July 23: A Pointed Revenge (Pt 2 added 7/26)

[dredlifter]

First off...I'm a day late and I'm SOOOO sorry.  All month long I told myself I signed up for the 24th...only today I looked at the sign-up list and I see I had actually signed up for the 23rd.  Ugh.  I hate being late, it's a pet peeve of mine, so I'm really annoyed with myself.  

Hopefully you will enjoy my story.  I actually started a new story about a week ago because the original I was gonna post was similar to a few of the other stories already posted, so I wanted to go a different direction.  It's not completely finished, but I will post part two this weekend.

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A Pointed Revenge

I felt the tension in my body rise as I pulled into Naperville.  My high school hometown.  It’s been four years since I last set foot in this town, five years since I graduated.  And I can’t say I miss it.  High school wasn’t exactly the best time for me.  Kids really are assholes.  In 9th grade I was outed by the two biggest assholes in our class.  

Berk Callum and Len Kratzler were always trouble makers growing up.  Unfortunately for me and for everyone they were always two to the bigger, more athletic kids as well and they grew into sports studs in high school as well.   The pair found some bodybuilding magazines in my backpack and proudly announced it to the rest of the boys in the locker room.  I probably could’ve played it off, saying I just wanted to get into weightlifting…but the dagger was that I also had a playgirl magazine I’d swiped in the bag.  That one would’ve been a lot harder to explain away.  And so it was I was outed as a fairy in our class.

 Truthfully, I didn’t get much guff from the rest of the kids in my school.  There were other known gay kids throughout high school and thankfully, we’ve seemed to have progressed to the point where the gay stigma isn’t as bad as it used to be.

 But that didn’t stop the douchebag twins from constantly mentally torturing me about.  Throughout all my high school years the taunts and pranks never stopped.  From filling my locker up with used jockstraps to putting up fliers with my phone number in the boys’ bathrooms advertising sexual favors.  Yeah, high brow stuff.

 If I can be thankful about one thing it’s that the pranks never got physical.  Or least violently physical.  Sure they were all too happy to plow into me during phys-ed, where they could play it off as sports.  Or check me into the lockers in the hallways.  But nothing too damaging.  I suppose in our litigious society even they were smart enough to know not to go to the point of provable physical abuse.  That still didn’t excuse their behavior and the bouts of depression I endured during what was supposed to be my wonder years.  Berk and Len’s reign of terror didn’t just focus on me, even though sometimes I felt like it.  They also made sure to go after anybody who associated with me.  This relegated my friends list to a very small group, even though I know most of my peers had no issue with me personally.

But, of course, even with the progress we’ve made, the superstar athletes tended to get away with too much.  Berk and Len continued to show their athletic prowess throughout high school, both making varsity football their Freshman year and growing from there, becoming conference standouts by the time they were Juniors.  Berk was a linebacker and graduated at buff 5’11 and 215 lbs while Len was a tight end at 6’1 and 220.  Both had raw strength and not much regard for their own safety, making them tough as nails, if not a bit stupid, football gods at our school.  In other words, nearly untouchable for discipline.  

I think back to my time in high school, how I really did want to pursue weight lifting and my ultimate dream…bodybuilding.  For sure, I enjoyed looking at those magazines for other reasons as well, but with the two neanderthals patrolling the school’s weight room I never got a chance to really explore my passion early on, leaving me a just 5’8 and 135 lbs with a runners build when I graduated.

Was.  I WAS 5’8 and 135 lbs.

But now…well, let’s just say I was a late bloomer.  But what a fucking bloom it was.

Immediately after I graduated it was like my hormones went into overdrive.  Maybe is was my body's natural reaction to relaxing about not having to be around Berk and Len anymore.  That summer before college alone I shot up two inches in height and gained 25 lbs.  And it didn’t stop there.  Once I was in college I felt fully free to embrace my love of weightlifting and bodybuilding.  My freshman roommate was a cool dude on the school’s wrestling team and he happily showed me the ropes in the gym.  When I went home for Thanksgiving my parents and younger brother didn’t even recognize me. By that time I had hit six feet tall and 190 lbs with deep cut abs.  I got along well enough with my younger bro, who was four years my junior, though we were never super close.  But I loved the new sense of awe and admiration, and a little bit of jealousy, in his eyes as he complimented my body.  He even had me flex my biceps for him as he let out a long whistle.  I believe the words he used were “Rock fuckin’ solid, big bro!  You're going to have to teach me to get big too!”.  

And I only grew from there.  Upwards and outwards, bigger and stronger.  And according to so many of my female college friends, more and more handsome too.  In high school I’d been described as “cute”, but with the flood of testosterone and hormones my jaw had widened and sharpened, my brow and cheekbones had grown and I now sported a stylish goatee.  Of course, being gay, I found that I was very popular on campus among the my fellow homosexual brethren.  It wasn't too long before I was the biggest, most muscular, and best looking gay man on campus.  Heck maybe the best looking man period!

And still through my four years of college I pushed my body to the limits.  I fell in with the bodybuilding crowd in our town who were happy to embrace me and my natural talent for packing on muscle.  My senior year I competed in our our college’s bodybuilding competition and swept the other boys off the stage.  The judges even suggested I jump into local and regional competitions, something I plan to do very soon.

But for now I had planned my re-introduction to Naperville, specifically for my class’s five-year reunion.  I pulled into town and took note of the familiar stores lining the streets.  Not much had changed.  One year after I graduated my family moved across state so I had no reason to go back since, which is why I hadn't been here in four years.  

I made my way to one of the few friends I had in high school, Dan Pitcherso, whom we called “Pitch”.  He was a year younger than I and was probably my closest friend.  I missed Pitch and felt a little bit guilty about not coming back to Naperville to visit him, but he understood.  He came to visit me on campus my sophomore year.  He was rightly blown away by me then and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to me now.  The thought made me grin as I turned onto his street.  Like me, Pitch was also gay, but he came out after high school to avoid the wrath of Berk and Len.  In high school he was on the tennis team.  About 5’11 with a wiry athletic build, he was a hottie and he only got hotter in college like me.  Not gonna lie, when he visited me we hooked up.  He couldn’t get enough of my muscles, making me flex and pose for him while he felt me up.  I couldn’t get enough of it either and we had an awesome night.  He was gonna let me crash at his place for our reunion.

I knocked on the door to Pitch’s house, a modest bungalow on the outskirts of town.  The door opened and smiled as I took in Pitch’s reaction.

“Good god, Skip!”  He looked me up and down, in my gym shorts and t-shirt, both of which clung to the bulges on my body.  “You are way bigger than the last time I saw you, jeezus!  Well c’mon on on big man!”

“Good, to see you too little buddy!”  I beamed down at him as I stepped inside, before turning and swooping him up in a big hug.

“OOF!  Fuck, man, I feel like a tube of toothpaste.”  I released him and set him down, he kept his hands on my arms, no doubt copping a feel.  “I still have a hard time processing you calling me ‘little buddy’.  I’m so used to you being smaller than me for most of our lives.”

I chuckle and tighten my arms at my sides, letting him feel just a taste of the caged power I possess.  “I know, I hardly believe it myself sometimes.  But to me you are quite ‘little’, Pitch.  But you look good!  I can see some more meat on them bones.”

“Thanks, up to 175 lbs.  But geez, you gotta be twice that!”

I throw my head back and laugh, “Haha not quite.  Hopefully someday though!”  

I then flex my cannons in a double biceps pose for Pitch.  His mouth falls open as he takes in my peaks.  They are huge.  My lifting buds back home call me a phenom with the size I pack at just 23 years old.  Pitch starts to drool and I slowly step toward him, holding my flex.  I press my massive chest against his and he looks up into my smirking face.  I drop my arms and lean my head way down and kiss him.  He tastes good.  He wraps his lithe arms around me as far as he can, feeling up the lumps on my back and my big, pert ass muscles.  My goatee scratches against his cheek and he moans.  I lean down, grab his ass and easily lift him up and he wraps his legs around my waist.

“Oh my god, Skip.  You are so hot.  So huge.”

I growl and smile breaking the kiss, “How about you tell Big Skip where your bedroom is, little buddy.”  

His body shudders as I squeeze him tight and bounce my pecs into his chin.  In the bedroom he excitedly strips off my clothes and proceeds to worship all my muscles.  I happily pose and flex for him just like we did back in the dorms my sophomore year…only this time I’m about 75 lbs bigger.  I strip off his clothes as well and enjoy his tight little body.  He’s still maintained his cute abs and killer cum gutters.  He ravages my arms, kissing all around the mass of my biceps and triceps.  He goes wild as I lay on my stomach and he explores the vase expanse of my lats.  I flip over and Pitch almost comes when I flex my quads, one of the strongest features of my already impressive body.  

He coos, “I think you legs are bigger around than my waist, Skip!”

“Well what’s you’re waist measurement, sexy?”

 “30 inches,” he responds and I moan.  His tight waist certainly looks it.

 “MMMM…then you are correct, Pitch.”  

 Pitch can wait no longer and dives for my crotch, pulling down my tenting underwear.

 “HOLY COW, Skip!  Did this thing keep growing too!?”

 I grin with pride, “I think so, it seemed to grow some my last year or two of college.”

 “You are incredible, man.”  

 Skip proceeds to give me an amazing blowjob.  He can't swallow me whole but very few can.  I return the favor by throwing him on the bed and deepthroating his own respectable cock.  We then lay side by side jacking each other until we both blow simultaneously.  I smile with pride as even my load outsizes his by about two times.  I’m a fucking HUGE man in every way and I fucking love it.  

 After I clean up I let Pitch know that more fun will be had this weekend, but for now I need to concentrate on the first phase of my revenge.

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 Before I came back to town I let Pitch know of my plan and he was fully in.  He even agreed to help me coordinate the attack.

 That evening I dressed up in my finest outfit.  Some dark grey trousers that hugged my bulging thighs and ass and a short sleeve black button down shirt.  The top three buttons undone of course, due to my prodigious chest.  I styled my dark hark slightly up and forward and gave myself a wink the mirror before heading out.  

Pitch gave me another whistle and groped my guns and ass as I walked by.  He added the findings of his reconnaissance.  “The target is at Chester’s.”

I thanked my by quickly grabbing his tight waist and using my superior strength to pull him into my torso.  Before he could reach I planted another sloppy kiss on him, feeling his body go limp in my arms.  I tended to have the affect.  I set him down on his couch and walked out the door.

With it being Friday night the place was hopping.  Chester’s is the most well known singles bar in Naperville and it seemed like every one of them was in here.  As I walked in I instantly felt tons of eyes on me.  No doubt I was the best looking, best built man in here.  I walked through the crowd watching them instinctively part for me.  

Back in high school I would’ve gotten lost in a crowd like this, especially at my former height and size.  But ever since I’ve fully grown…man, it’s hard to describe the feeling of owning a crowd without even trying.  Looking around I only saw one, maybe two guys who were taller than me, and they were string beans.  Each of them probably as big around as one of my legs.  In high school I remember walking around looking up to most men.  But since I sprouted just over nine inches in height since high school I now tower over most people.  And I fucking love it. 

Being a six foot five bodybuilder is awesome.

Let me tell you, there are very, VERY few men that can match me.  Some guys are taller yes, but 99% of the time they are skinnier.  Some guys are heavier, but 99% of the time it’s because they are fat.  I’m an alpha male and I fucking love it.  Walking around looking down on the shorter guys who think they are big shit, squaring my shoulders and puffing myself up even bigger, making them feel small and weak, I live for it.  Sure I may be a little conceited, but I feel I’ve earned it, honestly.  And truthfully, I’m not an asshole, unless you are an asshole.  I can get along with anybody.  In fact, back at home my friend group consists of a wide range of guys and girls of all shapes and sized.  I don’t just hang out with other jocks like me.

I make my way to the bar and spot a beautiful woman in a sleek navy blue dress.  I give a gruff look to the fellow on the stool next to her and that’s all it takes to make him scamper away.  Looks like this seat is open for me!

“Good evening, Ms.  How are the drinks tonight.”

The woman huffs, having not looked up from her drink.  “The drinks are weak, like most of the boys in this-”  She turns to look at me and her mouth falls open.  I’m used to this, the shock and awe of my handsome face and my muscles. “-this one horse town,” she says, finishing her statement.  

“Well I’m sorry to hear the drinks are weak, but I can assure you I’m not.” 

“Yes…yes I can see that.  You sure are a big man aren’t you.”

“Most would say that.  Is that ok with you?”

She smiles and stirs her drink.  “It’s more than ok with me, handsome.  I like my men big and strong.”  With that she places her tiny hand on my left thigh.  I look down and note just how little space her tiny hand covers on my monstrous quads.  BINGO!  I look down at her and smirk.

I take in her curvy form.  She’s middle age, perhaps in her early 40s, but is smokin’ hot...for a woman.  Long flowing brown hair, with just a few wrinkles on her face.  Big red luscious lips.  If I were straight she'd have my heart doing flips, even with my stature.  I certainly can’t deny that she is one sexy MILF.  Hey, I’m gay, not dead!  I tense my quad and watch her eyes go big as she feels the hard mass in my slacks.  

“How about I buy you drink, Ms…?”

“Call me Diane.”  

 “Sure thing, Diane.  What are you having?”

 “Pineapple whiskey sour.”

 “Bartender!  The lady will have another.  Make it a double.  She likes ‘em STRONG.”  I bounce my pecs as I say the last part and I see her squirm in her seat.  Oh yeah, she likes the muscles.  Not all women do, some are turned off...but clearly she isn't one of those.

I won’t bore you with the details, but just 45 minutes later I’m following Diane to her house.  The familiarity of neighborhood returning as we navigate down the streets.  Once in her house Diane practically rips off my clothes and I carry her to her bedroom.  We proceeded to fuck like rabbits.  I’m not one of those gay guys who find snatch repulsive, thankfully, so I can fully admit that I enjoyed our time.  Especially since she got off on my body so much.  Even though she’s a woman, I'll be honest I love my body being worshipped and admired.  And to tell you truth, there is something sexy about fucking a petite gorgeous woman.  Diane is just 5’3 so I towered her by over a foot and was probably at least double her in weight.  So having her worship my muscles and dominating her made me feel like a BIG man, something all of us bodybuilders crave.  

She had me lay down and serviced my big dick for 15 straight minutes.  Then she climbed on me and rode me for what felt like an hour...that is once she was able to squeeze herself onto me.  That again made me feel hyper manly.  And she barely weighed anything sitting on top of me.  And that thought only made my cock throb harder and made her scream in pleasure more as I filled her.  Throughout the rest of the evening we performed several positions, many of which were new to her.  Thanks to my endowmen and strength we could get creative.  She loved the fact that I could easily hold her off the ground with my dick impaled in her.  With her praises of my strength and size it was easy for me to stay aroused even though I’m gay at heart.

Finally after multiple orgasms for her and couple from me, we settled down and rested in her bed.  At about 12:30am I heard the living room door slam shut and the TV turn on.  I peeled myself away from Diane’s exhausted, supple body, threw on my shoes and slacks and exited the bedroom shirtless.

In the living there he was, one of my high school bullies, Len Kratzler.  He didn’t look too different, still a decently thick build but the definition he had when I saw him last was gone.  He hair was receding slightly and he had a slight beer gut.  I smiled to myself and I realized how superior I was to him now. He stared at the TV not even acknowledging me as he sipped a Coors.  But I wasn’t going to let that last.

 I feigned and apology “Oh, uh, sorry man.  Your Mom and I were just on date and-”

 “Save it dude, just get out.” There it was, that sniveling attitude he always had.

 “Say, buddy, you look familiar,” I say with a grin.

 “Look man, I told you to get out of my house.”  

He then turned to look at me.  His reaction was priceless as he took in my size, filling the corner of his living room.  I purposely left my shirt off so he could take in my awesome pecs, my deep cuts abs, my broad shoulders bulging like pumpkins.  Len was used to being the big man and winning fights, but he quickly figured out that I wasn’t someone he’d want to tussle with. I guess he has a least a few brain cells remaining.  And then it got even better, once he was finally able to break his gaze away from my chest, he studied my face.  He sensed some familiarity.    

I sauntered over and stood in front of him, towering over his seated body like a Herculean god. “Recognize me, man?  I can tell you see something in me.  I recognize you, tiny.”  I could see him squirm, he’d probably never been called small his entire life.  “You tortured me constantly all through high school, does that help?”  I tensed my body and could see his body shiver in fear.  “You outted me to everyone before I was ready.  You are a pathetic asshole.”

Realization swept over his face.  “Sk…Skip?”

“What’s that, little man?  What was it you used to call me?” I demanded.

 “...um…Scrawny.  Scrawny Skip.”

 “That’s right.  Though I’m not so scrawny NOW AM I”  I growled and flexed my right biceps watching his reaction as my arm ballooned to 23 inches of rock hard muscle.  “Does that look scrawny to you?”

 “No!”  He practically squealed like a little girl.  God, this was awesome.  I would never physically hurt the guy though if I did I would’ve been justified...but I certainly didn't want him to know that.  “What happened to your muscles, Len?  You look like a fat piece of shit!  You are nothing to me!”  I tensed into a most muscular pose and growled over him, he brought his legs up to his chest and hugged them in fear.  

“What…what are you doing here, Skip?  Did you come here to beat me up?”

I relaxed.  “Man, you are a fucking pussy, you think I’d actually hurt you?  I’m better than that.  I’m better than YOU!  I did come for revenge, and I got it.”  I stood up tall and proud and smirked down at him.  “I remember how you were so protective of your mom, how you would beat up anybody that would comment on her.  Guess what, Lenny, I just FUCKED the hell out of your mom.  Seriously little dude, even for a gay guy she was an awesome lay!”

I could see rage boiling up his eyes.  He was angry with me, but what the fuck could he do to me?  Hahahaha this was perfect!

“Oh yeah, Lenny boy, maybe you should call me Daddy!”

“BUT YOU’RE GAY!” He shouted.

“YEP!  But not gay enough I couldn’t pump some queer baby batter into your Mom’s snatch.  She couldn’t get enough of my HUGE COCK.”  I lewdly reached down and cupped my bulge which has inflated slightly from the feeling of power.  His eyes went wide as he gazed at my bulge. “Yeah, it’s big isn’t it.  HUGE, in fact.  Probably the biggest dick your Mom has ever had.  But she loved it.  If you had come home earlier you would’ve heard her screaming in ecstasy.  And all from a gay guy’s cock!”  I could tell Len wanted to hit me, kick me, try anything, but he knew if he did he would be toast.  

 I leaned down to him, “Don’t try anything stupid, Lenny boy.  I’m A LOT bigger and stronger than you.  What did you bench in high school?  275?  That’s cute, I max out at 525 lbs.  And I do kickboxing for cardio, so if you want to try something with me, it’s your funeral.”

In a glorious twist he then started whimpering.  “Just…just get out.  Leave me alone.”  He actually had tears in his eyes!

“You’re gonna cry!  Aww poor little Lenny.  How many kids did you make cry growing up, huh!?” I was now getting angry.  As I shouted he curled further up into a ball.  It was pathetic…and it made feel big.  I mean, I am big…but it made me feel HUGE!  “Maybe now you’ll think twice before attacking people.  Remember, Lenny…”  I brought up both arms and flexed once more,  “…Remember there are ALWAYS bigger fish out there.  BIGGER.  STRONGER.  MORE JACKED FISH…and that paybacks are a bitch.”  

 “Just…just go.  Please,” he sniffled with tears in his eyes.

 I chuckled above him and drove home the dagger, “I sure hope your Mom is on the pill.  Could you imagine if she had my baby!  I’d get to come visit you and your mom all the time!  I'd be your big gay STEP DADDY!  HAHAHA! ”  Of course, I used protection as I fucked Diane but Len didn’t need to know that.  "Take one last look at my awesome body, how much better it is than yours.  You thought you were big in high school, yet look at your now.  My 58" chest makes yours look tiny.  My huge thighs and calves dwarf yours.  And your waist...you've had way to many beers, you chunk!"  I laugh and slap my tanned abs.  "But I guess on some level should thank you, all that torment you gave me in high school, fueled my desire to grow.  And grow I fucking DID!  BOOM!"  I perform one last most muscular and then laugh as I walk out the door, saving the image of his horrified face in my brain.  There’s nothing more straight guys hate them fucking their mom’s.  And the fact that Len’s mom was fucked by a gay dude…all the better.  

My perfect revenge on Len was complete.  Not it was time for phase two.

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Phase two to follow

[Ro20316]

Now he will go fuck hsi friend till the next day with teh adrenaline rush he just had

[studio77]

Wow brilliant story. Can’t wait for the next part.

 

[DennisFLL]

I love muscle stories with size differences - they're so hot.  And just the right amount of tension between the scared former bully and the dominant bodybuilder.  Dredlifter, you're very talented.  Thanks for this story and look forward to the next one.

[MadDog]

Hot story so far, would've been even hotter if he hadn't used protection

[Bear]

There's all the Dredlifter hallmarks of success in a story!  Massive (and hot) size, humiliation, cuckolding, and of course EXCELLENT writing!  Great work!

[dredlifter]

Phase TWO:

The following night, after some more muscle fun with Pitch that afternoon, I get ready for the class reunion.  I don some khaki pants and a navy blue Lacoste polo shirt, size XXL.   I pull on my stylish size 16 thick-soled dress boots to make me appear even taller, upwards of a towering 6’7.  Even with my XXL shirt, the sleeves are cinched around my upper arms just like I like it.  My arms are so large that the sleeves just slightly restrict some circulation, which only makes my arms look even more vascular and imposing.  . Something Pitch notices right away.  He forces me to flex the guns for him before I leave and he gives them a loving grope and a kiss.  Then I pull him into another kiss, on our mouths this time.

 “Go get ‘em stud,” he says as we break the embrace.

The reunion is held in the practice gym of my old high school.  I walk in noting how much smaller everything feels.  How much lower the entrance doorways seem.  Wow, with my hair styled upwards it brushes the top of the doorframes!  Fuck yeah.  I note how the lockers appear smaller and shorter now that I can see on top of them, how much thinner the hallways feel now that my shoulders span nearly half their width.

 I make my way to the practice gym which is filled with tables for socializing and a small stage for speakers and a DJ playing some hits from my time in high school.  It’s crazy just how many songs you forget were big just 5 years ago.  I grab my nametag and my classmate at the welcome table can’t believe it’s me.  Nothing unusual.  I surmise that nobody will know who I am at first, except for Len, whom I haven’t spotted among the crowd yet, even from my lofty vantage point.

I spot the group former jock stars huddled together, laughing and gesturing loudly.  I make my way around a several small groups and reintroduce myself.  I bask in the praise and admiration.  Back in high school I found it so hard to join in conversationg in a group.  But now, with my new facets those groups seem to open up and beg me to join them.   All of my former classmates are astounded by my transformation.  Some of the geekier guys are most excited about it and are the most happy for me.  They seem to be the bravest and happily reach out and feel my arms without asking.  But it's all good, these were good guys so I was happy to bend my arm and allow them to put their small hands on my arm canon.

Several women got into it too, but I could tell they were more intimidated by me, especially the good looking ones.  The former cheerleaders and gymnasts are practically drenching their panties when I speak to them.  I start to wonder if they even remember I was gay, or if I was so invisible in high school they couldn’t recall any details about me.  I am having a blast subtly flirting with them.  I flex my biceps hard every time I lift my glass of punch.  At random points during our conversation I would gesture my arms and makes my pecs bounce.  I saunter around from group to group, purposely undulating my huge glute muscles.  And I haven’t even touched on the fact that due to the silicon cock ring I was wearing, my bulge was more pronounced than usual.

As I flirted my way from person to person I stealthily glanced over to the jock group.  I could see them staring at me, analyzing me.  Whispering to each other, trying to figure who I was.  How could there be this giant muscle stud that they didn’t know?  Maybe they thought I was somebody’s husband.  Nope.  Just the new ultimate stud of the class.  

I kept my eye on them as well as I was still on my mission.  Finally I spotted Berk Callum with the other jocks.  He was late of course, the former Homecoming King probably thought he’d be the big star of the reunion, hah!  On his arm he had a cute, fit, tall blond woman.  Pitch had informed me that she was his wife of two years, Kimber.  I couldn’t deny that Kimber was a good looking woman, just the type of chick you’d expect a football jock to score.  From a distance I also took in Berk.  He still looked pretty good.  It looked like he lost some of his bulky mass from high school, though I could tell he was still fit.  I knew he didn’t play after college so he must not’ve spent as much time in the gym anymore.

I paid special attention to Kimber as Berk introduced her to his former jock bros.  I could tell that he was more than proud of his arm candy, but it looked like that’s how he treated her.  Even from across the room I could tell that she quickly became annoyed with the group of men.  More than likely some sexist, racist and homophobic jokes were being spouted as the big lugs guffawed and drank their beer.  Soon she peeled her arms away from Berk and started to walk away.  He leaned in to kiss her cheek and I could see the look of annoyance on her face as she subtly leaned away as his lips connected.  Bingo!

Now it was time to make my way over.  I smile as approached the jocks, five of them huddled together.  They spot me and open their circle as I approach.  I grin as I realize I outsize all of them easily in mass and height.  The tallest, Billy Portman, greets me warmly while the others looked at me nervously.   They are intimidated…I loved it.

“Hey there, bro!  Billy Portman.  I gotta say man, you are one BIG dude!  I’m going to have to compare my lifting routine with yours!  You got some major pythons there.”  Ha!  Jock stereotypes never fail.  He continues, “So what lady brought you along…Skip, is it?”  He glances at the nametag plastered against my pecs.  “You the boyfriend?  Husband?”

I stand there silently just long enough to make them feel awkward.  I take them all in, former football and basketball players.  I remember Billy being listed as the starting 6’5 center on the basketball team and how now I easily had a couple of inches on him.  The others were still handsome and fit…but so much SMALLER than I remember.  Including Berk!  I now towered over my former tormentor by several inches.  The biggest guy in the group, the former center on our football team, still had some decent bulk.  I’d guess he was 6’1 and 250 but looked like he indulged often in beer and burgers as his gut and his face were rounder than I remember.  I went around the small circle and looked each one of them in the eyes…DOWN into their eyes with my piercing gaze, before I addressed them.

“Billy!  Dude, you don’t remember me?  I’m not here with anyone.  It’s me, Skip!”  Billy nervously looks at me and others, who all convey theyir own confusion.  “Oh! I suppose I forgot.  I guess I look a little different now.  What was the name you used to call me?  Oh yeah…Scrawny Skip!”  I let the bombshell settle in over the group.  Some of the guys catch on quicker.  I turn and look directly at Berk.  “Surely you remember, Berk!  I believe you coined that nickname…right after you outted me as gay our freshman year.”

Berk’s look was priceless.  Total deer in headlights.  It took all I had not to bust out laughing.  He and the other guys fidgeted awkwardly in my presence.  I could see the nervousness…and fear, in their eyes.  I was the predator and they knew they were my prey.

I kept my smirking gaze on Berk and he finally responds.  “Um…erm…yeah good to see you again Skip.”

I puff up my chest and place my hands on my hips and flare my lats, “Don’t you mean ‘Scrawny Skip’”, Berky Boy?”  

His eyes go wide at his newly christened nickname.  God, this was fun.

“Um, Hey man, I’m going to go grab a drink and we can catch up more later.”

Oh my god!  Big bad Berk was totally scampering away with his tail between his legs.  This was too perfect.  I relish the sense of power.  “He must be thirsty.” I joke and turned back to the other guys.

Billy was the only one to speak again, “Wow, man you really changed after high school, didn’t you!  I’ve never seen anyone have a growth spurt like you did.”  

I smile at Billy.  Truthfully I didn’t have anything against him.  While he never joined in with Berk’s shenanigans against me he never defended me either, though practically nobody did.  And I never saw him bully anyone else so he was OK in my book.  The other three goons in the group, though, fully went with Berk and as Billy and I chatted they too slinked away.  Pussies.  As I watch the former jock studs run away from the new alpha giant I wonde where the heck Len is?  Had I scared him away too?  The thought filled me with powerful confidence.

Billy blabbered on, “You were like 5’6?  5’7, in high school?  And you really packed on the muscles, you must do powerlifting or bodybuilding or something.  Your arms are like Arnold’s, shit dude!”

“Bigger than Arnold’s were, actually.  And yeah I bodybuild.”  Billy whistles and shakes his head as he openly takes in the rest of my physique.  I enjoy his praise.  “And yeah I was about 5’8 at graduation.  Six five now.”

“Wow, no shit!  That’s as tall as me, man!  Insane.”

I smirk, “Actually, it kinda looks like I’m taller than you, buddy!  You must’ve been over-inflating your listed basketball height…or maybe you shrank in college!  HAHA!”  I laugh and step right up to Billy.  He sucks in his breath as it becomes clear I am taller than him, maybe even by 2-3 inches due to my thick shoes.  I chuckle as it sets in that he clearly is not the tallest man at the reunion, his status taking a hit from the new height king here.

“But you look good Billy, it was good talking to you, buddy!”  I slap him on the back and he lurches forward, catching his balance before falling over.  Man, basketball players sure are skinny, I hardly put any effort into that swing!  “Woah, sorry man.  Sometimes a BIG TALL man like me doesn’t known his own strength.”

I move away from Billy and spot Berk near the refreshments…along with Len!  Well look who decided to show up.  I could see Len talking frantically with Berk.  I turn myself so I wasn’t facing them but watching them out the side of my eyes.  I assume that Len is telling Berk about my conquest of his mother last night and that he should probably watch out.

Len is right.  Berk SHOULD watch out.

“Hello.”

Slightly started, I turn and look down to my left and see a good looking woman smiling up at me.  Kimber.  Oh this was just happening too perfectly.  She was removing one of the steps of my plan.  

“Hi there, I’m Skip, one of the classmates.”

“I’m Kimber.  I came with Berk Callum.”  I note that she said ‘came with’ and not ‘I’m married to.’  I glance at her finger and her wedding ring was nowhere to be found.  Come to papa!

I lay on my patented charm, “That makes sense, I surely would’ve recognized someone as beautiful as you.”  She looks down and smiles, clearly flustered.  “So how are things with Berk?  He was quite the stud in high school.”

“Oh…Ok.  Well if I’m being honest things have been better, but I suppose that's marriage.  And trust me, I’ve heard his stories.  The next time he tells me the story of how he made the game winning interception against Southeast High I may puke.”  I laugh.  “You must’ve been on the football team too, were you close with Berk?”

“No, actually, I wasn’t on any sports teams.”  She looks at me surprised.  “I know, most people assume that due to my size.  I’m very big.”

She grins and places her tiny hand on my rippling forearm.  Forearms that are bigger than most mens’ biceps.  “Yes…yes you certainly are.”

“Do you like big men?”

She grins seductively up at me.  I look over her long, lithe feminine form.  She is fairly tall at 5’9 or 5’10, probably a former volleyball player in high school.  “The bigger the better,” she coos.

“Berk is a pretty big guy.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, he was.  Enough about Berk, I don’t know how much that relationship is going to last, if I’m being honest.  I’m looking for an upgrade.”  She then looks around to make sure no one can see her hands before reaching down and squeezing my crotch.  Damn, this girl wanted the D and she wanted it bad!  She gasps as she feels my member.   “Oh my god if that isn’t and UPGRADE I don’t know what is.  Care to get out of here?”

We make our way to the hallway.  As I round the corner I quickly glance over and spot Berk looking my way.  I smile as I lead Kimber down the hallway to the boys locker room.   Once inside Kimber actually leaps up into my arms.  Of course I catch her, I’m fucking strong after all.  She wraps her legs around my tight waist and practically sucks the tongue out of my mouth.  I carry her around a bit as we make out, checking myself out in the wall mirror, admiring how HUGE I look with her in my arms.

“GET OFF MY WIFE, ASSHOLE.”

I smile as I heard the words.  Right on time.  I gently let Kimber down and turn to see a steaming Berk.  He rushed at me and swings his arm toward my face.  Using my lightning quick reactions, oh yeah I’m fast as hell for such a thickly muscled guy, I caught his arm midair, stopping him.

“Calm down, little man.”  Berk seethes even more.  With his arm in my grip he swings his leg up and kicks my thigh.   “Heh!  Berk, buddy, I barely felt that little baby kick.  You can’t hurt me, I’m too BIG AND STRONG.  So you better calm down before you hurt yourself.”  

Berk goes into a rage, writhing and screaming in my grip, like a toddler.  Even Kimber look surprised.  I let him thrash around a bit hoping he’ll calm down but I grow impatient at his tantrum.  I whip around behind him and wrap my arm around his neck and bend him over, putting him in a headlock.  

“Since you won’t calm down I will calm you down.”  I flex my huge biceps against his neck, restricting his airway.  “That’s it, feel my massive muscular arms choke you down, pipsqueak.”  Kimber looks at me worried and afraid.  “Don’t worry, Kimber.  I’ve done this before, he’ll be fine.”  Berk's little hands beat against my arms but it is  useless and eventually he slumps down into a slumber.

I gently lay him down then walk over to the equipment cage and grab a jumprope.  I pulled over a folding chair, set Berk in it and using the jumprope, bind him to the chair with his hands behind his back.  Kimber retrieves a small cup of water from the bathroom and I throw it in his face.  Berk jumps awake instantly, collected his bearings and thrashes around realizing his situation.

“What the fuck, man!  Untie me you creep!”  

“Berky Boy, as soon as you calm down I’ll untie you.  Kimber and I were just having a little fun.”  I then reach over and pull Kimber against me, again kissing her in front of Berk, who rages.  “Your wife told me she likes BIG men.  They don’t come much BIGGER than me, don’t you think, Berk?  You wouldn’t want to deny your wife a chance to have some fun with a huge, tall, bodybuilder would you?”

Kimber moans into my arms, getting weirdly into the scene.  She then speaks up.

“C’mon baby.  We’ve done this before anyways.  Why don’t you calm down and we can all three have some fun.”  I hear a record scratch in my mind…I look at Kimber, shocked.  They’d done this before?  A threesome with another guy?  Kimber smiles as she notes the look on my face.  “Oh yeah, Berk has this kink.  He likes to watch me fuck bigger guys.  I forget the term he uses.”

“OH MY GOD!”  I shouted and laughed.  “BERK IS A CUCK!” 

“That’s it!” she giggled.

“Well, that is interesting…and perfect.”  

I look at Berk in his chair and saunter over, towering above him.  His face is red with embarrassment and shame.  I reach down and untuck my polo, and slowly pull it up and over my torso.  It takes some effort because it’s so freaking tight.  Berk gasps as my torso is reveals.  Kimber squeals and rushes over, using her tiny hands to feel up my tremendous body.

“Oh my god, Berk.  Look at him, he’s so HUGE!  His chest is so much bigger than yours and his abs are so hot!”

“Don’t forget about my arms, Kimber.”  I bring them up and flex.

 “SQUEEE!  OH!  They are so huge, my tiny hands can’t dent them at all!”  

 I pick her up again, this time by her tight butt.  We make out as her hands ravage my muscles.  I can feel myself getting a boner enjoying the worship and domination of my former tormenter.  Kimber pushes away and I set her down.  She then turns and sits on Berk’s lap and kisses him.  He reluctantly kisses back.  She giggles, “Oh I can feel in your pants that you are liking the scene!”  

I boom out in laughter.  Berk pulls away and pleads, “Please Kimber…not with him.  Anyone but him.”  Kimber probably thinks that Berk is playing along, though I know the truth.  He doesn’t want me, a ‘faggot’ in his own words, to own him or his wife in any way.

TOO. FUCKING. BAD.

Kimber smiles and gropes Berk’s crotch.  He sucks in air and tries to fight his arousal but fails.  I remove my shoes and undo my belt and step over next to them both.  Kimber turns and pulls down my pants and I step out of them, leaving me BULGING out of some stylish square cut briefs.

“Oh WOW!” Kimber moans as one small hand gropes my own bulge, the other still working on Berk’s.  “Oh Berk, he’s already soooo much bigger than you down there too!”  

I play along.  “You like that Kimber?  You like big guys, huh.  Big all over?”

“Oh yeah!  Tall, muscular, hung, I want it all!  I’m a tall girl myself so I like ‘em BIG.”

I chuckle and see the scale and stadiometer against the locker room wall just a few feet away.  I look directly at Berk.  “And how big is Berk here?”

Berk glares at me and remains quiet.  Kimber massages his boner through his pants and kisses him sensually.  “Tell him, baby.  Tell him your stats.”

“Five…five foot eleven and 196 lbs.”  

I chuckle, “Weren’t you like 215 in high school?  You’ve shrunk, little man!  Let’s see how big I AM.  Kimber, wanna help?”

She squeals in excitement and gets off Berk.  I use my strength to turn Berk toward the wall and step onto the scale and stadiometer.  With me facing away, Kimber takes a moment to cup and feel my huge glute muscles, which I happily tighten for her, leaving her giggling and moaning some more.  She adjusts the height stick until it rests against my crown.

She screams, “You’re six foot SIX!  Oh my gosh you are so tall!” 

I turn and look at Berk, stepping over and stradling him with my LONG, THICK, legs.  “Check that out, runt.  I’ve got over HALF A FOOT on you!  Here I thought I was ONLY six five, turns out I had another inch in me!  HAHAHA!  Fuck yes!  You used to tease me for being short and scrawny in high school, now I DWARF YOU!  No wonder you looked so fucking shrimpy at the banquet!”  Berk looks up at me, past my huge pecs, in shock and awe.  I was so much different than he remembered, when he used to be three inches taller than me.  “Now let’s check my weight.”

I step back on the scale and Kimber adjusts the sliding weight.  Past the 200…past the 250…she moans as it passes the 300 mark!  She then moves to the smaller weight…until she balances the scale.

“You’re 311 lbs!”  

I step off the scale beaming and turn to face Berk and Kimber.  I growl and launch into my posing routine.  Kimber feels every muscle as I flex, cooing in delight.  She gropes my bulge feeling it grow as well.  Berk looks on, grumpy and annoyed, but I can still see the bulge in his own trousers, betraying his own arousal as his wife fools around with the sexiest man he’s ever seen…even if that man is a faggot.

 Kimber kisses down my abs and gets down on her knees.  She slowly pulls down my briefs revealing my massive schlong.  She moans and stares at if for a few seconds.  Her dainty hands grab it and it makes me feel bigger than ever.  Compared to my own monster hands grabbing my dick, her small hands make it look even BIGGER!  She kisses my cut tip and begins to lick all around the head while pumping the long shaft.  Her other hand reaches under and cups my egg-sized balls.  One at a time of course since that is all that can fit in her hand.  She proceeds to give me a fairly good blowjob.  I’ve had better from the few dudes who can deepthroat me but I can’t deny I’m rock hard and seeing stars.  She's talented!

I look at Berk and address him, “Oh fuck, dude.  Your wife’s mouth feels great on my huge cock.  Look at her, worshiping it.  Its size and thickness…  I’m going to love fucking her tight pussy with it!”

Berk growls, “ENOUGH!  YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT.  I’M SORRY, OK!”  

Kimber pulls herself off me and turns around smiles at Berk.  “Tell you what honey, if you aren’t into this we’ll stop.”  She then reaches down and feels his crotch.  “Oop!  I can still feel a boner down there, looks like you really do like it you CUCK!”  She fondles his crotch and he throws his head back and moans.  Kimber then unzips him and fishes his dick out and it springs up.  

I laugh. “THAT’S IT?  HAHA I expected more from you, Berky Boy.”  It wasn’t small, but no better than average.  “With all the big dick energy you had in high school you certainly aren’t backing up that energy in real life!”  I jack my own huge dick as Kimber jerks his.  “Kimber, we forgot one important stat.”  I grab a tape measure off the desk by the stadiometer and hand it to her.  She giggles and measures her beau.

“Five and three quarters,” she says.  I then step over and direct her to measure me.  She places the tape against my pubes and runs it over the top.  “WOW!  Just a sliver over NINE inches!”

My cock pulses as she reveals the numbers as I swell with pride.  “Check that out, Berky Boy.  I’ve got SEVEN inches of height on you, over ONE HUNDRED pounds of muscle, and over THREE inches of COCK!”  Kimber grinds herself against me, kissing me and fondling my cock.  “And now I’m going to FUCK your wife with this battering ram!”

Berk now looks scared as he whimpers.  He’s clearly fighting his humiliation and arousal…or perhaps embracing them.  Whatever it is I don’t fucking care.  Kimber bends over on one of the locker benches and I fish out a rubber from my pants pocket.  I look at Berk with his cock sticking up out of his pants he looks at me with fire in his eyes.  Rage and lust colliding in his head.

I smirk, “I’ve got on more idea!”  I walk over to the desk, my big cock bobbing as I go.  I grab the tape measure and a magic marker.  I laugh when I finish and walk back to Kimber who is eagerly presenting herself to me.  I beam at Berk and Kimber looking over her shoulder to me.  “See this black mark on my cock, Berky Boy?  The one that stops WAY short of my pubes?  That’s where my cock would stop if I had your pathetic little cuck dick.”  Berk whimpers.  He now has a visual of just how much BIGGER I am then him.  “At first I’m only going to fuck your wife with your inferior length.”  

I slide the rubber on and slowly impale myself into Kimber.  She screams as my head pops in.  “EASY!  CAREFUL BIG MAN!” she says.

“Sorry, Kimber.  HAHA.  Oh yeah, I forgot I’m A LOT thicker than you too, Berk.  Gotta let your wife stretch out for a MAN-SIZED cock.”  I slowly slide in…just to the black mark under the rubber, then retreat.  Kimber is moaning in pleasure, I can see her tight body shudder and tremble as I slowly fuck her.  “Feel good, Kimber?”

“Oh yeah, BIG MAN.  You are so big, stretching my pussy out so much.”

“Ok, well now that you've felt Berk's length, how about I introduce you to the rest of my cock!”  I slowly push past the black mark.

Kimber immediately reacts to the invasion.  I go slow, I don’t want to hurt her…maybe just slightly ruin her for Berk.  I smile wickedly to myself and look over at Berk.  He has a glassy look in his eyes as he looks at my huge dick sliding into his wife.

“JUUUUST A BIT MORE...” I groan, my muscles now have a nice sheen of sweat, making me glow with power.  Berk looks at me and I bounce my pecs as I finally feel my balls against her legs.  To add to the show I flex one 23-inch arm and wink at him.  “FUCK KIMBER, you’re tight!  HAHA BERK, I must be in virgin territory with her!”

She moans and responds, “UGHHHHH you are, Skip!  No one has ever fucked me so deep!  And you're so thick, UGHHH!  You like that Berk?  See how his huge cock and his huge body is fucking me like you can't!”  I fuck with all my nine inches until she groans, shudders and shakes, orgasming.  

I’m not done though.  Once she’s finished I fuck her again, this time picking her up so Berk see my power and strength.  After a few minutes of circling and teasing Berk I feel the end coming.  Feeling the pump in my arms from holding her up, along with her tightness massaging my thickness and Berk’s total humiliation finally sets me off and I explode with deep masculine roar.  I pump so much batter into her I hope that the rubber has survived…  Or do I, I wickedly think.  I lift Kimber off me and rest her on a bench.  The rubber survives but is overstuffed with white jizz.  I look down at Berk and laugh.  His head is back his chest is heaving from breathing heavily.  He’s blown his own load watching us!

 “HAHA BERK!  You just blew hands free from watching a huge gay muscle stud own your wife!”

 Kimber quietly asks, surprised, “Wait, you’re gay?”   

I peel off the condom, tie it and set it on Berk's spent lap, letting him feel the weight of the it’s contents.  Like the other comparisons I have obviously unloaded a lot more jizz than him with my bigger nuts.  He looks at me in disgust and I pat him on cheek.

 I get dressed and walk toward the door before looking back at Berk and his still recovering wife.

 “Not bad for a faggot, eh Berky Boy?”

[Jsmith230]

Incredibly well done!! I felt like I was there watching it all — always love your little details that make the story so much richer.  Making Berk a cuck is literally perfect!
 

Not often into revenue-type stories, but I have to say this was very satisfying. Glad to see Berk and Len get the revenge they earned! 

Thank you for doing this & well done!!

[WrestlejockCT]

That. Was. AWESOME!  Any chance of continuing the Tales of Skip? You have the revenge and domination scenes down so good, it would be a shame to not continue this out a few more chapters! Well done, as usual, Dredlifter!

[Austinevenson42]

Guess we were on the same wave length of a post-high school transformation! I went the love route, while you focused more on the revenge and power that muscles can provide. Overall, it worked well with a lot of sexy description!