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  1. Monday June 1 I’d only been in this office job since March when the boss named me Employee of the Month. It was a sports betting company and the 30 or so employees were almost all straight men. Mr. Sartorius was a tall, handsome silver fox with a taste for well cut suits and a sexy Dutch accent that made me smile as I listened to him make the announcement at the monthly all-staff meeting. “…And Jeffrey’s selection is especially appropriate considering June is… Pride Month!” My smile froze into an embarrassed rictus. I hadn’t come out to anybody in the office. And I certainly hadn’t in the interview. An awkward silence came over the conference room where everyone was packed in standing room only. I looked out at the sea of faces, all masculine former jocks, and stretched my smile into what probably looked like a crazed serial killer grin. Mr Sartorius looked at me with such oblivious sincerity, then back out at the staff expectantly. Several people looked at their feet. Someone coughed. Then Banner, a young ex-soldier with arms like ham hocks, pumped his fist in the air. “Pride month!” he yelled. “HOOAH!” Mr Sartorius was super pleased at this and slapped me on the back with a hand the size of a shovel. I tried to mask my wince of pain. “FUCK YEAH Pride Month!!” Someone else boomed. The boss furrowed his brow and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Mr Sartorius didn’t like swears. “All right everyone. Back to work. You can all congratulate Jeffrey personally when you have the chance.” I shook his hand and thanked him before fleeing back to my desk. It felt like I had 30 pairs of eyes boring into the back of my head. I plopped down on my cubicle desk chair, relieved. Almost immediately, Banner filled my cubicle entrance. His bowling ball deltoids stretched the maroon fabric of his polo shirt as his jacked Army-honed physique made me throw major wood in my dress slacks. I’d never been this close to him before. He smelled crazy good, like Mennen Speed Stick and spearmint gum. “Jeffy,” he said, a nickname I hated but would let Banner call me forever. “Pride month. That’s the gay month, right?” I full-on blushed and stammered “Uh, uh, uh.” Oh my God. So hot. So dumb. I turned from him and wildly yanked on the sliding platform that allowed my keyboard to be tucked in just below the desk’s surface. It jammed with a squeak. “I got you, Jeffy, this used to be my cube. I know the trick.” Banner reached down between my legs and palmed the bottom of the platform. His cheek brushed mine and the feel of his stubble sent an electric shock straight to my cock. His thick, bare muscular arm stretched out in front of me and as I saw the tension in the tendons and muscles grow I could see clearly what was about to happen but I was a deer caught in the headlights. Banner pulled and his biceps exploded into a breath-taking rippling gourd of veiny power; his forearm then twisted and a second peak pushed out of the muscle like it was giving birth to a baby. I instantly came in my pants. He froze and looked down wide eyed at the wet spot and bulge in my crotch. “Jeffy,” was all he had time to say before suddenly Mr Sartorius was standing next to him. He stood up straight and actually saluted, his eyes practically popping out of his skull. “At ease, soldier,” he chuckled warmly. “I’m glad to see your enthusiasm for your co-worker, Banner, I hope you will encourage your colleagues to be similarly charitable this month.” Banner looked wildly about, confused. “Charitable, Mr S?” “Yes, charitable.” “Sir, yes, sir!” Banner huffed. “Good. Well, carry on.” Banner disappeared so fast he might have vapourized. I grinned stupidly up at the boss, my hands in my lap. He looked at me oddly and sniffed, then shook his head, the pleased smile returning. “So glad you are getting on well here, Jeffrey,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “We really appreciate you.” “Thank you sir,” I burbled, trying for the first time ever to NOT appreciate how nicely thick he was through the chest. Please go down, boner! He turned away and I finally managed to pull out my keyboard. I typed away for the painful last hour before quitting time. As I rushed out to leave, I saw Banner still moving from man to man, whispering in each colleagues’ ear as he alternately pointed at me, and at the boss’ office door. Oh shit. Cont.
  2. MrMuscleLover12

    Coaching perfection (one-off short)

    Dennis made his way through the hotel lobby towards the stairs. As he walked he caught the eye of nearly every single man there. Each one of them flushed red with a mix of envy, awe, and arousal. Even with his hoodie and baggy gym shorts, it was obvious Dennis had the physique that most men could only ever dream of. His biceps pushed out against his sleeves, his pecs held up the top of his hoodie in a shelf-like manner, and his shoulders stretched the fabric to its absolute limit. The only bit of him that wasn't covered were his calves. Two rock solid, bicep-sized mounds of pure muscle; flexing and tensing with every step. Dennis smirked to himself as he sensed the looks and whispers that surrounded him as he walked purposely by. He was the world number one bodybuilder and strongman, as was set to take to the stage again on Friday. Taking the stairs rather than the elevator, since his body easily exceeded the weight limit, Dennis enjoyed how easy it was for his legs to push him up each and every step. Just three years ago his scrawny legs would've buckled after the first five flights. Now he could walk up stairs forever and never feel tired. Reaching the thirtieth floor, Dennis took a moment to reach down and caress his own calves. Feeling their insane pump and solidity, he reveled in his ability to self-worship. Every single individual muscle in his body had been built to an impossibly perfect standard, and his calves were by far one of his proudest achievements. They had more muscle in them than his whole body had three years ago! Arriving at his intended destination, Dennis knocked hard on the door. "Hey D! How are you man?!" came the voice of John, Dennis' coach of three years. John was an ordinary man. No physique, no muscle beyond what you'd build in your ordinary day-to-day life. But he was obsessed with bodybuilders, and a rabid muscle worshipper himself. He had devoted his life to training bodybuilders and achieve almost superhuman status. He of course did it to satisfy his own sexual desires and lust for worshipping superior men, but his students had no issue with it. After all, why the hell would Denis complain about being constantly perved on by John when it was John himself who helped him achieve the ideal male form?! "Hey coach!" said Dennis with a sexy smile, grabbing John by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a hug, smothering the little man's face in his hoodie-covered pecs. Dennis chuckled when he heard John breathing in loudly and deeply. "Ready to practice your posing and performance?" asked John, running his hands all over Dennis' pecs, while Dennis kept his powerfully built arms around John's midsection. Dennis was about 6'8", while John was around 5'10". "You know it boss" said Dennis, casually strolling past John. Dennis acknowledged John as his coach and mentor, but they both knew it was Dennis who held all the power. Between the two of them, it was Dennis who could easily throw John a mile away if he wanted. And that's not a joke. Dennis promptly removed his hoodie, instantly revealing the absolute powerhouse of a physique that was barely hidden beneath. A chiseled column of eight pack abs, pecs like armor plating, shoulders bigger than his own head, and arms with more power than hydraulic presses. All of Dennis covered in mouth-watering vascularity, rippling muscle fibers, and blemish-free skin. His entire torso had recently been cleanly shaved. "Fuck!" whispered John as the sight of the young god. Dennis smirked, but pretended not to hear. Pulling off his shoes and socks to reveal a gorgeous pair of muscular size 15s, Dennis proceeded to shimmy his shorts down his legs, presenting his ripped quads packed with muscles on muscles, and his rock solid glutes that Dennis could bounce more easily than his pecs! Finally, Dennis was standing in only his black briefs, otherwise head-to-toe naked with the body that would make even the mighty Hercules himself vomit with envy! Dennis brushed his thick, lush fringe out from his eyes and around his ears. With all the talk of his physique, it was easy to forget that we was also just a straight-up beautiful man. Deep blue eyes, sharp jawline, and just handsome features all around. John was sitting on the bed tucking his erection into his waistband. "Okay then Dennis, lets eh...start with a classic double biceps" he said. Dennis obliged, planting his legs firmly on the floor, flaring out his quads and calves, flexing them to their max, before slowly and sensually raising his outstretched arms until they were perpendicular to his chest. Then, like a machine, bent his elbows until his forearms pointed straight up, flaring with muscle and vascularity, and his biceps exploded into the most elite pair you'd ever see. 25 inches of pure muscled power. With complete ease, Dennis held that pose. It was second nature to home by now. He could hold it for hours on end if he had to! "Fantastic!" said John, in tones that definitely suggested more than just as passing interest. "Sculpted peaks, smooth skin, perfect river of veins wrapping around. Absolute gold Dennis! That's what these peaks are!" he said. Walking around Dennis, John started to gently caressing Dennis' biceps from behind. Running his hands and fingertips ever so lightly over the muscle, and up and down the vascular veins of Dennis' forearms too. John cupped both bicep peaks completely, one in each hand. He barely covered more than half the entire biceps in total. Dennis flexed them a few times, lowering and raising his forearms, with machine-level precision and skill. It was only when Dennis made his biceps bounce that he finally heard John moan a little. Dennis chuckled again. "Everything good back there coach?" asked Dennis with a smirk, still holding his double biceps pose with ease. "Everything is...perfect D!" said John, squeezing Dennis' bicep peaks as hard as he could, making no dent whatsoever. "Okay big guy; lat spread!" said John. Dennis complied, and brought his hands down to his waist, pressing his fists against his shredded obliques. Thrusting his elbows out, Dennis literally activated his lats; both wing-like muscles suddenly erupting outwards, while his pecs seemed to almost double in volume, become even more rounded and bulbous! 40 inches of pure pectoral delight! His eight pack tensed a little too, enough to demonstrate the artistic and aesthetic beauty of his stomach. Once again, Dennis had no problem holding this pose for as long as John wanted him to. Dennis felt John's hands slide along his lats, under his pits, and glide over onto his domed pecs. From their John began to massage Dennis' pecs in circular motions. Moving slowly but deliberately over his pecs, Dennis closed his eyes to truly enjoy the feel of John massaging his way down to his nipples. There John began to tracing circles around Dennis' areolas. Dennis smiled at the feel of it, and bounced his pecs from enjoyment. "How do I measure up, coach?" asked Dennis. "Perfect" said John, whispering, seemingly forgetting he could speak normally. Dropping his pose, Dennis turned around to face John. Looking down on him, Dennis chuckled at the sight of their physical differences. John was completely eclipsed by Dennis. Dennis continued to bounce his pecs, just inches from John's face, while at the same time reaching up to grab and shake one of John's man boobs. "Thanks for giving me this body coach" said Dennis with a smirk. "Glad I don't have to settle for this anymore" he said, gently poking John's flabby beer belly. Taking hold of one of John's hands, Dennis brought it to his eight pack, where he flexed it to its max. John let out another groan as he gently ran his hand over the most flawless midsection he had ever seen. Gently taking hold of John's head, Dennis pulled him to his pecs, where John's mouth was roughly level with Dennis' nipples. John closed his eyes as he sucked lovingly on Dennis' nipple. As John milked Dennis' pec with his mouth, Dennis turned his own attention to the full length mirror in front of him, and continued his posing practice, in spite of John being in the way. Dennis could still flex and flare his arms and legs. As Dennis got turned on by the sight of his own quad muscles, he gripped John's shoulders and pushed the smaller man down onto his knees. Presenting his leg for worship, John eagerly licked Dennis' quad all over as if it were a giant ice cream. "How are my legs coach?" asked Dennis, paying more attention to his flexing technique in the mirror than he was to the puny man that was currently making out with his obscenely muscular leg. "Absolutely perfect D! Even bigger than they were last week when I last saw you!" exclaimed John, now feeling up Dennis' nearest calve. Bending down, Dennis brought his arm close to John's face, and began flexing his bicep, as if doing concentration curls with an invisible weight. With his other hand he gripped John's head, his hand and fingers large enough to nearly completely engulf the smaller man's head. Dennis held him in place, forcing him to watch his bicep flaring and unflaring with each flex. Dennis let out an audible laugh when he saw drool falling from John's mouth, complemented by John's vacant wide-eyed stare. Releasing John's head, Dennis watched with delight as John hungerly licked and kissed the bicep's peak and veins over and over. Standing back up to his full height, Dennis looked down at the tiny kneeling man. Stepping forward just a bit, Dennis surrounded John with his dense, muscle-packed legs. Brining them in, Dennis soon had John trapped between his legs; John being trapped by Dennis' massive calves around his own fat belly. Dennis then hit a most muscular pose, flaring out his quads, calves, shoulders, triceps, and abs, all the while crushing John in between his legs. John fucking loved this! The feel of a superior man's power! Dennis just casually posed and flexed, but to John it felt like he was being crushed by a car compactor! "Oh god Dennis! You're so...ah, fucking strong man!" gasped John. "Thanks coach" said Dennis as if he was bored, totally unconcerned with the human man he was effortlessly crushing between his legs. Finally releasing his pose, Dennis went to get some water, while John was dropped a few inched back to the floor, where he lay for a few minutes recovering. "I honestly can't thank you enough for this body John! It's so fucking amazing what I can do with it!" said Dennis, chugging his bottle of water before squatting down, putting one hand under the heavy king-sized bed, and just lifting the whole thing clear off the ground. "Pretty damn useful I'll say!" he joked, casually finishing off his drink while still holding the bed in the air, unfazed by its evidently meaningless weight. John looked up from the floor in awe. The bed was easily 300 pounds or more! Dropping the bed without a care, Dennis walked back over to John, reached down, grabbed the man by his throat, and lifted him up off the ground and up over Dennis' own head. John's feet dangled in the air as Dennis held him there easily with just one arm, his other hand resting casually on his narrow waist. "So you think I'll win on Friday or what?" asked Dennis, bring his other arm up into a bicep flex, making the peak bounce up and down as few time for John's amusement. "Fuck...yeah...you...will" gasped John, as he tried in vain to pry open Dennis' fingers from around his neck. They didn't move an inch. Gently placing John back on the ground, Dennis abruptly shoved the little man's face back into his pecs, rubbing him around a little. While sexually thrilling John, Dennis got lost in thought about how far he had come as a physical specimen. Once a tall, lanky, gangly twink, he was now the object of desire and envy of every man. At least that's what he was lead to believe by the comments on his Instagram ad YouTube pages. His daydream was interrupted by the sound of panicked muffled cries. "Oops! Sorry coach! Kinda forgot you were in there!" said Dennis, genuinely apologetic that he had nearly smothered poor John in between his pecs. "That's okay! Good way to go, to be honest" joked John, still catching his breath. Dennis let out a hearty laugh, bouncing his pecs as he did. John didn't waste the opportunity to give both mounds of muscles a quick lick each. "Can we do the thing now?" asked John, all doe-eyed and hopeful looking. "Of course we can, coach" said Dennis, chuckling and giving his mentor and friend a pat on the back. John hurried over to his suitcase and started taking out dumbbells. 5 lbs, 10 lbs, 20 lbs, then he got to the 50 lbs and struggled a little to get it off the ground, and then he had to ask Dennis to get the last one; a 100 lbs dumbbell. Dennis of course lifted it with ease and casually tossed it up and down as he watched John line the rest up on the bed in order of weight. Dennis put the 100 lbs dumbbell down at the end of the row. "Okay, I'm nearly ready" said John. The smaller man sat down on the room's solitary armchair, unzipped his fly, and took out his full erect cock. He slowly began stroking it, already turned on by the sight of Dennis in his nearly naked glory. "Okay, go for it champ!" said John, unable to contain his excitement, making Dennis laugh again. "Yes sir, coach" said Dennis. Dennis first picked up the 5 lbs dumbbell. He held it with ease. It was a feather to him. He looked at John with a devilish grin. John's eyes were locked on the dumbbell and Dennis' hand that held it. Dennis slowly closed his had into a fist. The dumbbell immediately began to deform and crumple in Dennis' grasp. John let out a moan of pleasure at the sight of his student's remarkable strength. Dennis just smiled as he continued to watch John's reaction, not paying even the slightest attention to the dumbbell. Soon the five pounder was unrecognizable. Just a twisted and deformed oblong mass of metal. The engraving "5 lbs" could still just about be made out. Next, Dennis got the ten pounder. Same setup; he held it in his massive, muscular hand, and turned to watch John (who had increased the speed of his masturbation). Once again, with the bear minimum effort, Dennis began to easily crush the dumbbell; his fingers playing with the metal as if it was no different than soft clay. Soon the 10 lbs dumbbell was wadded up like paper into an unusable clump. "Oh fuck yeah!" whispered John, sitting up a little, now jacking his member with greater force. The twenty pounder proved to offer up some resistance. This time Dennis had to focus his attention on the dumbbell rather than on John. Still, it only took one hand to crush the weight into a snake-like metallic coil, so far removed from its original shape. "Ugh yes! Yes!" moaned John. Dropping the remains of the dumbbell with a bang on the floor, Dennis walked over to his coach and cupped the smaller man's chin in his hand, towering over him with his godly physique. "Don't even think about cumming unless I say you can. Understand?" said Dennis, in gentle soothing tones. John just nodded, looking up at his superior. John then reduced the intensity of his pulling. The fifty pounder was definitely more of a challenge. Dennis had to use both hands for this. It took a few rounds of effort and intense flexing, but after about ten minutes Dennis had reduced the formerly impressive weight down to a more compact ball. He dropped in one the floor, and pressed one of his bare feet down into it. His calve and quad flared as he slowly pulverized the ball into an uneven disc, his own footprint still embedded in the metal after he removed it. John once again moaned with pleasure from the sight of such power! He was using every fiber of his being to not increase his wanking tempo. Finally the big one; the 100 lbs dumbbell. This was the one that Dennis loved the most. The real challenge. The real workout. The weight was simple to lift; to Dennis there was no discernable difference between 5 lbs and 100. But the density and mass made it more more challenging. Lifting it off the bed with ease, and twirling it between his fingers, Dennis paced for a few seconds to mentally prepare himself. He then lodged the weight between his quads. He hit a most muscular pose. "AHHHH!" he roared, as his quads slowly but surely squeezed the dumbbell, slowly pushing in the sides. After a few seconds he pulled it out from between his thighs and held it on his hands again. "Come one big man! Come on D! You can fucking do this!" said John, increasing his tempo, too turned on to resist. Dennis brought the weight up to his chest and bearhugged it. "FFFFUUUUUUUUUCK!" he growled, smushing the metal against his pecs. It flattened even more as his pecs, biceps, and forearms closed in from all sides around it. The dumbbell was now at least 50% flatter than it had been in its original form. "One more, one more! You fucking got this D! You fucking got this!" said John, practically edging by now. Holding the dumbbell upright in one hand, Dennis stretched his arms out into a T-pose. John briefly looked on confused, before realizing what was about to happen. Dennis brought his hands together, thunderclap-style. The opposite ends of the hundred pounder were instantly brought together, and the whole weight was smushed down into a thin sheet of metal; like a baking tray. Dennis through the weight across the room, smashing a bedside lamp. "FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, FUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!" he bellowed, flexing several most musculars on and off. From the sheer adrenaline he straight up punched a hole in the wall, punching all the way through to the bathroom on the other side, denting several small pipes out of the way, and smashing through the tiles on the other side. He was brought back to Earth by the sound of John squealing. Dennis turned in time to see John release a few ropes of cum up onto his fat, hairy belly. "Oh god, oh god. Phew! Oh god" he said, panting like he had just run a marathon. Dennis laughed as he swaggered his way over to him. "You okay boss?" he asked, smirking. John just half-smiled and nodded, too out of breath to speak. Dennis laughed again, crouch down so he could flex his pumped bicep within reach for John. John's weak, exhausted grip felt the muscle up. Dennis scooped some of John's cum off his jiggly belly and licked it off his fingers. "Mmmmm! Not bad coach!" he said, impressed by the savory taste. John just smiled and nodded again. Standing back up to his full height, Dennis took off his briefs, letting out his foot long cock. "Okay coach, my turn. Off you go" said Dennis. "Yes. Yes Dennis. You got it" said John, pulling himself together. Taking as much of his student's cock in his mouth as he could, John began the blowjob. "Yeah, that's good. Fuck yeah, that's good!" moaned Dennis as John worked all over his manhood. Caressing the shaft with his tongue, or making out with the head with his soft lips. "Tell me I'm your god!" said Dennis. "You're my god. My powerful, strong, beautiful god!" said John, half-muffled because of the cock in his mouth. "That's it, good man" said Dennis, beginning to thrust his hips a little, causing John to occasionally choke and splutter. After a few more minutes, Dennis flooded John's mouth and throat with his cum. Far, far more came out of him than had come out of John. Dennis just dropped his head back as he reveled in the feeling of ecstasy, while John fell to the floor between Dennis' legs, choking and coughing, with semen dripping out of his mouth and running down and off his chin. Reaching down, Dennis lifted John into his arms, tore of all of his clothes so that he too was naked, and got into the bed with him. Turning off the lights, Dennis lay back to relax in post-orgasmic bliss while little John curled up next to him like a little puppy. "You're going to crush them on Friday D" murmured John, exhausted from giving the blowjob, slowly drifting off. "Couldn't have done it without you coach!" said Dennis, kissing John on his forehead, before laying down completely to get some sleep.
  3. EmoJock186

    The Str8 Masseur (Part 1)

    After end of spring measurements Sean’s trainer had a few opinions about the growth of his legs. Sean was 6’2 and had reached 100kg that quarter. His broad swimmers shoulders and chest had thickened to point where none of his button downs fit any more. Still his trainer, Cody, berated him. “You haven’t been stretching like I showed you,” Cody said. “So you haven’t met this quarter’s goals.” Cody was built like a god, and every measure of strength was a measure against him. They were in the flex room. Sean stood there nearly naked in posers. “I just don’t get it.” He looked right in Sean’s eyes. The disappointment in his face stared back from a million corners of the mirrored room. It wasn’t true, but Cody didn’t tolerate back talk and didn’t like excuses. Week after week Sean had ditched friends and lovers so they could train in the morning before Cody’s other clients. He couldn’t believe it either. Heat began to rise in his cheeks, and his bottom lip quivered. He hid his face. “Turn around and let me measure your waist again.” Sean did as told and knew there was more coming. He exhaled and tried to make himself small. Cody tugged at his posers then cupped both ass cheeks and shook. “Jesus, you got a big ass, boy!” he said and gave it one hard slap. “Say are you crying again?” “Fuck,” Sean said, his dick starting to rise. He hated these games and loved them, too. Cody’s callused hands clasped Sean’s shoulders and his face glowed with a shit-eating grin. “I’m just yanking your dick, lil bro. You know you can’t beat me that quick.” They both laughed, and Sean’s hands went down to cover his cock. Then his face was serious again. “But you do measure small.” Sean’s face turned red. “They look good but not as big as I predicted.” Sean took a deep breath. In the corner of his eye, he could see others coming to the door, watching them, two huge men in an awkwardly close embrace, Cody’s arm flung around Sean’s neck as he tried to explain the next steps. The room went cold and Sean’s nipples got hard. “What you need is deep tissue massage once a week after leg day.” Cody tweaked Sean’s right nipple, and his dick nearly jumped out of his posers. “I’ll set you up with my man and he’ll give you a good price.” Cody walked to the door. “I’ll text you his number,” he said and gave Sean one more glance over before he left.
  4. Pumpedupmusclemike

    A memorable visit to the doctor ;)

    When i was 16 years old i went to my doctors for my pre school year physical. My doctor was a very attractive mid 40s woman of lithuanian desent. I think she was into either fitness modeling or very lightcore body building. She had the most amazing legs which she usually had exposed by wearing a skirt every time i ever went there. She also usually wore strappy leather gladiator sandals or leather thong sandals. Anyway, by that age i would go into the exam room by myself for my physicals. When she came into the room i was sitting on the exam table and she greeted me as usual. I was wearing short silk running shorts with briefs under them and i had on a tank top. I also had on no show ankle socks and my nike running shoes. She had me undress with the exception of my socks and underwear. She took my blood pressure and as she looked down she noticed my huge stiff cock pushing against the inside of my underwear. I blushed but she just smiled and kept pumping up the blood pressure cuff. She then listened to my heart and lungs with her stethoscope and then hung that back around her neck. She turned around and walked over to the counter to record the info on my chart. With her back to me i could not stop staring at her perfect thighs and calves. She turned back around quickly and caught me staring down at her perfectly toned legs. She just smiled and scrunched the bridge of her nose. Then she had me lay on my back on the exam table and at this point there was absolutely no way to hide my hard cock. It stood straight up from inside my underwear and a wet precum stain was forming where the tip of my cock was pushing out against the inside of my underwear. She told me to put my feet on the table and thrust my hips up off the table a bit. When i did she slid my underwear off my ass and then down to where my feet were at on the table. She had me pick up my feet and she slid my underwear completely off me. She told me to scoot my butt to the end of the exam table and she pulled out the stirrups and had me put my feet in them. By now i was so horny that a small breeze would have made me cum. She picked up my medical chart on her clipboard and jotted down a couple notes. Then she asked me if i had any questions about my body, masturbation or sex. I hesitantely brought up the subject of masturbation and she just smiled and began explaining that it was normal and healthy. She asked me how often i masturbated and i told her. As a medical professional im sure she wasnt surprised by my answer of several times a day. Then she said. You know what this gives me an idea. Would you like to try an experimantal treatment i have been developing?. I asked her what it was and she told me it was a testosterone booster for young men that helps with quicker and easier muscle growth and development. I quickly agreed and she made me sign a paper which i truthfully did not read. Still laying naked on my back with my legs in stirrups she swabed my arm with an alcohol wipe and gave me 2 shots. One i assume was a vaccination booster and the other i assume was the experimental drug i signed off on. Then all of a sudden my allready rock hard cock started to throb as precum trailed down my shaft and pooled on my abdomen. She placed a blood pressure cuff on my left calf and pumped it up. She told me to flex and i did. Then she deflated it. She turned aroud and wrote something on my chart. She turned back around and in her hand she had a jar of vaseline. She dipped her middle finger in and came out with a good amount on her finger. She worked it into her hand and then much to my surprise she gently grabbed my cock and started stroking it ever so gently yet in a very professional manner. My breath deepened and my eyes rolled back in my head as she continued to stroke me. She told me to just relax and dont be afraid to let go if the feelings get to be too intense. Little did he know that i was very practiced at eging myself and had very good control over my body and its reaction to stimulus. She began stroking me faster and gripping my cock harder and working the head. I was panting like a dog by now and i looked her in the eyes and told her just how fuckin sexy i thought she was. I told her that i have always fantisized about her perfect legs and feet. She smiled again and did the scrunch of her nose bridge which totally drove me nuts. She stood between my legs facing me and she told me that w had to measure my percentsge of flex again. I looked at her confused but she just said try to relax your legs. She pumped up the blood pressure cuff on my calf again and she told me to flex my calves as hard as i could which was not a problem because i was flexing them all along until she made me stop. I was using the flexing as a means of coping with the pleasure i was encountering. She looked at me with a very cocky glance and said. Oh yeah its working. I looked down to see what she was talking about and noticed that since she started edging me that i had actually started to grow larger and more muscular. My calves were much more muscular than they were just 20 minutes before. She explained that she was using the blood pressure cuff to measure my growth. I was almost overcome with pleasure at this point and i could feel my face flushing a shade of red that is not natural. Just then i felt her sliding a lubed finger along my ass and then she gently and swiftly slid her middle finger in and quickly located my prostate. Immediately it felt like there were 1000 small fingers inside the head of my cock tickling it. I arched my back and grabbed the edges of the exam table as i yelled so loudly that i swore there is no way the people in the waiting room didnt hear me. "Oh fuck im gonna cum" i shot a huge load of cum that hit the wall behing the exam table. She wiped the vaseline and cum from her hands and once again pumped up the blood pressure cuff on my left calf. She made me flex it again and she then deflated it and removed it. She smiled and told me that it is working. She wrote something else on my chart and said. Ok good, the treatment is going to work.  from that day forward everytime i masturbated or had sex i would temporarily grow bigger and more muscular.
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