as far as strength and speed as well as anyone. I knew he was an impressive guy, but the ache in my shoulder and the way he had so easily outpaced me left me wondering if maybe my friend really had been holding back all these years. I set off toward the fire. As I weaved my way through the dense pedestrian traffic, I was baffled by how Sam must have moved at such speed through so many people. I stripped off the long-sleeved shirt I was wearing, leaving only one of the white, "wife-beater" undershirts I liked to wear. I found these shirts a reasonable balance between being able to show off a bit when things got a little warm, and not seeming too obvious about wanting to do so. Also, if I wanted to elbow my way through the crowd of spectators that was gathering, looking a little bit intimidating wasn't going to hurt. As I made my way forward toward the curb, things started getting more chaotic. Police were trying to move people back from a fairly large skyscraper, but there were too few officers available for the task to accomplish this. Looking up, I saw no actual flames, but smoke was pouring from one side of the building. Returning my attention to the crowd around me, I spotted Sam. He was moving steadily toward the base of the stricken building, one of the few people still doing so. Making sure the nearest cop wouldn't see me, I ducked under the line of yellow tape they had managed to partially string up and headed for Sam. That's when I noticed something large come around the side of the smoking skyscraper. At first I thought it was a helicopter, but then, through a break in the smoke, I saw that it was Superman. Incredibly, he still had the fire tanker in one hand. With the other, he was dousing the fire with the truck's powerful fire-hose. He performed the impossible task with the same ease with which a gardener might spray weed-killer on his lawn with one of those hand pumped pressure sprayers. His heroic task complete, The Man of Steel levitated himself and the tanker back to earth, landing near the truck's applauding crew. Tearing my eyes away from this amazing scene, I turned my attention back to Sam. I located him again, striding purposefully toward the firemen and Superman. I couldn't explain why, but I was feeling very uneasy about the whole situation. Sam was NOT one for hero-worship. I couldn't figure out why he had fixated on Superman so intensely all of a sudden. "Sam!" I shouted as loud as I could to overcome the din. I waved my arms frantically to get his attention. For a moment, he turned and looked right at me and I saw recognition in his eyes. Then he smiled ruefully and continued on toward the squad of firemen who were enthusiastically shaking hands with Superman. "Crap!" I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't like it. I sprinted after him. There was something about having Sam and Superman so close to each other that unsettled me on a fundamental level. Sam didn't lose. Sam never suffered by comparison. Sam was at the superlative extreme in the way I viewed the world. Considering Sam and Superman within the same framework was like pondering the old hypothetical conundrum of what happened when irresistible force met immovable object. Of course, Sam wasn't in Superman's league and maybe that was the problem. Maybe I didn't like having Sam toppled from his pedestal in my own little personal world view. Sam slipped into the line of firemen that Superman was slowly making his way along, shaking hands as he went. Within a couple of seconds, I had joined him there. "Would you please tell me what the heck is going on with you?" I asked. "We shouldn't be here. We are, in fact, probably gonna be in a world of trouble. What are you trying to accomplish?" "The Mission." He informed me without looking at me. I almost laughed. "Typical. Everything is a 'mission' with you." Then Sam did turn and look at me. He looked sad. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why this might be, but I felt a strange, cold dread for no reason I could identify. "Not anymore." He explained. The sadness in his expression melted away, replaced by a zen-like determination. "Now I know what the mission is. The real one." "'Kay." I said, as though humoring a crazy person. "Have you, by any chance, halted some medication regimen that you shouldn't have." I added sarcastically. That's when Sam started undressing. He had slowly and deliberately doffed his shirt and watch and was working on his belt before I could snap out of my shock. I gathered up his shirt and his watch and then the belt that he had dropped indifferently to the sidewalk just as he unzipped and dropped his pants. "Sam! Cut it out." I demanded as he stepped out of his jeans. He stood and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. "I dropped the rest of his clothes back to the ground and grabbed him by his wrists before that final unveiling. "Whoa, there Lady Godiva." I grunted as I struggled to stop him. "Sam!" I yelled into his face, trying to get him to look at me. "You are going to get yourself arrested. How will that help the mission?" I had finally decided that pretending to buy into whatever madness had come over him might be the only way to reason with him. He looked at me, finally. But I did not see the Sam I knew in his eyes. "You are correct. It will not. The reaction this part of the protocol would induce in the authorities present might prove an unnecessary distraction. There is no reason it cannot be postponed." It was as I stood blinking dumbly at this odd response that I first noticed that we had an audience. I stopped fighting Sam for control of his underwear and stepped back away from him, my face burning red. "Umm...he's not feeling well." I offered to Superman and the dozen or so gruff-looking firemen flanking him. It was then that Sam stepped forward, coming face to face with Superman. "Kal-El of the planet Krypton, Your interference with the natural progression of events on this planet is at an end." Superman's brow furrowed slightly, but at first, he said nothing. The fireman however, all burst out laughing. "Watch out Supes." One of them offered between guffaws. "Underwear-Model Man is gunnin' for ya." "Yeah, what's YOUR superpower..." another chimed in, "If you are gonna dress like that and try to give Superman here a hard time..." the big fireman continued as he stepped between Superman and Sam. "...it had better be invulnerability to wedgies." Superman intervened before the situation could escalate. "Thank you sergeant, but I think I can handle this." Superman said calmly, placing a hand on the fireman's shoulder and urging him to move away. "In order to minimize disruption to denizens of this community, we should relocate before continuing." Sam said, still giving Superman his undivided attention. "Look, Superman." I interrupted, placing myself between the two as the fireman just had. "Sam here...I don't know...he isn't himself, but he's harmless. I've never known him to hurt anyone. He's just a normal guy." That's when Sam started glowing. The brightness emanating from him intensified until it seemed brighter than the sun. I shielded my eyes but my vision was quickly transformed into a field of multicolored spots. There was a sound like thunder and the next thing I knew, all was silent. I opened my eyes, blinking to dispel the fading spots. We were...somewhere else. Both Superman and I gaped around at our new surroundings, before slowly returning our stunned attention to Sam. "Okay. Maybe not so normal." I admitted, as my brain tried to assimilate what had just happened. "But nobody is hurt. Right?" I asked, patting down my own body as I checked for injury. "The spatial translocation has caused no harm." Sam assured. Superman, Sam and I all stood in exactly the same relative positions to each other, but we were no longer in Metropolis. Spectacular mountains rose into the sky in front of us. I turned slowly, taking in the rest of the vista and saw that while the mountains dominated in one direction, flat plains stretched out in every other. "Are - are those the Rockies?!" I asked, more to myself than to the other two men who were with me. "They are indeed." Superman replied, crossing his arms. He fixed Sam with a stern, disapproving look, the muscles in his strong jaw bulging with irritation. I followed Superman's glare to where Sam stood, returning Superman's gaze. He was still glowing faintly, but it seemed to be subsiding. "If you are so concerned about disrupting the lives of humans, then why bring him along." Superman challenged as he pointed to me. "Humans?" I echoed incredulously, then laughed nervously. "Yeah right , like Sam isn't...." I stopped, my eyes widening as I turned to look at Sam. Sam swallowed. A look that might have been guilt played across his face for a moment before he managed an answer. "It is only fair that the people of Earth are informed of what transpires here. They must be made to understand that they no longer have the anomalous presence of a member of an advanced culture who will intervene in their destiny. Will's purpose here is to bear witness and convey this information." I was surprised to find myself in the grip of a sudden and growing anger. I rounded on this being who had been my lifelong best friend. "Who the Hell ARE you! Where's Sam? What have you done with him?!" I demanded. Reluctantly, Sam turned to look at me. "I am Sam Munson, Will. Everything of Sam is still incorporated into this form. However, I am also the designated mitigator." "The des - The WHAT..." I stammered. "Designated by whom to mitigate what?" Superman replied more evenly. "A counsel of advanced, space-faring civilizations transplanted me into this planet's society so that I might eventually act as the designated instrument by which the imbalance caused by your presence will be mitigated." Sam explained to Superman. "I see." Superman said dubiously. "And just what is the nature of this imbalance I am supposedly causing?" "If you so wish, that can be explained at a later time, after mitigation has been achieved." Sam replied. "One possible means of mitigation would be your willing and permanent departure from this world in my company. This is the method that would be most efficient." "Oh, I'm sure it would be." Superman smirked. "But I have a feeling we're going to have to work something else out." "In the event of your failure to comply, the protocol requires that I remove you." Sam stated point blank. "Sam." I began, as I struggled to wrap my mind around what I was hearing. "If you really are still in there, then you know you've been set up to fail here. Just how do you plan on "removing" Superman from the planet?" "That will not pose a problem." Sam assured. "My basic human manifestation is in the final stages of being reconfigured. Even now, there is a forty-eight percent probability that I could successfully implement mitigation by forcible removal." Superman dropped his arms and seemed to scrutinize Sam intently. "Either this is some kind of joke or you're bluffing. Or both. You look perfectly human to me." "Maybe." I added. "But how does a human get the three of us from Metropolis to the other end of the Great Plains in the blink of an eye." Superman opened his mouth, but seemed to abandon whatever reply had at first come to mind. "Good point." He conceded. For a moment a glimmer of the old Sam surfaced on his face. "Perfectly human." He repeated Superman's phrase, smiling wistfully as he absently rubbed his left hand along his right triceps, flexing it beneath his touch. "That is apt. A perfect physiology augmented with technology that, ironically, was culled from the single remaining comprehensive Kryptonian archive is the means by which I am being rendered capable of mitigation." "Wait." Superman interjected, holding up a hand. "Kryptonian archive? Are you saying that this counsel of yours has infiltrated the Fortress of Solitude?" Sam seemed to consult some inner resource for a moment. "No. A more extensive archive exists." Then, on seeing the obvious and intense interest the mention of this archive induced in Superman, a new idea seemed to occur to him. "Access to this archive can be provided to you. If..." Sam offered a small grin that I recognized. It was his 'checkmate' smirk. "...you agree to mitigation." Superman actually looked unsure. I honestly didn't know whether to be more afraid that he would take Sam's offer or refuse it. Superman's look of resolve returned. "I don't believe you. And even if I did, my commitment is to the people of Earth." "Then I have no choice but to resume the protocol." With that, Sam deftly shucked his underwear and stood for a moment studying Superman. Both Superman and I went slack-jawed. It was a surprising move on Sam's part but the most shocking part was being confronted with the sheer awesome spectacle of Sam's naked anatomy. I addressed Superman even though I didn't seem to be able to look away from Sam. "Dude. You might be in trouble." Superman crossed his arms and pointedly looked away. "So I'm guessing that modesty isn't a big part of this protocol of yours." "Not really seeing what he has to be modest about?" I added gawking. The look Superman shot my way could have just as easily been a blast of heat vision in that it was just as effective at wiping the grin off my face. "Concerns such as modesty are of no relevance." Sam explained with a small shrug. "Very shortly, as a result of the process that readys me for my mission, there will be a small risk that matter in prolonged contact with my body will be subject to quantum state inversion" Both Sam and I had always been fairly quick studies when it came to science, but since this whole strange episode had begun, he'd been tossing out phrases, the meanings of which, I could only hazard guesses about. "Umm, and that would be a bad thing?" I asked. "If you consider having your undies suddenly transformed into highly explosive anti-matter a bad thing, then yes." Superman explained dryly. My eyes widened as I consider such an event. "Sort of renders that fireman's whole wedgie-threat obsolete." Sam laughed. I noted that it was the most - well, Sam-like thing I'd seen him do since he'd laid eyes on Superman. He was still in there somewhere. "I think I've heard enough." Superman continued more seriously. "Something strange is obviously going on here. I can't take the risk that some of what you are claiming might be true enough to present a danger." "Negating potential danger on an interstellar scale is the sole purpose of my mission." Sam retorted as he began to flex and inspect various muscles. He seemed to be gauging the progress of the transformation he claimed to be undergoing. I didn't know what was more impressive, Sam's confident display or the fact that Superman was able to look so totally unfazed by it. Superman moved to Sam and placed one hand on the younger man's shoulder. "You'll have to come with me now." He explained sternly. The hero turned to address me. "We are too far from the nearest ranch for you to walk the distance." He instructed as he surveyed the area. "I see no dangerous animals in the immediate vicinity. Just stay put and I'll have someone pick you up within the hour." "What? Where are you taking Sam?" I demanded. "Nowhere." Sam interjected, "As I have explained, it is Superman who will be accompanying me." He gingerly grasped Superman's wrist and removed it from his shoulder. Sam then spread his arms out as though executing an iron-cross and slowly began to rise into the air. "I urge you to follow me Superman - of your own free will." My mouth hung open as I watched Sam soar into the cloudless sky. He swooped and changed direction a couple of times as though he were allowing himself to become accustomed to his newly deployed flying ability. Then he hurtled directly for Superman. Without leaving the ground himself, the hero executed a last-minute, lightning-fast lateral lunge that neatly moved him out of Sam's path. Or so it seemed. It was almost comical to see Superman's smug expression change to a gape of surprise as Sam shot out an arm and snagged the the older man by the cape, hauling him into the air in a completely undignified manner. But Superman wasn't a rank newbie at these sorts of battles. He recovered immediately and deftly flipped himself into Sam's path. He then grabbed the teen by one arm and spun them both into a blur of whirling motion, only to stop with such phenomenal abruptness that Sam was sent careening to the ground where he slammed into the earth with a resounding 'BOOM' that almost knocked me off my feet. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust that obscured Sam from view. Superman, who understood the importance of keeping an opponent in view, immediately dispersed the cloud with a gale-force blast of his breath. For an instant, Sam lay on his back in the center of a shallow crater. There was a look of utter neutrality on his face, no anger, no surprise, nothing. He sat up, then streaked back into the sky to confront Superman. "There's no way you can win here, kid." Superman warned crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest and staring Sam down as the two hung in mid-air about two meters above where I stood. "You are wrong Superman. The fact is; I never lose." Sam retorted flatly. That sent a shiver down my spine for one simple reason. I'd know Sam nearly all my life...and I knew that it was true. Sam gave a quick, sharp inhale of breath and then, like Superman had done to dispel that dust a moment before, he blew in Superman's direction. I watched, barely able to comprehend what happened next because of the speed of things. Sam's chest expanded then flexed down hard in a display of tight striated muscle as he forced the air out of his lungs. A column of air more powerful than a Jovian jet-stream blurred through the sky. It struck Superman for only a fraction of a second, but the result knocked the hero up into the sky like a home-run baseball being slugged out of the park. Quicker than the eye could follow, Sam streaked ahead of the tumbling hero, stopped and then unleashed a perfectly executed punch squarely targeting Superman's "S" logo. Superman became a razor-straight blurred line that connected Sam's position to a point on the ground about a block from where I stood. The ground shuddered under the impact. "Holy shit!" I shouted even as I started running toward the area where Superman had hit the ground. I skidded to a stop at the rim of the second impact crater this fight between titans had produced. I turned to see Sam calmly floating down from on high. Like Superman had before him, he dispelled the debris cloud as easily as I might extinguish the candles on a cake. Sam landed beside me and we both peered down into the crater. Superman had apparently struck the ground with his shoulders and upper back. He was more or less upside down, his legs almost comically akimbo above his head as his body was folded awkwardly at the waist. He struggled to right himself and then pushed himself up to a sitting position, grimacing as he rubbed the back of his neck. He struggled to his feet at the bottom of an even deeper crater than the one Sam's impact had formed and searched the scene for Sam, glaring daggers up at the teen once he had spotted him. "Not a happy look." I commented. "Sam, if he was holding back before, I don't think he will now. You have to stop this. It's crazy!" Sam didn't look at me, he just regarded Superman with icy calm. "You don't understand. True madness, would be to allow him to remain on Earth." "Well you're right about one thing. I DON'T understand any of this". I was shaking my head, unable to believe what was happening. "Including how you are somehow suddenly able to go toe to toe with Superman!" Suddenly, Sam bent slightly with a grunt, that strange glow had returned, though it was faint and again, faded quickly. "Yeah!" Sam almost growled, a smirk flitted across his features for a moment. It contained a disturbing hint of cruelty. "It's done. My transformation is complete. Superman is finished on Earth." He declared, standing once more to his full height. I stumbled back from Sam, shocked. It was as though his already fantastic musculature had been amped up an order of magnitude. It was impossible. He'd not only increased in size, but in apparent density and definition. Even his posture and his stance exuded power. Though stark naked, there was no hint of vulnerability, which served only to make him seem that much more intimidating. Superman sailed up from the bottom of the crater and landed between us, pushing me to the side. "You need to clear out of here, son. Now! Your friend and I have something to settle." He obviously meant business. In a flash, Superman was behind Sam, his mighty arms encircled the younger man, pinning his arms. Superman lifted them both into the air, apparently intent on putting some distance between me and the fight he was about to bring to Sam. But they had risen no more than a few meters when they simply stopped. Superman's eyes widened, then a look of determination settled onto his face and with a slight grimace he put more effort into flying the two of them higher. They moved no more than a half a meter and then stopped cold once again. Superman audibly grunted, pouring more effort into his flying ability, but they did not move. In fact, they began to glide smoothly back down to the ground. "Your concern for Will's proximity to our struggle is admirable. But I will see that no harm comes to him." Sam explained calmly as he used his own flying ability to force Superman back to the ground, even though the hero was obviously struggling mightily to resist. When their feet touched the ground, Superman released Sam and shoved him away hard as he jumped back to put some distance between them. It seemed to catch Sam off guard. He stumbled two small steps forward before he steadied himself. From my vantage point, I could see that menacing smirk make a reappearance on Sam's face before he willed himself to calm down again and once more turned to face Superman. "I can out-muscle you as easily as I just out-flew you Kryptonian. It is in the best interest of everyone for you to submit." "Young man, that's just not going to happen." Superman declared grimly. "Then you leave me no choice." Sam replied. "He then threw a poorly aimed punch at Superman, it was almost like he intended to miss - a sort of shot across the bow. It grazed the older man's jaw to little effect, but I suspected that it was probably a way to telegraph a taste of the kind of power Sam was capable of without actually laying into Superman. Superman took advantage of the opening to launch his own punch, squarely connecting with Sam's gut. I could feel the thud through the ground, but it merely bounced off Sam's abs. Sam grinned ever so slightly. He seemed to be alternating back and forth between cold detachment and more human reactions. I wondered if Superman had noticed this too. It was almost like two distinct entities were jostling for control of Sam's body. Relying on his skill in hand to hand combat, Superman brought the fight to Sam, pressing the advantage that experience granted him. Sam was rarely able to land even a grazing blow, taking aim randomly at whatever target Superman presented. On the other hand, Superman bided his time as he dodged, concentrating his punches strategically on the same target over and over - pummeling Sam's abs with precision and awesome power. But I noticed that even the glancing blows Sam landed elicited grunts and grimaces from Superman, while every thudding, solid hit Superman landed against the teen's unyielding abs drew either no reaction at all or a small, sneering smirk from Sam. The whole scene started to remind me of an eerily, disturbingly familiar feeling. I hoped that I was wrong. I hoped that Sam wasn't just phoning it in with this fight, like he'd done with most every other challenge in his life. Any other observer would have certainly perceived both combatants to be going all out for the win. They moved with such speed and power, shaking the ground with their superhuman efforts. Even though Superman appeared to have the edge in sheer skill, as the fight went on, frustration began to take its toll on the Man of Steel. Sam's hits rattled him more and more and landed more frequently. Superman's strategy, which might have been superior to Sam's on paper, wasn't working. The kid's abs withstood Superman's every ground-rumbling punch. There was no sign that they were being worn down. On the contrary, it was Superman's Kryptonian stamina that was beginning to falter. Determined, Superman reached deep into his strength reserves as he doubled down on his attack strategy. I could see a sheen of sweat start to form on his face as he increased both the power of his punches and the frequency with which they came. At the same time, he concentrated harder on avoiding Sam's punishing blows. Superman blinked repeatedly as sweat began to obscure his vision, but he realized that Sam's rain of blows had ceased, freeing him to press his attack even more intensely. He imagined his opponent, breathless and teetering on the brink of collapse. He cleared his eyes with a pulse of heat vision power, evaporating the sweat blurring his vision. I could almost feel the cold dread and shock that must have stabbed the pit of the hero's stomach. Sam had raised both arms, placing them behind his head. He was smiling with cold amusement and merely watching as Superman continued to pound away at his wholly unaffected neutron-dense wash-board. Superman shook his head. "That's impossible!" With a roar of frustration he fired off a final, all-out shot at Sam's impervious abs and then stumbled back several steps, breathing hard as the shock-wave rolled across the plains. Sam advanced on his adversary, slapping his abs proudly. "Had enough, Kryptonian?" I noticed that Sam's heavy cock was hanging lower. Apparently wielding such power was starting to arouse Sam. Truth be known, it was affecting me the same way just watching it all. Sam reached for Superman, but the hero intercepted Sam's arms. They struggled against each other, fingers interlaced. After a moment of this, Sam released one of Superman's hands and yanked the hero forward by the other. He brought Superman's hand up to nearly eye level and glared at Superman over their clasped hands. Then he squeezed, the muscles of his arm welling up like tsunami. Superman groaned, his face contorting with surprise and pain and his knees gave way slightly before he could steady himself and dredge up the power to counter Sam to some degree. "Submit" Sam advised cooly, "before I am forced to injure you." He appeared to be slowly increasing the crushing power of his grip. Superman went up on his toes. He gritted his teeth and growled in pain as he tried to free himself with both hands. I was frozen in place. I had no idea what to do. Superman stopped whipping his head back and forth in pain and concentrated on the ground. A sudden pencil-thin beam of heat-vision lanced into the earth and a second later the entire world seemed to shift violently beneath my feet. Even Sam was surprised. He released his grip and stumbled for a moment then he wholly disappeared from view, tumbling into a deep chasm that suddenly yawned beneath him. Gasping, Superman willed himself airborne and then streaked directly down into the earth, pulverizing a huge quantity of solid rock, which cascaded down into the chasm after Sam. The next thing I knew, I was dangling by my shirt-front in Superman's grip as he glared into my face. "I don't know who you are to this guy, I don't know what's happening to him. But if some alien force is changing him - taking him over - you've got to help me reach his human side." "I...I don't know any more than you do." I stammered. "What am I supposed to-" "Listen to me!" Superman shouted in my face, shaking me. "That dormant fault-line trick won't hold him long and I don't think I can take him! If you can't reach him, he's probably going to-". Sam blasted into the sky through an explosion of earth and pulverized rock. He spotted me and Superman in short order and the look on his face froze us both to the core. "Put him DOWN!" he shouted. The force of the demand cracked the air like a sonic boom. Superman gulped as he gently set me on my feet. "Somewhere in there, he's still your friend." Superman whispered. "Use that." Suddenly, Superman streaked skyward directly at Sam. He roared through the air, both fists protruding in front of him like twin battering rams. He connected with Sam's solar-plexus like a living missile, only to be effortlessly deflected by the dense plates of pectoral muscle that composed Sam's thick chest. Superman lost all control as his momentum was violently redirected, shunting his body earthward. He crashed into the ground with an ungainly thud and lay unmoving. Sam nodded proudly to himself as he thumped his mighty pecs, obviously pleased with the power of his body. "You are full of bad ideas today, Superman." Sam's semi-hard cock seemed to be flirting with the idea of visiting his knees as it swung heavily with his slightest movement. Finally Superman rolled over with a groan and pulled himself to his feet. Sam's grin vanished, suddenly replaced by a cold flat glare once more. "It is obvious that you do not intend to comply with mitigation. You will now be forcibly compelled." Sam landed gracefully in front of Superman. "Unconscious, you will be rendered incapable of further interference with my mission." Sam casually picked up the shaken Man-of-Steel almost gently, folding him into a bear-hug. "NoooARRrrrggggggghaaaaa!" Superman's eyes bulged as Sam applied his unstoppable strength to the hold. Sam hadn't bothered to pin Superman's arms and the hero pushed against Sam’s burgeoning pecs, but he couldn't relieve the mounting pressure in the least. He turned a pleading look in my direction and then began to punch Sam squarely in the jaw repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to make the teen free him. The first and second punches whipped Sam's head to the side, but his cold expression remained unchanged. The third punch produced a slight sneer at the corner of Sam's lip as well as a visible thickening of his neck and traps. He glared into Superman's eyes as the hero landed the fourth punch. Sam's jaw didn't budge, braced as it was with the flexing of his neck and trapezius muscles. Superman clutched his hand and wailed after it bounced off Sam's granite jaw. Sam smirked and cut off that wail with a sharp increase in the power of his bear-hug. Superman made a gurgling noise and began to slump in Sam's mighty arms. Sam smiled maliciously and his cock began to rise in slow pulsing increments in time with the beat of his heart. These animalistic behaviors might have been unsettling, but they were undeniably human and therefore somehow less frightening than the cold, calculating aspect of Sam that had nearly taken him over ever since he had laid eyes of Superman. If such primal human behavior was currently surfacing in Sam, maybe his human intellectual characteristics weren't so far beneath. I decided to make my move before the alien part of Sam could reassert itself. "Sam!" I shouted as I ran over to him and grabbed at his arms. His muscles were like living iron. "You can't do this. Fight it Sam! It's me! It's Will!" "I...I don't want to do this...but there's a greater good." Sam nodded to himself as he squelched his doubts. "I have to do this, Will. Earth must develop without interference. If a species cannot survive its emergence into technological proficiency, it must be allowed to perish. Other, more profound discoveries await exploitation. If a morally deficient culture is sheltered from the consequences of its own irresponsibility and is allowed to emerge onto the interstellar stage, that culture would gain access to technologies that could conceivably render the entire universe unfit for life. This cannot be allowed. Earth must survive on its own, or not at all. Superman must be removed." My head spun as I tried to sort through what Sam was saying. I could see how it all might make sense to the alien part of Sam, but surely he felt some kind of connection to Earth - some allegiance. By now, Superman was out cold. Crushed into unconsciousness by the unearthly power of my best friend in the world. That had to be the key. Thinking about 'The Mission' was what seemed to strengthen the control of the alien side of Sam. But thinking about the raw muscle Sam now commanded seemed to bring his more human side to the fore. A plan began to take shape in my head. "Ok, guess you gotta do what you gotta do but, Dude! Do you realize you have been bouncing Superman around like a rubber ball for the past hour?" Sam's brow furrowed as he considered this, he relaxed his hold on the unconscious Man-of-Steel and held him at arm's length, inspecting his defeated opponent. His cock was fast approaching a full head of steam, throbbing in the air in front of him. That had to be a sensation that played havoc with his cold, rational persona. It was sure as hell distracting me from my plan. I forced myself to focus. "I haven't...got a choice." he stated, hesitantly. "Maybe, but heck, if I had the kind of muscle you do, I wouldn't do anything I didn't want to. Hell, I'd make whatever I wanted be the greater good." "That...that doesn't make any sense." Sam said, but he stared ahead vacantly with a growing smile as he considered the idea. "I'd be all like: 'Yeah, sure Superman you can stay put. You make for one fun play-date. And Earth? You step out of line and you answer to me. No blowin' up the universe on my watch.' I mean who knows Earth and what should be done with it better than someone who's lived here?" Sam smiled and bounced his pecs proudly as he thought about that. His cock was now all but slamming against his abs with every throb. "Hey, imagine what Coach Barnes and the other guys on the team would say if you walked into practice on Monday." "Ha!" Sam laughed. "I would love to see the strength coach's reaction to me now." Sam flexed his right biceps, Superman dangled unconscious and almost forgotten from his hand as he did, bobbing bonelessly in Sam's grip. "All you gotta do is show up." I grinned, egging on his thoughts. "Who's gonna stop you?" I gave him a playful punch in the arm. I heard my knuckles crack. "Who could stop you?" Superman groaned, as he regained consciousness to find himself suspended by a handful of his costume from Sam's heavily muscled, unwavering arm. "What...what hit me?" He asked groggily. My heart sank. I had almost reached something in Sam, but Superman, coming to when he did drew Sam's attention back to the embattled hero. Sam shook his head disapprovingly. "No you don't, Supes." He said wrapping his arms around the out-classed hero once more. "Aw, let him go Sam. What's he going to do to you?" I reasoned. Sam shook his head. He seemed confused and struggling to bring some order to the chaos in his head. "He's a wuss compared to you now. C'mon, show him the guns. I'll be he wets 'em." Superman glared at me looking almost as confused as Sam. Sam smiled and his arms went up into a double biceps pose. Superman dropped to the ground...or would have if Sam's fence-post-solid cock hadn't been in the way. Superman yelped in pain, his balls squashed as he straddled Sam's unyielding member. One hand went to Sam's cock as Superman instinctively sought to relieve the pressure of his own weight on his balls and the other hand shot out to Sam's thick pecs to steady himself. Superman nearly ripped his invulnerable skin open against Sam's bullet hard nipple. "Hell, yeah!" Sam roared as his cock positively fountained into the air. Sam's flexing biceps peaked even higher before our eyes as he roared with satisfaction until his cock finally finished delivering its payload into the sky. Superman hit the ground hard as Sam dropped to his knees, his cock becoming somewhat less erect. Sam shook his head and looked around. "Will?" he asked with uncertainty. "Will, what the hell is going on?" "Sam?" I gave a short nervous laugh. "Sam, tell me that's you talking...and only you." Sam frowned, and looked from Superman, who was slowly dragging himself back away from Sam, to me again. "What the fuck is going on?" "Well, apparently, you just shorted-circuited a hyper-rational alien body-snatcher through sheer studliness." I said grinning as I coaxed him to his feet. "And it looks like you get to keep the body." I said, giving one of his thick pecs a friendly punch. "Superman?" Sam moved to help the hero to his feet. The traumatized hero flinched away and cast an uncertain look in my direction. "I think it's alright now." I assured him. He hesitated, but then took Sam’s offered hand and allowed himself to be helped to his feet. Sam glanced down at himself, then froze. "Oh, shit!" He blurted as he realized that he was totally naked. "That...all that...wasn't a dream...Was it?" Superman offered Sam his hand. "More like a nightmare, son. I'm just glad it's over." Blushing an amazing shade of crimson, Sam shook Superman's hand. "Then it is over, you think?" I asked. Superman frowned and turned to Sam. "What do you think your 'friends' will do now?" Sam swallowed nervously. "I know what they'll do. They'll send in more muscle." The End

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The last word actually made his cock twitch hard. I could feel it next to mine. His entire body seemed to vibrate, as well, as if in unison with his stiff meat. I could have sworn the guy whispered the word ‘finally’ but it could have just been my own hopeful imagination. I could feel his ass clamping tightly together, as well. I didn’t know exactly what was causing his reaction, but I knew I liked it. Again, it took almost all of my strength not to squeeze the dude so hard that something broke. It was like I wanted his body to melt into mine. I had a need to be so close to him that a mere hug wouldn’t and couldn’t be enough to satisfy. Instead, my big paws squeezed his hard ass tightly causing the dude to wince a little, but he also gurgled something about me being ‘so big and strong.’ I knew it was best to distract myself from my intense desires of the moment, so I went back to asking questions. “What’s you name, kid,” I said, smiling at his face. “Bradley,” he replied. It wasn’t Biff, but it was close. He definitely looked like a Bradley and I bet he was a ‘the second’ or better yet ‘the third.’ That would make things even more complete. Hearing his name made me want to flex my guns, so I tensed my arms as I held his body at my waist. His eyes shot exactly where I hoped they would when my biceps swelled thicker. He mouthed some words but it wasn’t hard to see they were ‘fuck yeah.’ This high-powered businessman, this preppy ‘I come from old money’ dude clearly got off on things more powerful than him. I bet he owned a fast car. I bet he employed a trainer that looked like a trainer should – huge, hot, and virile. I bet he loved to skydive. The guy probably loved being near things that reminded him of his own mortality – his limits. I was pretty sure he loved anything that could subdue him. That’s why my arms easily caught and kept all of his attention. He could feel the power of my guns, since they were easily holding him in the air, but looking at their power – taking in their hugeness and beauty along with knowing what they could do – that’s what turned him on even more. It was like he was some kind of tactile learner, who needed to see and experience things to believe them. But he definitely loved it when things looked powerful. I could again feel his cock twitching for joy as he gazed at my tensed arms. There’s something special that happens to a mature muscle man when he figures out some young thing is attracted to his daddy strength and size. It’s hard to explain, but there’s a switch that goes on inside the big man’s head and he instantly intuits what will make the other guy happy. I’m pretty sure it comes with age and not just from being big. I’ve seen some big men in my life that had no idea how to please little fellas. But give a muscleman some years and a whole lot of experience and the wisdom flows as easily as a posing routine. My dick registered the little pup’s reaction to my tensed arms way before my brain did. It’s like the synapses from what my hands were feeling and all that my eyes were witnessing decided to go south first, alerting my cock to potential pleasure before it did the same for my brain. The pup’s expression as he gaped upon my massive biceps signified another hurdle had been leapt over in this little muscle tango he and I were doing. I was passing some test, moving to the next round, and being moved to the front of the class in this guy’s opinion – and that was just as important as him getting to new levels in my estimation. In order for a young small buck to want to be controlled, subdued, or dominated he needs to trust his master completely. He’s got to want his master completely. I learned a long time ago there are guys out there that say they love big men, but I quickly realized they knew nothing about true muscle worship. Let me give all my big muscled brothers a little word of advice – if you come across small dudes who think that worshipping your big bod is only about them touching or you flexing please turn around and run. For one thing, the verbal ascent to worship needs to be intense and should almost equal the final explosion. A true worshipper is not afraid to talk about your huge muscles or their thirst for said mounds of beef. A sure sign of a lousy worshipper is a silent worshipper. Another way of weeding out unsuccessful worshippers is listening close to their terminology. If a small dude can only say ‘I love your fucking huge arms’ and ‘Wow, what a giant chest,’ it’s more than likely you have only a muscle whore on your hands. Don’t get me wrong – there’s a place for muscle whores in every big man’s life, but they aren’t meant to be long term. They’re good when you want to just get a superficial boost to your ego. These guys are what I call the lightweights. They usually shoot their loads before you even get fully charged – mainly because they just love bulges – and not what has gone into making those bulges. These shallow dudes will squirt all over the place as soon as you flex a little or let them touch your body. Rarely are they concerned about you getting off and the thought of you being a little rough makes them go nelly screaming out of your apartment. Like I said before, there’s a place for such guys in the world – but I’ve grown wise in my old age and I’ve learned to look for something much more substantial – something a lot deeper. A true muscle daddy worshipper appreciates your wisdom as much as he appreciates your size. He’s into your bulges – I guarantee that – but he’s just as excited about seeing how those muscles influence your daddy psyche, as well. The guys that turn out to be keepers need their big man to be three-dimensional. The little pup’s said, “He, of course, needs to have the body from hell, but he better have the attitude from hell, too.” I’m not talking about being some ax murderer or psychopath – I mean the muscled dude has to have a cockiness that enables him to squeeze his pup’s neck hard for a greeting or can make flirts back away from his pup with just a low growl or an intense stare. If a young stud is a real worshipper he’ll be looking for the daddies that have the third aspect of a complete package – the big man has to have experience. This is why most young men can’t reach true muscle daddy-om. They don’t have the years that make them fantastic kissers, charming beyond your wildest dreams, pro sexual athletes, and – most importantly – men with a sixth sense about exactly what will make their pup happy. It’s, of course, rare that such specific and powerfully-charge individuals can find each other, but it does happen. I knew many couples that were living in daddy-pup bliss and had been for years. Unfortunately, that special prize had eluded me for all of my life. I had been with some fantastic guys – but most of them had merely turned out to be muscle whores. They were into my hard beef, but could not have cared less about my thoughts, my wisdom, or my need to truly dominate a guy. Let’s stop and get one thing straight – the word dominate has gotten a bad rap in recent years. Everyone views it as something negative or demeaning. I think the great work in the area of spousal abuse had really brought the wrong kind of attention to the type of domination I’m referring to. In the muscle daddy world – to dominate means there first had to be an invitation. It’s like the big man is standing on the side of the ballroom and he only enters the dance if some young pup walks up to him and asks. That’s why most of my evenings with so-called muscle worshippers merely ended in them getting off on my massiveness. That’s all they wanted. But it can be so much more – it can be so much more empowering to be dominated. It’s when that special someone trusts you so completely and needs you so completely that they actually request you to become something special for them – something more powerful. That’s when the true magic happens. That’s when lives change. And what’s crazy – what you might not fully understand – is that the dominator is subdued, as well. He becomes a slave to his pup. There’s no way for you to fully understand until it happens to you, but let’s just say that you give up all rational thought when you become somebody’s full fledge muscle daddy. You become their protector, their trainer, their disciplinarian, and so much more – but you also become tied to them in a way that all the fucking strength in your body could not undo no matter how hard you try. You become theirs as much as they become yours. So, you can see how thrilling it could be to pass certain hurdles in this dance the young pup and I were doing. I could feel my own heart swelling with hope – with anticipation over what the next few hours could bring. I had been on the precipice many times before – only to be a solo jumper, the would-be pup preferring the safety of the ledge instead of joyously falling into the abyss of true muscle worship. My fantasies of what might be had taken me to some other place and the pup had finally torn his eyes away from my bulging arms to notice (another sign of a true worshipper – caring about what was happening with the daddy). He wanted to bring me back into the glorious here and now. “And what’s your name, sir?” he asked, clearly knowing full well what the word at the end of his sentence would do to me. To a muscle daddy – a good one – hearing the word ‘sir’ sends a jolt to his balls that equals the electricity it takes to light up a small town. My mother always made me use the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to show that I was raised right and I think it is a very similar situation when pup’s say ‘sir.’ This dude was sending me a message with a simple three-letter word. He wanted me to know that he was raised right when it came to respect and adoration of elders. He also wanted me to know that he had some basic knowledge in the world of submission. Since gay men were now allowed to live such open lives the new ‘in the closet’ was when it came to fetishes. Gay men today had learned to talk in code to make clear what they were into – or what they weren’t into. The word ‘sir’ was definitely part of the muscle daddy worshipping scene – and it was used frequently to help others know if they could proceed with their flirting or not. The pup was clearly inviting me to move to the next level of our ever-evolving understanding of each other. We were peeling back the layers of the onion until we got to the core – the place where we both would be free to assume the roles we both desperately wanted. Each of us, however, knew to take it slowly. One false step could ruin the entire dance and we were definitely far too engaged in the glorious ball to let that foolishly happen. “People call me Butch,” I replied. “Of course they do,” he said seriously. “I’m glad to know your name, but I think I’ll just call you ‘sir’ if that’s okay with you.” There was that word again. My cock thumped against his hard-on. He felt it – I could tell by the smile that sprang to his face. My body had betrayed me. It gave away in a clear and precise way what that word did to me. I could see that he was overjoyed to recognize that fact. I got the feeling my little pup was checking off some list in his head as he got to know me better in the same way I was doing it for him. This seemed to solidify our connection even more. He, of course wasn’t going to be a total gentleman and let my body’s involuntary jolt of pleasure go without being alluded to. “You deserve the respect, sir,” he said, emphasizing the last word on purpose – and smiling even more when my cock again throbbed noticeably. “I know I do,” I shot back – my cock was uncontrollably reacting to this guy’s tone of respect, but that didn’t mean he was in charge. Cockiness was one of the three supports of being a muscle daddy and I could call on that reservoir of confidence whenever I wanted. I truly knew how incredible I was – and not only did it make me sure of myself, it also helped me to shower that same feeling on others. “I get the feeling you can be the perfect respectful pup.” I had anticipated his lust for that certain word correctly. His entire body shook with revealing pleasure – a response similar to mine. We both realized another hurdle had been easily sailed over. I loved the fact that he had to close his eyes – until the joyous jolt of worshipper euphoria passed. I wondered briefly if he was also saying a silent prayer to the muscle gods in hopes the beefy older dude holding him might be the real deal. I added my own plea to Mount Olympus or wherever for the same thing. I was beginning to worry that I was moving beyond a point of return. I was so hopeful about this pup I was beginning to worry that I might be projecting a lot of his reactions. I tried to be reasonable and realistic, but it was hard when all the signs pointed to your desired end.

Cockring Chapter 7 – Men in the Attic Jack couldn't help but to play with Brian's still turgid cock. "Something is going on with you man." "You think so?" Brian retorted while trying to adjust to what had just happened to his body. Chad continued to analyze the data from Brian. He was totally puzzled by what he'd seen and wanted to observe more but Brian was no longer in range of the camera. He waited as he went over possible causes and continued to listen to the audio from the attic camera. "You're body is pumped up incredibly like you've been on steroids or something." Jack added as he began stroking Brian's cock. "I feel pumped up too, just like the last time this happened." Brian's mind was trying to figure out any similarities between the two events. "This happened before? So you didn't gain the muscle from your workout." "Some of it was from my exercise. After the last occurrence I managed to add a couple of pounds of muscle, but not like this." "Just how much have you gained since last time?" Brian stretched out his arms and shoulder as he looked side to side admiring the changes to date, "I've gained ten pounds of solid muscle since the last attic party." "Yeah, I figured about that much, and it looks to me like you just packed on about ten more in the last few minutes." Jack put his second hand end to end around Brian's cock confirming his suspicions about Brian's cock growth as well. "No wonder my skin feels so tight." Brian ran his hands over his muscular frame, feeling the changes. "Looks like my veins are going to bust through my skin too." "Was that when your cock got larger too?" Jack questioned as he began double fisting Brian's massive cock end to end. "I guess so, I actually hadn't noticed until you pointed it out earlier tonight." "I got a news flash for you Brian. Your cock is easily ten inches now." Jack paused his stroking long enough for Brian to see his new size as measured by how much his cockhead extended past Jack's hands. "Shit! That's so fuckin wild. Not only is it longer, but I've never felt so powerfully horned and ready to fuck like this before." He takes a deep breath which expands his enlarged chest. Looking down as his powerful pecs and then to Jack. "My muscles have never had such a totally pumped feeling like this from any of my workouts either." Jack intensified his efforts double fisting Brian as others gathered around to watch the big man getting milked. Brian's muscles tensed as his body reacted to the intense orgasm building. The men surrounding him urged him on as they ran their hands over his hard muscled body. It seemed like there were hands everywhere, touching caressing, pinching his nips, squeezing his balls. "Fuck man, I'm going to cum again!" Brian yelled as he shot volley after volley of his thick cream all over Jack and the others around him. "You're a dam cum factory tonight Bri, that's your third load already." Shouted one of the leather buddies standing nearby, "I got to have some of that." Jack and the others rubbed the creamy substance all over Brian’s abs, chest and arms. "You look fuckin ready to take on another hot ass." "Dam right I am. I'm still so fuckin hard and pumped up." Brian looked at the others to see if anyone was ready to take his load. "Looks like it's going to be a fucking good night, so who wants it man?" Inside Brian really knew more than he let on. This was the second time he'd experienced this kind of muscular growth, since the cockring became part of his life. If only he could figure out all the variables that triggered the growth. Chad was even more confused after analyzing the data from the hot sling action and listening in to the jack off session that followed. He reviewed the video and was amazed to see just how much Brian had grown physically. Twenty pounds of new muscle, if he had heard correctly what had been stated. It was more than the cockring was supposed to be capable of doing. He'd really have to do some research to find out just what was going on. Meanwhile, he wished ever more so that he was at that party. Before the leather buddies or anyone else could step in, Michael showed up. He was the owner of the house and rarely participated in the attic parties so his presence meant something was going on. Jack moved off as Michael sat down by Brian and began to caress Brian's muscled body. He licked his lips as he slowly ran his hands over the broad powerful shoulders and down Brian's muscled arms. Brian flexed as Michael paused briefly to admire the deep sinuous muscles of each arm. Slowly he reached over and place one hand on each of Brian's mounds of taunt pectoral muscle. Brian inhaled deeply so Michael could feel them expand and contract as his chest heaved forth. Michael took note then quickly took Brian's nips between his thumbs and fingers and pinched them hard with a twisting motion. Brian moaned and his cock throbbed in reaction. "Fuck, how'd you know I loved my nips worked over?" "I've been watching. I know you like to be watched and appreciated, to have your body worshiped as only a man can." Michael continued as his hand made its way down the ridges of Brian's abs following the love trail to his huge erection. "Now you're going to really see what a talented man can do for you." Michael bent low and began to suck Brian's cock. Inch by inch it slowly disappeared inside Michael's mouth. "Oh, fuck!" Brian screamed as he realized Michael was swallowing hard, trying to take the cock head into his throat. "Fuck it’s squeezing so tight, you're not going to be able to breathe." As Chad listened to the action he noticed there was activity starting at the empty sling. Several guys seemed to be adjusting it so the head was much higher than normal and the bottom end was lowered. It was hardly the normal position for a guy to get fucked easily. "Let me worry about that." Michael was an expert it seemed. He could manage breathing in perfect timing with his ingestion of Brian's cock. Michael kept swallowing deeper and deeper. An intensely rhythmic action that allowed him to take Brian in deeper each time and then release enough to allow Michael to get a breath of air. "Oh, Shit!" Brian exclaimed, "No one has ever taken my cock that deeply before!" "I'm going to have all of it in me before you cum." Michael increased his sucking action as he took Brian’s cock in and out, over and over." Now, with only a couple inches to go, he reached up, grabbed Brian's hands and placed them on his throat as he took another deep breath of air. "Feel how your cock is stretching out my neck as I take it deeper and deeper." "Feels like you're throat is going to squeeze the cum out any time now." Brian replied as his breathing deepened. Another quick breath and Michael adds, "Just like a python swallowing its prey down whole." "No fuckin way?” Brian's balls contracted up and the cum shot out as he felt his cock head swell up inside Michael's throat. "Fu-c-c-c-k-k-k-k-k!" Michael had no choice but to ingest every drop as there was no means for it to go anywhere else. But then, he wanted it that way. His own cock spasmed and shot in rhythm to Brian's, as he devoured the pulsing monster cock shooting load after load deep in his throat. Chad was going crazy. The system had just registered two more huge climaxes from Brian and yet he couldn't see what was going on. He wanted to be there himself to see his alpha stud in action and maybe get some more of himself. Michael extricated himself from Brian's cock with a big gasping breath. "Didn't know if I'd be able to hold my breath much longer stud." Duane told Jack to get Brian something to drink. He figured now was their chance to play out a special group scene they'd planned for tonight. Jack went downstairs as Michael leaned in and spoke softly in Brian's ear. "Next time I want you to fuck me in my bedroom." "Cool, I'd like that too." Brian wondered why Michael never got fucked in the attic, but only in his bedroom. In fact he rarely participated in the parties and no one who was ever invited would talk about it after. His thought was lost as Jack stumbled, according to plan, spilling the drink all over Brian's chest. "Dam, sorry about that Brian." Jack said apologetically as the leather couple grabbed Brian by his arms and pulled him to his feet. "We'll clean it up for you Jack." They proceeded to lap up the liquid from Brian's body as they paid special attention to his erect nips. Sucking and nipping at them with their teeth as Brian became increasingly aroused again. They knew what they wanted and just how to get Brian's next load. Dan was the smaller of the two but carried a solid build with very little fat anywhere on his frame except around his waist. Duane was taller, with dark hair and a football players' build. He was proud of his hairy face and body which really made him look like the biker he was. The two had developed their own private set of nonverbal signals and used them to get the most out of any sexual encounter. They could be screaming 'Stop', and the other would know if it was for real or if it really meant 'fuck me harder'. In this way they kept the element of surprise from the third guy. Brian wouldn't have a clue what they had in store for him until it was too late. Dan worked his was down Brian's torso inch by inch, feeling every muscle and sineau along the way. His hands traced the ridges in Brian's six pack as he opened his mouth to envelope Brian's massive cock head. He savored the salty sweet cum still dripping from Brian's last explosive release. Meanwhile, Duane was busy probing Brian's mouth deeply with his tongue as he worked on those super sensitive, overly stimulated, nips protruding from Brian's huge, hard pecs. Brian was getting more aroused by the minute. He knew these two from past parties and loved what they were capable of doing. They seemed to read each others minds as they double teamed their efforts to seduce whoever they had in their control. Brian was pushed this way and that as Duane twisted and turn about Brian's body. He squeezed Brian's pecs, massaged his shoulders, rubbed up and down the washboard abs, as his tongue continued it's erotically invasive maneuvers ever deeper into Brian's throat. "Dan, you can take Brian's cock just as deeply as Michael did." Duane encouraged his partner. "I know you've practice and prepared for it, although it was quite this big before tonight. Just follow the plan." He winks to Dan, the signal that now is the night to play out their plan. "Fuck!” Chad yelled at the screen. The video stream from the party only showed the oddly positioned empty sling, yet he now knew that someone else was going to try to choke down Brian. A shadow appeared on the screen. Something was happening; he could see the man doing something to the sling frame. "I'll need you to get Brian ready, Duane." Dan signaled back to Duane. "Like this?” Duane replied as he pulled Brian backward quickly. "Get him!" "What the hell?" Brian's arms flew up and back, thinking he was falling backward to the floor, but instead he landed in the sling. "Wow, I thought...” Was all Brian could get out before he became aware that Duane, Dan and two others had bound his wrists up high and wide over his head, his legs were bound just above the knee and spread wide fully exposing his raging cock. The sling had been adjusted to form an almost upright leather chair. He struggled and pulled against the leather straps binding him to the sling frame , only to realize that he wasn't going to break free. "Fuck, I don't know what you got in mind, but you better get me off soon. You two always drive me wild." "We know; that's why we planned this little scene just for you." Dan replied. "You'll have to wait and see." "Yeah, we've been planning this one since the last attic party." Duane added. Dan slowly eyed the straining muscles on Brian's body head to toe. "Only we didn't have a clue you'd get this bulked up in the mean time." "Yeah, you muscled up so much we had to get Wes and Jack to help us out." Duane patted each of them on the back. "You guys did great." Chad's eyes were glued to the display. He couldn't believe how much more muscled Brian had become since he acquired him those few weeks ago. He had a hot body then, but now, fuck'n stud. "I got to find out whats causing the muscle growth to build up his body like that." He continued to watch as at least four guys started working on Brian. Duane moved around above Brian's head. "We want more of you Brian." He said as he resumed kissing and probing Brian with his long tongue. Wes and Jack each began nibbling on Brian's nips. As Dan resumed his efforts to devour Brian's raging cock. The play continued with Duane making great progress, as Brian became increasingly aroused. He strained against his bindings and his cock throbbed as his climax approached. "Get ready guys." Dan warned as his hand holding Brian's balls could feel them tightening up. "Now!" Brian knew he was ready to shoot another load. Duane pulled back momentarily and took a long, deep hit on a bottle of poppers. Brian began to inhale deeply so he could vocalize his building need to explode. But instead of air he got Duane exhalation, heavily laden with the vapors deep into his lungs. Brian felt Duane holding his nostrils shut as he refused to let him release the potent air. He winched with pain as Wes and Jack bit down on his nips. Then Dan forced his mouth down deeply over Brian's spasming cock while he squeezed the huge balls forcing another massive load of cum deep to burst forth. Dan held out as long as he could swallowing as much of the thick cream as possible. "Ack, Ack, Ack" Dan coughed as he gagged out the excess cum and fell back onto the floor. Wes and Jack bent over taking turns sucking down as much of erupting cum while they finished milking their own dicks. The four were amazed at the volume of cum spewing everywhere as they enjoyed the performance that Brian was putting on. His body spasmed and bounced in the sling as wave after wave of cum shot forth. Several times it looked like he was flexing a pose for a body building contest or something, with every muscle in his body gorged with blood, veins popping as he strained against the bonds. "That was incredible, guys." Duane exclaimed with his raspy voice. "Dan you're next?" Duane walked around and stood before Dan, still on his knees, only now with his back to Brian in the sling. "Yeah, unlike the rest of you, I'm still ready to unload just like Brian did." He gloated as Dan began to swallow his dick. Wes and Jack reached across Brian and continued to work on each others dick. Duane grabbed the sling frame as he bucked his dick in and out of Dan's throat. Looking down he noticed Brian's still erect cock, still dripping wet with saliva and his own cum. He pulled Dan to his feet and forced him back. Wes reached over and guided Brian's cock to the center of Dan's moist love hole. Dan's eyes went wide as his talented ass was quickly invaded by the pre-lubed monster behind him. "How's that, Dan?" Duane snickered, "now finish me off." Dan bent forward and took Duane's dick back into his mouth, sucking him hard. He was used to taking his man, but with the addition of Brian's massive hard cock splitting his ass open, it was more than he ever imagined he could handle. Duane grabbed Dan just below his arm pits and see-sawed him forward onto his cock and then back onto Brian's cock, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Dan was frantically struggling to hold on. He wanted to get Duane off, but wasn't sure how much more his ass could take. His own dick stiffened as his load shot out onto the floor and all over Duane's legs. Feeling this, Duane released his cum as Dan struggled to swallow the sweet nectar. Dan fell back as Jack pushed Brian forward. Dan totally impaled himself on Brian's huge thick cock. He screamed in pain just as it exploded yet another load of thick cream into his firm ass. Dan slowly extracted himself from Brian's shaft as the cum poured out of his ass. Finally free he stood up and gave Duane a big hug. He slowly turned and looked down on Brian, still bound in the sling. Incredibly, he was still fully erect. He looked to Wes and then to Jack. Wes and Jack also noticed that Brian was still hard as steel and his monster cock looked powerful and ready for even more action. A sly smile came upon their faces as they gave a partial nod to Dan. This was their signal indicating it was time for the three of them to turn things around on Duane. Together they had decided to seize the next opportunity to give Duane a taste of what it’s like to be a bottom. Dan pushed Duane back toward Brian in the swing, but he swiftly turns to prevent running into Brian. Just then Dan grabs him around the chest in a tight bear hug from behind, as Wes and Jack each take a leg and heave them over either side of Brian's torso. Duane is now straddling Brian's abs. He reaches up and grabs the overhead frame supporting the sling. He pulls himself up and off of Brian's abs trying to get away. "I don't bottom, guys!" Duane boldly states while adjusting his grip on the frame only to realize his grip now slipping. "What the fuck?" "We lubed that part of the frame in case you grabbed it." Dan retorts as Duane falls back directly onto Brian's cock, perfectly guided in position by Jack. "AAAARRRRRRGGGG" Duane yells as the thick cock head plunges through and his ass slowly begins sinking down several inches onto Brian's huge bull cock. Duane tries to resist the invading monster, but the more he moves the deeper the penetration. Inch by inch it slowly plows up inside his virgin ass. Chad watches intently on the monitor. He can't believe the stamina of Brian. Knowing he's already unloaded six times and likely going to make it seven. He begins to feel more than a little jealous that so many others are enjoying Brian and not paying for their pleasure. Chad realizes that maybe Brian could be the ultimate alpha stud of all his acquisitions. Brian flexes his muscles beneath Duane's weight, driving his cock up even deeper into the tight virgin ass. He's always wanted to see what Duane's bubble but would feel like, but he respected the top too much to force him to bottom. This was different. It wasn't his doing, but planned and executed by Dan and Brian wasn't going to ignore the opportunity. Wes and Jack love the total erotic action of it all. They could see that Duane was coming around and enjoying getting fucked. Wes bends over and begins to nibble on one of Brian's nips while jacking his own dick with his other hand. Jack takes the hint and follows suit working on Brian's other nip. Dan reaches around Duane and starts jacking off his partner’s dick. The five of them seem to get their rhythms synchronized as everyone is building toward another climax. Meanwhile Duane indeed has been awakened to the pleasures of getting fucked. His ass is more than simply enjoying the masculine intrusion of this muscle studs cock. "Yeah, give it to me Brian." He doesn't want it to end. "Fuck, I never knew it could feel so incredible. Fill me up with that monstrous bull fuck muscle, man." He runs his hands over Brian's shoulder and down his lats as the intruding cock plunges ever deeper inside his body. He can feel it protruding deep up inside. "More!, I want more of it." Chad's erection gets out of control as he watches the incredibly hot erotic action. He wants to be there, taking part in the draining of Brian and getting fucked and sucked by the group. He can't help but pump his own dick as his heart speeds up. "Give it to him Brian!" Chad yells at the screen. Realizing that he can participate and contribute to the scene, he triggers the ring to force a fail safe event. The immediate surge causes Brian to buck up even deeper into Duane. Brian's whole body is shaking as he strains against his binds. His cock swells up thickening as it grows longer and he plunges even deeper inside of Duane. "F-u-c-k!" Chad screams as he unloads all over his desk. As his arousal settles down he realizes that Brian's body didn't grow this time. "Shit man, feels like you're tearing me up inside!" Duane screams, but with a look of pure euphoric pleasure on his face. His cock starts erupting his load all over Brian, Wes and Jack. "Shit!" Duane screams in torment as the pleasurable pain takes him over the top. Wes steps back, "oh yeah, got mine for you too." As he adds his load to the mix and so does Jack. Cum is flowing all over Brian’s chest and running down onto the ridges of his six pack abs. "Here you go Brian." Jack scoops up a handful of cum from Brian’s abs and slathers it in Brian's mouth. "Lap it up man." Brian swallows the bitter sweet mix and that is all it takes as his body stiffens head to toe briefly and then violently bucks up and down like a bull in a rodeo. His cock hammering Duane's ass even more, as he unleashes yet another load of man juice into him. Duane, still enjoying the action yells out, "Yee Haw! Can I ride a bull or what?" He reaches down and slaps both his hands down hard on Brian's ass. "Fuck me anytime, stud." He reaches up and releases Brian's hand as Dan unbuckles his thighs. Chad watches the screen intently. He doesn't want to miss his chance to observe Brian's cock size once Duane pulls free. Duane wraps his hands around Brian's powerful shoulders and pulls himself up, sliding slowly up his cum slick abs, as he dismounts Brian's cock. Pulling out carefully inch by inch as he suddenly is very much aware of the massive sized tool that he took inside. "Dam, feels like a fucking baseball bat getting pulled out of me." Brian smiles proudly at the baseball bat comment to his size. He wonders if the growth will be gone in the morning or if it'll last. Also, just how long it'll take him before he learns how to use the cockring to make himself grow even larger and more muscular when he chooses. "Come on now, just a little more. Keep pulling. Fuck look at all the cum running down it." Chad is going crazy with the suspense. Duane stops suddenly, wincing in pain. "Only the head of your big bull cock to go. Feels like the suction is going to pull my ass inside out." Chad adjusts the screen for a better view. "Fuck'n huge! Over four hours and his cock still looks hard as steel!" "Let me help." Wes offers as he wraps an arm around Duane and pulls him to the side. A popping sound lets everyone around know Duane's been freed. "Shit, maybe I'll have to think about that fuck me anytime offer." Duane jokes. Dan can't help but laugh. "Doubt any cowboy could get thrown off once mounted on that bull cock. Bet you're going to walk bull legged for quite awhile too." Chad quickly saves a screen capture for future reference. "This kind of growth isn't supposed to happen. I've got to figure out what’s gone wrong." He watches as Brian gets up out of the sling, stretching the muscles in his arms and legs which have been bound up a bit too long. Brian reaches down to massage his quads where they were bound to the sling. He works out a knot just above the right knee and then traces the cut between the vastus medialis and lateralis and rectus femorous. He examines the same definition in his left leg before running his hands up past his erection to his abs. Chad licks his lips as he watches Brian collects some of the cum off his body and lick it off his fingers. He reaches down to get more of the thick fluid as the muscular stairway guy who grabbed his towel off earlier that evening steps closer. "I'd like some of that if you don't mind." he flatly states. "Help yourself," Brian replies. "I'm Brian, didn't catch your name before." "Eric, I'm visiting from New York and got to say you've put on one hell of a show tonight." He scoops up two handfuls of the creamy substance from Brian's chest. Puts one hand in his mouth sucking it clean like a popsicle and the other hand goes into Brian's mouth. "Thanks", Brian replies. "Looks like you've put in some time at the gym too." Brian runs his hand over Eric's shoulder as Eric stoops down and begins licking the remaining cum off Brian's abs. "Fuck, your tongue is driving me wild." "I'm glad you're enjoying it. A man who obviously spends as much time in the gym as you do, needs to be devoured!" He straightens up as his tongue licks past Brian's nips, to his neck. They embrace chest to chest and kiss each other deeply with Brian's cock standing upright between the two men. Eric frees himself and reaches down to grab Brian's cock. "You going to be willing to let me enjoy a workout session on this muscle too?" "You know it!" Brian points over toward the corner of the room. "Over on the examination table?" "No, no, no, I can't see over there." Chad pleads to the computer screen. "Wait? The camera is following them. Someone else must want to watch them." Eric hops up on the examination table and puts his feet into the stirrups as he lays back, pulling Brian on top of him. "Fill me up big bull man." Brian reaches down and deftly guides his huge love muscle toward Eric's lubed ass opening. He pushes gently at first to stretch Eric out a little and to let him feel the pressure building. Then forcing his cock head harder and deeper until his it opens Eric up enough to and slips inside. "SHIT!" Eric slams his hands against Brian's pecs and pushes back against him. "Hold it there a minute Brian. I need to get accustomed to your girth. You know you're not just incredibly long but extra thick too!" Eric's expression begins to show he is relaxing and adjusting to Brian's size. "I can't stand just sitting here watching all this." Chad remarks as he continues to monitor Brian on the system as the hot sex scene plays out. "He just unload totally on that last guy. How can he have anymore?" Brian can't wait any longer and begins the slow penetration of Eric inch by inch, ever so slowly, working in and out, deeper and deeper, enjoying every moment. The tightness of Eric's ass is incredible the way it hugs his cock shaft like a two fisted grip. Eric really has enormous control of his glutes, making them squeeze and pull as Brian works deeper inside. His arousal heightens as he steadily bores deeper and faster into Eric. "Fuck this shit." Chad shouts to the screen, suddenly noticing that the system timer indicates the failsafe activation he initiated is still active and has plenty of time left. Another activation before the expiration would register as a double event. "This could be real fun and I can test my theory on the cockring malfunction. I doubt even Brian can handle another double event this soon." "Fuck Bri, I'm not sure how much more I can take. How deep inside me are you now?" Brian looks Eric in the eyes, stops his penetration as he bends forward and works on Eric's nips. "I'm well over half way into you so far. You feel so tight, it's incredible." He plants his tongue deeply into Eric's hot mouth, working it slowly deep into his throat. Brian was always one who loved deep kissing. He always wished he could get his tongue deep enough into a guys throat to feel past his tonsils. It ranks right behind nip play as erotic arousal turn-on. After several minutes of kissing with Brian's tongue probing ever deeper into his throat, Eric breaks his mouth away briefly. "Ok, I'm ready to take more." "Finally," Chad remarks, "I was afraid to run out of time before Brian was in the guy totally." "You sure?" Brian questions, not waiting for the answer before resuming his assault. Only this time he begins a faster non-rhythmic pumping action. "Yes, and this time don't stop. No matter what I say or do." As if Brian had any intention of stopping before he got off. "You got it man." With each stroke he can sense the torment in Eric's ass. It tightens around Brian's cock shaft making it feel like Eric is trying to milk his load out, stroke after stroke. "Come on Brian," As Chad notes the timer has only 2 minutes left, "Stop wasting time and fuck the shit out of him." "Dam, I want it all!" The deep penetrating pain mixes with the heightened sense of eroticism from the overwhelming masculine onslaught. Eric's thrown into uncontrolled sexual frenzy each time the ridge of Brian's huge cock head passes over his prostrate. Then struggling to fight off the stretching surge of pain as the massive cock head opens up new depths inside of him. He struggles with each stoke to take more of Brian. "Give it to me, man!" By now others were standing around cheering them on while watching the action, as they jacked themselves or each other. Making comments about Eric being a man enough to take Brian or to Brian about knowing how to really enjoy exercising his muscles or his monster cock. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Brian shouts as he pumps ever deeper. "You've got it all now Eric." "That's what I've been waiting for." Chad pushes the button, sending the fail safe activation signal to Brian's cockring. "Arrgghh!" Brian screams as his whole body rocks with the surge caused by the cockring. His chest heaves up as his arms flail out. The muscles in his back and shoulders expand increasing the wide V shape to his torso. "Son of a bitch!" one of the guys exclaims. "What the hell's going on!" Another adds. Still others are wondering if Brian is on steroids or some other body building drug. "No one can increase muscle mass like that." Chad is glued to his computer as this time he watches Brian's body grow almost instantly before his eyes. Brian feels his glutes seize as his hamstrings and quads increase in size. His already monstrous cock surges larger as it plunges and expands even deeper in Eric. "Stop! Stop, Brian!" Eric screams as his dick own dick releases a massive load and tears well up in his eyes. Brian can hardly stop, let alone get a sentence out of his mouth. "c..aa..nn't" His skin feels like its tearing open as his muscles grow even larger. He can feel the additional tightness around his cock increasing to painful levels as his cock grows and embeds itself even deeper within poor Eric. "This is incredible! It's the double fail safe events that cause the growth. I've got to find out just why this is happening and if something is wrong with the cockring or if Brian is different somehow. The pain eases and Brian begins to take stock of this latest event just as he passes out and slumps on top of Eric. Chad watches as several naked men move in and begin to work out how to remove Brian. Chad starts estimating measurements from what he can see on the monitor. He was 165 pounds when I got him but he's got to be nearly 200 pounds of solid muscle now. The several men struggled to pull Brian up off Eric. Once they got him up enough, they worked to slowly extract his monstrous cock from Eric. He screamed in pain as Brian's huge cock worked like a piston causing a massive suction inside Eric. It seems to take forever, but once out they laid Brian back on the sling as the camera panned following his movement. Chad watched, wondering who was controlling the camera, as he continued to take more estimates of Brian's body. The measurements weren't making sense, so he had to retake them. On the second round he confirmed they were accurate. He sat back in his chair pondering the events and what could possibly be the cause of Brian's growth. "What the hell? Just when I thought I had the perfect alpha stud, something goes wrong." Michael, the host, pans the camera to another hot scene with the two leather men as a frustrated Chad turns to his computer system to try and find some answers.

We're at the halfway point and by the views my first story is going great. Thanks for the views Camp Myosin Part 4 Day 36 This week has been great; I was the first to do something that no one else has done. I started the day by going around without my shirt. It felt a bit tight anyway and why should I hide my new muscles. I got a bunch of stares and left some hard-ons in the mess hall after I had my breakfast. I even got a compliment from that hard-ass Jorge as we went through the morning workout saying that I was looking bigger. It wasn’t until later in the day that I saw a bunch of other campers took off the shirts, obviously my cabin mates joined me in the shirtlessness. Fred’s stomach looks like a roid gut now, and it showed some signs of abs appearing. Robert was still the smallest of us, but he was filling out nicely looking like an amateur bodybuilder. Bill caught up to our height, but he still looked cocky enough that he was wider than me muscle wise, but I was heavier than he is. Sam and Ben looked about the same size as, but Sam had bigger quads and Ben had bigger arms. Seeing all this muscle was giving me a hard-on, but I can see that I was doing the same to them. It was also during this week that I notice some campers disappearing for a while, and then coming back looking satisfied. It was worse at night in the cabins; during sleep I could hear the noise of some moans from the other campers, like they were having sex. Funny thing is, that I was also affected, because I awoke to find that I jizzed my pants. I grabbed some clean underwear, shorts, and my towel, and quickly ran to the showers to clean myself. While taking a shower, I noticed my muscles and as I was soaping them up, it felt really good to touch them, especially my cock. It was weird, not bad weird, but good weird. As I finished my shower and put on my new clothes, I walked out to see Big Dan walking on the campgrounds. Without a shirt on! He saw me and was walking towards me. I didn’t notice before, but he does look better without his shirt, I don’t know why, though. He told me that I started a trend and now some of the employees are going without a shirt, himself included. Then he placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that I was getting bigger and looking really good. To hear such a compliment from a big guy like him, I couldn’t help but blush and I heard him say to keep growing as he left with a wink. When I saw him leave, I was staring at his muscular ass and realize that I got a hard-on. What got me wondering though was why I didn’t feel embarrassed about it. It’s probably nothing to worry about. Later Journal Day 43 Journal, I would not ever forget this week. It started with seeing the employees now going shirtless, the only exception was Gustav, but that’s because he had to wear an apron. And Matt is the only one who would wear speedos, and he did give us some to wear for when we want to go swimming, since all of our old bathing suits can’t fit us now, due to our muscular lower body. I started to notice something from the employees, whenever they look at us; I see some kind of semblance that they were getting boners. Maybe we were looking better than we thought if we were giving those guys a hard-on. I also notice that our cabin had the biggest guys out of the whole camp. The guys in the Delta Cabin looked like lightweight bodybuilders, those in Gamma Cabin looked like they were middleweight bodybuilders, and then those in Beta Cabin looked like light heavyweight bodybuilders. Finally, we of Alpha Cabin looked like super heavyweight bodybuilders, bordering on the size of the professional bodybuilders. It was great and weird at the same time. All this huge muscle felt really good, especially in the gym and when the campers saw my boner in the gym, I made a comment saying that it meant I had a great workout. I thought it was time to talk to Dan about what was going on. I haven’t been here since that incident that night 2 weeks ago. I never forgot that scene, and sometimes when I need to masturbate, I remember that scene to help me explode. Back then it worried me, but now it felt hot to remember. What was happening to me to make me feel so open about that? I knocked on Dan’s door and asked if I could come in and he said it was okay. I walked in and saw big Dan looking somewhat sexy, wearing just his shorts. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and Dan snapped me back to reality by asking me what was wrong. I told about how were growing big at an rapid pace and how we were feeling more open about our bodies and I told him about the time that I heard him in the building that one night. Dan just sighed and said that we shouldn’t feel ashamed about our bodies. He walked closer to me and stated that we had big bodies, that guys would work years for to get close to. He also reminded me that we were being prepared for when we are going to be counselors ourselves in other camp areas so we had to look the part. I completely forgot about that reason for the camp, but it didn’t explain the sexual feelings that were building up in all of us. He walked in closer and complemented my growing physique, before I could ask. He went on to say that my muscles were looking mighty big and before I knew he was up in my face. He first touched my shoulders and said that it looked like cannonballs. I wanted to stop him from touching me, but I didn’t say anything. He then went on to say that my pecs were looking big and meaty and asked if I could bounce them. I bounced them and moaned softly when he groped my muscle. He went on to say that I was a sensitive little thing, while he kept rubbing my muscles. I couldn’t help but moan when he squeezed my huge arms, rubbed my abs, and groped my lats. I even felt him getting so close that our bulges were grinding against each other. Part of me wanted to stop and run away, but a bigger part of me wants to keep this going, and it was getting harder. Then he surprised with something that made me cum in my shorts: he kissed me on the lips. The kiss felt so right that I wanted to keep it going forever. I raised my hands and started to roam around Dan’s muscles, squeezing and rubbing as much as I can. Dan stopped the kiss and said to keep feeling his huge muscles that I would soon be his size. I went on to lick his huge muscles that I didn’t notice that he pulled down my shorts and jockstrap and was nude before him. He then said to pull his shorts down and it was a struggle to get them down over his big thighs. I got them down and saw that his cock flopped up to his abs. He looked awesome, being nude like that, with his cock going to the top of his abs. Then he picked me up and placed me on my back on his desk. Then he raised my legs up to his shoulders and aimed his huge dick at my asshole. I knew at that point that I wanted it and I said “Go for it”. He slammed his dick into me and I moaned loudly at the pain and pleasure of it. He leaned forward and kissed me again to keep me from yelling and his hips were moving rapidly like he was really hoping for this to happen. He then said that was going to cum and I was prepared for it. Or so I thought. When he exploded into me, there was some overflow and some seeped out of my ass. It was so great that I cummed again and some of it got onto Dan’s abs. With one finger, he took some of my cum and licked and that action got me hard again. He said that I was a horny little fella and that it was alright to feel that way. We helped each other get dressed after we cleaned ourselves up, quite easy to dress again, when all we wore were underwear and shorts. Dan told me that if needed to talk to him about anything ever again to just come by. He gave me a wink and slapped my ass as I went out. I never forgot that day and from that point on, I saw the employees in a new light. They suddenly look sexy and I wanted to have sex with. Matt looked sexier in that small speedo, I wanted to lick some of that fine chest hair on Jorge, and I wanted to grab Aiden and worship him in the communal bathroom. It gotten to the point that when I got a boner I found a spot where I could be alone and masturbated. Sometimes I get a hard-on on purpose, just so I can feel my muscles while feeling my dick. I think it was also cause of the sex with Dan that I ate more and exercised even harder. I did double what Jorge asked of us in the push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups and I even ran up and down the hill twice with 300 pounds on the weighted vest. I ate like a beast so much that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, that I went for fourths. In the outdoor gym, I lifted so much heavier just to get my muscles bigger like Dan. I could swear that my shorts were feeling tight on me now, but I knew I looked big, buff, and sexy. Excuse me Journal, I have to end it for now, because I have a boner that needs to be taken care of, maybe Dan is still awake. G’Night Journal

Here's Part IV. Part III is yet to be written Just Dave and Me – Part IV (Part III has yet to be written. The “writing gods wanted” Part IV and V next) (See Parts I and II for important background) By [email protected] Scott Holy shit, I am bushed. Never in my wildest muscle-worshipping fantasy dreams did I think I could spend the last two hours in such total muscle, sensory and erotic overload. Dave is extraordinary as man, muscle-daddy, lover, super heavy-weight body-builder, and sex machine. And, I have never felt so protected and loved by a man in my life – and love is not too strong a word. We’ve just hit it off big time and, yet, I know deep down, that it will probably not last beyond this week. I’m committed to making the most of him right now. I am laying here, my head nestled between his massive right bicep (which he loves to flex to remind me he’s here) and his huge set of deltoids. His forearm, even unflexed, is so thick, vascular, covered in veins, and has the light touch of hair that I love. His hands are so huge and, with hairy knuckles, it was amazing feeling for him to take my already hard cock into his huge hand and squeeze and pump it. I felt like I was getting an infusion of his strength and masculinity through my cock and his calloused hands. My puny legs are entwined in two pillars of explosive muscular power. Never did I think one man, one alive man, as opposed to a man in my fantasies or morphs, could possess such bulging slabs of quad beef that wrap around each other creating all sorts of crevasses. They narrow down to his knees and then explode once again into huge calf muscles. His legs are works of art, made and carved of rock. God, I did love licking all that and wrapping my arms around one of those monsters and feeling the incredible hardness against my chest. I humped him like a dog in a fever and it felt so damn good. He responded by thrusting and re-thrusting his quad into my chest. It was so cool to gradually work myself up to his stiff cock and be told, in very specific terms, how to worship, lick and suck his monster to get him off. It was an honor to pleasure him like that, and I was rewarded with gobs of cum down my throat and all over my face and body. He’s like a fire-hose. And during all of that he was flexing, posing, and pumping…getting off on being a total sex and muscle machine. Backing Up A Couple of Hours It all started when we stopped in the hall outside the room and he did, as I had asked, and picked me up in his arms – so easily -- carrying his suitcase at the same time. What a thrill to be in the thick, hard arms of my new muscle-daddy. He had a big grin on his face because he knew he was fulfilling one of my life-long fantasies…to be carried like this. I knew he’d be carrying me even more in the days ahead. He lifted me up so gracefully and, yet, his arms just bulged out of his turtleneck even more. I didn’t know what to feel up first so I put my right arm and hand behind his neck and just felt the erupting traps and thick corded neck muscles that always seemed to be huge and hard on him. I brought my other hand up and, in a moment of deep affection, cupped his handsome face in my hand, caressing all his masculine features, day-old beard and all. He liked that very much. I traced his smile with my index finger, and he sucked, hard, on my finger. God, what would he do with my cock? Once inside, it was like both of us were possessed with indescribable passion and lust. He told me to get naked first. I couldn’t believe how hard my cock was. Then he told me I was going to strip him and do it slowly, despite the urge I had just to try to rip it all off at once, as if I had the strength to do that. Right then, I thought I really did. God, it was like unwrapping the best Christmas present I ever had. Since he had taken his jacket off at the table, I was challenged to figure out how to get a sweater up and over all his very thick arm muscles, very wide lats, huge shoulders, and massive neck. He saw that and just said “Go at it buddy, it’s what we both have been waiting for.” It wasn’t easy but, god, was it beautiful. I raised the bottom of the sweater and was treated to a visual feast of an eight pack of thick, etched ab muscles covered in a light coating of brown hair, hair that trailed down into his tight pants. I managed to get the sweater off his extended shelf of pec muscles, and they weren’t even flexed. His tits were really big and stuck out like they were hard themselves. Then it took both of us to get him out of the arms of his sweater. I was astonished and so turned on I almost came just looking at the incredible contours and veins of his forearms, biceps and triceps. I was in a hurry now, even though he told me to do this slowly. No way. He leaned his head forward and I grabbed the sweater’s neckline and pulled it all up and over his head. Holy mother of god….I was in awe. He stood there watching me, being dumbfounded, once again, until my hands started to explore his whole upper body. He is so wide and he narrows to an unbelievably small waist. It truly made him look very, very powerful. I loved the light coating of hair on his pecs and down his arms. That hair did not interfere with his definition at all. He flexed each muscle as I explored, pushed, groped, and grabbed. I went right into his cleavage with my face and started licking like there was no tomorrow and then moved over to his flexed biceps and triceps and kept licking until I had no saliva left. His pits were to die for. Hairy, corded, very deep, and with a heavy musky sent. In the meantime, my hands were groping his wide muscular back and beautiful bubble butt. I groped his back for leverage to keep pulling myself tight into his steel-casing of muscles in front. Actually, I was humping him with my whole body, again. The muscle talk between us just kept us both more stoked. Still, with his pants on, he hit a bunch of poses that drove me wild – double front biceps, left and right side chest, hands behind the head abdominal flex, back lat spread, and front lat spread. I just kept rubbing, fondling, massaging, and groping each set of muscles as he presented them to me – pose by pose. I couldn’t get enough of pushing and trying to grab onto his semi-soft cock that was hanging down his pant leg. I could see how very proud he was of his body. I knew I wanted to get his pants off quick…not only to see him totally naked in all his muscular glory, but to let that huge cock out…the thing that was now, once again, all hard and big along the inside of his right leg. I remember him telling me in the restaurant that he didn’t wear underwear. Something calmed me down and I very slowly started undoing his belt, savoring what was to come. I undid the pants hook and slowly pulled down the zipper. I glanced up at him and he just had this huge shit-eatin’ grin on his face, his hands and arms extended out from his waist in a partial flex…like a Superman pose. His beautiful pubic hair started to show, then the root of his cock. It was really thick even there. Then I just grabbed his pants, pulling them down to his shoes. His gorgeous cock popped right up, damn near straight up…which I know from reading…is a sign of plenty of virility. It hit me in the face. I’ll never forget that moment. I was in overwhelm. Not only was I in the presence of the biggest and most beautiful cock I had ever seen or imagined, but I was looking at pairs of legs that defied description – they were so big, cut and vascular. He wasn’t moving. I knew he was waiting for me. I took both my hands and wrapped them around that huge cock, one in front of the other. He was that big. I squeezed hard to feel the power, muscle and hardness of his baseball bat. I squeezed again, and again. Mostly to let myself know that I was really here, really doing this, and really feeling the real thing. I was in awe of the corded muscles that ran the length of his cock, and the web of veins, and the different colors of blue, purple, and red, especially at his crown. The ridge around his crown was very pronounced and his big glans were separated by a deep piss slit. It was gorgeous, a sight to behold. From there, we just went crazy. Once I got him out of his pants and shoes he really took charge and demanded that I worship each flexed muscle. I couldn’t do that enough, that’s for sure. Then, as I’ve mentioned, he taught me how to worship his cock muscle. It was clear that because he was far bigger than the average man, there was far more to giving him pleasure than might be ordinarily expected. And, I sure as hell wanted to please my muscle-daddy. Then, much to my surprise, he just picked me up like I was nothing and threw me onto the bed. I thought he wanted to fuck the shit out of me. Instead, he wanted to get me off. He stripped me of my clothes so fuckin’ fast. I was in a daze. Then he placed his huge body on top of mine. He could have crushed me to death and I still would have loved it. He was an expert in going after my cock and balls. No surprise there. He knew all of my sensitive male spots and took me through an amazing fore-play experience. Just when I thought I was going to pop and couldn’t hold it any longer, he took all of me into his mouth and began to give me a total cock massage with his muscular, rough tongue. It got even rougher when he gently scraped his teeth along the top and bottom of my cock. God, I was in heaven. During all of this, my hands were aggressively exploring every bulging muscle I could reach. When I exploded into his mouth, he took it all without hardly a dribble from his lips. He lay down and I crawled on top of him. God he is huge and so damn hard. He loved flexing his muscles some more as I lay on top. He got hard again, of course. I moved his big cock over underneath mine and really got into crushing my hardness against his hardness. I was fucking his cock and he reciprocated by thrusting up and fucking my cock. Again, I felt like I was merging with him….being given some of his masculine power and energy when I did that. I moved onto my side and cuddled up against his bicep and shoulder and we started to rest for a while. I was one grateful muscle-worshipper. Dave Damn, I got me one fine man here. He’s one of those guys that are just built – emotionally, mentally, and spiritually – to be a muscle-worshipper. He loves being dominated by me. And, fuck, he takes initiative – I don’t have to tell him what to do all the time. He just knows what to do – by muscle-worshipper instinct, I guess. I guess all my mass and muscles just inspire the fuck out of him. No surprise there. That’s just way guys react to being with a muscle-god like me. I’m laying here with my buddy cuddled into my side, his head on my big bicep, and thinking about how I love to be worshipped, show my big-ass muscles off, flex and pose to bring guys to orgasm, demonstrate my strength, be cocky, be an exhibitionist, and help guys like Scott have the time of their life. This surrogate stuff is right up my alley. Well, hell, I’ve always thought I had testosterone instead blood in my big veins. I loved seeing all the reactions I got from Scott, beginning with my picking him up outside the door and carrying him in. Guys both straight and gay, almost always eat that up. I understand. Hell, if I ever met a guy bigger than me, I’d want him to do the same thing for me. I know it amazed him that I did it without any effort and, yet, my muscles just bulged out the sweater even more. He certainly noticed that. I loved it when he cupped by face in his hand and explored….he had such a sensitive touch on my lips. I couldn’t help but smile and suck on his finger. It was a sight to behold Scott do the slow strip of my entire body. Although he did get quite excited and sped it up -- contrary to my command. I get that, too. My super-heavyweight massive body and my good looks – I know I’m vain – just get guys like Scott so worked up that they can’t control themselves. I know that’s why I get call-backs from the Institute to do more surrogate work with guys. Gay guys are so much more fun to be with. It’s just natural for them to go nuts over me. Straight guys have a lot more hang-ups, but some of them do get with the program if they are with me long enough. And Scott is one hell of a quick learner. He worked my big cock like there was no tomorrow. He did exactly what I told him to do. If he does it that way for other guys, word will get around and he’ll be more popular than he could have imagined. It always gets me off even more when I flex and pose while a guy is working my cock. There’s something magical about pumping up and flexing hard, and being sucked at the same time. I guess it’s a statement of the effect of being massive and having huge amounts of masculine power, dominance, and hyper-masculinity. That’s me. I know I scared him when I threw him on the bed. He thought I was going to bust his ass wide open with my pile-driving cock. I’ll certainly do that a few times this week but I know how to make it less painful for him. Then, I could tell he was shocked that I was ready to give him a blow job. He didn’t see that coming. It’s good to keep him off balance once and a while. And god knows I know how to take a guy to the limits with my tongue and my mouth. He loved feeling my muscles as I did a number on his cock. It got us both turned on. I like that about Scott, he can walk and chew gum at the same time in muscle-worshipping. His cum tasted damn good. And, he was right, he can keep it hard for a lot longer than most guys. Now, we’re taking a break. I can tell he really likes being held like this – by his big muscle-daddy -- in bed. I’m glad to oblige. I’m thinking he and I should hit the pool and turn on a few folks…create some excitement…watch girls swoon over me…and watch the guys get hard-ons in their swim trunks or, even better, in their tight little speedos that don’t hide thing. I’ll tell him to help me get my extra-large jock-strap on. He’ll like doing that, for sure. Then we’ll decide which of my swim trunks create the best effect. Scott Oh, oh, ohhh….I could lay here with Dave like this forever. I could spend the week like this with him. I feel so close to him and so protected by his huge physique, especially his massive arms. Yes..s…s…..s….. Dave “Hey, little buddy, I want to go out onto the pool deck, catch some rays, and see if I can’t get a bunch of people all excited. Time to get out of bed and help me figure out what to wear. I know you’ll like doing that. Good. Go into my suitcase and pull out the jock-strap and you’ll see a couple of swim trunks underneath. They’re bigger and have more leg than regular posers. Pull those out, too.” This is going to be fun. Scott Oh my god, we’re actually gonna go outside…together…and he’s gonna show everything…his muscles, his good looks, and his big bulge. I know he’s right…we’re gonna be hit by bimbos and studs wanting attention and wanting to put the moves on him. God knows I sure would if I were one of them. And, thankfully, I am in an entirely different role. This is so cool, I can hardly stand it. There are moments when all of this feels like a dream…like something I’m reading off the internet. But, damn, this is for real. Really real. I feel like I’m going into holy territory…going into his private suitcase…to rummage through his pieces of clothing to find his jock strap and swim trunks. That seems so personal to me. Yet I know he knows that me touching his clothing, especially his jock strap…which is undoubtedly well worn and stained…I wonder what it will smell like….same with his swim trucks and posers ….well…is getting very close to my muscle daddy and very personal. Fuck, his jock strap is so huge and so sexy. And, yes, there are cum stains, yellow stains probably from piss, and even a few holes….oh god, I love the holes. Nothing like seeing glimpses of cock and hairy balls covered up in the mystery of a bulging pouch. Reminds me of some fabulous classic Colt photos of legendary Pete K. Dave “No, my friend, you can feel it right now but do not smell it right now. Save that ecstasy for later after I’ve worn it some more. Yes, I know you want to bring it up to your nose and bury yourself in the musky scent. That’s being a good muscle-worshipper. But I want you to develop some more discipline and this is as good as time as any.” Damn, I can read Scott’s mind. Hell, I love the smell of my own jock strap, too. It gets me off that I can turn myself on that way. Yeah, and those holes…boy, does that feed muscle-worshipping, jockstrap, and package fantasies. Wait till he puts it on me and helps jam my equipment into the thing. He won’t know what hit him. We might never get to the pool and instead he’ll just want to worship my jockstrap and huge bulge. Scott “Yes, sir. You’re my muscle-daddy and I do want to obey you. I know it’s for my own good, but it is very frustrating because your jockstrap is so big, so worn, so well-used, and so damn sexy. Are these the two swim suits you want to try on? God, they look awfully small…like posers….are you sure they’re not the posers?” Holy shit, I don’t know how I’m going to control myself out on the deck if he is packed into this jockstrap and the swimsuit. He’ll be a walking hyper-masculine sex machine, attracting folks like moths to a light. But I’ll sure as hell love hearing the conversations that have a lust-filled agenda. Dave “Yep, you got ‘em. So, come over here and help me get into the jock strap, first. That’s one of the benefits of being with me, buddy. You get to do stuff that other guys would give their right arm to do. I’m keeping my cock soft so you can get it and the balls into the pouch. If I made myself hard for you, even the jock strap wouldn’t help hide it all. So, while we’re out on the deck fending off the lusters, I’m going to find ways to keep myself soft so I don’t cause a scene that would cause problems with management. Yeah, spread the leg straps out wide…you got it…don’t worry if my cock swings and hits your face…that’s one of the benefits of doing this for me…right?....” “Now you’re going have to use your own muscles to get the straps up and over these huge legs of mine..and you’re gonna have to pull the back strap up over my big muscle butt at the same time. Can you do that?” I love seeing him kneeling in front of me like this. He really is worshipping me. He knows doing this for his muscle-daddy is an honor…an honor that very few guys ever get. And, fuck, it was funny to see his face drop when I told him not to smell my jock-strap just at the moment he was about to bring it up to his face and bury himself in it. That was tough on him, but its okay, we’ll do that later. Scott “Oh god, your legs are so huge I don’t know how I’m going to get these straps over them and still get the back strap over your butt at the same time. Is it ok if I reach around and pull the straps up a little each time? Oh my muscle-daddy you are so massive, so cut, so tall, and so big…I hardly have words for what I’m feeling right now…but I do know I am so glad to be with you. Thank you for letting me do this.” Damn, he has such unexpected and amazing ways to make me feel dominated and I’m so glad I like it…really like it. Holding his jock-strap and getting it up and on him is like a religious experience for me. Now, I get to grab his balls and huge cock and figure out a way to stuff them into the pouch. I’ve always had fantasies about doing this and rearranging a muscleman’s cock and balls to make it all fit. I’m gonna love making his job strap bulge in so many provocative ways – experimenting by moving his big cock and balls around for different effect. This is one hell of a wet dream come true. Dave “Ok my man, you’ve almost got this done…now the best part for you, and for me, is getting all my big equipment into the extra-large pouch. Remember, no smelling, yet. Just use your hands. Don’t worry about hurting me…my stuff is damn near impervious to being man-handled. In fact, I get off when I get man-handled, hard. You’ll see that later when I have some more instructions for you. That’s it, pull the pouch way out, and move my stuff into the pouch…cock in the middle, balls on either side. Yeah, I know it all feels really big, heavy, and warm. A lot to grab onto, I know. Now, get the straps straightened up and flat against my muscles. Yep, you got it. Hell man, you’re pretty damn good at this stuff. Sure you haven’t done this before?” He needs a little encouragement from time to time; all guys do when they’re with me like this. Otherwise they get too tentative and that’s no fun for either of us. Lord knows I’m one sexy son-of-a-bitch just wearing a jock-strap with my huge bulge protruding, surrounded by massive muscles. Scott “Fuck, fuck…I don’t know how we got all of you into this thing. You’re so big, that I can see your cock and ball bulges through the jock-strap! And, damn, those holes. I love seeing your cock and hairy balls, even a little bit. Oh, you are my muscle god, my muscle man, my Hercules, my Superman. You get me so excited and so damn turned on I don’t know what to touch or where to look next. How can we possibly get you into a swim trunk that keeps you covered?” I’m in awe. I just put a jock-strap on a man, on a musclegod, that doesn’t even come close to holding all of him in. I have never even imagined a more sexy, massive and hyper-masculine man in my entire life. And I am actually here with him and him with me. And we’re gonna go out in public! Wow. I’ve got one of those four hour erections that they caution about on the TV ads. I don’t think it’s ever gonna go down. Dave “Alright, next phase is the swim trunks. You ready? I’ve got two. Hold each of them up and let’s take a look at them. Yeah, I know it’s unbelievable to think I can get into them, but I really can…done it a hundred times. And, it does take some work. And, it’s nice to have your expert help. Which do you like the most? Yeah, I agree, let’s go with the white one. They look great on my tanned skin and give me a kinda angelic look, if that’s really possible. Okay, I want you to pull them up my legs just a little at a time…in fact, that’s all you can do.” “After the knees, it’ll be like trying to get a wet-suit on me, one pull at a time. I could buy bigger suits but I really go for the tight look, the really tight look. Yeah, you’re gettin’ it, one pull at a time. Be sure to reach around and pull the back up at the same time. Yeah, I know it gets your face real close to my package…you know the rule. Now, the big challenge. Fortunately, there’s a zipper on this thing. You have to pull really hard to get the zipper up and over my jock-strap bulge. Yep, push my package in with one hand and pull the zipper up with the other. Keep pullin’. It’ll come. Great. You did it. How was that?” He is so into this. I love his enthusiasm and how carefully he follows instructions. Yep, he sure does want to please me. And the cool thing is that I am putting him into orbit, into seventh heaven, into total ecstasy. He’s doing with me what he has only been able to read about or imagine in his own fantasies. Hell, I think I’m as glad he found me as he is in finding me! Scott “ Jeesuz…I’m blown away. You are so damn sexy looking. Your thigh muscles just explode out from below, and your abs and chest explode out from above. Your waist is so incredibly narrow, just below an amazing set of ab slabs. This makes you look even more powerful than I know you already are. And to have your trunks centered in all this muscle with your huge jock-filled basket pushing the front of the suit way out like it does…my god. I think I should try to get your package centered on the zipper, instead of pushing out to the side the way it is. Would that be okay with you? It just would look more symmetrical on your body and be a little less obvious bulging off to the side the way it is.” Holy shit, that’s bold. Can’t believe I said that. I don’t want to interfere with him displaying himself. Yet, having his bulge in the center would be very aesthetic and still bulge out big time. Who would have ever thought I’d ever even be thinking about these things let alone talking to a musclegod about these types of aesthetics? I know, though, that bodybuilders in competition are very intentional and very strategic about the positioning of their equipment and look of their bulge. Hell, they, too, have help to do this. God, what I wouldn’t give to be one of those helpers. Collegiate wrestlers don’t give a shit. They don’t wear a thing under their singlet and just let all their junk bulge anyway it wants. I think that’s way a lot of people go to wrestling matches. Now, professional wrestlers…that’s another story entirely. Dave “Okay, I appreciate your suggestion. Let’s try and do it though, from experience, I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep the bulge centered…it often just moves off to the side of its own accord, especially when I start to get hard.” The kid clearly doesn’t really get how hard it is to keep me from moving around…I understand…he’s got good intentions. Yet, he is thinkin’ even though he’s on his knees. Scott “Okay, let me get into my own jock and swim trunks. God knows I’ll really need a jock strap this time because I know my hard-on is just going to stay with me. Fuck, you are so fuckin’ massive, masculine, and handsome. I can’t stop looking at you. I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now.” He’s just standing there looking so big and sexy and he knows it. I love it that he knows it. I’m starting to get nervous about what will happen when we go out onto the deck. I know he doesn’t care what people think, except that they think that he is an exceptionally sexy muscle god with no fears about displaying himself to the utmost. Dave “Now, I want you to remember that many sexy women parade around pools, especially here in LA, with the skimpiest bikinis they can possibly get away with. And, of course, most guys just go nuts over them. And, nobody thinks there’s anything inappropriate. The same can apply to men like me, Scott. I am the personification of masculinity, masculinity at its peak, and sexy as hell, and I wear next to nothing. And folks will go nuts over me. I say the same standard should apply. No big deal about women flauntin’ all that they have, and no big deal for me flauntin’ all that I have. You with me on this?” I can tell he’s getting’ nervous. Well, once we’re out there, he’ll forget all about his nerves. He’s gonna be so proud to be with me and have people come up to me and to us and want to be with me. If he’s having a problem with his hard-on now, wait till I throw him into the water, start rough-housing with him, and he gets to feel my muscles and my package up in the water, right in front of all those people – who will be watching us with eyes of lust and envy. It’s good that we’re in LA. People are used to a lot of stuff. Scott “I’m glad you told me that. It’s very true. I’m taking a “what the fuck” attitude and just letting it happen. Being with you is so special. And I love the idea that we’ll be partners. God, those guys are gonna die when they start hearing that. Yeah, I’d like to be the one that tells them that. I’m gonna be cocky about all of this. It’s part of the fun and the fulfillment of my dreams.” My mind is flashing about what we’ll wear to the pool. Robes? Towels? Or just our swim trunks? I can see creating a stir at the pool, but a stir in the halls with people looking at us? I ask him about that. Dave “Good question. I’d wear a robe to add to the surprise when I take it off on the deck. But I doubt the hotel has a robe that is big enough for me. Go get one and let’s see. Nope…I’d rip the shoulders and arms to shreds without even flexing. Let’s do towels around our waists. That’ll give people plenty to look at and still keep an aura of mystery until we find our lounge chairs. Let’s take some sunscreen. Whether you rub it into my back or I rub it into your back, we will definitely dial up the lust meter on a hell of a lot of gawkers.” He’s not missing a trick. I loved his smile when he thought about me wearing a towel and then taking it off at the pool. He knows that will have a hell of an impact on the gawkers. In fact, I’ll probably wait a few moments once I get to the lounge chair to make sure I have everybody’s attention, and then take the towel off. The sun-screen on the back routine gets them every time. Fuck, my exhibitionist just wants to come out big time right now, especially here with my buddy, Scott, taking it all in. It’s all a part of being a really great muscle-daddy for him. Scott Oh boy, I am in for one hell of treat. The idea of watching people, especially guys, watching his totally awesome body in a really tight and small white swim suit, with a huge bulge, really turns me on. This is even more than the Institute director promised. Oh, god, here we go. That couple that just passed us in the hall, they couldn’t take their eyes off of Dave. They both drilled into him…looking at him up and down…and they slowed down while they were walking towards us. I, not surprisingly, probably didn’t even register on their radar. That’s ok. I like being the observer, being the partner, sorta like privately owning this unbelievable specimen of ultra manhood. Jeesuz…Dave’s back and shoulders are just fuckin’ beyond comprehension…then they narrow down to his small waist, wrapped in a short towel that looks like its going to fall off at any minute. He’d love that, of course. So would I. Oh, fuck, I think I just fell in love with him even more. He pushed the first door open for me and waited until I walked through it. What a gentleman. A gentleman muscle-daddy? A gentleman muscle god partner? It doesn’t get better than this. His big grin gave him away. He knew I’d get a little faint with that loving gesture. I kept on walking thinking he was behind me. He wasn’t. He was still holding the door, but holding it for two big young studs that looked like bodybuilders themselves. Fortunately, I turned around in him to see him greet these guys with a little conversation and watch them stop dead in their tracks, look down a little at their feet, and then look up and say thank you. They didn’t move. Dave let the door go and they caught it, staring at Dave the whole time. Dave walked over to me with that satisfied look on his face. God, he is one big handsome devil. Dave Yep, definitely in my element here. I never get tired of people staring at me, especially guys. I bet one or both of folks in that couple in the hall had some big time fantasies of worshipping me and getting it on with me in a three-way. I love three-ways. I get to do both at the same time and they are usually amazed at my staying power. Scott is so out there with me. He damn near fainted when I held the door for him. Again, I like to keep him off balance, in the best sense of the word. And, I wish he could have seen, up close, the faces of those two big bodybuilder studs when I held the door for them. Such young meat…very well developed…and very sexy in their Speedos. Both had some good size bulges and VPL lines. They were in shock and embarrassed while they looked at me..up and down…up and down…then down a lot. I understand. Fuck, they’re probably sharing a room and sleeping together. I could show them a thing or two about really getting’ it on and turning each other into profound muscle addicts. Enough of that vanilla stuff and more hard-core muscle worshipping and mind-blowing sex. Hell, now that they know I’m going onto the pool deck, I bet we’ll be seeing them again this afternoon. Scott “Hey partner”. God, I loved saying that to him. “Here’s two open lounges that seem pretty much in the middle of the crowd.” I really was feeling pretty damn self-conscious…now that it was clear to everyone that could see us… that we were together. Yet, I am so fuckin’ proud to be with him…my lover, partner, and muscle-daddy. And, its funny, I don’t feel the least bit self-conscious about my own very average and slender body. We’re both standing next to each other with our towels around our waists, sort of surveying the crowd. And, lord, I can certainly see a hell of a lot of eyes surveying us…him, really. I imagine the contrast between us has a whole hell of a lot of them confused, excited, jealous, mystified, maybe even optimistic about talking to him…us. I take my towel off and lay down on the lounge. He, no surprise, continues to stand there, looking extremely powerful, massively built, and extraordinarily sexy. At the same time, he’s looking very casual, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, and as if nobody was around. This goes on for a minute or so and then, ever so slowly, he brings his huge arms around in front of him and undoes the little knot in the front of his towel and slowly unwraps himself. Yes, he really is doing a strip tease. He’s shown his body but now he’s showing off his exceptional manly endowment. My first reaction is some embarrassment, but then I let that go and revel in the fact that he is standing just a foot from me, ready to lay his huge body down onto the lounge, right next to mine. After all, we are partners, whether anybody likes it or believes it or not. Dave God, I’ve always loved audiences, ever since my first body-building competition when I was 18 years old. I loved the cheers, the roars and the claps when I delivered my best poses. I knew then that they were also really cheering at how god-damned sexy I looked in my bulging posers. They loved that as much as they loved my muscles. And, as long as I didn’t expose too much, the judges seemed to be pretty generous with the points for that special muscle. Now, years later, the cheers, roars and hand-clapping are in another form. They are in eyes and facial expressions that betray their owner’s awe, shock, excitement, and lust by being in my presence…right up close…close enough to touch my mass of muscles, if they want to…and close enough to talk me, if they have the courage, and I have the interest. Thank god for LA. Anything goes, especially around a pool. And I love doing this and being this muscle-god for Scott. He is so excited and so appreciative and so enthusiastic about being with me. That actually touches my heart. It makes me feel good that I am helping a guy out…a guy that has had trouble feeling his own manhood and, may, as a result of this week, feel more loved, more self-confident, and more hopeful that he can yet have a great man in his life. I know he’s watching these people and seeing, in them, with the same cluster-fuck of lustful emotions, that I am seeing in them. Part V follows. Copyright©[email protected] Feedback welcomed. No flames, please.

Here's Part II of four “Just Dave and Me”: Part II By [email protected] Dave Great. Scott looks as good in person as he does in his picture. I can’t deny that it is so much easier for me to really get off being a great escort when the guy is at least decent looking. A little overweight isn’t a problem, either. I know I’m not supposed to be affected by my client’s looks but that just isn’t how it works for me. Now, I’ve been with a few guys who, while not much in the looks department, were absolutely fantastic as sex partners. That’s great, too. Poor guy, he’s trying so hard not to show how nervous he is. Humm…I like his build. He clearly has some bulk and muscle. I like that. Lots to grab onto, and push, shove and power around with in bed. It always turns me on when guys challenge me with their own muscular power. It turns me on to watch them get turned on by turning me on. While that might sound a little complicated, it really makes a difference in this kind of work. Fortunately, I really do like getting turned on, and turning others on. That, I am very good at. After all, I haven’t worked to create this body just for appearances sake. Even though we just sat down, I realized it really was a little hot in the restaurant. Well, I know he’ll appreciate watching me take off this jacket. Given my size, I’ve never been able to master the art of taking off a jacket without it looking like a bit of wrestling match. As I stand up, I watch his eyes turn upward to take in my height. Then, I’m amused at the quick darting looks he gives to my chest, and crotch, and the rest of all my bulges. I’ll get him comfortable in soaking me in at length soon enough. “There, that feels better. Can I assume by the way that you’re looking at me that you approve, Scott?” I’m getting used to being pretty direct in this business. My clients appreciate it and it helps to cut the tension so we can get to the good stuff quicker. Scott My god…I’m so excited at seeing this guy...this huge bulging and handsome monster…that I don’t know what to say. I finally muster a feeble “Oh I sure do approve, Dave. You are the most incredible man I have ever seen. I never thought the Institute would really be able to find someone like you. And I don’t even know you, yet.” I feel so stupid. Yet he’s looking at me with such compassion in his eyes. He knows he’s overwhelming me. He knows that he has built himself into a hyper-masculine spectacular bodybuilder. He’s gotta get this kind of reaction all the time. Christ, I’ve never seen a pair of traps, delts, biceps and forearms absolutely push the limits on a pull-over sweater. Dave “Well, I sure as hell am glad you approve. I’ve spent my adult life lifting, building myself bigger and bigger, and stronger and stronger. I think we’re gonna have an amazing week, Scott. From what the Doctor told me, you are really into muscles. That’s cool. I love to be with guys that are really into muscles and know how to really appreciate me, all of me.” I get such a kick out of how guys, and women too, can get so transfixed at looking at me that they almost stop functioning. He is definitely hooked. I wonder if he’s got the courage to really let himself go with me --- and push us both to the limits of worshipping massive muscle and passionately loving each other at the same time? “Now, why don’t you change where you are sitting and take this chair next to me? That way we can be a little more private and intimate and make some plans that will, literally, take you to new levels of man-to-man ecstasy and extraordinary up close and personal muscle-worshipping joy. Does that sound like what you might be looking for?” God, he’s cute. He shuffled over next to me without a word. Scott “I’m glad the dining room is just about empty. I’m feeling very self-conscious being with you. It’s not a bad thing…it’s just that I’ve never been with a man that is so massive and so handsome.” Well, it’s the truth and I hope he understands. I hope he didn’t see my hard-on when I got up and moved. Jeesuz…I just came alive when he sat down and started to talk so understandingly with me. I think he might really be a nice guy. God, I need that kind of guy – not to mention his massive body and very handsome face. Shit, I got a total package here. God, I want to feel his massive quads under the table. No one will see. The tablecloth drapes over the table far enough. They must be incredibly hard when he flexes them. Dave “Honestly, Scott, I hope you get over your self-consciousness pretty quick. First, I understand. Most folks feel like that when they’re with me…and even when they’re just staring at me from a distance. I’m thinking we’re gonna want to do some things out in public so we can be seen together. I want you to feel proud of being with me --- all of my muscle, my height, and my good looks -- and proud of yourself for having someone like me in your life. I don’t mean to go too philosophical on you here, but you ordered up the whole package and I don’t think either of us wants to be hidden away in a hotel room all week…as much fun as that will be.” I want him to have the amazing experience of being “my partner” when other guys and girls come up and hit on me, as they always do. I know he will enjoy the little game of being my partner and watch everyone else get really jealous or disappointed and wonder what’s with this little guy that this gorgeous man wants to be with him. This could really be a fun week if and when he loosens up. I know how to help that along, that’s for sure. Yeah, I know I’m a narcissist. But not an ass-hole like a lot of other guys. Scott “You’re reading my mind. Yeah, no way in hell do I want to feel self-conscious this week, either in public or in private. All of this is just taking me a bit to get adjusted to. I’ve never had an experience of being proud to be with a man, let alone a spectacular bodybuilder like you. And, I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man who was proud to be with me, certainly not a man as handsome and as masculine as you. I’ve just been missing the boat for so long. That’s why I went to the Institute. I am so glad they found you and that we are actually meeting and going to spend a week together.” I’m feeling embarrassed to tell him all that, but I want him to know what this means to me, in my heart of hearts. I know I’m making myself extremely vulnerable but I sense he is the right guy to do it with. Dave “I’m glad they put us together, too. I love doing this kind of surrogate work. It often turns out to become a friendship, sometimes even more. That’s great. I get to meet really neat people, like you, and I love to have my big thick muscles, all of my body, and my big dick worshipped. Almost anything turns me on…working out…posing in competition…posing for others in private…posing for myself in front of a mirror…arranging my big cock and balls for maximum effect in all my posers…fantasizing about how strong I am and what I can do with this huge body of mine.” That ought to get him going…nothing like a little muscle sex talk to get the juices flowing. “Is that what you’d like to do with me this week Scott?” As if I didn’t already know. Scott “Oh god, that would be fantastic. I’ve got years of muscle-worshipping fantasies that I would like you to do with me. If you think I’m asking too much or am too weird, I want you to tell me. I won’t take you for granted and want to respect any limits that you might have.” There, I said it. God, I hope he doesn’t have a bunch of rules and limits. That would be a hell of downer. Dave “Believe me, Scott, you can’t ask me to do anything that someone else hasn’t asked me to do before. I’ve heard and seen it all. And, as I say, there’s nothing better than some fetishes and kinkiness to keep things interesting. Who knows, you may have some muscle-worshipping ideas that I’ve never thought of before. And you’ll be amazed at what these big muscles of mine can do. But there is one thing, I do insist on safe sex. It protects me and it protects my clients. We can talk about what that looks like later. “Let me ask you this, though. You told the doctor you wanted a really big guy, like me, to be like a father figure or older brother figure to you this week. I’m game either way. What’s your pleasure?” Scott “Now, that you’re here and I’m with you, I don’t honestly know.” Jeesuz…what a dumb answer. I’ve been thinking about this for months and now, with him right in front of me, it’s like I’ve got brain freeze. Dave “There is another option. Have you ever heard of guys like me being “muscle daddy’s”? I may have to explain this one to him. Scott “Well, I’ve certainly heard of it, read about guys like that, but what’s the difference between, say, being a father figure for me and a muscle daddy?” Damn, I wish I knew more about this stuff. He must think I’ve just fallen off a turnip truck. Dave “In my experience they can be very similar and they also can have some big differences. The key is what you want this week. My job is to deliver what you want and give you an absolutely unforgettable man to man week. Let me explain. If you want me as your muscle daddy this weekend we will do a hell of a lot of muscle sex talk and turn each other on by describing, in cock-hardening detail, what it is like for you to feel, fuck, and hump my muscles…what it’s like for me to give you some massive flexes for you to feel up and try to massage and kiss…talk about what a turn on it is for me to pose for you and how you are turned on my turning me on…we’d talk a lot of about how we’re making each other’s cocks hard as rocks and then bring each other to multiple extreme orgasms. Believe me, describing it is nothing like talking dirty muscle talk. Generally, in a father role, I wouldn’t be doing that much muscle sex talk. You’d still be worshipping me as your father but it wouldn’t have the punch that being a muscle daddy has. Does that make sense?” God, I sorta feel like I’m making this up as I go along…but it seems true. Scott “Yeah, I think I get it. As my muscle daddy I’d want you to always want to protect and love me. I know that may sound weird, but I want your muscle and your loving attention.” Wow, I’d never thought I’d put it quite that way. I hope I’m not asking too much. Okay, here it goes, I’m gonna put my hand on his quad and hope he doesn’t pull back or get upset with me. Dave “Shit, Scott, that tells me just about everything I need to know. Here, feel it all over as I give it a good flex. No one is looking. Yeah, that’s right…all over…no, you can’t dent it with your fingers…its way too hard…that feels good…feel it up down…all the thick cords and crevasses…guess you like that, eh?” Great, he took some initiative. That’s exactly what I want this weekend from him. He has no idea what is in store for him. That’s the fun part for me. “Now that you’ve felt just one of my massive muscles, let me tell you that as your muscle daddy I would make certain that you always felt loved and protected by me – by my whole body and all my muscles—and all of my heart -- all week. Scott “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I can’t believe how hard your thigh muscle is. Like steel. Like warm rock. And I could feel the ridges and crevasses in it, too. And, I appreciate your saying that you would protect me and love me. I’m still embarrassed to say I need that from you…but I think you understand”. God, he is amazing, both inside and out. I can’t believe how hard and how big his thigh is. Can’t wait to see and feel it without it being covered. Dave “Two more things on this muscle daddy option. I think you get that it is about muscle worship…about worshipping me and all of my muscles, muscles that explode in veins and striations when I flex them. It is about you mauling and feeling them – non-stop – until either of us have to piss or decide to have an orgasm. That is not necessarily the kind of thing you would do with a father figure, though you certainly could if you wanted to. I’d be game either way.” “While I have your attention, unless you want to feel up my quad muscle again, there’s a third difference. If I were to be your muscle daddy this week, I would want to dominate you. And I would want you to want to be dominated by me. Now, think about that a bit. I’m not talking about verbal or physical abuse or being an asshole, or making you think less of yourself. It is about my huge body dominating your small body. It is about your wanting to please me and, for the record, my wanting to please you as your muscle daddy.” “Call it roll play if you want, but I take being a muscle daddy who demands to be worshipped passionately – and I mean passionately – very seriously, Scott. And, we will have plenty of great fun. Is that something you are comfortable with?” I put this pretty crudely and roughly to make an important point. I could have been even more harsh and demanding, but I think that would take some of joy out of the week for him. He just needs a taste of domination, not the abusive stuff. Scott “When you put it like that, that is quite a choice. Aw fuck, I’ve always avoided thinking I would like to be dominated, never wanted to admit it, never. But, here, in front of you…it just seems so natural. So let’s go with you being my muscle daddy. I like that. I already feel weak in the knees in your presence and at looking how incredibly big and massive you are. Then, add your handsome good looks, and I feel like putty in your big hairy hands. I know I’m built to be a muscle-worshipper.” I feel so relieved that I can tell him the truth about what I need and want. He seems to understand me better than I understand myself. Well, he’s probably been with 100’s of muscle-worshippers – just like me. But I hope I turn out to be one of the really good muscle-worshippers. I want to make him happy and get him really turned-on. That will turn me on, and we’ll be in one hell of a beautiful circle of passion. Dave “Good, good that we’ve got that straight. I admire your passion and your attitude, Scott. I also guess that you are a fast learner. That’s good too, because I am one hell of an experienced trainer of muscle-worshippers….as you’ll see in just a little while. “One more thing, for the public out there…and this is really cool….for all those women, and especially men, who want to talk to me, meet me, feel my biceps, ask me about my training routine and my diet, who start to do a little stalking – and they will – they always do – people just get hypnotized by my muscles and my looks…just like you have. So, for all those men who start to lust after me and try not to show it, I recommend we just shut them down my telling them we are partners. Hell, you can tell them we’re partners…they’d be floored at you talking instead of me. Many of them will be dumb-founded that I have you and you have me. Many will be extremely jealous and disappointed.” “Some will not stop and will suggest a three-way with you and me. I don’t think we should go there unless the guy is really built, really handsome, has a great package, and gives off positive vibes. And, I’d want your ok on that too. In other words, I’m your muscle-daddy in private and your loving, totally infatuated partner of yours, in public. How does that sound?” He has no idea what he is in for and the commotion and distractions that I cause. It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing – how skimpy or how covered. This is just what I live with. And, I do get off on it, except for the assholes – of which there are plenty. Scott “Wow, that is a great idea! I’ve actually been one of those guys – a few times -- that just barely musters the courage to go up to a bodybuilder and try to start a conversation. Generally, I feel pretty stupid about doing that. I know they know that I’m just into their muscles. Most treat me as if I’m not there and ignore me. I just step away to not cause a scene. Others have seemed to enjoy my compliments and my questions but seem to get bored with talking with me pretty quick. I understand. I just feel like I humiliate myself too much by doing all of that.” Fuck, am I talking too much about myself? Am I telling him more than I really need to? No, I think he understands guys like me. And, in my case, with Dave, I get to be treated with both compassion and passion. “I’m going to take another risk here, Dave. You talked about our cocks getting hard and talking muscle sex talk to get them hard and getting it on together. I really like that. My problem is that I don’t have a very big cock. In fact, both my cock and balls are pretty average. And while I can get hard in an instant and stay hard for a long time, it really isn’t very big compared to other guys I’ve seen. I’m a little embarrassed about it, to tell the truth.” What the fuck am I doing? Why would I tell him this now? I just don’t want him to be let down and disappointed when we get naked together. Yet I sure as hell don’t want to worry about this until we get naked in the hotel room. Shit, this is going to be a test. Dave “Whoa there Scott. You’re getting yourself all stirred up when you really don’t need to be. First, I’ve not met very many guys that have bigger cocks or balls than me. I’m the top of line. So, the chances of your being comparable to me are just about next to none. And that’s no slam on you. The vast majority of guys are just average in the equipment department and that’s the way it is. It’s no big deal for me. Second, I love having big equipment. And, I know what to do with it. And most guys into muscle-worshipping forget about the comparison to my cock size and focus on getting me off and me getting them off.” “An explosive orgasm is an explosive orgasm no matter the size of the cock it comes from. And I do like to give and get explosive orgasms. So, cut the worry about your cock size. Is that clear?” Boy, I haven’t had many clients that would be this up front about their anxiety over their cock size so soon in the party. I think he’ll get off big time when we lie in bed and put our hard cocks together and I masturbate us, together, in one of my big hands. Most guys love having their hard cocks smashed and mashed against my big thick guy. He won’t have any regrets then, not if he’s like most other guys I’ve met. He’ll also get off when we get him hard and put his cock in between my flexed forearm and biceps and he masturbates himself and climaxes in an arm fuck. The last thing on his mind will be the size of his cock, in that kind of muscle action. I always love it when guys do that. They get so incredibly heated up and can pump the fuck out of my gigantic arm muscles – these monsters of mine are like a giant pussy only much harder and tighter. Scott “Well…I guess I feel more relieved. I’m glad I told you now so I wouldn’t have to deal with it when you saw me naked.” I’m getting so damn turned on with all this muscle talk. God, I love it. It’s like I’m with my twin. I’m still hard as hell and don’t know when I’m gonna get a release. I do know that I’d love to see how big his cock really is. He didn’t pull back before when I groped his massive thigh. Hopefully he won’t now. Dave “Hey Scott, I think I’m readin’ your mind right now. Go ahead. Nobody can see us. Go ahead and put your hand on the inside of my right thigh muscle, the one closest to you. I’ve been getting hard just being with you…yeah…for real. You’re gonna see I wasn’t exaggerating about having a big cock. And it’s hard just for you and your pleasure. Yeah. That’s right. Big, thick, long and very hard. Right? I don’t wear underwear, by the way. Your eyes are saying it all and I guess the cat has got your tongue. Just imagine what we’ll be able to do with that baseball bat this week!” Shit, I really get off on the look of profound awe when a guy gropes my hard cock. Scott is no different. He’s a hoot. He can only grope, push, grab and try to do a hard cock massage. He can’t talk. Yet, he’s looking at me like he is completely in love with me. I’ve seen that look many times, especially on some of those huge roided up bodybuilders who thought they could dominate me with all their muscle and equipment. Most of them ended up turning into little puppies with me. Scott “Oh my everlovin’ god….holy shit…I’ve never felt anything so big, so long and so hard. I didn’t think guys could be built like this. I never thought I’d be sittin’ in a restaurant feeling up a muscleman like this. Oh, Dave, you are fabulous…one of a kind…I am eternally grateful that you are so willing to be my muscle daddy. I know that sounds a little corny but its true. You are a dream come true, in all ways. But I gotta know, how the hell do you get yourself into tiny posers for competition or, even in a swim suit? There’s a pool here in the hotel we could use.” I can’t take my hand away. I don’t want to take my hand away. I just want to continue to feel this hard monster and feel its power. It feels very warm. The only thing even close to this would be groping his totally flexed biceps and forearms. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be out at the pool, next to each other, laying in lounge chairs, and see all of his huge muscles on public display, and what would have to be the biggest package I’ve ever seen, let alone be really close to. Dave “Hell of a question my man, hell of question. I’ve actually been disqualified from competitions because my cock and balls were way too big and promiscuous for my little posers. I’ve tried wearing small straps underneath the posers but that just made a single bulge bigger, instead of the VPLs and ball bulges without a strap. I’ve tried taping my equipment down but the sweat almost always dissolves the adhesive. So I wear bigger posers and I when I do that, I just don’t feel very sexy and I do want to feel sexy. The really big problem is when I get turned on behind stage watching all these other muscle monsters strut their stuff – and some of them are really awesome --. As you and your right hand now know, I have a hard-on that will explode down the leg of a poser, in an instant. When I’m on stage, I have to find something else to think about, especially when the posing goes open and we push each other around to get into the front of the judges and hold a pose. All that skin and hard muscle contact can be such a turn on – and – usually – lays the groundwork for some mind-boggling after-competition muscle sex action in the hotel rooms. That’s maybe more than you wanted to know but the bottom line is I don’t compete too much anymore. I much prefer private shows like I’ll be having with you. Then anything goes.” Well, he wanted muscle talk. Yeah, and I like talking like that. I could tell he was transfixed in listening to the details. Hell, he’ll probably want even more detail as the week goes by. I’m happy to oblige him. I’ve got some great cock-hardening muscle sex stories. This is very cool that he is getting into the swing of things. Fuck, when he went after my cock and felt its full width, length and hardness, I almost shot a wad. I’m getting myself wound here. That’s a good sign. I’m gonna give him a two-fer next – feeling a big hard cock right next to a flexed big hard quad. That’ll get him going even more. Scott “Shit, that is one hell of a story. God, I do love it when you talk about your massive muscles, your huge equipment, and tiny posers. I’m really into poser, basket, and bulge worship – call it what you will. If we can do some that this week, I really will be in heaven.” Jeesuz….I’m going nuts listening to his muscle talk and imagining all the things we can do this week. I’m glad we’re getting to know each other here in the restaurant, but I really want to get upstairs, get him into a room, and maul the fuck out of his mass of muscles. Dave “While we’re on posers, I brought an assortment of posers with big and small covers and straps, and a couple of different swim trunks that are very tight and high cut on my thigh, and a few tight workout shorts. I can try each of them on and you can take your pick – for the pool, for your private posing sessions, and for the workout room. And, believe me, I’m not shy about showing what I’ve got – my big muscles and my big cock. You’ll get a kick out of all the different reactions people have when they see me in my finest outfits. Yep, guess I’m an exhibitionist at heart. Hope you can handle that, Scott.” Scott “Hell, yes, I can handle it. I want to handle it. I love the idea that you’re all mine this weekend – my own muscle daddy – on display to shock and awe men, especially men. And, at the same time, you are my partner. I’m already so proud.” God, this is really getting exciting. End of Part II Part IV to follow (skipping Part III for the moment) Copyright©[email protected] Feedback welcomed. No flames please. Dave “Right on buddy, right on. How ‘bout you and me clear outta this restaurant and get up to your room – to our little muscle-worshipping paradise? I think I have a few things you’ll want to loose no time in exploring and I’m feeling as hot as a fire-cracker.” Yep, time to get this show rolling. Scott “Yeah, let’s go. How about when we get up into the hall, and if there’s no one there, that you carry both your suitcase and me, at the same time, into the room?” Damn, that was bold of me. God knows he’s got the strength. Dave “Sounds like a plan to me. We’re gonna have to find some other ways this weekend for you to experience my amazing strength. It just goes with all the muscles. After all, they’re not just for show! I really get myself off doing feats of strength…especially when I’m challenged to bend a steel bar with a really wide diameter. We’ll stop at Home Depot and get some rebar cut. And wait till you see me in the workout room. Hopefully we’ll have it to ourselves and you can feel my hard muscles explode while I work them to the extreme.” Oh yeah, now we’re talking. God, I love this work. Scott “Well, I’m yours muscle daddy, all yours. Just let me get to those big hard muscles and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” I’m already feeling a lot better about myself. I feel more like a man than I’ve ever felt with any other guy. Who would have thought? End of Part II Just Dave and Me – Part III to follow

A story was just getting started when the old forum shut down. "The Favor" involved a new next-door neighbor taking our young protagonist under his wing. I forget who the author was. Any idea if this story is going to be moved to this site? m16a

“Trust me, you'll never feel the same way about size again.” That’s what the big guy said before leaving. Now Ronny was standing outside what looked like a small convenience store with the sign 'Mac's Muscle Mecca'. “You've got to be kidding!” Ronny walked toward the door fuming that some huge jackass had sent him on a wild goose chase. He was just putting his hand on the knob when a jolt ran through him. His entire body seized, his muscles bulging and locking up as if sensing a threat. He could smell the distinct odor of sweat and steel pouring through any crack it could in the door. It was a smell he knew well from being a gym-rat for almost 10 years. Building his body to this 6'4 280lb temple of brawn was a journey he remembered fondly. Just the smell of alpha brawn through the door sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. “Maybe there IS something to this...” Ronny muttered as he turned the knob and opened the door. He was greeted by the sight of what looked like a replica of the Colosseum in Rome, except this one was at least 10 times bigger. The air was thick with the smell of muscle and iron as he walked up to the entrance. “It never fails, the new guys always have the same shocked face.” Ronny glanced over and saw a bearded beast standing behind a desk near the front gate. This man was muscled beyond belief and at least two feet taller than Ronny. He could win any contest of size and strength and chop down trees while doing it. “How are you doing little guy? Name's Mac.” He bearded bear put out his paw to Ronny, who was picking his jaw up off the floor. Mac grinned and pulled Ronny in for a bear hug. Ronny was a big guy himself, but the power and size of Mac made the hug feel like he was being crushed by a car compactor, and yet he never felt safer. “So I see you came here to really grow.” Mac said after releasing Ronny from the bear hug of loving doom. “Where am I? And how is it that this place even exists? And you almost crushed my ribs big guy!” Ronny groaned as he stretched himself back into a somewhat human shape. Mac guffawed and clapped Ronny on the back, “Son, if a little rough-housing puts you off then you're not gonna be happy when you meet the other guys. Plus, we gotta get some size on ya, my grandpa could mow you down right now.” The big gear grinned as he lead Ronny inside the building. “You see I was given this place by a good friend many years ago. I can tie it to any location in reality as long as there is an opening.” Mac directed Ronny to a chair as he made a cup of coffee and continued. “It's a limitless space that conforms to my wishes. I wished for a haven for men to build themselves bigger and stronger than anyone can imagine. And here we are.” Ronny sat in awe as he heard about Mac bringing men here from all over the world, only ones that thirsted for size and power beyond what reality could provide, and brought them to his Eden of eternal size. “There is more, but first things first, there are some things you need to know before joining.” Mac gazed into Ronny's eyes and told him that if he wanted to stay, he would have to accept that he would never be able to leave. “Your mind would be wiped of everything that you experienced here, and your body would revert to the form you had upon entering. This is a one time chance. You could achieve a size and power beyond your imaginings. The choice is yours little guy. No pressure.” “WHERE DO I SIGN?!” Ronny blurted without missing a beat. Mac grinned broadly as he handed Ronny a form. Welcome Home Ronny

Originally posted on my Tumblr blog. Image was posted on Banging the Boy's Tumblr archive. "So you're going to give us three wishes?" I asked. My buddy Jamie and I were on leave for a week and since we were both single, traveled together into Cairo for the weekend. We're currently stationed just outside of Cairo and had two days of leave. We'd already found a hostel for the night and were out on the prowl, hoping to score with some hot Egyptian babes. With our toned, tight soldier bodies, I didn't think it'd be too difficult. The girls here love white soldier boys. Jamie's got a handsome face with black hair but his nose is kinda crooked from a fight he got in last year, which tends to either put girls off or to bring them to him panting. It makes his pretty boy face look rough, and let's everyone know that he's a bit of a badass. I'm pretty sexy myself, in that boy next door way. I've got blond hair and blue eyes, and girls tell me all the time how much they love my smile. Usually just before they slide my dick between their lips. We were looking for this bar we'd heard had a crowd that was friendly to soldiers. We definitely weren't wanted everywhere, and tonight wasn't the night to start shit. Much as I know Jamie would've loved to kick some Egyptian ass, my preference was to fuck one that night. It'd been a few weeks since I'd gotten laid, and man were my nuts backed up. "Three wishes?" the genie said, as if he didn't understand. We'd gotten lost and turned down a slim alleyway to get out of the sun for a second and get our bearings. Jamie had noticed something sparkling on the ground. Picking up a slightly rusty golden lamp, he rubbed it a few times on his shirt, laughing and saying it looked like the lamp from Aladdin. He quickly dropped it and we both jumped back when smoke started pouring out of it. When the smoke became a large muscular Egyptian man, I think we both believed that his joke about Aladdin hadn't been too far off. "Yeah, three wishes, man," Jamie said. "We freed you from your stupid lamp, now you give us three wishes." The Genie threw his head back and laughed. Something about our suggestion had apparently been amusing. I backed up a bit, wondering if I should be worried. If maybe he wasn't a genie. He was a good foot taller than either of us and quite a bit wider as well. He wore a turban with a gem in it, making him look regal. His face was covered with a thick black beard. He stood shirtless, his huge, hairless chest heaving with every breath. Gold chains were attached to his nipples, leading my eyes down his firm abdominal wall and into his pants, which seemed more like a parachute that had been wrapped around his legs than anything else. For shoes he wore golden metal sandals, and on his wrists he wore mismatched golden bracelets. Eventually, he finished laughing. "Oh, my friends, I don't know who told you that." Lifting one of his meaty fingers up to his face, he wiped a tear from his eyes. He'd found my question that funny. "That's not how this works. I've been stuck in that tiny little lamp for months now, and besides being ready to get out, I'm horny as fuck." His thick left eyebrow lowered at us and the edges of his lips curled up into an even bigger smile, his white teeth gleaming. He suddenly looked very shark-like. I glanced at Jamie and we both silently agreed it was time to leave. We both started backing up slowly, keeping our eyes on the genie as we did. We moved a few feet before the genie snapped his fingers and we heard a thud sound as our backs came in contact with something solid and firm. Looking behind me, I saw only empty alleyway. It was like we'd hit an invisible wall, trapping us there. "Oh shit," I said out of the side of my mouth to Jamie. "Maybe rubbing that lamp wasn't such a great idea," he said. "Now, now boys. The party's just getting started." The genie snapped his fingers again and a bright light flashed, blinding me. When my vision finally cleared, I saw that we were in what looked like a rather large, rather swanky hotel room. The genie sat directly in front of us on an ottoman type thing, his pants long gone and his humongous penis flopped down on his thick, striated left thigh. He still wore his turban, the chains clamped to his nipples, his golden armbands, and his sandals, but was otherwise naked. The chains hung down low, wrapped around his cock and balls. Jumping back in shock, I realized that Jamie and I were both completely naked except for our dog tags, our soldier's bodies on display. Both of our dicks were completely flaccid. I swear the sight of the genie's cock, massive, thick and uncut, made my dick shrink, if that was even possible. "That's better. Now we can all be a little more comfortable." He grabbed a glass from a nearby table and took a sip of whatever was in it while we stood there. I started to panic. Without thinking it through, I jumped at him. He'd stopped us from leaving once by snapping his fingers, so I figured knocking him out was the only way we were getting out of whatever this was. His eyes widened slightly, but before my body even landed, he snapped his fingers and I found myself floating in the air above him. I couldn't move a muscle. I just hovered there, completely still. Then he snapped his fingers again, and I blinked and found myself standing up straight next to Jamie once more. One second I was defying the laws of gravity, the next I stood mostly still, next to my best friend. I could move my head now, and look around, but my hands and feet just would not budge. "There will be no more of that," the Genie said, wagging a finger at me. He snapped his fingers again, saying, "Time to make you boys even more presentable." Suddenly my body seemed to just... Well, explode is the only way to describe it. I felt everything get larger. I looked down as my chest swelled, my round pectorals and pointy nipples moving further and further away from my body. I could feel my thighs and feet and calves growing as well, but my now much more muscular chest shelf blocked my view, and I couldn't bend my body to see. I glanced over at Jamie, and saw a panicked look in his eyes as the same thing happened to him. His chest was massive now, along with his legs and everything else. His biceps seemed to just inflate with muscle, getting bigger and fuller. His shoulders grew rounder, his chest broadening as they did. And to say that his cock grew was an understatement. Seeing his limp dick lengthen and thicken down in front of his body, until it was a third of the way to his knee, had me wondering what my own looked like. If either of our dicks got bigger or thicker when we got hard, we'd have a really rough time fitting into any woman comfortably. When the growth stopped, we both had the body type of compact, muscular, shredded gymnasts. Gymnasts with huge swinging cocks and big, full, round balls. I wanted to scream out at the Genie. To tell him that he had no right to turn me or my buddy into walking gay wet dreams. That I didn't belong to him. That this isn't how this was supposed to work. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything but just stand there, waiting for whatever new and disgusting thing he felt like inflicting on us to happen. "Now that's what I spent my time dreaming about while trapped inside that tiny little lamp," the Genie said. He got up and walked towards us, a wicked grin on his face. "Now how about some sexy smiles to go with those sexy new bodies?" he said as he got closer to me. My face suddenly lit up. I could feel my cheeks moving and the corners of my mouth moving. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I knew, without seeing it, that I was giving him the same smile I gave hot girls when trying to get their interest. A quick glance at Jamie and I saw he was doing the same thing. Only one side of his mouth turned up, making his smile crooked, his perfectly straight pearly whites gleaming at me. I knew that's why that smile always worked for him: it was a little off, just like his crooked tough guy nose, just like him. But his eyes. The smile didn't reach them. They were still wide, and I knew he felt just as powerless and scared as I did. "Ah yes, there they are," the Genie said, his own grin getting a little bit wider, a little bit more satisfied. "Time to admire my new toys." The Genie walked around us both, like he was inspecting cattle. Our heads tracked his every move, our forced smiles beaming at him. The chains tied to his nipples jangled as he moved, and with a shudder of revulsion, I noticed his uncut monster of a cock growing, pulling the chains tight as it did. When he got behind Jamie, he ran a finger down his spine from the middle of his back down to the top of the valley between his butt cheeks. "Hmmm," the Genie murmured, and as I watched, Jamie's cheeks grew bigger and rounder. "That will do nicely," the Genie said, not looking at either our faces. He examined my backside, but didn't touch me and I didn't feel anything grow. I probably should've been relieved, but then, what difference did it make? He'd already made me into something I'd never wanted to be. Here I was, big and strong and powerful now, and still trapped at the mercy of some sick magic thing I never would've believed in before today. As he came around to my front, he grabbed my right arm with both of his hands, slowly squeezing it. He was gentle and it didn't hurt, but it did get hot, and I realized that he was making it grow. Still smiling, I looked over at my left arm and saw that it too had grown. Well, I thought, crazily trying to joke with myself, at least I'm not an uneven freak. He slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. His eyes raked over our naked bodies again, and his dick grew even more. It stood straight up, pointing up to the ceiling. He grabbed his drink once again, and his face grew serious. "Only one thing still missing…" He snapped his fingers one last time. My mind went blank, and my cock filled with blood. All worry and doubt left me. The only thing that mattered now was pleasing the handsome and sexy man sitting in front of me. He was my master, and my sole purpose for being was to serve him and worship him. Suddenly my smile wasn't forced. How could it be with my master here, naked, waiting for me to please him? My dick immediately went from flaccid to hard, and my balls started to ache. How had I been scared of any of this before? I felt myself regain control of my muscles, and immediately rushed over to him. I leaned over the couch he sat on and rested my hands on both sides of his muscular thigh. My long, hard cock brushed against it, and I shivered at the feel of contact with any part of his wonderful skin. But, I knew, this wasn't about me. I quickly got to work worshipping his mighty cock. I licked the giant, round head. Jamie, who had knelt down on the floor to the other side of our perfect Master, ran his tongue along the Master's glorious shaft. We pleased him together with our mouths for a long time. Then he took turns fucking both of us many times, and I came like I've never come before. Nothing could compare to how it felt to please our wonderful lord. But eventually, exhausted to the point that we couldn't go on, Jamie and I fell asleep, nestled into our Master on either side. When we woke the next morning, the Master was gone. We quickly called out to him, but he and his lamp were nowhere to be found. He'd left our clothes there, magically altered to fit our bigger, better bodies, and we both got dressed. The clothes definitely fit our much more muscular frames, but were rather tight and very revealing. And we couldn't wear underwear anymore; our cocks were much too large for that to be comfortable. The place Master had taken us to was a very expensive hotel, and no one asked us any questions as we left. We had been to that part of town before, so didn't have any problems finding our way back to base. Neither of us said it, but we were both sad that our Master had left us. We didn't need to talk about what had happened. We both knew how we felt, now that Master had changed us. Back at base, we expected everyone would be shocked at how different we were, but no one even noticed. When we asked, everyone looked at us as if we were idiots and told us that we'd always been the biggest guys on base. A few hours after we got there, we were both approached while in the toilet to give a couple of the guys head. Apparently that was another gift from the Master: we were now the unofficial "Base Cocksuckers". Not that I minded. Master had given me a taste and talent for cock and I found myself more than happy to serve other men as I'd served him. Alongside my best friend Jamie, of course. If you enjoyed this story, please let me know!

As Alden finishes returning to normal size, a lot of the other players turn to go back into the locker area to dress and get their thoughts together. Miguel comes rushing into the showers and sees Alden standing there toweling off. He mentions how he heard some of the guys from his squad mentioning a man dominating Doug and shaming him. He knew who they were talking about and just wanted to come and see if Alden was still in his ‘hulking’ phase. Miguel turns and sees Doug still standing by himself under the shower head muttering to his self. Alden tells him to stay away from him because he thinks that they have an understanding now. They proceed to go to the locker area so Alden can change into his normal clothes. One of the members of the practice squad hands Alden his jersey and pants, or rather what is left of them. ‘Hehe thanks Randy, just what I needed rags and torn fabric.’ Randy smiles and turns around to leave. Miguel stares at the remains dumbfounded. ‘Oh my gawd papi, you managed to destroy your football jersey and pants? Fuck I want to do that sometime myself.’ ‘Let’s not get into a rush there man. Anyways, how was your practice?’ ‘Now papi, I want to know how you felt when you changed. I will tell you about my practice after you give me some insight into your experience.’ Alden laughs a bit and then tells Miguel about how his mind raced at first as his body began to grow. Then when it all finished, he felt confident and even a bit domineering judging by the way he went after Doug. ‘Whoa, that is awesome Alden. I seriously want to use all of my pills at once.’ ‘NO MIGUEL, knock it off man. Now tell me about your practice.’ ‘All right, well it actually went really good other than witnessing my friend Avi getting a railing from Chad.’ ‘Oh I wondered if Avi was still around. Yeah I know how much of a prick Chad is. The guy thinks he is the best kicker in the league. I mean sure he is quite accurate, but Avi isn’t bad either.’ Miguel continues to mention Avi to Alden trying to get him to go talk to him about possibly hanging out sometime just to get what he means. ‘I see what you are trying to do man. You are thinking about giving Avi a pill to make him grow so he will go and kick the lights out of those footballs.’ Miguel smiles and then gets a look in his eyes like he is thinking. ‘Come on papi, let’s go see him now before he leaves for the day.’ Miguel grabs Alden’s arm and drags him out of the locker room and into the practice facility. Miguel points to Avi, who is sitting over at a table eating a subway. The Lebanese-american kicker points back and smiles at Miguel. Clearly the man has worked his legs because his quads and calves are quite developed. His black beard is well-kempt as well as his noticeable body hair which peeks from his shirt. Alden turns to look at Miguel who obviously has a thing for him. ‘You sneaky devil, you just want me to meet him because you want to hulk him out. Am I right?’ ‘No that isn’t it at all Alden. I really think he needs a little boost from all of the crap he gets from Chad.’ Speaking of Chad, he is sitting two tables back from Avi looking quite buff, at least for a kicker. His large arms and thick chest look out of place for someone that is known for just kicking and punting. The man notices Alden staring at him and grimaces. Alden smiles at him and gives a thumbs up. Chad looks really stumped and goes back to eating again. ‘What are you doing papi? He is the enemy. Are you just fucking with him?’ ‘Of course Miguel, he doesn’t seem that threatening at least to me.’ They walk over and sit with Avi as they start talking. Alden mostly just listens to him and Miguel speaking and waits until he is fully let in on the whole story. Avi starts talking about how Chad used to always race bash him but that ended only to lead to just bullying. He knows that the lead kicker uses growth hormone because he has openly said that he does and actually grew almost thirty pounds in a span of two months. Alden isn’t that surprised by his statements and can now see why Miguel thinks he needs some kind of boost, but he doesn’t want to rush through this. Miguel looks really pissed and doesn’t really want to abide by Alden’s rules. He pulls out his bottle of three pills and tells Avi to stick his hand out. The middle eastern kicker looks confused but does it anyway. Miguel drops a pill in his hand and says he should use it right then and there so he can go teach Chad a lesson. Alden swipes the bottle and the pill away from both men and says that is crazy and this is not the place to do this. What he did in the locker area was justified, but this is not. He then turns to Miguel and says that he should have been there to see it but he wasn’t so he can’t be hasty. Miguel jumps up and leaves the table making guys from other tables take notice. They stare at Avi and Alden and wonder what the hell is going on. Chad for one seems intrigued. The big kicker gets up and walks over to their table to stick his meaty forearms on each side. He looks at both of them and grins. Avi looks away as Alden looks up at him. ‘Yeah, is there something you need Chad?’ ‘What is going on over here? I thought you and the Mexican were friends? You seem to be making quite an impression today Alden. I heard about your hulkout earlier. Are you going to do that again here?’ ‘Do you want me to hulkout here Chad? I got quite a few guys aroused in the locker room, perhaps you would too.’ Chad stops smiling and turns to look at Avi. ‘Hello there wannabe, are you spreading lies about me now. Telling other guys about our arguments is not wise. It could get you into a lot of trouble.’ Chad tenses his arms as the veins pop out. Avi is not impressed and neither is Alden. They start talking to each other as Chad takes his arms off the table and folds them. They smirk at each other knowing that he is in fact interested in what they were talking about before. Chad proceeds to sit down by Alden who pushes him away. ‘Come on Avi time to leave I think. This jerk is trying to hit on me I think.’ They both get up as Chad puts his arms out like he is trying to be decent. They walk into the main lobby where Alden finally hands Avi that pill he had earlier. The kicker studies it and wonders how a pill could be so small. ‘I suggest not taking it right now. Don’t tell Miguel I gave it to you, he will be so angry with me because I have his pills.’ ‘So…..it has some power? Is this what made you get huge? I am not an aggressive person by heart, but I fear once I consume this, I will become some crazed freak. Can this be controlled somehow?’ ‘Yes, but I haven’t quite figured it out entirely yet. You might have more restraint than me, but who knows. I actually think that Chad likes you. He is being fairly passive I think.’ Avi nods his head and admits that he has gotten that impression himself of Chad. They sit down in a lounging area as members of the two practice squads begin to leave. There is no sign of Miguel which Alden thinks has probably already left. Guess who hasn’t left though, Chad. The lead kicker comes walking towards them and sits across in a chair glaring at both men. ‘You don’t give up do you Chad? What do you want?’ ‘What is your secret Alden? Do you have some genetic condition that makes your grow when you stress? I have to know.’ ‘Uhh no, it was just a one time deal. It won’t happen again trust me.’ Chad seems disappointed but gets up to get between the two men. He puts his arms around their backs and squeezes. They both seem puzzled as to what he is trying to accomplish. ‘Is this a game to you weirdo?’ ‘Nope no game Alden, I just think you are lying. I really do think it is caused by stress or maybe anger. The other guys said you hulked out so I think you are like that Bruce Banner guy.’ Alden rolls his eyes and pulls Chad’s arm off him. Chad looks miffed and puts it back where he had it. Avi begins to get annoyed by his tactics and looks at the pill in his palm. He quickly downs it before Chad turns to look at him. Alden sees this and gets a crazy look on his face which gets the big kicker’s attention. He seems a tad mystified as to what is transpiring. End of Part III

First Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1131-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-one/ Previous Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1532-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-six/ CHAPTER SEVEN It turned out that Carlos was bringing himself to me. His thick accent was unmistakable as he pounded down the stairs from the cardio area on the second floor. “What the fuck’s goin’ on down here?” He said as he was about halfway down. The suspended staircase shook until he reached the ground floor. Then he turned and saw me. “Aw, fuck,” the massive, heavily tattooed Puerto Rican said. Carlos was wearing what he always wore when working upper body – baggy jeans that hung too low and a white undershirt. Because of his six foot eight inches of height, 375 pounds of muscle and matching attitude, Hank and I had privately referred to him as the alpha male of New York for the past five years. He was dark and naturally smooth with a perpetual five o’clock shadow. His gigantic arms, bigger even than Hank’s, sported elaborate sleeve tattoos. To my surprise, he swaggered right up to me without hesitation. The hand on the scale swung up to over 780 as he joined me on the platform. “Look at you, bro,” he said as his hands freely roamed my body. “Even thicker than me, man.” He did have to look down at me, but it was also clear that he was in complete awe. He put his huge hands on each of my mammoth deltoids. “Damn, you the widest man alive, man.” He roughly felt my arms and pecs and tried unsuccessfully to move and squeeze them. Unable to even dent part of my body, he worked his way down to my cock, which had begun throbbing and spewing pre-cum again. Already, I was imagining driving my giant rod into his virgin hole. “Whatta fuckin’ stud,” he said as he took in my huge cock. The giant alpha male held the underside of it in his left hand and reverently stroked the top as if he were caressing a python. “Fuck this,” he said as he abruptly stepped back. He removed his shoes and jeans then tore off his shirt and boxers. His big cock flopped out and he tossed the torn pieces of fabric aside. I watched his pendulous organ swing back and forth between his long, heavily muscled legs as it filled with blood. “Just fuck me now, stud,” he said as he resumed stroking my meat. “I gotta feel that stud cock stretch me out, bro. Show me who’s boss now.” “It’s gonna hurt,” I said as I took his enormous organ in my hand. None of the guys had ever seen Carlos’ dick hard. It was something of an urban legend. But as I gently tugged on his tool, it was obvious that the rumors were accurate. Our fuck poles were both huge, but very different. Mine must have been nearly four inches thick at the base, tapering to about two and a half inches thick at the head. It also curved upward so that when fully erect, which was most of the time now, it appeared to be standing at attention. Carlos’ tool was clearly shorter, perhaps a foot long, with maybe a two and a half inch base that flared out in the middle to around three inches before tapering back down to a head about two inches wide. It hung slightly downward. I had always preferred asses to cocks, I just wanted my bottoms to have a cock, so I was surprised to find his extremely hot. “Fuck yeah, it’ll hurt,” he said as he got down on his knees and examined my cock more closely. “It’s supposed ta hurt. That’s how my bitches know they getting’ it from a real stud.” He put his hands around the immense base of my tool, devouring it with his eyes. Pre-cum was again spurting from my oversized piss slit. “Fuck, this thing is off the hook,” he said excitedly. “You the alpha of all alpha males, bro.” “Yeah, I am,” I agreed. Carlos opened wide and shoved the head of my cock into his mouth, which was pretty much all that would fit. At the same time, he released my cock and grabbed hold of his own, stroking the full length of it slowly as he nursed on the business end of my tool. Then he pulled his head back and leaned forward until he was facing down at the floor right at my feet. My pre-cum began to pool on the back of his shaved head and neck. “I thought I had a huge cock,” he said in a strange, diminished tone. His normally powerful voice was breaking. “I thought I was a big stud, man. But you smokin’ on a whole other level.” Incredibly, he began to sob even as he continued to work his cock. I looked down as he groveled at my feet and speculated on the psychology behind his reaction. Was it the loss of his alpha male status? Discovering someone mightier than he? Was it joy of some kind? Who could better understand and appreciate my absolute dominance than another alpha male? Still on his knees, he straightened and looked up at me. Tears streamed down his face. “You the god of all men. You the god of all things masculine,” he said as he stared up at me, somehow appearing vulnerable and small. “I gotta worship you, bro ... ah, FUCK!” I stepped back and watched as he blew his wad. Thick ropes of his cum landed on my feet – cum, which once he recovered, he promptly licked up. He remained kneeling with his forehead resting on my right foot. He looked so impossibly massive and thick in that position that I couldn’t imagine that someone could be bigger still. Yet, I was. “Stand,” I finally said. He obeyed immediately, silent for the first time since coming downstairs. The giant bodybuilder’s eyes were riveted to my cock. “Look at me.” I locked eyes with him – alpha male to alpha male. My cock, which continued to throb powerfully and spill pre-cum onto the scale’s platform, began to pound yet more rapidly, swelling even larger and harder, vibrating in excitement as I placed my hands on his hips and effortlessly lifted him off the floor. Still controlling his eyes with my own, I stepped off the scale and rotated his hips. Pre-cum gushed from my spasming fuck rod and I brought his massive legs around so that they straddled my abdomen and pressed the head of my cock against his sphincter. His cock surged to full mast in seconds. “FUUUUUUUCK,” he said. “FUCK, what a STUD!” Carlos threw his head back and seized his great tool in both hands as he moaned. “The head ain’t in jet and you already pumpin’ your jizz into me.” He was right, so I pulled him down slightly, gasping as his sphincter stretched around the head of my cock until the crown was almost completely inside him. Just a bit more. I closed my eyes and sighed in bliss as I felt it snap down on my shaft. His hole was warm and soft and I drew on every bit of self-control I possessed to keep from ramming myself in to the hilt. I opened my eyes and met his again. Already, sweat was pouring down his face. “Just do it, bro,” he said. “Split me wide open. I know you wanna.” I shook my head subtly. “I’d like to keep you around awhile.” He smiled broadly, his teeth white against his tan skin. It was the first time I’d ever seen a smile on his face. “You own me.” “I know,” I said as I yanked him down another few inches. His face became pale and sweat dripped from every part of his body. My pre-cum continued surging into his ass. His sphincter was so tight around my massive shaft that I knew it was sealed in, filling his gut. Still staring into his eyes, I pulled him down a bit more. He gritted his teeth but smiled. “So fuckin’ huge,” he gasped between breaths. “Biggest fuckin’ cock in the world.” “It is the biggest cock in the world,” I said. I didn’t speak arrogantly, for it was a fact. One I somehow knew with complete certainty. “And it gets bigger every day,” I added. I broke eye contact with him and looked down at my cock. The thickest part of the mighty shaft had yet to stretch him out and I wondered if I should continue. Already, I could feel a thin trail of his blood from his hole to the underside of my great tool and I had only impaled him on about half of it. I bucked my hips slightly, thrusting in short arcs, relishing the heat of his ass, the caress of his powerful sphincter. Despite my concern, I could wait to feel him stretched around the fat base of my cock. “Hurts like a son-of-a-bitch but I love havin’ you in my ass,” he said as he ran his hands over my immense pectorals. “Biggest fuckin’ muscle. Biggest fuckin’ cock. How much more, bro?” “About halfway in. Seven or eight inches.” He then met my eyes with an expression of complete astonishment and awe. “You a god, man, and I gotta worship you right.” Carlos reached down with both hands and locked on to my thick wrists. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up with all his strength, driving the full length of my hard as steel, throbbing fuck rod into his ass. The world around me faded and for a few minutes I was awash in pleasure as my cum cannon unloaded into Carlos’ torn ass. His spunk sprayed across my massive pecs as I balanced his now unconscious mass on my erupting cock and threw my great arms up to my sides, flexing and feeling them explode into the massive, striated boulders that they were, again roaring until the remaining windows shattered and light bulbs began to burst and rain down across the floor. I pulled Carlos to me, relishing the sensation of his massively muscled body against mine, drunk with the knowledge that I was by far the most muscular and powerful man to ever walk the face of the earth – and that I would only become more so. My Rican’s belly was greatly distended and I slowly extracted my tool from his ass, aware that his pelvis had broken, if not more. At least a gallon of cum and blood poured onto the floor and I carried him over to one of the stretching tables. I checked his pulse and breathing – both were steady. “That’s my big stud,” I said to his still form. Even unconscious he was strong. My back throbbed. The pain was deep, but muted. I wondered if I had been unconscious. I felt the woman’s hand in mine and squeezed it. She squeezed back. I smiled to myself, relieved that she was still alive. I couldn’t remember her name, but we might be rescued after all. She could tell me then. “He’s awake,” I heard a male voice say. “You’re going to be fine.” It was quiet. The only sound I could hear was a series of beeps. The sirens were gone. My body ached. I could feel something in my mouth and nose. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t cooperate. I tried to move my arms but couldn’t. Someone was talking again – a woman – but it didn’t make any sense. I wondered why nothing was working and felt for her hand again... I looked around the gym floor as if for the first time. Hank and the desk clerk were on their knees near the front desk, spent cocks in hand, staring into the distance as if in a trance – just as were many other men. Matt was on the floor in a fetal position, eyes open but glazed over. The rest of the gym members, men and women alike, were either unconscious on the floor or on their knees, bowing down to me. I saw Matt blink and stir. I walked over to him. “Matt, I need you to call 9-1-1 for Carlos. Do you hear me?” He blinked again but didn’t move. “Matt!” After a few seconds he nodded and moved. “Yeah, call 9-1-1,” he said. I approached Hank. “Hank, are you with me?” He looked up at me with the expression of a little boy. “You really are a god,” he said wistfully. I rolled my eyes and held my hand out to him. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said as I pulled him up. “Matt is calling 9-1-1 for Carlos. You’re in charge of making sure everyone is okay and cleaning up this mess. Recruit everyone you need. I’ll be back to help.” I looked back and saw that Matt was already on his iPhone. I started for the stairs. “I want everyone to help Hank clean this up,” I announced as I bounded up to the second floor. “Where you goin’?” Hank called out. “To take a shower!” Water was spraying on my shoulders. It was warm, wonderful. It tickled my skin and prodded me to alertness. I opened my eyes and tried to focus on a dark figure that was in front of me – a woman in a red one-piece swimsuit. The woman and her swimsuit contrasted strongly against white tile. After a few minutes, I realized I was sitting in a chair in a shower stall. She was washing my hair. Was this Karen? Why was her swimsuit familiar? “Jamal?” She said. “Are you awake?” The voice was velvet smooth but excited. She wasn’t Karen, but I knew her. She was my sister, Noor. I wondered where I was, why she was washing my hair. Did she wash Karen’s hair too? I tried to ask but my mouth wouldn’t work. I knew it was open but nothing came out... * * * It was midnight by the time we finished cleaning up the gym. The windows and other glass fixtures would have to be replaced, but otherwise it was ready for business. An ambulance picked up Carlos while I was in the shower – alone because I had locked the door. The desk clerk had told the paramedics that several gang members had knocked Carlos out and sodomized him with an Olympic barbell before breaking all the windows and leaving. The gym staff and manager on duty agreed without comment. No, they didn’t want to call the police. As ridiculous as it sounded, it was a more believable explanation than the truth. I had experimented some to test my strength before helping the others clean up, but there was nothing in the gym that was heavy enough to create meaningful resistance. The Olympic barbell that I loaded with twelve 100-pound plates was so light it may as well have been paper maché. The ten-pound plate I bent and snapped over the middle finger of my right hand put up no more of a fight than Styrofoam. I had to balance the weight, but I was impossibly strong. For some reason this did not surprise me. The three of us walked back to my apartment in silence. The streets and sidewalks were nearly empty, for which I was grateful, as my cock now seemed to be perpetually erect. It had no interest in hiding so I held a large mat around my waist to keep any gawking to a minimum. I wondered what Hank and Matt were thinking. The past few days had been completely surreal. Whatever trajectory I was on seemed to be rushing me toward being worshipped by all mankind – whether I wanted that or not. I had become godlike in three days. Even as I walked, the very thought made me dizzy, both with its inexplicability and consequences. We were about a block from my building when Hank broke the silence. “Not that I can make any sense of any of this, and I’m not complainin’, but what I want to know is where the hell all that cum is comin’ from.” I had been wondering the same thing, but it was just one of my many exceptionally wonderful but mysterious changes. “The same place as my muscles and everything else, I guess,” I said after a few seconds. “Sunlight and electricity seem to make me grow. Maybe it’s like photosynthesis or something.” “I don’t think so,” Matt said. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Photosynthesis is a chemical process. Matter isn’t being created, just converted. Like from carbon dioxide and water into organic compounds like carbohydrates.” I stopped in my tracks. I realized again that I had no idea what Matt did for a living. Perhaps he was a scientist of some kind – but that could wait. “You are saying that I’m creating muscle and cum from nothing?” “Not from nothing – and it’s just a theory. I suppose you could be sucking a hundred pounds of carbon dioxide, nitrogen and water out of the air every day, but I don’t think so ... wait. Have you been drinking any water?” I had to think about it. Everything had been so strange lately. “Yeah,” I said. “Not a lot, but yeah, and you know, I haven’t taken a leak or anything.” “Okay, but it still doesn’t explain where the other elements are coming from. Calcium and sulfur, for example.” “So from where then?” I asked. “It’s complicated,” he said. “And I’m not a physicist, let alone a quantum physicist, so I probably can’t even explain it correctly.” “Try us,” Hank said impatiently. But I started walking again. “Later,” I said. “Right now I just want to hit the sack.” Not to mention that I wasn’t going to stand naked on a Manhattan sidewalk at midnight, even for a physics lesson from Matt – [email protected]. “You’re a veterinarian,” I said to Matt as we walked up the stairs. It was a guess, but also a logical explanation for his knowledge of organic chemistry. He looked at me and smiled. “Took you long enough,” he said. “Most people figure it out more quickly.” “I’m sorry,” I said sarcastically. “I haven’t been myself the past few days.” “Yeah, well, if you’re going to be a god, you’re going to have to do better,” he said and immediately sprinted up the remaining two flights of stairs. “Woo hoo!” He called out upon reaching the top. Hank looked at me, his expression dripping with mock impatience. “When does he fly back home?” “This weekend.” “It can’t come soon enough,” he said, but I knew he was kidding. He was as taken with Matt as I was. I looked up the stairs and then back at Hank. “You know, I don’t want him to leave.” * * * I reclined in the new, improved bed with my hands over my head. Hank and Matt had finished devouring a very late meal and assumed their positions on either side of me, their curious hands exploring my fantastic body. I couldn’t blame them; I would be doing the same thing. Hell, I did do the same thing. I watched my mammoth cock throb. Pre-cum continued to ooze from the piss slit, generated by some unexplained cum factory within my body. I had so little control over it. I couldn’t make it go flaccid. I couldn’t make it stop leaking. It really seemed to have a mind of its own. “It’s almost useless,” I said. “I love how big it is. I love how it looks and feels, but I can’t even fuck anymore.” “You fucked Carlos,” Hank said. “And could have killed him,” I said. “He must be one of the largest men in the world. If I’m too big for him, I’m too big for everyone else. And that doesn’t really help because it keeps getting bigger along with the rest of me.” “I love it,” Hank said. “I love you gettin’ bigger. I hope you get nine feet tall with a three foot cock.” Nine feet tall with a yard-long cock? I turned at looked at him. “That’s freaky, man. I had a dream this morning that I was that big.” Matt was quiet. He really did know how to be tactful. “And you liked it, too,” Hank said. “In the dream.” I did like it. I felt like a god testing his limits and not finding one. But I changed the subject. “Where did they take Carlos, anyway?” “Bellevue,” Matt said. “Where ever that is.” “Bellevue?” Hank sighed. “Oy.” Everything was black. I wondered if it was night already. Had I been asleep? I remembered someone talking to me – my sister. I must have been dreaming though, she lived in California. “I think he’s out of it,” a woman said. I took a deep breath. The air was clean, fresh, and slightly antiseptic. Were we in a hospital? Someone was shining a light in my eyes, which hurt. I tried to squeeze them shut. “He’s definitely out of it,” the voice said again. “Go ahead and call her.” Karen? She had asked about me? I opened my eyes and blinked. It was difficult to focus, but I was in a hospital room. A middle-aged woman was standing over me. She looked tired, but very attractive. “Welcome back,” the now-familiar voice said. “Can you tell me your name?” Of course I could. My name was Jamal. But there seemed to be a wall between my brain and my mouth. “Noor,” I said. I knew that wasn’t right, but that is what came out. I frowned. She nodded. “That’s okay. Your sister is on the way. She’s been staying at your apartment.” She smiled. “Try again.” It required much effort on my part and much patience from her, but I was finally able to say it. “Jamal,” I said. “My name is Jamal Al-Bakri.” “Good,” she said. “I’m Doctor McAllister. You’ve been in a coma for a few weeks, but you’re doing fine. Do you understand me?” I liked her. She seemed very nice. A coma? I wondered if the building I had carried Karen into had fallen and injured my head. But I did understand her so I nodded. She told me that I had been found unconscious in the Borough of Manhattan Community College parking garage after the collapse of the World Trade Center and brought here to Bellevue. The Twin Towers had been destroyed by terrorists. She didn’t tell me anything else. The parking garage made sense. The entrance was on West Broadway. I told the doctor there had been a woman with me. A woman named Karen. She claimed that she didn’t have any information about her. Next Chapter: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1974-transformation-part-i-mutation-chapter-eight/

As they prepare for the practice that evening, Miguel admits to Alden that he is a bit apprehensive having those pills with him. He says it is too tempting to use not just one, but all of them at one time. Alden says not to worry about it that much since Gibson at least trusts them with having them in safe keeping. As it turns out during practice, both Alden and Miguel are on separate squads as the biggest jerk of them all, Doug the first string quarterback, will be on the team with Alden. ‘Hey dipshit, way to use those fucking hands.’ He says to Alden after a play. Several of the other guys on the squad start laughing and giving high-fives to each other. Alden turns and rolls his eyes so Doug can’t see him doing it. As the team gathers together to give instructions, Doug once again harasses Alden telling him how much he wants to knock him out. ‘I’m giving you one more shot dumbass, catch the fucking ball.’ After the snap, Doug tosses the ball to Alden as he fumbles it and two linebackers knock him down. Alden winces in pain as the guys get off him. Doug walks over and glares at him. ‘That’s it fucker. We are going to have a chat in the locker room.’ He grabs Alden’s arm and lifts him up only to crack him in the back with his fist. Alden doubles over in pain for a few moments as the squad moves into the locker room from the field. He follows behind slowly. As he scurries inside, Doug pushes him up against a wall and starts to taunt him over and over. ‘So moron, I think you have just worn out your welcome on the team. Every guy here can probably vouch for me as to why you should probably be fired.’ ‘Hey I am sorry Doug. It’s just…..your passes are not exactly perfect.’ Doug begins to turn beet red at this answer. ‘WHAT THE FUCK? NOT PERFECT? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? You have been playing this stupid game for months Alden. Perhaps you just suck ass. I am so tired of this bullshit. I am done with you.’ Alden remembers the bottle in his jersey pocket and pops it open. He plops one of the pills in his hand and quickly knocks it down his throat. Doug smirks a little as he does this. ‘Well well, the poor little man must be in some pain if he is popping pain pills. I’ll give you REAL pain!’ Doug rams his fist over and over into Alden’s chest as he cries out in pain as the squad looks on. Remarkably though the pain subsides quickly as it turns to euphoria. Alden can feel the pill reacting almost immediately after it hits his stomach. Doug is completely oblivious to what is happening as several players turn to rush into the shower. Alden smiles as he feels his dark skin stretching filling up the open space in his jersey. Doug turns around and begins to notice the changes as his eyes get huge. Alden’s lower body begins to stretch the spandex to its limits as the seams begin to pop slowly. His skinny forearms have grown huge veins to accommodate his thick chocolate guns. Doug becomes mesmerized by these changes as Alden laughs hysterically feeling his chest start to burst out the front of his jersey revealing mammoth boulders of solid muscle. His abs tear through the bottle as his once nonexistent stomach muscles blow up into an astonishing 10-pack. His back and lats are now making quick work of the rest of his top as it falls to the ground. Even Alden’s face has changed as he grows a thick black beard and develops dimples in his chin and cheeks. He can see that Doug is getting turned on quite a bit. *deep voice* ‘UH HUH, who is the big man now star quarterback? Keep watching……ahh fuck look at these fucking guns.’ Alden flexes his monstrous arms as veins pop out everywhere to match his shiny brown skin. He feels his pants give way as the seams finally explode unleashing a mountain of brown muscle where his tiny legs used to be. Doug sees the silhouette of Alden’s growing love muscle as it snakes its way down his left quad. Alden makes a gesture with his eyebrows as he feels his cock beginning to rip its way free. ‘Ohh fuck yeah Doug I want you to punch me now. Give me all you have, I know you won’t have to the same impact as before.’ Doug goes to punch him in the chest and ends up hurting himself badly bruising fingers and yelling in agony. Alden’s cock finally breaks free from its captivity as the material shreds all the way down to his ankles and peels off revealing a hulking veiny black cock with a wet pink head bouncing up and down. The quarterback can’t take his eyes off of it but starts to back off. Alden walks toward him and grab his arms before he can take off. ‘Going somewhere Doug? I don’t think so, now it is time for you to feel a few punches.’ Alden lightly punches him in the gut and then along his sides making the quarterback wince every time. The huge black stud shreds Doug’s jersey and pulls him into his grasp. He starts to squeeze him tightly making the frightened white man try to get away again. Alden laughs at him trying to push his legs free. The big black hulk lifts him up and starts doing lunges with him before tossing him around and smack his backside a few times. Doug gets a tad angry at this but knows he can’t do a thing about it. Alden tears his pants open to start massaging the quarterback’s hot butt. Doug yells for help but the guys in the shower are gathering around to see what happens next without any intervention. Some of them even give the thumbs up to Alden as he slowly starts to push one of his hands into Doug’s tight hole. The immobile victim tries to tighten his hole but Alden’s incredible power only makes it hurt worse. He tries to scream but Alden takes his free hand and covers his mouth preventing any sound from getting out. Some of the guys watching begin stroking their cocks as they notice Alden’s engorged cock pooling pre all over the floor. He moans as he successfully starts to stretch the quarterback’s hole wider and wider to get his beefy black hand inside. ‘That’s a good boy Doug, let go of that tension inside you. I can make you feel oh so good.’ He pushes his hand in and out a few times as a few of the players start to move in closer to him. One of them gets down on the floor to gulp down on Alden’s huge cock making him shutter. He begins to realize that he is the center of attention as guys begin shoving their cocks in his face. Hands begin massaging him as he lets go of Doug. The scared quarterback goes running into the shower to sulk. Alden begins sucking multiple cocks as he himself gets serviced. Before long there are five cocks spewing thick frothy cum all over Alden’s massive muscles as his shiny brown coat begins to look all white. He laughs and gives winks to all of the guys as they go back into the shower to clean up. The one servicing his cock continues to work him over. Alden tells him to stop so he can go harass Doug who is still in the shower area. Alden waddles in as guys start gesturing to where Doug is at. Alden tries to move slowly so he doesn’t make much noise. Doug appears to be in shock as he cowers in one of the bathroom stalls. Alden opens the door quickly and tries to maneuver his way in so he can get to Doug. He stops smiling at him and looks as if he feels a bit sorry for Doug. ‘Look man, I get you are an asshole, but I know how to help you relax. Maybe we can salvage some kind of agreement out of this. You leave me and my friend Miguel alone and I won’t hurt you. You have already screwed up your chances of being the first quarterback now Doug. Give me that fine ass of yours.’ ‘I am not queer freak. You come near me and I will press charges.’ Alden grabs him before he can move and turns him around so his ass touches the black hulk’s cock. Doug begins violently squirming causing Alden to restrain him so he doesn’t injury himself further. ‘Come on now Doug just relax, I think you just need a good anal massage to clear out those nasty thoughts in your head. It will be good for you.’ ‘Fuck you faggot, you won’t get away with this.’ ‘Too late genius, I think the entire first-string practice squad has jizzed all over me so they gave their approval.’ Doug can feel Alden’s huge rod starting to move inside him as he moans in agony. Alden starts to push his weight on top of the frightened quarterback as his enormous chest rubs on the white man’s back. The black hulk starts to grind him slowly as he moans deeply into Doug’s ear. ‘Ahhh good boy Doug…..i can feel you relaxing already. Let me do all the work and you just enjoy the ride.’ Alden increases his speed and starts to yell as he feels his balls growing and filling with tons of cum. Doug moans himself as he feels his cock getting hard. Alden sees this and reaches around to stroke it. The quarterback starts to rub Alden’s massive tree trunk quads and appears to be going with the flow. ‘See it feels good doesn’t it? Now do we have an understanding about me and Miguel?’ ‘Uhh what the…..oh mmmmm…..fuck your cock is so……yeah we have an understanding Alden. Shit man I am blown away by your size and power…..how did you do this?’ ‘Hehe it is my secret. Mmmmm oh fuck it is going to be a big load Doug, where do you want it?’ ‘What? I don’t want your cum on me that is fucking sick. I mean…..oh fuck you won’t take no as an answer will you?’ Alden laughs and says it depends. Doug quickly agrees that he won’t harass him or Miguel again. Alden pulls out and slaps his cock on Doug’s neck. He flips him around and slaps his face and lips with it. ‘Open up for me Doug…..i think you might enjoy what I have to offer.’ Doug slowly opens his mouth as Alden shoves it inside and starts fucking him rapidly. Doug moans deeply as Alden begins to gasp feeling his load pushing its way up into his thick rod. He pulls his cock out of Doug’s mouth and wanks it wildly. ‘OHHHH YEAHH MAN IT IS COMING FAST……OH FUCK……STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT DOUG…..’ Doug sticks his tongue out as Alden’s piss slit gapes open and shoots thick ropes down his throat. Doug gags immediately as Alden pumps jet after jet down his gullet. The quarterback drools huge amounts of cum down his chest as Alden yells in ecstasy. Several players start shooting their loads all over the shower and bathroom hearing and seeing the whole sequence. The black hulk finishes cumming and leans down to scoop his jizz up and swallows it. He leaves the stall and walks over to one of the showers to clean up. Doug stumbles to his feet and goes to the other side of the shower area to clean up. Most of the practice squad gather around Alden as he begins to shrink. They mutter to themselves wondering how he could be shrinking. Doug stands in utter silence under a shower head as he stares into space. It is unclear what he will do next after this crazy experience. End of Part II

Pleasure Growth 8 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1116-pleasure-growth/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1117-pleasure-growth-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1118-pleasure-growth-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1256-pleasure-growth-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1257-pleasure-growth-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1389-pleasure-growth-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1489-pleasure-growth-part-7/ "What do you mean we may be discovered?" "He's actually a lost young man, named Aaron. He ran away after one of his growth spurts, got hit by a circus train and has amnesia from that accident. Titus is what he was going by while working at the circus, trying to remember who he was. Not only is his whole family looking out for him, but the circus strongman is on the loose and rampage out looking for him, too." "They will not find him in the cavern." "Do you see what we're talking next to?!? We're standing next to his feet! The cavern is just under sixty feet in length. His feet are sticking nine feet out of the entrance. His whole body fills the cavern. If we do another ceremony and make him grow again, he won't fit in the cave at all! And even if he did, his penis is tall enough that it sticks out the hole when erect. Someone, is going to see him soon." Aaron was listening to the two men arguing at the front of the cavern. He was still a little groggy, but had felt better than he had in quite a while. He recognized one of the voices as the leader of the little clan of two-spirit people who were using him as a rite of passage or membership to their group. They had caused him to grow at least twice since he'd been here. "....He's at least sixty-nine feet tall now." "We have the herbs and medicines, they will keep him sedated." "Well, that's the other thing. I'm not sure they will, or we can. Each time he grew it meant not only more size height wise, but he's gained in muscle mass, more weight. I don't think we have enough of the herb to make a strong enough batch to keep him sedated." That's why he was feeling better. He's been drugged all this time and his body was now too big for the dosage they were feeding him. He was getting used to it, it was too small, so now he was waking up. "What more could he ask for? He's got us to worship him, and grope him, stroke him off. What man wouldn't like that? Brew the biggest batch you can. We'll sedate him, and then send parties out to gather as much of the herb as we can." "What more could I ask for?", thought Aaron. "WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR!?! I could as for my freedom, thank you very much!" Aaron's mind began to crowd with images of him and his older brothers playing basketball and other games during the summer. He was late bloomer that hadn't bloomed until he got the shot, laced with the uber formula created by that wacko. But that meant growing up he was always so much smaller than his older brothers, and instead of playing ball, they played keep away with him being it all the time. But then Aaron's brothers were replaced by the men here in the cave. All of them rubbing on him, taunting him, how they could keep him here, how although they were serving him, was he was serving them? "Oh, hell to the no!", he thought. "They want size....I can give them size." Aaron began to oh so lightly buck his hips and positioned a hand up and onto his very ample and large cock. "oooh yeah...come on!..." Aaron's cock began to stir, began to lengthen, thicken, and grow.... "Hmmmmmmm fuck yeah!" It grew and swelled reaching a semi-flaccid state... and then the feeling began to come over Aaron. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the last time he blew a load and grew, but he was hoping he could grow this time. He'd grow, grow so big he'd burst out of this cavern, so big the remaining sedative in him wouldn't be able to work it was now too small a batch. His body grew up and up and up first, his feet starting to move further out of the cavern, while his head and shoulders pushed against the back wall. The two men talking in front stopped when they heard some scrapping sounds, and finally realized it was Aaron's feet; they were growing larger and scooting across the ground. "He's awake! And making himself horny to grow, we've got to stop him before it really kicks in!" Making a run for the back of the cavern. the two men halted suddenly when Aaron spread his legs apart as quickly as he could and blocked the men's entry They both rain into the sides of Aaron's ankles, which were firmly pressed against the cavern mouth sides, and slowly but surely growing out and away from them. Dazed and confused after bouncing off of Aaron's ankles, the two men lay on the ground and watch the sight unfold. Aaron kept rubbing his cock and thinking about how much bigger than his brothers he was, how much bigger than his captors he was, and that he was about to become even bigger and stronger, more hung and virile. "Oooooh yeaaaaaaah!" Despite the fact of his arms being pinned and wedged into the cavern too narrow for his body and torso, Aaron was able to get in some nice strokes on his cock with his long and thick fingers. Finally, his prick rose up high enough, almost fully erect, that it was touching the hole in the ceiling and the slick fur pelts that covered it. He let those furs kiss his piss slit and head and as that caused him to get fully erect, he began to thrust and buck his hips pushing the cock through the hole. "AAuuuuugh FUCK! Yes that feels....so....." But Aaron cut himself off, the sensation hitting him again so hard. His body grew and swelled in every direction, in height, in muscle mass, in ball and cock size. His head, neck, and shoulders grew first pushing into the back wall of the cavern. It hurt his head at first, feeling like his head might get crushed in, but soon Aaron could feel his head and shoulders were making dents into the rock wall. His shoulders, back, delts, bunched and rolled, mounded and grew, wider and wider pushing into the back side walls of the cave, and although it felt as though he was receiving cuts, the side walls also soon gave way to the burgeoning, mounding, titanium dense muscle fiber that was building and building up on Aaron's body. His chest was inflating, rolling out in thickness and width, barreling out more and more, further and wider, looking almost like a roll of asphalt being laid down upon a road. It just kept going and spreading! It developed into two huge gigantic globes of granite. The upper arms were next, bunching, balling, peaking, rising up and out, swelling higher and thicker. The biceps were growing into mountains of their own right, so tall, to thick, so peaked and full. With the chest along side them, they began to rise up and push on the ceiling of the cavern. Meanwhile the gigantic horseshoe shape of the triceps was flexing and popping with just as much size, pushing down into the cavern floor, helping to rise Aaron off the ground, and indeed, dent and crumble to dust some of the cave's foundation. His thighs ballooned next, all the individual tear drop shapes expanding and increasing like balloons being filled with water. So much mass, the slightest movement and they wiggled and wobbled, their density shimming back and forth. Their diamond like cuts cut and rose into the cavern ceiling as their partner the biceps femoris, or the back of the thigh, along with the other back leg muscles grew and swelled pushing hard into the ground. Aaron had thought that he'd feel the calves getting caught, filling up the cavern entrance, but he was growing up as much as he was filling out. The cave entrance was meeting him at the bottom of his thighs. If he had been wearing shorts, his thighs would be splitting, ripping, and blowing the hem apart right now, but he wasn't wearing shorts, he was wearing the cavern, and his thighs were doing an excellent job of splitting, ripping, and blowing apart the cavern mouth. His calves having grown out with his legs, we free to bunch and hunch, pop and swell, on their own, growing large enough to almost push against one another and fight for room. The two men of the two-spirit clan, who were knocked down by Aaron's ankles, we pushed and tumbled round by the growing legs, to get over come by the giant sized calves. The massive giant heart shape, becoming engorged with blood, swelling thicker, denser, harder, with each pump, pushing the men further and farther away from the entrance. Thick veins running all over the place, fueling this growth. The two men remember when Aaron first collapsed in this cavern, how they just barely stood taller than the bottom of his calve, and now a single calve of Aaron's stood nearly two - three times their height by itself. Aarons cock and balls finished the growth. The testicles and scrotum being pushed up into the ceiling by the thighs, as they continued to swell, and inflate, as if they had an air horse with thousands of pounds of pressure hooked up to them. Aaron moaned and cried as each second he grew bigger, his balls grew bigger, the cavern stayed the same size, and the racking of his junk was becoming incredible. His cock grew long and hard, and up through the cavern ceiling hole. He tries to buck harder and harder to finish his growth, but it was becoming hard to do. His last growth spurt had made it so his cock was fairly even in position with the hole, but now, he had grown so big, although he got his head and his growing shaft through the hole, his groin region and therefore the base of his prick, had grown up closer to the entrance, a bit away from under the hole. But it didn't matter, Aaron had made it in, and he was trying to buck as much as he could to pleasure himself. But with his body growing, and his bucking, he had become too large, to dense, and too strong for the cavern. The sounds of chipping, breaking, falling rock were being heard everywhere from entrance to cavern end, outside to inside. To the men outside it sounded like a rock slide, and felt like an earthquake. Chucks of the cavern walls began to explode apart and blast outward. The two men had to make a run for it so as not to be crushed by boulders sailing through the air. The ceiling had started to give way and it fissured and cracked all around the hole, until the hole slide down, like a ring around Aaron's massive python of a cock. It landed at the base and stayed there, causing huge amounts of blood to go into but not out of the monstrous schlong, causing an increase in the growth of Aaron's massive member. But now, Aaron's arms and thus hands were free to finish the job by stroking away. And stroke he did, grunting, moaning, screaming, while his voice developed slightly deeper, his body continued to grow out further, his limbs growing out longer, his balls getting bigger churning up more and more testosterone and cum. "WUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" One last swell of gigantic growth and Aaron blew his load. Rising high into the air, the gargantuan glob of goo splattered several hundred feet away and up on the side of a mesa, making it look more like a snow covered mountain peak. Lingering trails of the shot strung from mesa to Aaron, hit the ground forming what looked like might, white capped rivers of rapids. Suddenly all the geological debris began to move, slide, roll, every which way, as Aaron began to pick himself up and stand. And stand he did, up and up, taller, and taller, with back, shoulders, chest, lat, so broad and thick he threatened to make the surrounding mesas look small in comparison. Rock, dust, and dirt, cascaded off him revealing a young man with the body of an amateur bodybuilder, fully pumped from a huge workout, his forearms, legs, some parts of his chest, and a small portion of his abs, looked a little dirtier as hair had begun to grow in thicker there and catch and hold more of the dirt than just his smooth skin. Aaron, gave one last shudder, and thrust of his cock, causing that prick to swell slightly once more, and shatter the natural cock ring that had formed, exploding it off his body. His chest heaving, Aaron tried to look around after all the dust settled from the collapsed cavern, but found he needed to bend at the waist and look over and down due to the expansion and size of his chest. It took him a while to find what he was looking for, the two men he knew to be at the mouth of the cave when he woke up and began this jack off session. Bugs... they looked like bugs to him, not even able to come up to his ankles when both he and they were standing flat footed. Something was still coursing through Aaron, however. It wasn't his memory, it wasn't the sensation of growth, it was a feeling....a feeling of sheer power. The flash backs of his brother taunting him during basketball, mixed with the feelings of his captors holding him prisoner here, and now... now he knew no one would hold him prisoner, no one could taunt him for being small and weak, and he knew... ... ... somehow, he knew... the power was still building up inside of him, ready to be unleashed again, and yet again, and again. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!" Aaron screamed and stomped his foot causing the earth to shake. "How do you like your god now!?!" Aaron gave a most muscular and growled heavily. The two men, now frightened beyond belief, came and pissed their pants at the same time. Looking down at the reaction these ant sized men had over him, Aaron's cock sprung to life instantly, sent a shiver down the shaft, through the balls, and back up Aaron's spine. Grabbing his cock, he pointed it downward and blew once again. The two men, tried to run, but massive glob of spunk was two large. They were stuck as if hit by a tidal wave, carried on the tide of it by fifty feet or so. Almost drowned the men staggered to get to their feet, sliding and slipping on the muddy ground soaked with cum. "RAAAAAAAAAAUGH! I AM TITUS! Your god is thirsty and needs a bath, where is the closest river?" The two men tried to scream and point which Aaron could scarcely see nor hear, but finally they crawled to a dry spot and with their bodies formed the shape of an arrow pointing the direction of where a river was located. Aaron smiled and casually walked off, his footsteps sounding like bombs going off and sending lab equipment into frenzied fits of data recording a geological labs around the United States and Mexico.

They get to the facility fairly quickly since it is located right next to the airport. When they get inside, Victor manages to get all of Jessie’s documents signed so he can become a member of the company without any delays. They are whisked away into a waiting area where four other men are also standing. Two of them are quite heavily muscular while the other two are small like Jessie. He walks over to one of them and taps on his shoulder. The man turns around and is wearing wiry glasses. He smiles and puts his hand out to shake Jessie’s. “Ehh hi there, I’m Thomas. Where are you from?” “Iowa actually, my name is Jessie. Are you from another part of the country?” “Yeppers, I’m from Maine. I have been mistaken for being Canadian quite a bit though because of my accent. I try to cover up the bad parts as much as I can.’ Jessie admits to himself that the guy is pretty cute. He is very slender and there is hardly any muscle anywhere on his body. Jessie looks at his own arms and smiles. Victor sees this and smiles as well. He leans in to Jessie and whispers, “I know what you are thinking. Wow…..this guy needs more help than me, but every man is different. Genetics can be unlocked and you will find this out later on.” The other man standing with them doesn’t seem too interested in talking to anyone so Jessie asks Thomas about him. “So who is the other guy with us? Is he not friendly or something?” “Oh that is Bronson. I think he is just really scared because he hasn’t traveled anywhere before. He talked to me earlier and told me he was from the outskirts of Laredo Texas I think. I’m sure he will talk to you if he gets the impression that you are in the same situation he is in.” “Okay I’ll try to start up a conversation with him then.” Jessie walks over to him to get his attention, but instead makes him jump up in the air and says ‘Sweet Jesus!’ about ten times before he finally calms down. “Holy lord dude you about made me fill my britches. Sorry this whole experience is just so……crazy for me. I don’t think I look too bad, but my agent Lorenzo keeps telling me that I need to lose the fat. Am I really that fat?” Bronson lifts his shirt and shows off his ball belly which is covered in brown hair. Jessie makes a gesture with his face then smiles. “Well Bronson, Thomas over there told me your name and I think you look pretty sexy. Obviously the company has something else in mind for you though. Ohh…..and my name is Jessie by the way.” He shakes Bronson’s hand and puts his left arm around him. Bronson calms down a bit and pulls his shirt back down. “Thanks dude for being cool. Maybe this won’t be as hard on me as I thought it would be.” Thomas walks over to them as Jessie puts his other arm around his back. Jessie realizes that he getting great vibes from both of these men now. Victor and the other agents disappear as another large man walks in front of them and directs them into a side room. They follow as he has them sit in three empty seats located ten feet from his desk. He sits down and takes his jacket off revealing his under armor shirt which is hiding nothing from them. His immense muscles look as if they are about to break free as Jessie moans under his breath as he unknowingly stares at the man’s insanely veiny arms. The man looks directly at him and grins. “I see someone has a muscle fetish. That is great since you were likely picked partly for that reason. Each one of you was selected because Maximum Nutrition received letters from your respectable gyms about making a huge change in your lives. All three of you will have your own surrogates whom you have already met back in your respectable hometowns. As for myself, I will be overseeing your progress while you are here. My name is Arliss Mancari, and I would like to say that I also went through the program that you are about to enter. I was one of the first winners they ever had in the lottery.” He stands up and moves around the front of his desk to sit his giant bubble butt on the edge while he crosses his arms. Jessie continues to stare at him like he is in some kind of trance. Arliss smirks as he looks at the other two men. “You are Jessie right? *he points at him* Bronson is on the left correct? Which means that Thomas must be on the right? You all have different body types which should be interesting because this doesn’t happen that often. I want to individually speak with each one of you just so I can get an idea of what you are expecting to get out of all of this.” He stands back up and tells Bronson and Thomas to leave the room. Jessie turns red as he sits in his chair looking quite embarrassed. Arliss walks around his desk again to pull his desk chair in front of Jessie before sitting down in it not even two feet away. His testosterone is permeating the small man’s nose which is making him sigh just a bit. He looks into Arliss’s eyes making the huge stud grunt a few times. “So Jessie, I believe your surrogate is Victor Dumas right?” “Yeah he seems really cool. Very personable and friendly, I like him.” “He is quite friendly. He was in the lottery just a couple of years ago and he is one of its huge success stories. He was quite skinny, but a real cutie too. I have noticed that you study people’s physical attributes constantly. You haven’t taken your eyes off mine since you came in here. I admire that a lot. I am not going to lie to you, I get hunches about our clients each year and normally I am right about how well they respond to the program.” “So you think I will do well here?” “I think you will be a HUGE success story. *he winks* I’m not just saying that Jessie, you will literally explode in size because you are open to it. I can sense it in you. You want to study my body a little more?” He stands up and tries to take his shirt off but motions for help. Jessie gets up as well to help him slide it off his upper body as his muscles spill out. He grabs Jessie’s hands and puts them onto his pecs and arms. Jessie squeezes them. “Don’t be afraid of me Jessie, I want you to feel them all since you can have this kind of power as well. Our bodies deep down have this kind of potential to grow.” Jessie continues to rub his massive arms and runs his hands on the giant veins running up from his forearms into his shoulders. He moans as he stares into Arliss’s eyes. “Feels nice huh? There is more of course.” Arliss pulls his pants down as he flexes his enormous calves and quads. His jock is barely able to hold his cock and balls in as his giant bubble butt gleans with sweat. The smell of testosterone nearly makes Jessie pass out. “Oh my gawd, I didn’t think it was possible to get this big?” He rubs Arliss’s veiny legs and squeezes his bubble butt. Arliss begins to moan deeply as he looks down at Jessie and smiles. “That feels great Jessie. You have a tremendous way of massaging muscles. I don’t normally do this with new clients, but I sense a strong thirst for muscle in you. I am feeling really horny now and won’t be able to keep my jock on much longer, think you can help me out with that?” Jessie stops touching him and backs off a bit. Arliss realizes he may have gone too far with him and backs off himself. “Oh sorry about that Jessie, I should know better than that but…..your touch is so nice that I don’t want you stop.” “Uhhh…..don’t you have a boyfriend or husband? I would think you could have any man you want.” “Yes I do have a husband and we have an open relationship. We both have no problem seeing other men as long as we trust each other. He is the founder of this company by the way, Maxwell Hardy. He has his own boy toy and I am still searching for one actually. Perhaps I should end this consult and move on to the other two?” Jessie sits back down and tries to calm himself a bit before getting up and walking back over to Arliss again to rub his massive back and glutes as he leans up against him. The big stud moans deeply as he reaches his enormous arms around to rub on Jessie a bit. “See I knew you had a desire inside you. Do you want to try and help me out of that jock again?” Jessie gets down on his knees and smells the sweaty jock before running his tongue along it as he reaches up to squeeze Arliss’s swollen pecs and abs. The big man pulls Jessie’s shirt off slowly trying not to rip it as well as his shorts. He sees that Jessie doesn’t wear underwear which makes him growl as the smaller man’s thick bull cock hangs freely. “Oh wow Jessie, I can foresee a body that will match that beautiful piece you have there. I need mine to be released from captivity as well.” Jessie pulls the man’s jock down as his thick uncut cock hits the smaller admirer in the face making him sigh before he slides his tongue down the foreskin. Arliss moans louder as he reaches down to rub Jessie’s head and shoulders. “Oh yes sir that feels awesome. You really know how to make a man feel really good.” Jessie slowly swallows his huge member down as he squeezes Arliss’s giant arms and gets a steady rhythm going on it. The big stud immediately starts to drain precum down his throat which is making Jessie work even harder. “OH FUCK YOU HAVE A HUNGER JESSIE! I LOVE IT! MMMM KEEP GOING MAN. MAKE ME CUM HARD!’ Jessie moves his hands over to Arliss’s huge pecs teasing his swollen nipples and slapping them hard making the big man yell in excitement. The huge man starts to massage Jessie’s firm ass, even fingering his hole. “OH JESSIE, IT IS COMING MAN! GET READY FOR IT!” Jessie can feel the bigger man’s huge balls contracting as the cum flows into his cock as Jessie looks up into his top’s eyes and moans deeply. Arliss explodes down his admirer’s throat shooting rope after thick rope of his white river feeling Jessie’s eager mouth swallow every single drop. “LET ME SEE IT JESSIE! *Jessie opens his mouth* OH GAWD YEAH, YOU HAVE THE LUST FOR MUSCLE! The company is going to have a field day with you. Now get up here hot stuff so you can sit on my desk and I can return the favor.” Jessie gets up and sits on the desk as Arliss walks over and shoves his heaving pecs in his face which promptly makes Jessie nurse them as he sucks on both of his nips hard. Arliss moans deeply as his partner munches and licks them over and over again. “Awesome Jessie, that feels incredible! A little more massaging on my tits and you will get a mighty tasty reward for your effort.” Jessie takes this to heart as he works both nips over several more times. Arliss laughs as he massages his small admirer’s cock slowly. “OH YEAH JESSIE LIKE THAT…..JUST LIKE THAT…..OH GAWD THAT FEELS SO GOOD…..MMMMMM” Jessie can feel Arliss’s pecs contracting as he shoots several streams of milk down his partner’s throat with each pec. Jessie moans loudly as he feels a load starting to build up in his own ballsac. “I can feel it man, let me take care of that for you.” Arliss slides down to swallow Jessie’s cock and slowly sucks on it feeling the cum building up quickly. He sighs deeply as Jessie moans louder feeling it move towards his cockhead. Arliss opens his mouth to watch it squirt as several ropes launch into his mouth and cover parts of his face. He grunts as he slides Jessie’s cock back inside his mouth to gulp down what is remaining. He smacks his admirer’s back lightly and smiles. He pulls it back out after Jessie stops cumming. “Jessie wow we need to do this again soon because this was fucking great. I think you are destined to not only be big like me, but to be with someone like me.” He stands up and puts Jessie’s hands back on his chest. Jessie leans in to start kissing his abs as Arliss flexes his massive guns. His engorged member bounces making Jessie reach down to grab it and start rubbing in quick, firm strokes. Arliss nearly yells feeling another giant load building up in his balls again. “Oh yeah Jessie I have another one waiting for you. Mmmmm…..fuck you really know how to turn me on.” Jessie moans as Arliss shoots several more jets of cum this time all over his upper body. The smaller man leans down to lick the spurting cock with his tongue catching a few strings as they go flying down his throat. Arliss laughs again as he gently rubs Jessie on the head. He finishes cumming and the two men sit together on the desk. “Whew Jessie, you are one sexy fucker. You have made a friend here today for sure. I will do everything I possibly can to make this experience work for you. I will have to wait and see the other two men another time now it seems.” He laughs and rubs Jessie’s chest a few times before stopping. “This was an awesome experience for me as well Arliss. I didn’t know this was inside me. I was so scared to come here without my ex, but now I feel alright.” “Heh, you may have several exes once you get out of here Jessie. I just hope that I have a chance with you once your program is completed.” The two sweaty men try to pull themselves together before they put their clothes back on. Arliss contacts his assistant and tells him to reschedule his consults with Bronson and Thomas until later in the day. As Jessie prepares to leave the room, Arliss stops him and lifts him up to give him a kiss on the lips. The small man moans as they feel a connection forming between them. When they finish, they smile at each other as Arliss puts him back down. Jessie leaves to find his room as Victor waits for him down the hall. Arliss realizes that he is developing a crush on the smaller man which surprises him greatly. End of Part 2

Visiting your childhood home after you have lived elsewhere for ten years is always so strange. It’s a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand you’re now a grown man and you have a separate adult life, but on the other hand you kind of revert back to emotions and attitudes you had when you were fifteen or sixteen. I’m now a successful high-end residential real estate salesman in Los Angeles, but put me back in that small town in Georgia and I revert to being a kid that’s struggling to find his identity. And some of that struggle is not fun to remember. Growing up gay in the south can be very hard and something that you never truly get over. I’ve been out to my parents for years, but it continues to be a topic that never really gets discussed. I blame the fact that I’m still single as one of the contributing factors to this perpetual silence. This trip was a quick four day stop on my way back home after some work in New York. It’s only my second visit in the last three years. I really need to get better about visiting my parents. As soon as I sit down at the kitchen table my mom starts the laundry list of questions. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to rest? Do you want me to fix you something? Let me tell you what we have in the fridge. Do you need anything washed? It almost seems like she’s trying to prevent even a second of quiet time because she’s fearful I might start talking about something scary – like my love life or, worse, my sex life. My parents are good people, but please don’t ask them to talk about subjects that have been taboo in my family since before the middle ages. After I successfully avoided any fattening food items being shoved down my throat and every type of beverage known to humans, my mother somehow convinced me to take a cake she had made to my neighbor, Mr. Ross. I cannot fathom how she manipulated me so easily, but that’s my mom. Before I even have time to protest I am walking across our front lawn to the house next door. Mr. Ross is not only our neighbor, but he was my English teacher in the 11th grade. He and his mother moved into the house next door at the beginning of that specific school year. I always thought of Mr. Ross as a mousy man. I guess he must have been only about fifteen years older than me when I was in his class, but because of his demeanor and his smallness I thought of him as ancient. I hoped he would not be at home so I wouldn’t have to speak to him. It seems that his mother had passed away about a year before and my mother had continued to make him a weekly cake since then – as if she were still helping him to heal. She told me I could just leave the Tupperware container on the porch if no one answered. That is what I wished more than anything. I really just wanted to return to my parent’s house and be a vegetable for a few days. It had been a grueling, but lucrative, month. I had sold two properties in Santa Barbara and even found time to unload a fabulous condo in New York. These sales made it possible for me to not worry about money for at least half a year. I rang the door bell and waited. There were no sounds coming from inside and this brought me relief. I did not want to stand on this porch and have to produce chit-chat with Mr. Ross. He had been an okay teacher, but we had pretty much made his life a living hell because it was his first year teaching at a public school and he was such a push-over. I decided to ring the bell one more time before I put the cake down on the welcome mat. There wasn’t any initial response so I bent down to gently place the container on the ground. That’s when the door opened. I looked up and gazed on what seemed like calves, but I wasn’t sure. I had never seen lower legs that bulged out so much at the sides. Just by looking at the two muscled shins in front of me I knew the upper legs attached were definitely jacked, as well. I stood up quickly and the sight in front of me caused me to topple backwards a couple of steps. I was too caught off guard to prevent the first thing that came to my mind to escape from my lips. “Holy shit!” “Little Will Thornton. How the heck are you? Your mom mentioned you were coming for a visit.” “Damn, Mr. Ross, what happened to you?” “Oh, you noticed the improvements, eh? Nothing happened really, I just found a lot of free time in my schedule after mom died and decided to fill it with a little weightlifting. You didn’t see her at the end, but she was so bad off that she really needed care around the clock. I guess I had forgotten what it feels like to have time for other things.” “You’re fucking huge now!” “Um, Will, I know I’m not your teacher anymore, but I really feel like I should encourage you to use less profanity and find words more appropriate for what you’re trying to convey. Remember, I teach English.” “What I’m trying to say Mr. Ross is that you look like some juiced-up bodybuilder and not the meek little guy I remember from high school. I wouldn’t have recognized you if I had passed you on the street.” “Thanks for the compliment, but please know that this is all natural – there’s no juice in this body. I was kind of squirrelly back then, wasn’t I?” There was a moment of silence as I simply stared at the man and Mr. Ross gave me time to take in the full transformation that had occurred to his body. The man had never been really tall; maybe five-eight or five-nine – five-ten at the most. But he sure seemed a lot taller now. His freakishly broad shoulders filled the entire doorway. The black tank top he was wearing was stretched to the max across his mammoth chest. There wasn’t enough material to cover his right hard nipple, which was surrounded by a large dark circle of skin and a patch of perfect brown fur. The same beautiful hair dusted the top of his magnificent pectoral muscles and for a second it looked like he actually took a small brush and made sure each strand of hair traveled in the same downward pattern. There was a pretty wide cavern created by the two huge globes of chest meat and the taut top of the cloth - struggling to not rip from being pressed out to the max. It seemed like my entire arm could have easily been lost in that empty space. A second glance at Mr. Ross’ face made my toes scrunch up in my shoes from an immediate rush of lust. The sheepish mustache that had in high school made his face look like some scrawny geek-ish used car salesman was now full and beautiful enough to make him look like some rough-and-ready masculine cowboy. The rest of his face matched the neatly cropped hair on his upper lip. The once pale Mr. Ross now had the golden sheen of someone that spent lots of time outside and his skin was beautifully smooth. His haircut made him look stylish and helped to emphasize his manly jaw line. It was basically the face of a drop-dead gorgeous muscle daddy. Then it hit me, Mr. Ross was now the epitome of daddy-ness. This revelation was reinforced by the large slabs of muscled meat that hung from both of his monstrous shoulders. His upper arms actually seemed so big that the poor guy probably wore a tank top because it was the only type of shirt that would fit. I could not believe how his biceps bulged out like someone had just used a tire pump to shoot massive amounts of air into them. His arms, however, didn’t look fake – they looked mouth-watering hard and equally as powerful. My two arms put together and pumped to the max would not come close to the size of one of his. My eyes could not move from his biceps. I struggled to think of something clever to say. I wanted to not be rude and I wanted my old English teacher to be proud of my adult command of our language, but, alas, it was not meant to be. “Shit, your arms are unbelievable.” “Thanks Will. It was arms day and I just finished an intense workout. Hey, why don’t you come in for a second? I need to turn off something on the stove and let’s get this cake to the kitchen.” As he said this, Mr. Ross bent over to scoop up the cake. This gave me a chance to view his back and my eyes instantly ached from trying to bug out of my head. His v-shape was insane and the muscles in his upper back, clearly visible through the shirt, were as huge as the rest of him. He stood back up and saw the shocked look on my face - and the fact that my mouth had dropped wide open. He reached out with his right forefinger and pushed my chin upward; closing my mouth. “And maybe a glass of water for you would be a good idea. Follow me.” When Mr. Ross turned around I let out a little squeal of delight. The man’s ass was mind-blowing. It was obviously extremely muscled and jutted out perfectly - as if he was slowly turning into a centaur and this was the beginning of his massive horse-butt. The old line “you could have rested a tray of drinks there” came to mind. I swear the guy had an ass-shelf beyond anything I had ever seen. I immediately longed to force my face between those mountains of muscle and let my tongue explore his daddy hole. As soon as I cried out the guy squeezed his ass cheeks together and those incredible dimples that appear on the behinds of bodybuilders became visible even through his dark cotton gym shorts. It was obvious that Mr. Ross was showing off for me. This made my cock shoot to full hardness; having begun to immediately become rigid earlier when he had opened the door. As I walked with him to the kitchen I was immediately taken aback by the improvements that had been done to the house. It had been a basic suburban home for years – two stories with a basement and nothing to get excited about. Mr. Ross had re-done the entire place, opening the kitchen into a large great room and putting large movable sliding glass walls along the back. You could basically walk out onto a beautiful deck from the living space and then down a few steps to a new large pool. The guy had probably increased the already insane price of the big home by two hundred thousand - at least. As much as my realtor mind wanted to focus on the house, my lustful mind wanted to only focus on the older man’s body. I followed him into the large kitchen area and stopped by the big island in the middle of the room as he turned off a boiling pot at the stove. “I needed a little protein so I was boiling some eggs. After an intense workout like today I usually have to eat about a dozen or so hard-boiled eggs just to satisfy this big body.” Listening to Mr. Ross speak about downing twelve eggs as a little snack and hearing how easily he now referred to his big body turned me on in a way that was completely new. There was something erotic about the fact that this once mousey little man was now a powerhouse of muscle and cockiness. His swagger even seemed somehow muscled – or, more appropriately, super-powerful. I also got the sense that Mr. Ross really liked how I responded to his new body. I think he loved the idea of making me weak at the knees just from standing near me. I watched him as he cooled and then ate fourteen eggs in quick succession. He downed a gallon jug full of some putrid-green juice and then belched loudly. His actions were so out of character for the man I had known all those years ago, but they seemed so natural for the muscled god standing in front of me. I was mesmerized by the huge older man. “Thanks Will. I needed to balance out my insides as quickly as I could. You wouldn’t like to see me with low-blood sugar. I become a little aggressive and there’s no telling what I might do. Can I offer you anything? You want a beer?” “Wow! Those are words I never thought I’d be hearing from you – and not only because you used to be my teacher. It’s mainly because I would have never taken you as a beer drinker. I’m beginning to think my high school image of you was not very fair.” “No, no, you were right to think of me differently back then. I was completely the opposite of what I am now, wasn’t I? I can handle the truth, don’t worry.” “Well, yeah . . . I mean, yes, you were. You were kind of a geek, Mr. Ross and now you’re . . . well, I mean, you are . . . it’s just that you kind of changed. Now, you’re more of a huge muscle daddy.” “See, that wasn’t too hard now, was it Will. And thanks, by the way. I like the fact that people can notice the change in me.” “How could they not? You’re about three times the size of your former self – maybe even five times!” “Well yes, yes I am. But I meant more the changes that have happened inside of me. I feel a little more, I don’t know, I feel more confident now. I don’t mean that in a bad way – I just mean that I actually feel . . . um, cocky, you know. I’m not a meek little fellow anymore. It’s kind of hard to explain completely, but as my body began to get bigger I started to look at things differently.” “Like how?” “I don’t know . . . let’s see . . . well here’s an example. At the high school I wasn’t given much respect by the other teachers – especially the guys that taught and coached sports. Those guys even kind of picked on me. That doesn’t happen a lot now . . . well the truth is that it doesn’t happen at all now. As a matter of fact the coaching staff of the football team continues to ask me to be the strength coach for the guys. I keep saying no because that’s not really what I want to do. I know it sounds selfish, but I really just love getting bigger myself – I don’t really want to help others do it.” “You mean you want to get bigger than you are now?” “Sure do. You might say I’m addicted to muscle now. I love the way it feels to look in the mirror and see that a part of you has grown. My arms are about twenty-eight inches now and I want them to zoom past thirty this year.” “Fuck, no way!” “William, let’s try saying that a different way.” “Um, I’m sorry. I guess what I was trying to say is that I am truly in awe of the size of your arms and the fact that you want them to be bigger is such a powerful turn-on for me that I’m afraid I will soon ejaculate in my pants.” My face turned red as soon as I finished the last sentence. Mr. Ross had insisted that I articulate my feelings a little more specifically and I didn’t hesitate to speak the truth. This muscled man was my wet-dream come true and I wanted to make sure he completely understood what was going on inside of me. I just stood there staring at his face – knowing that if I even glanced at his arms I would shoot a load of my juice immediately. “Well that was definitely a little more descriptive don’t you think? I’m sorry that I’m having such a frustrating effect on you.” “I’m not.” “Well I guess I’m really not, as well.” This sentence confirmed what I already knew. Not only was Mr. Ross getting off on the fact that he excited me so much – he was actually doing it on purpose. Mr. Ross was affirming what I already knew – he was as gay as me. This revelation sent shivers down my spine and a big smile blossomed across my face. The big man began to smile, as well, and damn if he didn’t wink at me. I was immediately thrown into a world of chaos – the best built man I had ever seen in my entire life was blatantly flirting with me. The muscle daddy of all daddies was standing in front of me and giving off enough heat to cause a nuclear meltdown. I suddenly felt like a stupid freshman again. I didn’t know what to do. I had picked up enough guys at bars throughout my adult life to qualify as a massive tease – but at that moment I couldn’t even move. I was thrust from the pro-active seat into a mere reactionary mode. I was waiting for my elder to take the lead. It was obvious that Mr. Ross understood all that was happening within me. He was clearly toying with me, the bastard. He stood there – in all of his muscled glory – just taunting me and causing my dick to ache for him even more. The man knew that taking his time would send me even closer to the edge of losing control – both of my cock and my mind. “So how about a beer?” “Yes . . . please.” I could only whisper my response. Mr. Ross stepped to the fridge and took out a beer. He opened it and took a big swig. He then moved in front of me and placed one of his big hands around the back of my neck. I glanced at the massive arm that hung in the air to the right of my face. My old teacher then brought the bottle up to my lips. I opened my mouth so the top of the bottle could be placed just beyond my teeth. I closed my lips around the bottle and Mr. Ross raised it slightly – allowing a swallow of the cold alcohol to be released into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and allowed another large gulp to fill my mouth. Mr. Ross pulled the bottle from me as I swallowed again and filled his mouth with more beer. Before he swallowed, though, he brought his face to mine and pressed our mouths together. He forced my lips and teeth apart with his tongue as the warm beer flooded into my mouth – now seemingly sweetened a little by his own saliva. As we kissed hard, beer shot back and forth to both of our mouths, symbolizing the connection we had now made. The muscled man then pulled his face from mine and easily guzzled down the rest of the beer with one long manly swallow. He placed it on the counter and then grabbed my hips with his huge hands. He effortlessly lifted my body upward and then set me down on top of the island in front of him. He forced my legs apart with his hands and then pressed his body into my crotch; grabbing my ass with his hands to pull me into him tightly. My rock-like cock immediately met the hardness of his stomach. “Your mom had told me you were gay. I found the news very exciting. Especially since you’re now thirty.” “And you’re forty-five.” “Forty-seven, actually.” “Um, even older. Nice.” “So, you like older men, do you, Will?” “Well, I actually like massively muscled older men!” “I think I might somewhat fit that description.” “I think you actually surpass my ideal. I need to set new standards but it sounds like you’ll be blowing past them soon, as well.” “Little Will likes the idea of me getting bigger, doesn’t he?” There was something about Mr. Ross calling me little that made my body crave him even more. I loved his dominant attitude and suddenly wanted nothing more than to please this big man – to please him in every way possible. Memories of childhood crushes on older guys came flooding back into my brain – camp counselors, my childhood bus driver, my doctor, and so many others. I had never dreamed that I could fall in lust for a guy so quickly. I was typically the object of all the attention and I liked it that way, but, suddenly, I cared about nothing other than getting the affirmation of the big man holding me. I knew that just one approving glance or simple words of encouragement from this mountain of muscle was enough to make me happy for a long, long time. Added to these thoughts was the promise of Mr. Ross getting bigger and that sent me over the edge. I was ready to give up anything to be part of his quest for becoming even more monstrous. I could not even begin to fathom how he would excite me when he was larger. “Yes sir. I like thinking about you getting bigger.” “Your mother has actually been talking about you non-stop for about eleven months now. I think she was trying to see if I might be interested in meeting you again – as an adult.” “What? You mean like wanting to set us up?” “Yes.” Mr. Ross was now rubbing his granite abs up and down my hard shaft – which was sticking straight up and pressing against my slacks. The big man had his huge palms pressed against my ass cheeks and was pulling my body into his mercilessly. I had my hands to my sides and was forcing myself not to reach out and grab his meaty pecs. I knew it would send my cock beyond the point of no return and I was not yet ready to spew my seed. I wanted to cherish the feeling of this muscled god as long as I could. The thought of dating Mr. Ross, well actually the thought of having sex with him, was overwhelming and caused me to disappear into my thoughts for a few minutes. I also loved the expert stroking job his stomach was doing on my dick. “And what are your thoughts on the subject now that you have seen me after all these years? I’m not your young student anymore.” “No, you’re not. But I still think there are a few things I could share with you. I can play the part of your teacher – or better yet, the bigger man – and lead you in certain lessons and tests.” “Um, I like the sound of that. I hope there’s going to be a lot of homework involved in these lessons. I can see myself having to come over here for a lot of one-on-one tutoring. What do you think of that?” Mr. Ross stopped the up and down movement of his abs against my cock. He slid his hands down under my thighs and lifted my legs around his mid-section. I caught on immediately to what he expected and I wrapped my legs around his waist; noticing that he was so thick that I couldn’t actually bring my ankles together at his back – my legs just weren’t long enough. Mr. Ross slid his hands back under my ass and pressed me against his body; lifting me off of the counter. Suddenly, my smaller chest was pressed up against his mega pecs and the feeling was incredible. I draped my arms across his shoulders and intertwined my hands behind his neck. The big man just stood there for a few minutes – easily holding my body in the air, pressed against his own larger and harder frame. I was leaning back a little so I could see his face and he was looking up at me. “You’re as light as a feather, Mr. Will. How does that make you fee?” “Secure.” “And that’s a nice feeling, right?” “It’s sublime.” “Where shall I take you next, sir?” “I think a very good place to start would be the bedroom, don’t you?” “My thoughts exactly.” Mr. Ross started walking toward a hallway off of the big living space connected to the kitchen. He carried me as easily as he would a small stack of folded laundry. As we moved down the hall I glanced at a guest room, an office, and a large room that had been converted into a home gym. The big man carried me through double doors into a beautiful giant master bedroom with a huge king-size bed in the middle. The room was stunning – sparsely decorated and extremely masculine looking. There was a giant fireplace near the bed, a couple of large wooden chairs and an oversized chest at the end of the bed. The muscleman carrying me walked to the chest. He grabbed my hips again and lifted me up so I could stand on the chest in front of him. This brought my crotch just below his face. He let go of my sides and reached out to undo my belt and the button on my slacks. He then unzipped the pants and let them fall to my ankles. Mr. Ross placed his hands back at my hips, moved his face to my briefs and ran his lips up and down the clearly outlined fabric-covered rock-hard pole. I moaned out loud and my legs went weak. I would have certainly crumbled into a pile of limp flesh and bones if the big arms of Mr. Ross had not kept my body upright. My high school teacher now wet-dream-come-true grabbed the front of my underwear with his teeth and moved his right hand to above my ass in the back. He swiftly pulled down my briefs and before I knew what was happening my cock was completely enveloped by his warm wet mouth. I could feel my dickhead pressing into the tight entrance of his throat cavity. Mr. Ross then began to press his face into my crotch, causing the tip of my dick to move further down the chute at the back of his mouth. With speed that seemed inhuman he began to move his head back and forth, quickly bringing my cum-filled cock to climax. I released my aching load into his waiting throat as my body shook violently and I cried out as if I were being in pain. I emptied what seemed like a bucket-load of juice into Mr. Ross’s mouth and he kept moaning in pleasure as he swallowed my sweetness. The incredible feeling that swept over my body was only matched by sounds the muscle man was making beneath me. I could tell that he had wanted my cum as much as I had wanted to release it. I was instantly sorry, though, that I had not been able to delay my own gratification. I had intended on pleasing him a lot longer. I immediately sensed that Mr. Ross picked up on my disappointment. He pulled his head back and my still-hard cock slapped up against my stomach when it popped form his mouth. He looked up at me – still using his powerful arms to help me stand erect. “Don’t worry, little Will. I wanted to get you off quickly. I knew this cock of yours was ready to shoot. I could see that you found it difficult to be around this much muscle without exploding, didn’t you?” “Yes sir.” “That’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I wanted to satisfy you fast so I could move on to worshipping your beautiful body. Let’s take that shirt off, okay? And these pants, too.” I pushed off my shoes one at a time and then stepped out of the pants that were down around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt at the same time and let it slide off my upper body onto the bed. Mr. Ross let out a whistle that showed his delight when he glanced my nude body. He could tell that I was now able to stand on my own and he released my hips from his powerful grasp. He ran his hands up and down my stomach and chest. “Just look at that beautiful body. And look how tiny you are compared to me, Mr. Will. You’re just so small. I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away. That was rude of me. I’m sorry I said that.” “I’m not. Really. Not only is it true, but I really like hearing you talk that way. It turns me on.” My still rock-hard cock twitched a little as if it were agreeing with what my mouth was saying. Mr. Ross looked into my eyes and I could see that the truth of my statement registered with him. He seemed to suddenly understand me in a new way and this made him smile. He continued to run his hands across my upper torso, but I noticed there was a difference in his thoughts and attitude now. I had given him the freedom to be his true self. We had crossed some unknown line in our new relationship. “I’m so much bigger than you, Will. You feel so small next to me – even when you are standing on this chest and are now taller than me. Look at this; it’s such a fucking turn-on. My arm is much bigger than your leg!” We both looked down as he brought his right upper arm near my thigh. I gasped out loud when I saw what he was boasting about. The huge biceps and triceps of his arm dwarfed my leg by two or three times. Upon closer inspection I could clearly see that his muscled arm was bigger than both of my legs put together. Mr. Ross put his arm in front of the middle of my two legs and we both saw that it bulged out beyond both sides of my combined thighs. This excited the big man in a way that made my juices run wild. I could see that he absolutely loved his own massive body – especially when he could compare it to someone inferior. “Shit, my arm is huge.” “I’m sorry sir, I think you’ll need to articulate that thought in a less barbaric and more accurate manner, if you don’t mind.” Mr. Ross looked up at me and he was smiling broadly. He had been caught in the same mistake that he had corrected in me since I got there.

It took most of my strength not to grab the guy and squeeze him so hard I’d probably break something. I just had this intense desire to hug him – to show him how I felt about him. He was pinching my hard nipples through the heavy shirt I was wearing and mumbling to himself quietly. I caught snippets of what he was saying – so huge, hard as hell, gonna piss on myself - and stuff like that. I could tell he was in some sort of muscle worship fantasy world and he did not want to be disturbed. That was fine with me; because not only were my nips getting pleasured roughly, I was also getting to take a closer look at the guy. It was very dark in the back room of “The Pit,” my favorite bar, but I could still see him fine. I liked to come here because I fit in – the place was full of older huge men looking for young pups to look after. I was the definition of a muscle daddy. I loved smaller guys that were into worshipping. I also loved a young buck that needed a wisdom figure to take care of him. I didn’t care if people judged me or not, but it was good to be in a place where other guys got off on the same things I did. I had become good friends with many of the other huge older men that frequented the place. We even shared our pups, sometimes – or warned each other about dudes that weren’t worth the fuss. The guy chatting with himself in front of me was probably twenty-five – half my age. He was about two hundred pounds lighter and possibly eight to ten inches shorter, too. I was in daddy heaven. He fit the bill physically and I was hoping he’d have the internal affinities to make him a proper pup. He was a little more built than I liked ‘em, but that was fine. He had a wiry body that looked beautifully knotted in all the right places. It was a gymnast’s build and that made me hope he was very flexible. He kept his hair short and neatly trimmed – something that I insisted my pups do, so he was already doing well and we hadn’t even left the gate. He dressed the part, too – a Ralph Lauren button down, some khakis, and loafers with no socks. I was such a sucker for little prep boys. In college I had plowed my way through the Sigma Epsilon frat house and I still had a thing for ‘gators.’ That was a nickname I created because of my dick-hardening lust for all things Izod. If a dude wore bright red pants and a pink shirt I could cum on the spot. I was just into little prepsters and I didn’t apologize for it. Every now and then the little guy would squeeze my huge nubs just right and an intense thrill would shoot through my entire body. This is what made me want to crush the dude in my arms – not out of meanness, but because I wanted him so much. My big chest was like an avalanche of muscle spread out thickly wide before the guy. He’d stop his nipple play every now and then to cup his hand under one of my enormous pecs jutting behind the material of the shirt and he’d try to push up but the thing was too heavy and too stubbornly hard to move. This would make the guy squeal a little and then his mumbling would intensify. I had a feeling the kid could have played with my shelf all night long, but I had other plans. I reached down, grabbed him by his ass, and lifted his body upward. His legs wrapped around my waist instantly – a move I figured he had dreamed about all of his life. I knew I was showing off and that people in the bar were probably thinking I was acting crude, but I didn’t care. I was a big muscle daddy and making some pup almost cream in his pants because I could pick him up so easily was what I was supposed to do. I distinctly heard the dude let out an “oh god yes” as I moved him toward a stool at the bar. People parted as we moved through the crowd – some clearly jealous of my little friend. They wanted to be carried, too. I put the prepster down on the stool and then leaned his back against the bar behind him. He kept his legs locked around my waist – his feet hooked together just above my bulbous butt. His hands were still latched onto my man plugs and he was twisting even harder. I pressed my growing hardness into his balls and ass – kind of gently shoving his back against the wood of the bar. I wasn’t being abusive – it was just a natural reaction to his teasing grip on my nipples. While I had carried him the short distance I had marveled at how huge my hands felt holding his body. He was a decent sized guy, but compared to me he’d be considered pretty small. Or maybe I’d just be thought freakishly big. Either way, I was wild about how my thick long fingers could hold his tight ass even in one hand if I had wanted to. A thought shot through my mind – I wondered if I would have been able to palm the dude’s butt and hold him upside down. That would have been impressive. The fella twisted my nips perfectly and this caused me to slam my giant meat into his ass, which – in turn – slammed his body against the bar. I could tell he loved it, but it did cause him some pain. “Sorry man, but if you don’t let go of my nipples soon I’m not going to be responsible for any of the damage I cause to your body or this bar,” I threatened. He instantly lessened his grip on my protruding nubs – mainly from fear – but he also smiled broadly, clearly proud of the fact that he could bring me to a point of no control. He quickly spread his palms out on my chest and started massaging the mounds of muscle – mesmerized at how huge my upper body was. While he tried to see how many of his hands it could take to cover my entire pec shelf I, again, got a chance to look at the little guy. I swear if he told me his name was Biff later on I was going to gush out such a big load that he might need a life jacket. He was such the little preppy-meister. Dark wavy hair that looked like it was trimmed every week, green eyes the color of lagoons I’d swam in while visiting Hawaii, and an air about him that made it clear he was even more my type than previously thought. Even though I was a bona fide, card-carrying, little-pup-dominating muscle daddy that didn’t mean I was a babysitter. If a dude needed me to be his everything – his source of income, his self-esteem booster, and even his ass-wiper – then he was usually only good for some throw-down time in bed for one night. Being somebody’s daddy does not mean I think for them – it only means I try to influence what they think. It’s actually more stimulating for the older, wiser alpha if his pup is someone that questions things, argues sometimes, and, yes, even challenges his elders. I did not need a wimpy dude that sat on the sofa all day eating Bonbons. No, I needed someone that was successful and confident, himself. That made being a daddy so much more interesting – more fun – and exactly what I wanted. If a well-educated, well-motivated guy submitted himself to a daddy it was the ultimate compliment. A guy that is energetic and ‘in charge’ in other parts of his life, but wants to come home and let someone else be the lead is so much more appealing than someone who doesn’t care. I did not want to get my hopes up, but signs pointed to the probability that this guy was a muscle daddy’s dream come true. He was drinking scotch that cost four times the amount of what I usually ordered and he was wearing a Movado watch – at what people would call a biker bar, no less. I decided it was time to find out a little more about this potential pup. “What do you do?” I asked, loudly – to draw him out of his lustful trance of my chest. “Big mature men,” he replied, looking me in the eyes. I saw confidence in those pools of green and it made me thrust my crotch into his ass hard. He moaned a little – again loving the fact that he could make me react that way. I made a face – trying really hard to show my disapproval even though his answer had thrilled me. Well, the tone of his answer had thrilled me the most. “Oh, you mean for work,” he said – clearly getting the fact that I was teasingly not pleased. He took an apologetic tone and added, “I own an internet company.” He then went on to name the company and it was one I recognized. I also knew the company had recently gone public. I further knew it was reported that the owner had become a billionaire. He recognized in my eyes the fact that I knew all of this. He also quickly gathered that it satisfied me in some way. He was like a sprinter that had just made it over the first hurdle. I watched a specific shift in the man’s attitude at that moment and realized it matched the new paradigm I was moving into, as well. I was moving, for him, beyond that ‘this is just a big hot older man I’ll let fuck me for one night’ starting point. We were beginning a little muscle minuet that was certainly going to last for a while. He needed to test the waters, too. “What do you do?” he asked. “Little preppy men with tight asses,” I replied. He tried to make a disapproving face at my answer, but it was kind of hard to hide how much what I said thrilled him. This time, he actually shoved his butt into my still-hardening cock and we both let out soft moans. He smiled at me, but made it clear he was going to wait until I gave an honest answer. “I own a construction company and have multiple properties around town,” I answered and loved how this answer thrilled him. It was clear that he, like me, had always hoped to find a muscle daddy that didn’t need supporting. I went on to blow his mind by telling him the name of the company and a few of the places I owned. I didn’t mention all of them because I didn’t want him to be intimidated. “So, the big dude has some brains, too, I see,” he said – and I could immediately sense it was a huge compliment. “And I see the little pup doesn’t need someone to take care of him,” I said, choosing my words carefully because I needed him to answer in a specific way. “That, my big friend, depends on what you mean by ‘take care of.’ Do I need someone to put food on my table? No. Do I need someone to take me to the opera? No. I do, however, need someone to put me in my proper place and keep me there,” he answered – and the seriousness behind what he was saying was quite clear. My cock was now fully hard – mainly because I was suddenly realizing that this creature in front of me, this small man I could easily toss around physically, was teetering near my ideal mate. I knew there were still hurdles to jump over – probably for me, as well – but I was beginning to sense that we understood each other on a plane that was imperceptible to other people. I pulled my big arms forward – causing the dude to come off the stool. He was, again, held in my big hands – crotch against crotch and his face a half a foot below mine. I looked down into his eyes and felt an electric charge that seemed both familiar and totally new at the same time. I could see in his expression that he felt the same way, too. “I don’t need a kid, if that’s what you mean. Let someone else change your diapers. I do however need a . . .” I paused to collect my thoughts and then continued, “I do however need a guy that I can tame, mentor, spar with, and dominate.”

Jessie Aberdeen’s name has been selected by a muscle supplement company in a contest through his local gym. The company gives away three tickets a year to three lucky recipients to come visit their headquarters and to mingle with some of their models and sponsors. Jessie has won one of these tickets which have made some of his gym buddies incredibly jealous of his luck since only a handful of men have ever been given the chance to even obtain a ticket. The thing is Jessie isn’t really all that interested in even going to the headquarters unless he is allowed to take his ex-boyfriend Riley Cera with him since they are still very close friends. Riley is all for it, but they have to convince the company, Maximum Nutrition, of letting him tag along first. One of their agents, Victor Dumas, has made a special trip to come and meet with Jessie about him being selected for the contest. The man catches up with him as he is going through one of his workouts. He walks over and takes a seat beside Jessie on a vacant machine and gives him some much needed encouragement as he pumps his pecs up. After finishing a set or two, Victor puts his hand out to shake the winner’s hand. Jessie’s eyes immediately wander over to the agent’s powerful arms as they glisten and show off their incredible vascularity. The man is a stunner with huge muscles all over his entire frame. His shirt and pants are leaving nothing to the imagination. He asks Jessie where they can talk in private so they can have a conversation about what will transpire next. The gym manager happens to be nearby so he directs them to the back of the gym where they have a meeting room. Both Jessie and Victor go inside and sit down across from each other. He goes through a checklist asking Jessie asking whether or not if he has any health issues and does know that he has a stipulation about Riley. “May I ask Mr. Aberdeen why you want to bring your friend Riley along?” “He makes me feel very relaxed in unfamiliar surroundings. We also have a history as well.” “Ohh I get it. Well I hate to tell you this but the company is not thrilled that someone else is being added to the list, but they have said that they will allow him to come. He just won’t be allowed to participate in the program though.” “There is a program? I just thought there was some kind of reward involved.” “Ohh there are definitely rewards, trust me, but you do need to realize that Riley will complicate things if he is a part of your program.” “So where will he be then? Should I just give my ticket to someone else?” “OH NO! You can’t forfeit the ticket. It was awarded to you because you fit the criteria for the contest. Riley however, does not fit the criteria. We can invite him to visit you later on, but for now he doesn’t constitute an invite.” Jessie stares at him in a confused manner and wonders what the problem really is with this situation. “I just don’t understand this. This makes me want to forget about the whole trip altogether.” Victor stands up and lifts his shirt up to show Jessie what he can look forward to. “Here let me show you what can happen to you when you come to the complex.” He then pulls his shirt off and pulls his pants down to do a most muscular pose. Jessie looks on in awe at this man’s perfection. “Uhh okay, so you are saying that I will look something like that?” “Well not exactly like me, but I was at one time on the other side of the table like you are. I was smallish and pretty average, nothing special really. They have methods there that can change your body forever. Every man has different DNA, but this is an opportunity that is only afforded to the lucky few that are chosen. You were selected because they foresee success with you Jessie.” “Hmm okay I guess I am sold on this. I just want you to promise me that Riley will get to come see me eventually.” Victor sits back down and pulls out a stylus from his briefcase to hand it to Jessie so he can use it for his tablet so he can sign off on several digital documents. They talk a bit more about the trip and Victor assures him that he will make sure Riley gets an invite when things are ready to go. “So…..I read that there are two other men in this, right? Are they just random guys like me?” Victor laughs and nods his head up and down. “Yeah just like you and yes they are from this country. You will meet up with them at the company orientation when you get there for meet and greets. They are also smallish like you.” “Okay I want to trust you Victor. I feel like we could have been friends when you were younger.” “And we can’t now? Come on man, are you telling me that you wouldn’t want to feel these all the time?” Points to his giant biceps and squeezes them as they rise. He motions for Jessie to come over and feel them which he does. He smiles as Jessie lets out a slight moan and reacts. “It feels great to wake up every day and feel like you are the center of someone’s fantasy. Before my growth cycle, I didn’t have anyone to be with. Since I joined the company though, that changed quickly and I have all kinds of friends. I hope we can be friends as well Jessie.” He stands in front of Jessie and has him rub his chest feeling his rock hard abs and thick pecs. Jessie moans again and leans in to feel them against his face. Victor pulls him back a bit and laughs. “Not now little man, if you get too close to me you will get me in a lot of trouble. Now when we get to the company, then maybe we can get a little more acquainted.” “Are we traveling together?” “Absolutely we are. The company sent me because they think that we can get along pretty well and I beginning to think that they are correct.” Victor puts his clothes back on and wraps his right arm around Jessie as they leave the meeting room. He tells Jessie to go home and come back to the gym when he is packed because they only have a brief amount of time before the next flight comes in. Jessie would like to contact Riley first, but knows that his ex would rush there to try and go with him as well. “What are you going to do here Victor while you are waiting on me?” “Call me Vic if you want Jessie. *winks* Hmm well…..I guess I could get a quick workout in as well. *pulls shirt back off* I could get a few sets in while I wait I suppose. We have about three hours before we need to leave so make it hasty little man.” “Okay I will be back soon, see you then Vic.” The lucky winner jumps into his car and races home to get his luggage out of his closet. He gets a knock on the front door and stops to go answer it. When he opens it Riley steps inside and smiles at him. “So……did you manage to get me in on this as well?” “Uhh yeah about that Riley, the man they sent said that you can’t travel with me right now. They said they will contact you when the time is right to come see me.” Riley’s smile disappears as it turns to disgust. He goes to sit down in one of the chairs in the hallway and puts his hands on his head. “WHAT!, damn so this really is just for you only. Are you going to be alright going there by yourself?” “Yeah I won’t be alone there. He said there are two other winners that will be meeting up with me at the facility. I actually trust this guy for some reason.” “Hmmm, I know how you are Jess. I hope that you understand that you will be alone when you get there. I won’t be there to protect you in case something bad happens. I want to meet this guy before you leave though just to get an idea of who you are dealing with.” “Okay, I don’t think that will be a problem. I just have to finish packing and we can go back to the gym together.” The beefy Riley follows Jessie into his bedroom and helps him finish filling his luggage. As he closes his suitcase, Riley hugs him from behind and squeezes tightly. He kisses Jessie on the neck and leans against him. “Wha…..why are you doing that Riley?” “I still love you so much Jess and I don’t want anything to happen to you that might be against your will.” “I’ll be okay buddy. I still love you too but you already have someone special in your life.” Jessie turns around and rubs his hands on Riley’s beefy chest to calm him down. Riley looks into his eyes and leans in to kiss him gently and rub his back. “I will find a way to get there to see you Jess. They won’t have to contact me because I want to be there.” They finish packing and rush out the door and into Riley’s truck. They continue talking as they drive back to the gym. “I thought this was a good idea, but maybe you were right in the beginning. Maybe this is a trap of some sort Jess.” “Please just meet Victor first and maybe you will change your mind about this whole contest.” “Wow, you even talk about this guy like he is a friend. You never do that unless you have some sense of the person.” Riley rubs Jessie’s left leg as he drives which makes him uncomfortable. “Stop doing that Riley. We are not together anymore remember? Why isn’t Steve with you anyway?” “Actually he is at the gym too. I just wanted to see if you were home first before I came here.” “Alright well just try to control yourself okay?” They arrive back at the gym as Victor stands near the entrance doors talking with the owner. Jessie and Riley walk in as Victor turns to look at them and smiles. He gives Jessie a big hug and holds him for a few seconds which makes Riley mutter to himself. “There you are. I see you have a friend. OH……this must be Riley.” He reaches out his powerful hand to shake Riley’s beefy one. Riley extends slowly as Victor squeezes tightly. “WOW, you have a tremendous handshake man,’ Riley says loudly. “Oh well yeah I guess I do. Sorry about that.” He turns to Jessie and makes a gesture at the door. Jessie gets it. “Where is Steve, Riley? I don’t see him.” “Hmmm I don’t either. I would go to look for him but I can see that your ‘friend’ wants to leave now.” Riley turns to Victor to say a few things. “Listen man, I care for this guy here more than you could ever know. I want to make sure that you are going to be there to help him since he thinks you are legit. Are we cool?” “Sure Riley, we are cool. I think he will be able to take care of himself soon anyway so don’t be a buzzkill.” *winks* Riley looks at him puzzled at this gesture and reaches over to bear hug Jessie one last time. “Jess I love you man. I don’t want anything to happen to you and I promise I will be there as soon as possible.” He leans in to kiss Jessie longingly and squeezes him tightly against his body. Jessie moans softly and rubs his back. He releases though when Victor pulls him away. “I love you too Riley and we will talk soon.” Riley waves goodbye as Victor whisks Jessie into his limo after putting his luggage in the trunk. They take off for the airport soon after. The muscly Italian sits fairly close to Jessie as they ride in the back. “I think your friend Riley still loves you quite a bit. I fear he will get himself in trouble if he continues to act out like this.” Jessie looks at him in a strange way. “You mean if he decided to come see me? I do fear that he will think irrationally. He has always been so protective of me.” “I will try to keep you safe Jessie, but eventually you won’t need my help any longer. That is the whole point to the lottery, you are the beneficiary.” “Oh I think I understand that. It just seems so daunting at the moment though. I guess I will be a lot calmer when I meet the other guys there.” “Oh sure, they are in the same position you are. They have their own agents as well. I am always going to be your agent so you don’t have to worry about me handing you off to someone else.” “Ahh okay, I kind of figured you were going to be my agent through this whole process.” They arrive at the airport and get onto the plane. Victor tells Jessie to go ahead and get some sleep because he will be having a big day tomorrow. The flight takes a few hours before they land on the west coast. Victor shakes him and tells him to wake up. They get off the plane and Jessie immediately feels the heat hitting him in the face as he leaves. Victor laughs and says that soon he will no longer have to worry about wearing any shirts at all in this hot weather. End of Part 1