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Seventeen: Daniel
 

            He sat on the couch drinking the protein shake Aron had just handed him. Daniel finished it in three long gulps and handed the empty pitcher to his slave. He wiped the shake mustache away with his bare arm and let out a deep belch.

            Daniel had recently told Aron to add an extra scoop of protein to his shakes from now on. With his increased size came an increased caloric and protein need. It was November and he was determined to get as big and strong as possible before the weightlifting competition next May.

            Yesterday Brendon had bragged about his new one rep maxes. He could do 500 pound on the squat, 425 on the bench, 600 deadlift, and 325 clean and jerk. Daniel was happy for his friend, and Brendon always offered encouragement to him so he could push more in the gym. Still, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. There wasn’t that great of size difference between the two of them  

            “That’s great,” Daniel had said. “You’re a monster.”

            “Well, I don’t like to brag” Brendon had said.

            That was a lie.

            “So how are your lifts comin’ along?” Brendon patted him on the back.

            “I’m benching 385 for one, squatting 430, deadlifting 475, and clean and jerking 295.”

            Brendon smiled and nodded. “Great,” he said. “At least you’re getting stronger.” He left with a smug grin on his face.

            Stronger, yes, but not as strong as I could be. He wished he could pick up 600 pounds and toss it at Brendon to wipe that smug smile off his face. Sometimes Daniel didn’t know who had the bigger ego, Edmund or Brendon. Ed was more in your face with his cockiness, but Brendon had a subtleness to his.  

            Daniel closed his eyes and imagined he could feel the protein shake working within him, making him bigger. He imagined himself willing his muscles to grow, and with the size would come immense power. No one at the competition would surpass him. The crowd would chant his name as he benched 800 pounds. Brendon would stand in awe of him, his mouth agape, knowing Daniel was his superior.

            The door opened, removing him from his fantasy. It was Brendon. Speak of the devil…

            “What’s up?” he said, dropping his bag by the door. He wore a light jacket. The weather had been cool all week.

            “Just chillin’” said Daniel.

            “Aron!” Brendon called. Within a second the slave appeared. He wore an apron.

            “What’s for dinner?” Brendon always liked to know. Daniel didn’t see why, since he ate everything.

            “Roast chicken, sweet potatoes, corn, and asparagus, master.”

            “Sounds good, but to hold me over ‘til then I’ll have a tuna fish sandwich. Bring it up to my room.”

            “Right away master.”

            Brendon ran up the stairs. Daniel thought for a moment. I had about 1000 calories for breakfast, 500 at lunch, 600 in the shake. I need 4500. I still have dinner and a before bed snack, but…

            “Aron!” he called.

            “Yes master.”

            “I’ll have a tuna fish sandwich, too.”

            “Yes, master.”     

            Daniel ate his tuna fish sandwich, surprising himself by how quickly he finished it. My body must have been craving it.

            Brendon walked down the stairs, Thomas behind him. Daniel had forgotten Thomas was home. He was always so quiet. Both were in workout clothes.

            “Need a spot?” Daniel asked. Usually Brendon asks him to do it.

            “Thanks, but not today. Tom will do it.”

            ‘Tom will do it’. Daniel found that odd. The difference in strength between the two of them was comical. Thomas was hardly a capable training partner for Brendon. How could Brendon feel safe maxing out with just him there?

            He decided not to think too hard about it. Thomas could be stronger than he looked. He wasn’t familiar with his max lifts, and besides he had already worked out for the day. He didn’t need to go back in the gym. What he needed was to clean up.

            Daniel showered. As he toweled himself off he sopped to stare at himself in the mirror. He squeezed his meaty, hairy pecs. Daniel had always considered them to be his best body part. So did Sarah. It was his pecs that got him her number, after all. Sarah…

            He had thought about what Aron had said, and almost told Sarah about the club three days ago.

            “Where do you work?” She had asked. “You always seem to have a lot of money.”

            I’m part of a club that makes gay muscle fetish videos and sells them online. We also do skype shows and sell used items. There are four of us, those roommates I told you about. Two of us are gay, one is bi, and I’m the straight one

            That’s what he wanted to say. It was at the forefront of his mind, fighting to come out, but it didn’t let it. He was ready to say it, true. But he was not ready for the barrage of questions he would get: Is it like porn? Do you have sex with other guys? It sounds gay, how are you not? Are there naked pics of you all over net? So, you send used underwear to perverts? and many more. He didn’t think he could explain the concept of ‘gay for pay’ to her. He wasn’t sure he grasped it fully himself. He just knew the pay was good and he enjoyed doing it.

            “Well…,” She had said, when Dan didn’t answer right away.

            Daniel hadn’t realized he had ended up ignoring the question all together.

            “I save a lot of money from my summer job at a gym.” It wasn’t a complete lie. He did work part-time at a gym over the summer, but he made 8 times his gym salary with the club.

            “Oh, cool,” Sarah had said. “I guess a gym is a good place for a big guy like you to work.”

            Looking back, he wished he had told her then, but he knew that given the chance to do it over again he would probably make the same mistake.

            As he left the bathroom the scent of roast chicken filled his nostrils. He put on a pair of dark jeans, and an orange waffle knit Henley, and sat down to his computer. It had been nearly two days since he had the time to check his private messages, but he liked to let them build up anyway, so he had a good assortment to look through. Most were usually private video requests or skype pricing questions (which could easily be answered if people would read the FAQ on the site). When he looked at his messages he was shocked to find at least five times more than expected. Most seemed to be complaints or questions of concerned.

            He opened the first one. It began “what’s wrong with the site?” Another said “The fuck did you do to your site.” One person asked if it was a joke. Others asked why the videos were gone. Message after message about the website. What the fuck?

            Club members didn’t check the site regularly. It was a form of passive income that required little work besides uploading a new video every so often. Payment was fully automated. Daniel hadn’t been to the site in 2 weeks and when he did take a look to see what the fuss was about he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

            Bunnies.

            Bible quotes.

            Links to gay conversion websites.

            Someone had completely changed the website. Not a single thing beyond the domain name was recognizable. The Banner picture was bunnies, four of them, where the avatars of the club members had been. The member bios had the same bunny pictures, and instead of information about each member there were bible quotes. Where the links to their videos had been were links to gay conversion sites. On the FAQ page there was simply a paragraph:

 

We, The Muscle Gut Club have decided to give-up our sinful lifestyle and live lives of righteousness. You can no longer buy our sodomy filled hedonistic videos on this website. Instead we hope you enjoy the bunnies and bible quotes, and that you visit one of the gay conversion sites we link to so that you, too, can leave your sinful lifestyle and walk in the path of light.

 

            Shit! Shit! Shit! Brendon and Thomas have to see this. He ran down the steps, nearly bowling over little Aron, who was sweeping them. He flung open the door leading to the garage. It hit a dumbbell on the floor with a bang.

            “The website…” Daniel stopped, frozen, his mouth open wide.

            “I thought you locked it.” Thomas said as he quickly climbed off of Brendon. He was naked and bore a raging hard-on. He made no attempts to cover himself as he stood there, frowning. Daniel had seen him naked many times.

            “I did turn the latch, but I guess it didn’t catch.” Brendon looked at Daniel then looked away. He sat up on the bench. He, too, was completely nude and sported an even bigger hard-on.

            Daniel didn’t know how long his mouth hung open before he became aware of it, but when he did, he closed it suddenly. The three stared at each other in silence for an inordinate amount of time, before Aron broke the silence.

            “Is everything alright master?”

            He hadn’t seen Aron creep up behind him. Without thinking he pushed the little twink back, sending him flying, entered the garage and closed the door behind him.

            “The fuck?” Daniel said. One surprise after another today.

            “We-” Thomas began.

            “We’re together now.” Brendon blurted out. He stretched his arm out and put it around Toms bare waist, pulling him closer. Tom’s frown broke into a smile.

            “How long?”

            “Since the party, unofficially,” Thomas said. “Since a month ago, officially.”

            Daniel had thought they seemed closer than usual, now it all made sense.

            “Well that’s great for you two.” Daniel faced scrunched up. “But why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

            “Because of the club rule.” Brendon said. He and Thomas shared a quick glance.

            “What rule?”

            Brendon rolled his eyes. “The rule about no personal relationships between club members to prevent internal drama, you know, one of the few rules this club has that we all agreed to on day one.”

            Daniel thought he might have remembered a rule like that, but wasn’t sure.

            “I don’t remember that.” Daniel shook his head. “Who cares anyway.”

            Thomas and Brendon looked as if they were surprised by Daniel’s lack of concern about the relationship.

            “I for one am glad the cats out of the bag.” Brendon stood up and began to dress. Thomas followed suit.

            “You guys can finish.” Daniel held his hands up. “I’m not trying to stop anything.” He started to leave the gym, but stopped at the door. The shock of seeing his two friends making out naked on a weight bench was almost enough to make him forget why he came there in the first place.

            “The website!”

            “What about it?” Brendon said.

            “You two have to see it.”

            The three of them left the gym and made their way to the stairs. As Daniel passed Aron he patted him on the shoulder and apologized for the shove. All three club members crowded into Daniel’s room and looked at the screen. Thomas was the first to speak.

            “What the hell is this?”

            “It’s our site.” Daniel told them. He could tell from the looks on their face that they were skeptical. “Look at the url.”

            They leaned in, and then backed up in unison. Both their eyes had grown wide as eggs.

            Brendon turned to Thomas. “How could this happen? You’re the tech guy.”

            “It has to be a really good hack.” Thomas turned to Daniel. “how long has it been like this?”

            “I have messages about it from three days ago.” Daniel said.

            Thomas sat down and began exploring the “new” site. Brendon stood behind him, watching intently. Daniel looked on, while seated on his bed. With every new discovery, Thomas and Brendon shook their heads more and more. Disbelief turned to realization, then to anger. Brendon closed the screen in disgust when they got to the gay conversion sites. His parents had tried one of those on him.

            “How fast can you change it back?” Brendon looked at Thomas, his face painted with concern.

            Thomas exhaled deeply. “This is going to take a while.” He stretched that last word out.

            “We all need to check our messages and respond to every single one, to reassure our fan base,” Brendon said. “When Edmund gets here, we need to make a YouTube video about it.”

            The other members agreed.

            Thomas said, “I’ll take the website down for now and change all our passwords related to it.”

 

            When Edmond came in he had a smile on his face. Daniel didn’t want to be the one to wipe it off, but Thomas was upstairs with his door closed, looking through the club’s library of videos. Many of the older videos on the site might not be replaceable he had said. Brendon went out for a walk to clear his head, and Aron knew nothing (though he probably guessed at Brendon and Thomas’s relationship status).

            Daniel was the only one to tell Edmund the bad news about the site. It had been his brain child. While the rest of the club was content with YouTube videos and skype shows Edmund had suggested a website to take them into the ‘big leagues’. How’s he going to react? Daniel decided it was best not to beat around the bush and decided to get right to the meat of it.

            “We have to talk,” Daniel said, “about-”

            “I already know,” Edmund said. “Don’t ask me how, but I can see it in your eyes. I noticed it for a while but I was wondering when you’d catch on.”

            “You knew! Why didn’t you say anything?”

            “It’s no big deal. If they want to date that’s their business. They’ve known each other long enough. I think it’s real.”

            Daniel realized what Edmund was talking about. He felt a small bit of relief that there was one piece of news he wouldn’t have to break.

            “That wasn’t what I was going to tell you. The club site has been hacked.”

            Edmund stared at him blankly like he didn’t know what the word hacked meant. Daniel wondered if he had even heard what he said.

            “When?” Edmund said, finally.

            “We’re not sure. A few days ago, at least.”

            “How much did they take.”

            He thinks they hacked the payment system. Daniel grabbed Ed by the arm and led him upstairs to his room so he could see what had happened for himself. Before Thomas took the site down, Daniel had asked him to take screenshots to show Ed. Words alone couldn’t do justice to the damage done.

            “What. The. Fuck. Is. This!?” Edmund looked him dead in the eyes as if it was his fault.

            “I had about the same reaction.”

            “What did Tom say?” Edmund looked frantic.

            “He’ll probably have to start from scratch on a new site. Whoever did this was a master, he said, they got into everything, changed nearly every line of code, and who knows how much personal information they got.” Daniel sat down on his bed like saying those words exhausted him.

            “That could take weeks. The site is our main moneymaker. Do you know how much money we’re losing everyday it’s down?” Edmund stood up and paced the room.

            Daniel saw real worry in his eyes. Edmund wasn’t much of a saver. He liked expensive things and spent much of the money he earned (not to mention he liked his clothes tight to show off his muscles and outgrew them frequently as he bulked). Edmund had one thing and one thing only he was saving for: a car. And Daniel new he wouldn’t want to dip into that fund for his living expenses.

            “I’m going to have to do private muscle worship sessions until the site is back up.” Edmund shook his head.

            “We had decided against those, man.” Daniel said

            “We also decided no relationships between club members but do you want to break up Brendon and Thomas?” Edmund snapped.

            Daniel didn’t reply. He knew Ed’s mind was made up. Private muscle worship sessions would bring in ten times what a person would pay on skype. Sometimes more. Someone the size of Edmund, with his looks could make a mint, but it was risky. The clientele would be local and that increased the chances of running into them in public. All it would take is one crazy to fuck your life up.

            Edmund got up quickly to leave.

            “What’s the hurry?” Daniel asked

            “I’m going to post some craigslist ads, and before you say anything I’m only going to meet people outside of town at a motel, or something. Nowhere near our house. I’m not stupid.”

 

Eighteen: Aron  
 

            The cat was out of the bag. Thomas and Brendon were a thing and Aron had suspected it for quite some time. Days after Daniel walked in on them, the club was laughing at the fact they ever tried to keep it a secret in the first place. No one had told Aron or Edmund outright, because no one had to. Thomas and Brendon’s displays of affection just started happening in the open and everyone acted as if it had been going on that way all along. Aron was very happy for them. He thought they made a cute couple.

            The more shocking news that came out of that day had a greater impact on the club. The site was ruined. Aron didn’t learn about it right away, but he had noticed the club acting strangely before he left that evening. They told him the next day. He thought he probably would have been like the people complaining through e-mail, but now, luckily, he never had to visit the site. He could experience the club in person and was thankful for it every day. What if he had attended one of the other 6 schools he was accepted too? That would be unthinkable now. He only wished he had been old enough to have entered as a freshman when the club did and watched them grow into the muscle men they were now, firsthand.

            But you can’t change the past. Thomas was coming to terms with that as he worked on the site. He told Aron it wouldn’t be back up for weeks. Soo many of the videos weren’t even backed up anymore. And the security! He was convinced he should have had the club purchase more advanced security features from their hosting service. Thomas had said a hack like this had to have been caused by weak security, either that or the culprit had direct access to the club computers. Everyone agreed that was ridiculous. The house showed no signs of a break-in.

            Edmund was pissed, and Thomas’ revelation of how long the site would be down for didn’t help. He took his anger out on the weights and was lifting double time. It seemed there was never a time when Edmund didn’t have a pump at home and Aron loved it. At least one good thing was coming out of the site being down. With Edmund working out more he was also getting increasingly horny. He was fucking Aron on the regular as well as Bianca, some days.

            Aron couldn’t get over his new life. He was the gay fuck toy of a group of muscle gods. What would his parents think? In the time since his talk with Daniel about secrets he had thought many times about coming out to his parents but it never happened.

            He was certain he would do it over Thanksgiving break. He was home for three days. On the third day he had called his parents into the living room. Mr. Efren Ocampo and Mrs. Rita Ocampo sat side by side on the sofa. Aron sat in front of them in a high back wing chair, the proportions of which made him look smaller.

            “Mom, Dad. I have something very important to tell you.” Aron could hardly make eye contact with them.

            His parents looked at each other briefly as if to send each other a silent message. He hoped they would tell him ‘we know what it is son. You don’t have to say it. You’re gay and that’s alright. We love you’. Then they would hug him and life would go on as normal.

            Instead his mother said, “You’re not dropping out are you?”

            “Hell if he is. What is it son?” His father leaned forward. “You can tell us anything.”

            If only I could

            “Mom.” He looked his mother in the eye. “Dad.” He looked his father in the eye. “I…” He couldn’t do it. He had to say something else, something that would make a believable confession. “I smoked pot.”

            That wasn’t false. Thomas had given him a blunt once, to try. He found it funny, telling his parents he had done drugs was easier than saying he liked men.

            His parents looked at him, surprised.

            “Well I smoked it too, sometimes, in my day,” his father said.

            “Don’t encourage him!” His mother shouted and threw her hands up.

            “I’m not encouraging him. I’m just letting him know it’s normal.”

            “Our son is telling us he’s a pothead and you’re saying it’s normal.” His mother was frowning.

            “Christ! Rita. You act like I wasn’t high as the moon when I first met you at that party. And as I recall you weren’t exactly low yourself.”

            Aron decided to say something before his parents had a full blown argument. “It was only once and I didn’t really enjoy it.”

            I really enjoyed it.    

            “Well thank God!” His mother got up and left the room.

            His father leaned in to him real close and said, “I was worried you were going to say you got someone pregnant.” He laughed and Aron joined in, awkwardly. “Good night son.”

            “Good night dad.”

            Aron thought he might try again over winter break. It was only two weeks away, but…He didn’t want to ruin Christmas.                                                

                              

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Nineteen: Edmund
 

            He sat on the bed staring at a brown stain on the wall in room 12 of the Luxury Heights Motel. There was nothing luxurious about it. When he first entered the room, a cockroach walked across the floor and stopped to face him as if to say ‘This room is mine!’. The Luxury Heights was old, cramped, and dirty, but it was very cheap and that’s what Edmund cared about.

            The man who had given him the room key looked nearly as bad as the motel. He was gaunt, almost zombie-like, with grizzly grey stubble, and sat hunched over the counter, reading an old copy of Hustler magazine. He seemed surprised to be getting business.

            “How much if I just wanted the room for a few hours?” Edmund had asked.

            “You’ll have to pay for the whole day.” The old man smacked his lips. “And that’s that.”

            Edmund had expected as much. “Fine. I’ll pay for the day. Any room.”

            “What’s your business here big fella, you a pimp?” The old man fumbled with the keys. They were the old-fashioned kind. No magnetic cards here.

            “What?”

            “I say, you a pimp!? Got’s a lot a them want to use my rooms for a few hours here and there so I just charge for the whole day. And that’s that.”

            “No, just need a room. That’s it.” Edmund had no interest in striking up a conversation.

            The old man rolled his eyes. “That’ll set you back 50 bucks big fella.”

            Edmund payed in cash, took his key and left. He texted his client and told him what room he would be in. Then it was a waiting game.

            He had had a dozen bites on his ad for muscle worship. Three lived too far away. Another five weren’t serious. One couldn’t pay the price. Three, luckily, came through. He asked for half of the payment through PayPal. The rest to be given as cash after the muscle worship session was over. This day he was meeting the first. He had told him to be there at 3pm sharp and not to keep him waiting. He wore blue jeans, black boots, and a very tight grey Henley that looked painted on his bulging physique.  

            Edmund stopped staring at the stain on the wall (it looked a bit like Italy) and looked at the time on his phone. 3:01. He heard a knock at the door. So it begins. The client said he liked domination, humiliation, and alpha cockiness. Edmund decided to give him all that and more. He would make this guy want to pay more than $300.

            “It’s open!” Edmund shouted.

            The door swung open and a short, middle-aged, bespectacled man of average build stood in the afternoon sun. He wore brown leather shoes, khakis, and a white button up shirt.

            “You’re late!” Edmund boomed. “Get in here. Don’t make me wait any longer faggot.”

            The man entered the room and closed the door behind him, nearly tripping over himself. Edmund stood up from the bed slowly and swaggered over to the man. Edmund stood a good six inches taller than him. The man looked up at him meekly.

            “So, you’re the little faggot who wants to feel my muscles?”

            “Yes sir.” The man looked Edmund up and down, slowly. “You’re big. You look even bigger than the pictures in the ad.” The man had an expression of awe plastered on his face.

            “Yeah I’m fucking huge.” Edmund smiled cockily. “230 pounds of grade A beef.” He hit a double bicep pose and then a most muscular. The fabric of his shirt was stretched to its limits as the young stud squeezed his muscles tighter and tighter. The seam just below his left shoulder tore with an audible RIIPP!

            The client gasped. His eyes grew wide. Edmund grinned from ear to ear.

            “Won’t be needing this anymore,” Edmund said as he peeled the shirt off exposing his massive upper body. Amazingly, even at 230 pounds his abs were still visible, though not very defined. His bulk had given him a smooth, rounded look to his physique that exuded an aura of strength and power.

            The man clearly lost control at the site of Edmund’s exposed chest. He reached his hand out quickly and grasped a meaty pec. Edmund flexed and bounced it. The young muscle god felt his member growing stiff at the site of the man twice his age ogling him.

            “Make a muscle.” Edmund commanded.

            The man flexed his arm. Ed squeezed it.

            “Flex!”

            “I am flexing.”

            The muscle god laughed. “There’s hardly anything there.” Edmund leaned down and flexed his own bicep. “Here. Feel a real man’s arm.”

            The little man squeezed it. He could hardly dent the muscle.

            “19 inches, baby. Try to get your hands around it.”

            The man made a feeble attempt to get his fingers all the way around the thick muscle. He couldn’t.

            “You ever seen muscles like these?”

            “No sir, not in person. This is my first time doing anything like this.”

            Edmund loved to hear a man twice his age call him sir. He dropped his pants and kicked them aside, exposing a set of quads like tree trunks. His nine-inch hard cock was visible through his tight boxer briefs. It wrapped around the front of his upper thigh. “Strip. I want to compare bodies.”

            The client did so, removing each piece of clothing, all the while not taking his eyes off of Edmund. The man stood there in his white briefs. Edmund could see the man was hard as well and a wet spot was clearly visible on his underwear. The man is leaking pre-cum already and we’ve hardly begun.

            Edmund and the man stood in front of the motel room’s mirror. The difference between them was as great as the difference between night and day. One has the weak, pale, flabby body of a man who never exercised, and never took off his shirt in the light of day. The other had a thick, wide, body with good color: the body of an experienced lifter who never missed a day in the gym or the opportunity to take off his shirt.

            Edmund turned to the man and began walking slowly at toward him. The man backed up with each step. As Edmund walked, he asked questions.

            “You married?”

            “Yes.”

            “Man or woman?”

            “Woman.” Edmund smiled at this.

            “Does your wife know she married a little faggot who pays money to look at real men?”

            “No, she thinks I’m still at work right now.”

            Edmund now had the guy backed against a wall.

            “You think your wife would like to be fucked by me? You could watch. Would you like that?” Edmund pushed his thick body into the man who was now sandwiched between a hard wall and 230 pounds of muscle jock. He struggled, not even answering the question.

            Edmund laughed. “You’re so weak. Your wife probably would want me more than you.” He backed up and exposed his thick cock. “Who wouldn’t want this.” He shook it from side to side. It swung ponderously.

            The man looked at Ed’s cock like it was Christmas dinner. Edmund smirked and wagged his finger. “No. no.” He sheathed his cock. “That was just a tease. You’re not getting a taste of that. You paid for these muscles.” Edmund tensed his body. “Now come and get your money’s worth. You can touch me anywhere but the face. Kissing, licking, all fine.”

            The man wasted no time. He began to rub Edmund all over, feeling each muscle as the young stud flexed for him.

            “You’re… so… hot,” the client said between sucking Edmund’s nipples.

            “You suck like you’re trying for milk.” Edmund laughed. He took the man head in his hands and pushed it to the center of his chest. He squeezed his pecs together on the man’s lips.

            “You like those meaty pecs little man?”

            “Yes.” The man said in a muffled voice as he reached around Edmund’s torso and felt his thick back. “Really, I love all of you. You’re magnificent. Can you show me your power?”

            Edmund picked him up immediately and held him over his head. He estimated the man’s weight at 150 pounds. An easy lift. He lowered the man to the ground then suddenly lifted him again and tossed him on the bed. The man bounced and landed with a look of glee on his face.

            “Wow!” the man exclaimed.

            Edmund slapped his quads and flexed them. “Now feel the power in these legs.” He leapt on the bed and threw his legs around the man’s neck. He squeezed his powerful quads around the little man’s head and neck and used them to toss him from side to side. When Edmund finally released him, his client was out of breath but smiling widely.

            Edmund climbed off the bed. “Your time is almost up, but first I’ll give you a little show.” Edmund peeled off his boxer briefs. He produced a small bottle of baby oil and handed it to the man. “Rub me down.”

            The man rubbed the oil all over Edmund. The stud stood back from the bed and told the man to sit.

            “Feel free to use the rest of the oil for yourself.” Edmund smirked. He began to put on a full bodybuilder posing routine with his 9-inch cock standing at full mast. He hit every pose slowly and deliberately as if he were on stage, in front of stern faced judges and a cheering croud. Edmund was so busy admiring himself he was half way through his routine before he noticed the client was furiously beating himself off on the bed. Their eyes met and Edmund decided to join him. He began to stroke his own meat. The client blew his load first, producing a modest amount of cum. Edmund blew his second, producing about three times as much.

            “Times up.” Edmund announced. The man looked disappointed.

            They cleaned themselves and dressed. The man handed him $150 cash. “And here’s an extra $100 because you deserve it.”

            Edmund took the $250 and thanked the man. “Feel free to make an appointment anytime.”

            Edmund returned to the old man at the front desk and handed him the key.

            “You paid for the night as well, big fella.”

            “Yeah but I think I should leave and let the maid clean it before it dries.” Edmund began to back away.

            “Clean what?”

            “She’ll see. Thanks a million for the room old man. I’ll be back.”

            The old man let out a grunt and picked up his magazine, now an old Playboy. Edmund walked to the bus stop. He didn’t stop smiling the whole time, thinking about the extra $100 he was given. Why the hell wasn’t I doing this before?

 

Twenty: Brendon   

 

            Winter break had been wonderful. So much good food and so many presents. He spent most of the break with his sister. She and his other siblings had all bought him new clothes, two sizes larger than he needed, expecting him to grow into them. He was always growing it seemed. He received nothing from his parents. Not even a phone call. It didn’t bother him, though, he was used to it.

            Thomas and he had texted or called each other regularly throughout the break and Brendon was glad to hear that the new website would be complete just before school started back. Brendon estimated the club had missed earning $4000 during the time the website was down. Thomas was more interested in talking about his growing boyfriend than his work on the website, however.

            “Putting on weight?” Thomas had asked during one of their conversations.

            “You know it. My sister feeds me almost as well as Aron.” Not only that but his sister’s place was next to a hardcore gym. The kind where everyone was over 200 pounds, the equipment was old, and grunting was the universal language. He lifted there the whole month.

            “That’s good to hear.” Thomas said. “How much have you put on?”

            “Nothing too crazy. 3 pounds, but I think it went to the right places. My chest is looking bigger.” He rubbed his pecs as he spoke into the phone.

            “Well I have a surprise for you when you get back.”

            “What?”

            “You’ll find out when we get back”

            Brendon was always the first to return from breaks and as he sat in the empty club house, he couldn’t help but wonder at what Thomas’ surprise could be. Sex wouldn’t be a surprise. They had exchanged gifts just before break. Brendon got him tickets to Amer Ahman, his favorite comedian. Thomas got him $150 worth of chipotle gift cards, which he put to good use over the break. What could it be?

            Brendon felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from Thomas.

 

T: Hey, I’m almost back. Is anyone else home?

B: Hey. No. Not yet.

T: Good. Can you go somewhere?

B: Like where?

T: Anywhere, but don’t eat. Be home by six, and no questions, pleeeease.

B: Well, you did say please so alright, lol. I love you.

T: Thank you. I love you, too.  

 

            It was 5:50 when Brendon returned to the club house. He had gone for a walk in the park and lifted every log he could (He was always one to get a workout in). By the time he got in he was absolutely famished. The scent of basil and garlic filled his nose. He thought for a brief moment that he had entered an Italian restaurant. Thomas came from the kitchen, wearing black jeans, a white T-shirt, and an apron smudged with tomato sauce and flour.

            “You cooked?” Brendon said, surprised.

            “Yeah.” Thomas moved closer to Brendon with his arms extended. The two grasped each other in a tight embrace. Brendon leaned down and Thomas got on his tippy toes. They kissed.

            “When did you learn to cook?”

            “That’s the surprise.” Thomas smiled proudly. “I decided to learn, for you. I know how much you like to eat and Aron is not going to be around forever…”

            Brendon knew how to cook a few high protein dishes and how to grill meat. He was no chef by any definition of the word, though. Having Aron had been a godsend. Prior to him 50 percent of his diet was takeout or campus food. Now only 20 percent was. If Thomas could cook too…

            “It smells great, babe!”

            Thomas led him into the kitchen and held his hands, palm up, in the direction of a table to show off what he had done. “Chicken parmesan, stuffed cabbage, garlic bread, penne primavera, and caprese salad. Does it meet your approval?” Thomas grabbed Brendon’s huge arm and squeezed.

            “Does it!” Brendon grabbed Thomas again and placed his hand under his ass to lift him up. Thomas wrapped his legs around Brendon’s waist and as Brendon held him there, they kissed passionately.

            Thomas stopped him. “We can finish this later. The food will get cold.”

            Brendon had nearly forgotten how hungry he was. He was so taken aback by what his Boyfriend had done for him. “Oh, right. Let’s eat. I can have dessert later.” Brendon slapped him hard in the ass. Thomas jumped and turned with a grin.

            “Dessert is a Tiramisu in the fridge.”

            Brendon’s jaw dropped. “You’re too much.”

            They began to eat, Brendon seated at the end of the table and Thomas next to him. Brendon ate like a maniac. Thomas wasn’t holding back his self. He ate more than he normally did and Brendon was aroused by it. He had often fantasized about what Thomas would look like with another 20 or 30 pounds of muscle on his 5’8” frame.

            “This is delicious,” Brendon said.

            “Thanks. It was a lot of work.”

            “I can tell. This was prepared with care. Looks like you’re enjoying it as well, too.” Brendon Pointed to Thomas’ third piece of chicken.

            Thomas smiled. “I guess cooking makes me hungry.” He laughed.

            Brendon reached under the table and felt Thomas’ belly. His abs were protruding giving his little lover a tortoise shell effect.

            “You keep eating like that you’ll be big as me.” Brendon laughed.

            “I find that I’m eating more recently.” Thomas looked down at himself. “I actually gained another 5 pounds over break, mostly muscle.” He flexed. “I guess your ways are rubbing off on me.”

            Brendon liked the sound of that. Even with 30 pounds of muscle on him Thomas would still be significantly smaller than him, just the way he liked his men.

            “I think you look good bigger.”

            “I’ve been hearing that, from some of my Instagram followers and clients, but I’m thinking about my modeling. I can’t get too big. I just sent off some pictures to companies. I don’t want them to choose me at one size and then I show up heavier, but I don’t know.”

            “I think you could still do it. Look for places that want bigger physiques. I could definitely see you modeling sports equipment or supplements at a heavier weight.”

            “True, true, but anyway I’ve got to stop I’ve got a photoshoot coming up.” Thomas pushed his plate away.

            “You could at least finish the chicken.” Brendon pushed it back to him.

            “You finish big guy.”

            Brendon didn’t have to be told twice. He ate the chicken while Thomas bought him a healthy helping of Tiramisu, which Brendon dove into as if he had not just eaten enough food for 3 men.

            When Brendon was finished, he leaned back and patted his muscle gut. “I’m stuffed.”

            Thomas threw his arms over Brendon’s broad shoulders. “I hope you’re ready for your second dessert.” 

            “Baby, as far as I’m concerned, you’re the main course.”

 

Twenty-One: Steven

 

            Steven sat at his desk writing his fantasies in his journal as he had been doing for the past few months. He felt like it was working. Once he wrote them down in vivid detail he felt like he had lived them. The dreams of he and Edmund no longer filled his head at night. Instead they filled the pages of his notebook where he could close them up and hide them.

            He was also certain his minor victory over the club had helped as well. Before he destroyed their website, flipping their little business on its head, he felt weak. He felt he was a slave to the club, not in body, but in mind. Now he felt like he was in control. Steven could toy with the club whenever he wanted.

             He closed his journal and pushed it aside. Then he reached for the key. He held it in his hand and smiled. It was almost too easy to get.

            Knock knock

            He went to the door and looked out the peep hole. It was Joseph.

            “Joe, I was just going to call you,” Steven said.

            Joseph did not look terribly happy. “Yeah,” was all he said as he walked into the room.

            What’s his problem?   

            Joseph sat down. “I have something to ask you.”

            “First I want to show you something.” Steven held the key in front of Joseph’s face.

            “What’s that?” Joseph took it.

            “Don’t you recognize it? You used it.” Maybe he wouldn’t recognize the key. It was back before winter break.

            Joseph looked at Steven with a twisted face. “Does this belong to the fags?”

            Steven nodded. That word bothered him, though- fags. He wasn’t sure why. “Yes. It’s the club’s key.”

            Joseph shook his head and leaned back. “But…won’t they miss…” He stood up, clearly frustrated. “This is what I wanted to talk to you about!”

            “Let me tell you how I got it first.” Steven had been waiting to tell Joseph. He was the only person he could share his secret war against the club with. “This isn’t the real key. This is a copy. I’ve got to thank you. That engineering lab was a godsend.”

            “You went back?”

            “A few times. I made friends of the engineering club. Bought them in a few times to check things out. They think I’m an expert on robotics. Really I’m just good at memorizing the important stuff in Wikipedia articles.”

            “One day I got them in the lab. I had them leave their backpacks outside as always. Then I made up some excuse, don’t really remember, and left for a few minutes. I went to Aron’s backpack, that’s his name, and I took out the key…” He could see he was losing Joseph.

            “Joe, are you listening?”

            “I’m listening,” Joseph said, eyes downcast.

            “Well, to put it short I used clay to get an imprint of the key then took it to a locksmith downtown. You’d be surprised how easily some of these guys will copy a key, no questions asked. It’s actually quite sca-”

            “What’s your obsession with those fags?”

            There’s that word again. Steven had gone a long time without hearing his inner voice call him a fag. Now hearing the word, even though it was not directed at him, grated on his ears.

            “I told you what they did.” Steven spoke in a low measured tone, trying to hide his annoyance.

            Joseph looked him dead in the eyes. “I ran into her on campus.”

            Steven’s eyes grew wide. “How was she?” Dammit. I hope they didn’t talk. They hardly talked before.       

            “We talked.”

            Oh Fuck.     

            “I thought I might ask how she was holding up after the, uh, experience.” Joseph held his hand in his lap, interlocking his fingers. “I was surprised she didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.”

            “I told you she was trying to block it. She…she doesn’t want to believe it happened. She’s delusional.” Steven wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

            “She said the sex was consensual. It was just her and the bodybuilder.”

            “She lied to you. Why would she tell you the truth? She doesn’t know you.” Steven pleaded.

            “I told her what you told me. She said you’re the liar. That you’re the one who is delusional.”

            “Me!” Steven threw his hands up and shrugged his soldiers. “What else did she tell you?”

            Joseph looked to his side. For a moment Steven thought he was looking right at the journal. His heart skipped beat.

            “She told me you’re in the closet. That she was going to breakup with you anyway because of it,” Joseph said. 

            Steven was turning red. He ground his teeth before speaking. “I’m no… fag. I love women. I loved, no I still love Stephanie!”  

            “She also said she was the one who came on to that guy. That she wanted it.”

            “The bitch didn’t know what she wanted!” Steven clenched his fists. Why the fuck did I say that?

            “Bitch. Odd word to use for someone you love.” Joseph bolted upright.

            Steven immediately attempted to regain his composure. “Look, buddy, You’ve known me for years. We’re close friends. You know I’m not gay. I like pussy.” And muscles. big muscles. “I just-”

            “You know what I think? I think you made the whole story up because you thought It would get me to help me. I think you’re a manipulator. Gay or not, you’re not my friend.” Joseph turned for the door.

            Steven placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Wait. I made up the story. Yes. You know me. I never do anything without a good reason.” He looked into Joseph’s eyes. He could see he was paying attention. Steven could tell he didn’t want this friendship to end either. “I have a good reason to hate the club, but it is something I can’t tell anyone. Not yet.”

            “If you can’t trust me then-”

            “Not yet.” Steven squeezed Joseph’s shoulder. “I will tell you one day Why I think I need to bring down the club.”

            Joseph shook his head, but kept eye contact with Steven. “I don’t know.”

            “I still need your help…friend.” Steven placed his hands on both of Joseph’s shoulders.

            “What are we going to do?”

            He said we. He’s still with me

            “Well, I do have the key.” Steven smirked.

 

Twenty-Two: Edmund    

 

            He had just come in from his afternoon class. The house was empty, not even Aron was there. He’ll be here in an hour. Edmund was pining for one of those blow jobs. He immediately made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a large bowl of tuna pasta salad, 4 hard-boiled eggs, and a tall glass of whole milk. Soon he wouldn’t be able to eat like this. His bulk was ending in one week and then would come the grueling 3 and a half month cut.

            Edmund’s weight was now 240 pounds, over 140 pounds more than Aron. He looked absolutely massive. Muscle and a thin layer of fat were evenly distributed over his 6’ 1” frame. Damn I’m going to look good shredded. He peeled off his shirt while still in the kitchen and looked down at himself. It was no wonder his was making so much money from his muscle worship sessions. Who wouldn’t want to worship this?

            His phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from Bianca. He rolled his eyes. She had never treated him the same since confronting him about the party. It felt like they were both going through the motions to keep their relationship afloat, but Edmund knew there was nothing really there. He was slowly falling out of love with her. Aron did everything she could do and most of the time, better. Aron had spoken with him more than Bianca had over the break, and Edmund didn’t mind at all. There was something in the way Aron looked at him that wasn’t there when Bianca looked at him.

            The text read: I want to talk. You home. Edmund replied: Yes.

            Hopefully, whatever it is she makes it quick. Edmund thought about breaking up with her, but there had been some spark there…once.

            “Hey, big guy.”

            Daniel stood in the kitchen doorway. Edmund hadn’t heard him come in.

            “What’s up?” Edmund said.

            “Not much, dude. Calculus is kicking my ass.” Daniel grabbed a shaker cup and the tub of protein powder off the kitchen counter. He shook it and frowned. He opened the container and curled up the corner of his mouth. “Well if you’re going to use the last of it then you should throw it out and put a new one out.”

            “I haven’t made a shake yet.” Edmund shook his head.

            “Well it wasn’t empty last night and you’re the first one home. I’m not complaining. I’ll just get one out of the closet.” Daniel walked away.

            Edmund picked up the protein container and looked inside. Dan’s right. It wasn’t empty last night. He tossed it in the recycling.

            “Are you kidding me.” Daniel said as he walked back into the kitchen holding two containers of protein. “April fools isn’t for 2 months.”

            “What?” Edmund asked.

            “These containers were both open and both empty. They were brand new.”

            Edmund frowned, then laughed. “This is the type of joke Brendon would pull. He probably hid the full containers in his room.”

            “He usually pulls pranks closer to April Fools.” Daniel didn’t look entertained.

            “Maybe he’s changing it up? I mean, what else could it be? Do you really think someone ate 2 and a half containers of protein in one day? I’m big. Not that big.”

            “I’ll just use some of the weight gainer that fan got you.” Daniel walked over and unscrewed the lid. “You don’t mind do you?” The weight gainer had been a gift from one of Edmund’s muscle worship clients.

            “No. I don’t mind.”

            “Fuck this. Empty!”

            “You fucking serious!?” Edmund was concerned now. That container was nearly full the day before. “When Brendon gets back we’re going to talk.”

            Daniel opened other supplements. Creatine: empty. Glutamine: empty. Pre-workout: empty. BCAAs: empty. Everything in the club’s supplement stack was empty.

            “I don’t believe Brendon did this.” Daniel said.

            “Who else?”

            “I don’t know, but you’ve got to agree this isn’t his style. This is…It’s too much. Everything? And when did he have time to pull it off from yesterday to today?”

            Edmund’s mind immediately traveled to the thought of the hacking. Thomas had mentioned something about it being a master hacker, otherwise they would have needed access to the club’s computers. How many master hackers would bother with a small fetish site? “We should check to see if anything else is missing.”

            “You thinking it was a break-in?” Daniel asked.

            “I don’t know. I just got a feeling.”  

            They went to their rooms and rooted around. Edmund looked in his closet, his drawers, under his bed. Nothing missing.     

            “Hey Dan! Anything missing from your room!?”

            Daniel appeared in Edmund’s doorway. “Nothing. Everything’s just like I left it. Maybe we’re overthinking the missing supplements. Nobody is going to break in just to steel supplements, and they would take the whole container if they did. It has to be a practical joke. But if Brendon didn’t do it then…”

            “Unless the goal wasn’t to steal. What if the goal was to send a message?”

            “What kind of message?”

            “That they could mess with us anytime they like. Take our supplements. Fuck up our website.” Edmund squinted and paused. He wanted the idea to sink into Daniel’s brain.

            “You think it was the same person?”

            “Definitely.”

            Edmund heard a door open downstairs. Daniel turned his head and without a moment’s pause, ran down the stairs. Edmund followed. Edmund saw Brendon walking from the direction of the garage with a frown on his face. Before he or Daniel could speak Brendon had the first word.

            “What happened to the weights?”

            Edmund and Daniel looked at each other. The look of mutual realization washed over their faces. That’s what’s missing! They darted past Brendon and stopped dead in their tracks in the middle of the garage. It was empty save for the racks, the bench, a few bars, and weigh belts. All the weights from the 45 pound plates and 100 pound dumbbells down to the 2.5 pound plates and 5 pound dumbbells were gone. Over 1000 pounds of combined weight gone. Olympic quality, top of the line products. Gone!

            “I’ll take it you two don’t know either.” Brendon stood behind them. All three stood together in silence looking at what was left of their gym.

            “Shit!” Said Edmund. “First the site. Now Our weights-” He stopped short when his eyes caught site of an envelope resting on a bare shelf. Edmund walked over to it and picked it up. It was not sealed. Daniel and Brendon followed him. “It’s a note.”

            Edmund read it aloud:

 

Dear Sodomites,

            I attacked your website (and can do it again at any time). I flushed your supplements down the toilet. I have also taken your weights, but I am prepared to return them if you meet my demands. I want you to permanently take down your Muscle Gut Club website and close the related YouTube channel immediately. Who knows how many young men you turned from good wholesome lives to lives of homosexual depravity. That ends now. If I see that the website and YouTube channel are gone I will return the weights. I have no ill will against you personally, but I can no longer abide your actions.

 

Sincerely,

             Someone not to be trifled with.     

 

            Brendon snickered. “I can’t take that seriously. Can you?”

            Edmund balled the letter up. Brendon immediately grabbed it.

            “No, man. Tom will get a good laugh out of this.” Brendon put the note in his pocket.

            “This is not funny Brendon?” Daniel said.

            “That note was pretty funny. You didn’t find it funny Ed?...Someone not to be trifled with, seriously. Whoever wrote this was a clown.”

            “I’m taking this as a threat, and I’m taking it seriously,” Edmund said.

            Edmund thought it over in his head. There was no sign of a break-in, so the person had to have a key.

            “I’m calling the police,” Daniel said.

            “I don’t think that’s necessary,” Brendon said. “We can handle this ourselves.”

            “That, I can agree with,” Edmund replied. “We can ask the neighbors what they saw. Those weights took a while to move and they had to have a truck. That’s noticeable. Also, the website is not in any danger.”

            “That’s right, Dan,” Brendon said. “The security Thomas has on the website now is 10 times better than before. It would take the NSA to hack it.”

            Daniel shook his head. “This was still a break-in.”

            “I can change the locks tonight,” Edmund said. “Police will make his complicated. I’d rather let this guy try something else and expose himself. My guess is he’s a student.”

            “And I could punish him better than the cops could.” Brendon punched his palm with a fist.

            “You want to play games with a nut?” Daniel asked, incredulous.

            “We’ll play. We’ll win.” Edmund walked away, still shirtless from earlier.

            Bianca arrived 15 minutes after the discovery of the missing weights and just moments after Aron and Thomas came in. Brendon and Daniel filled Thomas and Aron in on what had happened, while Edmund spoke with her. He decided to take her outside for privacy. The chilly breeze brushed over him and he felt his nipples harden. Her eyes were constantly drawn to his bare chest, but she managed to form coherent sentences.

            “You’ve gotten really big.” She said it like she was just now noticing it. Maybe she was. She hadn’t seen him recently. He remembered the time when she would have been the first one he ran to after a break.

            “Yeah, just finished the bulk, pretty much. I start cutting next week.”

            “Are you doing your annual end of bulk buffet night.”

            “Probably.” Edmund was growing anxious. Why did she want to talk? “You didn’t come out here to just talk about my bulk did you?”

            “No.” Bianca glanced around her, not making eye contact for a few moments. “I came to breakup with you.”

            Thank God!                 

            “But why, babe?” Edmund forced himself not to smile.

            “After learning what you did at the party I never looked at you the same. I tried to forget about it, but I couldn’t. And don’t think I don’t notice you and Aron. I guess we’ve been broken up for a while now and just didn’t want to admit it.”

            You said a mouthful woman. 

            “Come here.” Edmund took her in his arms, raising her off the ground. He squeezed her tight, and she squeezed him. “You’re a beautiful, smart woman. You’ll find someone else. Someone great. I know it.”

            “Same to you Ed”

            Edmund watched her walk away into the chilly winter air. Bianca pulled her coat tight around as the wind howled. She shivered slightly. Edmund stood there on the club house steps. He didn’t shiver. He hardly felt the wind. For some reason he felt warmer than ever.

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Don't get me wrong Bianca is a nice girl but I like Edmund and Aron together and I hope he claims Aron soon. Also, is it bad I want them to force Steven's fantasy on him and force him to admit he's gay! Cause regardless of how you look at the situation, hacking and basically breaking and entering robbery like what the fuck!? Dude's got issues. I think it would be fun if Steven became the house slave and Aron basically got promoted to boyfriend. Like he's still there to do everything he's been doing but he could even order Steven around like a Work lead and co-worker relationship. 

Anyway you are doing great story telling all around, thanks for the update and can't wait for more. 

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29 minutes ago, JGMacroCreations said:

Don't get me wrong Bianca is a nice girl but I like Edmund and Aron together and I hope he claims Aron soon. Also, is it bad I want them to force Steven's fantasy on him and force him to admit he's gay! Cause regardless of how you look at the situation, hacking and basically breaking and entering robbery like what the fuck!? Dude's got issues. I think it would be fun if Steven became the house slave and Aron basically got promoted to boyfriend. Like he's still there to do everything he's been doing but he could even order Steven around like a Work lead and co-worker relationship. 

Anyway you are doing great story telling all around, thanks for the update and can't wait for more. 

I appreciate the kind words. Glad you enjoy it. The story was written years ago for my own enjoyment and was just sitting on my computer until I finally decided to share it. And it's funny, you aren't too far off with how it's going to go.

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Interesting how Edmund seemes to have moved on from Bianca but ot's been like a month since the relationship started to fail.

Joseph knows Steven si lying yet his closed mind is telling him to help him.

Steven will get caught and im sure he will not have a good time when it happens

 

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Twenty-Three: Aron

 

            Aron stood in the club’s living room with a broom in hand. He felt a scratchiness in his throat, but he paid it no mind. It was probably the frigid air drying his mucous membranes. His mind was focused on the club. How he loved serving them. They had grown so much since he met them and he felt a swell of pride knowing that he helped them reach their goals.

            Edmund was now 240 pounds of beautiful beef. He fucked Aron regularly and the little twink loved every second of it. Edmund told Aron he expected to lose 20 to 25 pounds during his cut. Aron wished Ed could be 240 pounds and lean, but one day…

            Brendon was 260 pounds and growing. Shortly after winter break, he included Aron in a comparison video. He and Aron wore nothing but matching underwear and participated in an eating contest (Brendon ate 12 cheeseburgers to Aron’s 2 and a half), followed by a flex off. One of Brendon’s legs was larger than both of Aron’s combined. His arms were three times Aron’s size. The video quickly became one of the most popular on the new site.

            Daniel was still chasing Brendon. He told Aron to prepare him special meals on top of what he prepared for the club normally. He looked as big as Brendon at 245 pounds because he was shorter, but much to his dismay he is still nowhere near as strong at Brendon.

            Thomas had bulked up to 170 lean pounds. Aron noticed he was eating more than usual. Brendon’s habits were apparently rubbing off on him. Or maybe there was something in Brendon’s cum. Thomas was certainly taking in enough of that.

            None of the club members were home, since they had started working out at a gym in town. Aron didn’t understand why the club wouldn’t go to the police. He tried to convince them, but to no avail. He could suggest things but the club was in charge and when they told him to be quiet, he shut his mouth and went back to work. Edmund confided in Aron one evening while receiving head, that he had an idea who was behind the theft of the weights, but he said no more than that.

            Aron swept slowly. He didn’t have to rush because he had no dinner to cook. The whole club was going to join Ed at an all you can eat buffet to celebrate the end of his bulk. They told Aron he would joining them and he couldn’t have been happier. The only thing Aron enjoyed more than the club’s muscles was watching them eat.

            His meals were a large part of the club’s growth. They wolfed down his massive high protein dinners ravenously. Aron mostly stood and watched, smiling. Often, he wouldn’t eat just to make sure his growing masters had enough. Perhaps that’s why his own weight had dipped to an all-time low of 95 pounds. Tonight, Aron would have the pleasure of watching the club eat large quantities of food without the work of cooking it.

            He coughed into his palm, just as he heard the door open. Aron turned to see the club members entering. None of them were wearing jackets despite the temperature. No doubt they needed to cool off after their workout. Each was pumped to the max. The tank tops and stringers they wore looked like they could hardly contain the swollen muscles. Both Brendon and Edmund had nipples showing. Daniels chest protruded like a shelf, and Thomas’ lean arms and shoulders were road-mapped with bulging veins. Aron’s little cock grew stiff at the site of them. Somehow after all this time he still wasn’t used to the site of his muscle masters after a hard workout.

            “Looks like you guys really hit your chest and shoulders hard.”

            “Oh yeah.” Edmund squeezed one of his pecs.

            “It’s been a while since we all worked out at the same time. It was fun.” Brendon smiled.

            “I’ll get your shakes”. Aron had all of the ingredients prepped and measured all he had to do was blend. If anything, working for the club had taught him the importance of planning ahead. Aron bought the club members their shakes. They were all seated on the couch and Edmund had removed his sweaty tank. Aron waited for the club to finish their shakes, watching their Adam’s apples bob up and down as the chugged the thick drinks.

            “Will you all like a snack to hold you over until the buffet?”

            “As much as I’d love to, I’m going to save room in the tank for dinner.” Brendon patted his muscle gut. “I’ll eat them out of business.”

            “None of us will be eating before the buffet,” Edmund said. “But we were all just saying how horny that workout made us.” Edmund glanced at the other club members who nodded their heads and smiled. “We would all like one of your masterful blowjobs.”

            “At the same time?” Aron asked.

            Thomas laughed. “You can only suck one cock at a time.”

            “And I want one of those massages you do so well.” Daniel pointed at Aron. The rest of the club joined in agreement.

            “Ok, so a massage and blowjob for everyone. That should get us all relaxed and loosened up after that hard work out,” Edmund said.

            Aron had never given full service to the whole club in one day before. The thought exited him. “Who’s first?”

            “Me!” Edmund stood up. He wrapped a meaty arm around Aron’s thin waist and carried him up the stairs. “You feel lighter,” Edmund remarked as he closed his bedroom door.

            Edmund stripped completely nude and laid on his bed while Aron rubbed him down with lotion, massaging each of his muscles. Aron stripped to his underwear and sat on Edmund’s back, cradling his master’ sides with his legs. He paid special attention to his traps and deltoids. When Aron was done with the massage he began to lick all nine inches of Edmund’s rod-like cock. He serviced it from head to balls and made Ed moan with pleasure.

            “Still the best.” Edmund smiled. “Now run along. The rest of the guys are waiting.”

            Thomas moved on to Brendon’s room. The massive weightlifter stood next to his bed. His thick 8 inch cock hung heavy below his muscle gut, which was bloated slightly from his shake.

            “Start with the cock, then do the rest of me.”

            Aron obliged his master. He stretched his mouth around Brendon’s dark brown manhood and began to suck and lick. Brendon grabbed the twinks head forcing him to deep throat it. Aron felt the cock spasm before filling his mouth with salty cum. He swallowed Brendon’s seed with a gulp, then looked up at the hulking figure. Brendon’s thick pecs partly obscured the view of his face from this angle. “Was it good?”

            “As always,” Brendon said. “Now the massage. Focus on the traps and back. I think I’m holding tension there.” Aron did as he asked and Brendon sent him on his way. Two down and two to go.      

            Daniel was next. He sat on his bed in white boxers with his hands behind his head.

            “Finally. Get working on these muscles. I hear deep tissue massages are good for growth.”

            “I certainly hope so, master.”

            Aron rubbed Daniel down with slow, deliberate motions. He squeezed and released his master’s muscles with care. Aron wanted to make sure Daniel got the best massage, since he liked them so much. When he was finished. He moved on to Daniel’s 7.5 in cock. When he climaxed he filled Aron’s mouth with a copious amount of cum. He must not of came since fucking Sarah a week ago.    

            “Had pineapple for lunch?” Aron said as he wiped his lips.

            “Yeah.” Daniel laughed.

            “I’m glad.”

            “They never get old. I’ve got to teach Sarah that thing you do with your tongue.”

            Thomas was the last stop. He sat at his computer, fully clothed.

            “Are you not ready. I can come back.” Aron turned to leave.

            “No. Absolutely not. I just knew I‘d be last so I thought I’d do some editing.”

            “I didn’t mean to do you last. I was just working my way over from Edmund’s-”

            Thomas raised his hand. “Think nothing of it. You’re a lot like me. We both like the big guys. It’s only natural you’d save the smallest for last. Of course, compared to you I’m not so small am I?” Thomas stood up and peeled of his tank top. He bulged in all the right places, a perfectly proportioned physique.

            “No master, you’re not small at all.” Aron stared at Thomas’ body.

            “Before we get started, I want you to take some pictures for my Instagram.” Thomas handed Aron his phone. He flexed his already tight abs tighter and stood or sat in various poses as Aron snapped photograph after photograph.

            When Aron was finished Thomas stripped naked. “Take one last one for the website.”

Aron did so. “Now suck my cock. It’s been awhile since I’ve had one of your famous blowjobs.”

            When Aron was finished he waited downstairs for the club to get ready. They showered and came downstairs dressed in uncharacteristically loose-fitting clothes. The must plan on eating a lot and don’t want to pop anything. Aron wished they had chosen tight clothes. The thought of them bursting out of the fabric at the table aroused him.     

 

            It was 5:30 when they arrived at the Old Country Buffet. They had walked since it was only 2 miles from their house. Aron felt his throat grow sorer.

            “Welcome ya’ll. How many we seating?” Said a Rubenesque blonde maître d’. 

            “Table for five.” Edmund replied.

            Brendon was already eyeing the buffet. He patted Aron on the shoulder. “It’s been over a year since we ate year. The food’s delicious. Just look at it.” The hulking muscle god licked his lips.

            The Old Country Buffet was roomy with a split-level dining area. Light wood walls were decorated with black and white photos and farm implements. Hungry Patrons crowded the buffet, loading their plates with a vast assortment of delicious looking dishes. There was prime rib, brisket, fried chicken, fried fish, meatballs, potatoes of every kind, rolls, rice dishes, assorted vegetables, and more. The dessert buffet was just as expansive.

            After being shown to their table the club ordered a round of soft drinks and immediately moved on to the buffet without sitting.

            “Time to load up boys,” Said Edmund, grabbing a tray and putting two plates on it.

            “We like to do two plates at a time. Makes for less trips,” Thomas said to Aron as he grabbed his own two plates.

            “Efficiency is king at a buffet,” Daniel said.

            Aron followed his master’s example and took two plates. Normally at a buffet he would just take one at a time. He looked at the other patrons circling the food island and noticed they all had one plate (filled to the edges, of course). Perhaps they thought it made them look less greedy, but the club wasn’t concerned about that. The four muscle gods were about to partake in a celebration of gluttony. They each filled their two plates with a mountain of meats and carbs, and the stray vegetable here and there. Aron filled his two plates in a similar fashion, but with more vegetables and less food overall.

            On the way back to the table Brendon looked at Aron’s plates and shook his head. “Too much open space. I can see the white of the plate.” He pointed to his plate. “This is how it’s done.”

            Brendon’s plates were so full, meat hung over the edges. If Aron ate like them, he was sure he would burst. “And too much green. That’s just filler at a buffet,” Brendon continued.

            “I think I’ve got all I can handle,” Aron said.

            “Yeah Brendon, if he eats all he’s got he did good for his size,” Edmund said, placing a hand on Aron’s shoulder.

            Brendon shook his head. “I just hate it when people don’t get their money’s worth at a buffet.”

            Everyone sat down and began to eat. Brendon and Thomas sat together on one side of the table. Little Aron was squeezed between Edmund and Daniel on the other. Their massive lats caused their arms to flair out and bump into Aron often, as they dug their knives and forks into the meat mountains before them. Aron was the filling in a muscle sandwich and couldn’t be happier. He loved how small he felt sandwiched between the two powerful studs. With every bump he felt the contrast between their thick muscular frames and his own boney frail body.

            Brendon let out a belch. Within 5 minutes he had finished his first round. Edmund was right behind. They went back to the buffet for 2 more plates. Daniel and Thomas were a little slower but soon they too were on a return trip to the buffet. Aron had only just finished his first plate when the club members returned with plates just as overflowing as their first and ate like they were starved. Aron imagined their muscles growing as they ate, bigger and bigger, so big they pushed the table and chairs apart and Aron was squeezed so tight between the walls of muscle that he couldn’t move.

            Aron was half way finished with his second plate when he leaned back and patted his little belly. He was full and had no desire to finish. Brendon, who by this time had just finished his sixth plate looked at him with disappointment.

            “Looks like someone is full.” Brendon shook his head and pointed. The rest of the club looked at Aron. Edmund and Brendon were finishing their fifth plates. Thomas, his fourth. As he looked at their faces Aron felt even smaller than normal.

            “I’m just done guys. My stomach isn’t that big.” Aron pushed his plate away. Brendon immediately grabbed it and prepared to pour its contents onto his own plate. He paused and looked at Edmund.

            “Here, we’re celebrating the end of your bulk so...” He gave the plate to Edmund.

            “Brendon gives up food. Am I in an alternate reality?” Daniel said. The club laughed.

            “Well I don’t think it’s right that you should just sit there while we eat. We’re only half done.” Brendon smiled.

            Edmund leaned back. “I know where this is going. Hop to it Aron.”

            Aron immediately understood the implication. “Right away masters.” As Aron scurried to the buffet a thought crept from the back of his mind. Edmund didn’t call me slave. Aron was used to the other club members calling him by his name, but not Edmund.

            Aron loaded up two plates and bought them to Brendon. He then bought two plates to Edmund, followed by Daniel and Thomas. As each club member finished a plate Aron hurried to bring them a replacement. They ate as fast as he could bring the food.

            After Brendon’s Tenth plate he leaned bag and patted his distended muscle gut. “Good thing I wore the pants with the expandable waste. You can get me two plates of dessert and that will top this meal off just right.”

            Aron did as he was told and Brendon dove into a slice of cheesecake.

            “I’ll take two plates of dessert, too.” Thomas said

            “One for me.” Said Daniel.

            “I’ll take two.” Edmund said.

            After the club had cleaned their plates Aron counted the totals in his head. Brendon had eaten 12 plates of food, Edmund, 11. Daniel managed 9 and Thomas, 8.

            Thomas raised his shirt and looked down. “God, I look pregnant.” His lean abs were distended giving his torso the look of a tortoise shell. The buttons on Edmund’s button up shirt were stretched, as were Daniels. Brendon moaned with both hands on his gut. He almost seemed in pain, but he was smiling. Serving then had worked up Aron’s appetite and seeing them eat so much had given him motivation to eat just a little more. He left them to their food comas and went to the dessert bar for a slice of apple pie.

            Aron began eating the pie as he walked back to the table, but he stopped suddenly. He heard a sound.

            PSSSSSTT!

            Aron looked around him and saw guy standing in the hallway that led to the bathrooms. Their eyes met.

            “Aron.” The guy whispered, and motioned toward him. Aron was certain he didn’t know him, but he looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had seen him around campus. Aron glanced back at the club, who seemed to notice nothing. Brendon, looked half asleep. He walked over to the guy, who immediately grabbed him and pulled him into the men’s bathroom.

            “What the-. Do I know you?”

            “No. But I know you.” The guy pulled out his phone and bought up a picture. He showed it to Aron.

            “That’s the research assistant from the engineering lab. You know him? He’s real nice-”

            “He stole your masters’ weights.”

            “He, uh, he…what now.” Disbelief crept over Aron’s face.

            “And I helped him.” The guy said. “My name is Joseph and I’m here to make things right.”

            Aron stood silent for a while. He listened as Joseph told him about the first time he stole Aron’s key, and hacked the club’s website. Joseph spoke about Steven’s obsession, his goal to break down the club, the lies, copying the key, stealing the weights, and disposing of the supplements.

            When Joseph finished speaking, Aron wanted to punch him and then punch himself repeatedly. This was all his fault. How could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I keep the key on me at all time? Why would I put it in my fucking bag and then leave it unattended? The club trusted me and I let them down.         

            “Look. I know I just dropped a bomb on you, but If you could go get Thomas, only Thomas, and bring him here so I can talk to him.”

            Aron was about to ask why he wanted Thomas, then he laughed, realizing that Joseph wanted to talk to the smallest member of the club. It offered his best chance of survival if he had to fight.

            “Yeah, I’ll get Thomas for you.” Along with the rest of the club asshole. “Just stay right here.”

            Aron returned moments later. He and Thomas entered the bathroom. Joseph had started to sweat.

            “You’re the guy that hacked our site, and stole our weights and supplements?”

            “I was tricked into believing you deserved it. I just-”

            “Sounds like a confession to me.” Thomas walked over to the bathroom door and pulled it open. In walked Edmund, Daniel, and Brendon. Aron smiled. He was sure they lined up in that order intentionally so Joseph would see their increasing size. Each one larger and more powerful than the next. The immense, stuffed, muscle gods crowded into the bathroom. It was hardly large enough for them all. The look on Joseph’s face was that of pure fear.

            “I said just Thomas!”

            “You’re in no position to shout.” Brendon lunged forward, grabbed Joseph by the jacket and lifted him up off the ground. He pressed Joseph against the wall.

            “Aron said you stole his key because someone told you to,” Edmund said. “Who?”

            “You should know. You met him after you fucked his girlfriend.”

            “I knew it!” Edmund said. The rest of the club looked at him, surprised. “I mean I had a hunch. Put him down Brendon.”

            Brendon lowered him to the ground, scowling the whole time. Joseph straightened his jacket. He looked relieved to be on solid ground. A patron entered the bathroom and stopped, briefly to stare at the four bloated bodybuilders staring at a startled looking guy.

            “It’s occupied.”

            “I gotta piss,” Said the patron.

            “I said get the fuck out.” Edmund said it calmly, but cold. The patron stared at the club’s muscles straining their shirts, turned and left.

            “Talk!” Edmund said to Joseph.

            “Look. I don’t agree with you guys’ lifestyle.” Joseph glanced at Aron. “But I gotta make things right. I talked to Steven and his ex. Something just wasn’t adding up. He said you raped her…”

            “That’s a lie!” Edmund said.

            “I know!” Joseph held his hands up defensively. “I know that now. I’m sorry for my part in all of this. I know where your weights are. That’s why I’m here. To tell you so you can get them. I was going to do it at your place, but I followed you here, because I figured, uh, well I just wanted to do this in a more public place.”

            Daniel, who was silent throughout it all, let out a muted laugh. “Coward,” he mumbled.

            “We thank you for that, but where our weights are, isn’t all you’re going to tell us.” Edmund pulled Joseph forward by his arm.

            The Bathroom door opened suddenly. The restaurant manager entered with the patron Edmund had kicked out behind him, looking smug.

            “Excuse me, but you guys can’t hog the bathroom.”

            “We were just leaving,” Brendon said, before grabbing Joseph’s other arm.

            Edmund and Brendon led Joseph out of the bathroom. Thomas and Daniel followed. Aron was last. He walked slowly, finally finishing his pie.

 

Chapter 24: Daniel 

 

            Daniel crouched behind a cedar hedge. Cold air nipped at his nose and the sound of a car alarm filled the quiet street. Edmund was to his right. Thomas to his left. Brendon was waiting in Joseph’s car. They had sent Aron home after dinner, much to his dismay. As they waited for Steven to make his appearance, Daniel thought about the night’s events.

            It had taken quite a bit of coaxing but the club convinced Joseph to tell them where Steven lived. He had just wanted to tell them where their weights were and leave, but the club had other plans.

            They had made Joseph drive them to the location of the weights: Joseph’s family storage locker. Once Joseph opened the locker they made him load his car with as many weight as could fit, and drive them to the club’s house. Three trips were required and Joseph did all of the lifting. They watched as Joseph put every weight back in its proper spot. When he was ready to leave, Edmund stopped him.

            “Now where does Steven live and what kind of car does he drive?” Edmund had asked.

            Joseph was breathing heavily and sweating despite the winter temperatures. No doubt moving those weights by himself had been one hell of a workout for someone so out of shape.

            “You got your weights back. It’s over.” Joseph turned, but Edmund and Brendon grabbed his arms. Daniel and Thomas moved in front of him.

            “This isn’t over until we say it is.” Daniel had said. “Now Ed asked you a question.”

            Joseph struggled to break free but his flabby computer nerd muscles were no match for the club’s strength. They pulled him inside of the garage and closed the door.

            Brendon squeezed Joseph’s left bicep and the nerd screamed out in pain. “That wasn’t even my full grip strength,” Brendon said. “Where is Steven and what car does he drive.”

            “You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” Joseph asked.

            “No.” Edmund said. “He knows where we live, don’t you think it’s fair we should know the same about him.”

            Joseph said nothing. Brendon twisted his arm. “OK, OK,” Joseph screamed. “42 West Lawrence Ave. He drives a silver Honda Accord.”

            “He could be lying.” Thomas said.

            “I’m not!”

            “We’ll know tonight.” Edmund said. “Joseph you’re our chauffeur.”

            “I’m not lying, honest. Just don’t hurt him. He deserves payback but-”

            “We won’t hurt him. Let’s go.” Edmund yanked at Joseph. “We’re visiting Steven tonight.”

            “He’s sleeping now.” Joseph protested.

            Daniel laughed. “Who gives a fuck.”

            Joseph drove the club to 42 West Lawrence Ave. As they drove by, they noticed the silver Honda parked in front. There were no lights inside.

            “Park on the next block over.” Edmund said.

            “I thought we were going to confront him.” Daniel said.

            “We are.” Edmund pulled a knife from his pocket.

            “Holey shit!” Joseph exclaimed. The car swerved.

            “Eyes on the road!” Thomas screamed.

            “Lier! You said you weren’t going to hurt him, but you’re…you’re going to kill him.”

            “Calm down poindexter. This is for his tires. He cost us quite a bit of money now it’s time for us to return the favor.”

            Daniel didn’t like the sound of this. He didn’t want the club to get caught in a spiral of revenge. “I thought the plan was to scare him into leaving us alone,” Daniel said.

            “That’s what we’re doing. If he doesn’t leave us alone after what we do to his car then he’s next.” Edmund smiled.

            “Sounds like a winner to me.” Brendon said. Thomas agreed.

            “I’m a witness,” Joseph said “And If you do this, I’ll tell the cops.” Joseph turned his head up proudly and crossed his arms as if the case was settled. Daniel placed a large hand on the top of Joseph’s scalp and turned the nerds head to face him.

            “You won’t If you like having use of your arms.” Brendon said, firmly. Joseph gulped.

            Edmund took a pin and paper from his jacked and began to scribble down a note. “Let’s go.”

            “I’ll watch our friend.” Brendon put his arm around Joseph’s shoulders and shook him.

            Daniel, Edmund, and Thomas pulled up the hoods on their jackets and walked through the park across from Steven’s house. It was empty, save for a cat rummaging through garbage. When they got to the car they surveyed the empty street. No one in site. Edmund slipped his note under the car’s windshield wipers. He then stabbed his knife into all four tires.

            “That’s not expensive enough,” Thomas whispered. He picked up a large rock and smashed in both tail lights. The car alarm immediately went off, and the club ran across the street. They crouched in the bushes in the park and watched as Steven ran out of his house. He wore pajama bottoms and a wife beater. Edmund snickered as Steven ran around his car, flailing his arms, making fists, and saying ‘fuck’.

            Steven picked up the note, read it, balled it up, and threw it away. He looked up and down the street. His face was expressionless. He looked across the street into the park. Daniel was sure he couldn’t see them through the bushes. He was illuminated by a street lamp but the club was not. Steven ran back into his house.

            “Let’s go.” Daniel tapped Edmund on the shoulder.

            “Yeah,” Edmund said, still smiling.

            When the club got back to the car Joseph was on the phone. Brendon put a finger on his mouth and shushed his fellow club members. “It’s steven,” he whispered.

            “No way.” Joseph spoke into the phone. “What are you going to do? Uh huh, yeah, Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Joseph put his phone into his pocket.

            “Well he’s pissed.” Joseph said. “He wants me to meet him tomorrow at the storage unit. He wants to sell the weights to pay for the damage. What am I going to do?” Daniel was sure he asked that question to his self but that didn’t stop Edmund from answering it.

            “You’re going to tell him he fucked up but he got off easy because you did the right thing. If he’s smart he’ll thank you. Now drive us home.”

            As they drove off Daniel turned to Edmund. “What did that note say. I didn’t catch it.”

            “It was only four words. Don’t. Fuck. With. Us!”                        

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Twenty-Five: Steven

 

            He couldn’t believe Joseph had betrayed him. His friend had joined the enemy. The club had their weights back. And on top of that Joseph refused to attack the club’s website again. His leverage was gone along with his anonymity.

            Steven sat in his room with the windows shut. He sulked in the dim light, tapping his leg repeatedly, thinking about his car. It cost him over $1000 to fix. He had to borrow half of it from his father. Assholes! They had the chance to give in. Instead they want a war. But there’s four of them and only one of me

            Steven stood up and paced his room. He was shirtless, having just showered, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He stopped and stared, disgusted. He sucked in his flabby middle and rubbed his hands over it, imagining a set of chiseled abs in its place. If I was a roided up freak like Edmund or Brendon I would be strong enough to challenge those fuckers directly. Steven put on a shirt so he didn’t have to look at himself any longer.   

            No matter how big you got you’d never fight the club. A faggot like you would be on his knees, submitting his self, sucking their muscle god cocks. It’s what you want. The voice was back! Steven furled his eyebrows. He hadn’t been taunted by it in months. I will take down the club. You failed faggot. You should go to them now and beg their forgiveness. You should submit yourself to them and offer to pleasure them in any way they like. Steven shook his head furiously. No. They’ll be on their knees. You lost. No! The voice was gone.

            Steven had no friends who could challenge the club. At that point he wasn’t sure he had any friends at all, but he did have time. Time and cunning. ‘Don’t fuck with us’ they had written. They sent their message and thought that was all they had to do. Don’t fuck with them. Fine. I won’t touch them, but someone else could.   

 

            It was an unseasonably warm day for winter and the club was wearing light jackets instead of winter coats. Steven watched them from a distance, wearing a fake goatee and aviators. He decided to take no chances. The club walked down French street and turned onto Carlyle Ave. They would meet a surprise.

            Two days before Steven had paid a visit to the Alpha Kappa Lambda house. He had long ago heard about an arm-wrestling match between Edmund and a member of The Gentlemen at the fateful party last semester. Edmund had humiliated him and The Gentlemen are not ones to forget. Steven had an Economics class with two of them, Vincent and Mark. He noticed they had grown over the course of the school year, gaining at least 20 pounds each. Apparently meeting Edmund had inspired them to get buff. They wouldn’t lose an arm-wrestling competition again.

            Steven stole the Lambda mascot from their front porch. It was a lightweight fiberglass figure of a British aristocrat. The sleeves of his coat were torn off revealing his bare arms, one of which was tattooed with the Lambda letters. The man held a beer in his hand. The statue was a gift from the Lambda’s sister sorority and they cherished it so Steven knew taking it would strike a nerve. He stuffed it in his car and put it in front of the club’s house while they were all in class.

            Time was of the essence. Steven knew the Lambdas would be out looking for their mascot almost immediately but he had to be sure they saw it in front of the Club’s house before any of the members got back. The Lambdas would most likely think the theft was perpetrated by another Fraternity. Most Fraternities had houses on the club’s side of town.

            Steven stood just down the street from the Club’s house at the intersection of two busy streets. He wore his backpack. When he saw Vincent and Mark walking hurriedly towards him, he put on a smile and began to casually walk down the side walk. The two gentlemen looked from side to side as they walked.

            “Hey!” Steven said with a smile. “Vincent and Mark, right?”

            “Yeah,” Mark replied, still looking around him. “You’re in the Ms. Lang’s Macroeconomics class, right?”

            “Yeah, Steven.” He gestured to himself and shook both Lambda’s hands. “Glad I ran into you.”

            Steven removed his backpack and took out his Economics notebook. He glanced at Vincent, who was looking restless. He would have to make it quick.

            “Did you catch what chapter the professor said was most important for the extra credit project. I e-mailed her but she never got back to me.”

            “It was chapter 15,” Vincent said, curt. “Let’s go.” He tapped Mark on the shoulder. “The Phi house is right down this street.”

            “You guys are friends with the Phis?”

            “No, someone stole our mascot. We’re looking for it.” Mark replied. Vincent groaned.

            “You guys are lambda’s right? I went to one of your parties last semester. It was awesome.”

            “Thanks.” Said Mark.

            Steven made his eyes wide and let his mouth fall agape. He pointed his finger at the air and shook it slowly. “Wait a minute. Your mascot…It’s a British type gentleman in a sleeveless suit? He was outside at the party.”

            “Yeah.” Mark said. His eyes narrowed.

            “I saw him today. It just registered when you said it was stolen.”

            Vincent leaned forward. “You saw it! You’re sure?”

            “I literally just passed it. In fact, I know the people who live in the house. They’re assholes.”

            “Show us.”

            Steven led them to the club’s house and pointed at the fiber glass statue in the yard. It was visible through the gate.

            “That’s it.” Kevin opened the gate and ran to the mascot. Vincent and Steven were close behind.

            “I wouldn’t stay here too long. They could come back any moment.”

            “Well I want to meet them,” Mark said.

            “You don’t want to,” Steven said “They’re assholes, with tempers. They take whatever they want. One of them cheated on his girlfriend with my girlfriend causing us to break up. I confronted him and then his three friends threatened my life.” Steven took out his phone and showed The Gentlemen a picture of Edmund.

            “That’s the guy from the party,” Vincent said.

            “You sure?” asked Mark.

            “I definitely remember that cocky SOB.”

            Steven smiled briefly, but quickly wiped it away. He didn’t want to look too thrilled.

            “Sounds like you’ve got an axe to grind against them, too?” Steven said.

            “Oh, Yes.” Vincent nodded.

            “Well I can figure out where they’ll be in 2 days.” Steven said. “Let’s talk someplace else.”        Steven was true to his word. He told them where the club would be. Since he had followed them for so long it was easy. He recommended they bring two of their biggest friends...

            The club walked out of Steven’s sight. He quickly changed his position so he could see the show.

            The club walked down the quiet street side by side. Steven could only see their backs. Any moment now. Suddenly 4 figures leapt from the woods, two on one side of the street and two on the other. They were all dressed in dark pants and black hoodies. Their faces were obscured with ski masks. On figure held a heavy stick. One wore brass knuckles. The two largest had no weapons. They simply held their fists up.   

            The club looked at each other and then towards the masked figures, clearly startled. What must they be thinking? Steven smiled. He couldn’t wait to see the club sprawled out on the ground in pain, their egos crushed.

            Without warning Brass Knuckles lunged at Daniel. He threw a punch but Daniel blocked it, returning a brutal blow to the Gentleman’s stomach. Stick swung at Brendon. He grabbed the stick and wrested it from the Gentleman’s grasp. Brendon swung the stick across his attacker’s face, blood spraying from his mouth.

             At the same time the two largest attackers ran into Thomas and Edmund. Thomas landed on his back with his attacker on top of him. He grabbed his attacker’s arms to keep from getting hit. Edmund traded blows with his attacker, mostly body shots. They let out a grunt with every blow.

            Brendon turned from his attacker to pull the gentleman off of Thomas. He threw him back. Thomas immediately stood up and shouted a warning. Brendon’s attacker was coming from behind with his stick in hand. Brendon grabbed the stick and, this time, broke it across his knee. He threw the pieces into the woods. Brendon grabbed his now weaponless attacker and in an impressive show of power he lifted him over his head and threw him back to the ground. The gentleman let out a scream. Steven was awestruck.

             Brass knuckles got away from Daniel and turned his attention to Brendon. He punched the huge powerlifter in the side with all his might, but Thomas kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down. Brass knuckled doubled over in pain. Daniel punched him in the back of the head, knocking him out

            Edmunds attacker was now bleeding from the nose and mouth, his mask having been ripped off. Edmund had a busted lip, but otherwise seemed unharmed. He and Thomas’ first attackers were the only two gentlemen left standing. Edmund swung and with a single punch knocked one of the lambdas to the ground. Steven could have sworn he saw The Gentleman’s feet leave the ground. And then there was one.

            The club stared at the final attacker. He looked at them and then at his fallen companions and bolted down the street. The club had been victorious, and they did it with hardly any injuries. Steven rose from his hiding place and walked swiftly away, hanging his head in disappointment.

            “My fault.” Steven mumbled. “I should have had them attacked separately.” Next time he wouldn’t put so much faith in The Gentlemen. No matter how buff they got, they were no match for The Muscle Gut Club in an even fight.

 

Chapter Twenty-Six: Brendon

 

            He sat at the dining room table wearing a black wife beater, stretched tight over his muscle gut. Daniel and Edmund sat on either side of him. Aron placed his dinner in front of him, a half a chicken, two sweet potatoes with butter, and broccoli with cheese sauce. He dove in with his fork. He loved how big he was growing and with size came strength. That morning he had managed to deadlift 650 pounds and bench 485. He remembered how easily he had lifted that fool who attack him earlier that week and the force with which he threw him to the ground. The though caused a cocky smile to creep over his face.

            “Some good news we should know about.” Edmund said. He was eating a baked piece of chicken breast, a small portion of brown rice and some broccoli with Italian dressing. He had been in a caloric deficit since the start of his cut, allowing himself only one small cheat meal a week and today was not one of those days.

            “Just smiling. Thinking how strong I’m getting.” Brendon caught Daniel rolling his eyes. “Not to brag,” he continued, “But if I keep going at this pace I should be able to deadlift close to 800 and bench over 600 by the meet.”

            “That’s awesome man,” said Edmund, “sadly I’m losing strength. Always happens on cut.” He flexed his arm and squeezed it with his other hand. “But I’m going to be so shanked come my show the judges will see every vein.”

            “How are your lifts coming, Dan.” Brendon asked.

            Daniel lowered his fork. He was eating the same meal as Brendon. “Going great.”

            “Care to elaborate,” Brendon said.

            “You’ll see how strong I’m getting when I beat you at the meet.” He shoved a too large piece of chicken into his mouth and began to chew.”

            Daniel hadn’t lifted with Brendon in several weeks outside of doing videos. Perhaps he felt his lifts were lagging and didn’t want to have to lift with someone so much stronger than him. Brendon was certain he couldn’t deadlift more than 525 or bench over 440. If he stayed that far behind him, he’d have no chance in the competition.

            Aron sat a glass of water in front of Edmund, a glass of whole milk in front of Brendon, and a glass of lemonade in front of Daniel. Brendon took a nice long gulp of the ice-cold milk. Refreshing.  

            “It does a body good.” He patted Aron on the back.

            “Sure does. Would you like some more.”

            “Sure, top off the glass.” Brendon leaned to Daniel.

            “I’ll have a glass of milk, too.” Daniel said.

            Brendon smiled. He wished Thomas was there. He always got a bang out of watching Daniel copy his man. But Tom had an appointment with a supplement company he was looking to model for, Elite Nutrition, and a subsequent photo-shoot.   

            “How do you think Tom will do?” Edmund asked.

            Brendon hadn’t given much thought to it. He knew Thomas would do well and wasn’t worried in the least. “He’s handsome, he’s got great aesthetics, he’s knowledgeable about fitness, has a huge Instagram following, and is likeable. He’ll get the deal.”

            Brendon finished his meal and sat for a while, rubbing his stuffed belly, before heading upstairs for a nap. He wanted to let his food settle a little before attempting to hit new personal records in the gym.

 

            Brendon woke, laying on his back. Twilight was just starting to creep in and his room had grown dark. He changed into a sweat suit and made his way into the hall. He heard the sound of a headboard hitting the wall in Edmund’s room. He leaned toward the door and heard Aron’s moans of pleasure. Those two at it again. He smiled. He and Thomas would probably fuck later to celebrate his contract.

            He walked past Daniel, studying his anatomy textbook, in the living room and entered the gym. The muscle bear put 300 pounds on the bar as a warmup and began to dead lift. He raised the bar, locked out and then lowered it to the ground, bending his legs slightly. After 14 reps he sat down to rest and took a drink of water.

            I think I can try 700. It was a full 50 pounds more than his previous personal record, but he felt unstoppable. He decided not to raise the weight incrementally. Instead, he threw 400 pounds onto the 300 and stared the weights down. You got this. You’re Brendon Lane, The Bull, the black Hercules.      

            Just then he heard a door slam, and Daniel’s muffled voice. Thomas. He wanted to hear how it went straight from his mouth, to hug him and kiss him and congratulate him. The 700 pounds would have to wait.

            The first thing he noticed upon leaving the gym was the dried blood on his lover’s face. A face bruised and swollen, black and brown and red. ‘Faggot’ was written on his forehead in black marker. Brendon rushed to him. Daniel stood beside him with a concerned look on his face. He put his two hands on the sides of Thomas’ face to raise his head so he could look him straight in the eyes. Thomas pulled his hands down and turned away.

            “What happed?” Brendon asked, trembling with anger and sadness.

            “Three guys came out of nowhere and jumped me.”

            Brendon clenched his fists. “The same guys.?”

            “I don’t know. Maybe. It happened so fast…my ears started ringing. They’re still ringing.” Thomas collapsed on the couch. Blood dripped from a split in his lower lip as he spoke.

            “It had to be. They were beat by us together. Now they’re going to attack us individually, starting with the smallest one.” Brendon was fuming, looking at Thomas’ face, seeing him in pain.

            Edmund descended the stairs. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of boxer briefs. His cock was still semi-hard. Aron followed behind him. Wearing Edmund’s robe (that he never wore). Aron’s stick thin body swam in it. He appeared to be nude beneath it.

            “What the fuck!” Edmund shouted.

            Aron rushed forward. “Master! Oh, my god.”

            Thomas palmed his forehead and grimaced. “I just need some rubbing alcohol and some rest.” He stood up. Brendon went to embrace him, but Thomas was already running up the stairs. Brendon knew he hated sympathy and wouldn’t want the club making a fuss over him so he didn’t follow. He would give him his space for now.

            “Steven’s going to pay for this. He’ll look worse than Thomas,” Brendon said.

            “Let’s not escalate this anymore.” Edmund said. “This might not have been him.”

            Brendon looked at him, shocked. “Who else? You vandalize his car and a short time after we get jumped. After we beat their asses one of them tells some phony story about us steeling their mascot. Now a week later one of us is jumped again. It’s cause and effect, plain and simple. We know Steven was behind it. We saw with Joseph that he’s a manipulator. He manipulated the Lambdas into attacking us once. It didn’t work out so well, now he’s trying a different approach.”

            “Oh, I believe he had us jumped, after we fucked up his car, definitely, but this might not be him. So far, he’s been attacking us as a group. Why just target Thomas? This could be a coincidence, after-all Thomas did have to walk through a dangerous neighborhood.”

            “I see,” Brendon said. “You’re scared.”

            “Scared?” Edmund frowned. “I’m not scared.”

            “You were so ready to vandalize his car, but now it’s time to put hands on him, and you’re making excuses. It might not be him, my ass! Whoever beat up Thomas did it because of something Steven said and I’m going to kill him!” Brendon turned toward the door.

            Daniel grabbed his arm. “Edmund’s right! Let’s not escalate this any more. Maybe we can talk to him. Come to an understanding before someone really gets hurt.”

            Brendon growled, causing Aron to cower. He had never seen Brendon angry. 

            “We never should have vandalized his car,” Daniel continued. “We should have de-escalated it, instead we escalated it. If this keeps going who knows what will happen.”

            Edmund grabbed Brendon’s other arm. “That’s probably what he wants. We beat him up then he has grounds to try to get us expelled. No. This time we talk to him. I won’t let you make my mistake.”

            Brendon shook himself from their grasp and grunted. He was so mad he wanted to punch the both of them. Then he remembered the 700 pounds. “Fine, you talk to that asshole, but I’m not going. If I do I won’t be able to guarantee his safety.”

            Brendon stormed into the garage and stared at the 700 pounds. Angrily lifting weights might help me burn off some steam. He walked up to the weight, bent down and grabbed it. In his anger he ignored proper form. He pulled it with a forceful jerk and felt a pulling in his back. A sharp pain shot across his lumbar region and radiated down his leg. He let out a scream and dropped the weight. Brendon fell to his knees and clenched his back, tightly. He punched the mat.

            When he looked up Edmund, Daniel, and Aron stood at the door watching him in silence. He grimaced, holding back tears. For only the second time in his life Brendon Lane had injured himself in the gym yet he didn’t think about his back or how this would affect his competition performance. He thought only about Steven, and how he would pay for what he did to Thomas. He will pay.            

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