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Todd Goes Under (Part 4 Updated 3/21/21)


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The hot parts are coming soon after this, promise : P

 

Part 2

Todd remarked on his reflection in the mirror this morning, filling the negative space just a little more than it had three weeks ago.  He smiled and flexed his lean bicep in defiance of gravity.  While he was only up five pounds, his whole figure looked healthier, fitter.  His muscle groups were starting to define themselves from one another.  His shoulders were ridding themselves of their ghastly slouch.  His waist was becoming tight and lean, framed by the earnest beginnings of a V-taper.  His acne had faded away and his eyes looked brighter.

Todd used to avoid looking in mirrors.  At their worst they signaled the slow degradation of his body, and at their best they served as the hard water laden canvases for every shirtless grindr torso.  But looking at himself now, the mirror had transformed into a suspenseful barometer of his progress.  Every day his body had more definition and purpose.  And while he was a far cry from the roided out muscle jocks he now worked out alongside, Todd was happy with how far he had come.  He just hoped he could maintain this figure, unlike all the previous times he had let it slip away.

Todd hopped back into bed, the light of dawn slowly intensifying into daylight.  Pulling out his lube as the computer loaded videos of jacked guys pumping up their huge arms in the gym, Todd felt his tumescence rise.  He looked down at his skinny, well defined abs and watched his small cock push up against them.   Masturbation had become much more pleasurable recently.  Todd didn’t question this much.  He figured it was all part of the changes he had been undergoing lately.

The pleasure in his dick rose perilously until he felt his balls tighten in preparation of his impending orgasm.  Despite having the whole internet at his disposal, Kevin kept finding his way back into Todd’s sexual fantasies the closer he got to release.  He had given up suppressing the image of Kevin, shirtless, flexing in a double bicep pose with Todd worshiping at his feet.  Normally he would waste his load without a second thought, but recently something told him to hold it in.  He held on edge for several minutes until his alarm went off.  Fuck.  He cursed his weak will that allowed him to masturbate long enough to be late to work.

--

Todd’s new job was, in a phrase, boring him to death.  Now that he had established his place in the social hierarchy (a nerd amongst nerds) and memorized the endless lists of inane safety protocols, most of his daily tasks made him feel more like an assembly line worker than a biologist.  Did he really need four years of college to follow wrote protocols?  Pipettes and centrifuge tubes became his ball and chain as he waited patiently to move up the corporate ladder to more intellectual work.  Most of this mentally vacuous time was spent texting Vanessa or planning for a future where he actually had enough money to do anything fun with his life.

Given his humdrum day job, Todd found himself looking forward to the gym every morning.  That, at least, was a challenge.  Somewhere that he could strive to make measurable progress.  He liked the way his body was changing, and even more he liked spending that time with Stockholm syndrome captor, Kevin.

If Kevin had any indication that Todd was fawning over him, he didn’t let on.  Maybe these insane, grueling workouts were Todd’s punishment.  He knew from Kevin’s workout buddies that he was being trained far harder than any of Kevin’s other clients, although he had no idea why.  He complained at almost every session that he wasn’t training to become an Olympic level athlete.

“This is what you hired me for,” Kevin would respond.  “No excuses.”  In spite of Todd’s protests Kevin just kept increasing the intensity of his workouts, and eventually Todd just accepted this rigorous routine as normal.  Todd also noticed that any of Kevin’s initial patience and understanding had waned in favor of a ruthless, aggressive coaching strategy.  The first time he vomited, Kevin just patted him on the back and handed him the next set of weights.  “That’s just the weakness leaving your body, dude.  Time for some curls.”

Vanessa had initially been impressed by Todd’s perseverance and the gains it inspired, but as time went on she frequently questioned why he kept putting himself through this torture.  “I know Kevin’s hot and everything, Todd, but Jesus, this sounds like Hell.  Is this even legal?”

“I just want to see how long I can last,” Todd would always respond.  “Plus, it doesn’t hurt my chances with guys,” he would smirk.  But he knew, deeper down, that he didn’t have the courage to keep working out on his own.  And somewhere in the last month, the thought of his body softening to its former state had grown to repulse him far more than the pain he was made to endure every morning.

At the end of his fourth week of training, Kevin had already increased his sessions to six days a week.  Todd didn’t even think to protest against losing precious weekend time.  He could already imagine Kevin responding, “You’re not gonna make any gains without sacrifice, dude.”  Today he was finishing with an incline bench press, and his whole body felt like it was on fire trying to keep up with Kevin’s demands.  He got about half way up his last rep before he couldn’t move the weight any further.  It stayed there, suspended, for what felt like minutes as Todd refused to give up.

Then Kevin said softly, “Lift if for me, Todd.”

His chest was screaming with pain and his arms felt like lead, but he kept pushing.  His whole body shook from the effort, sweat pouring down his face, but slowly the barbell lifted up and up until he was able to rack the weight.

“Good job, bud.  That’s the kind of effort I like to see.”  Todd just laid on the bench, exasperated.  He was sure that he shouldn’t have been able to push out that last rep, but after Todd’s instruction it was almost like he didn’t have a choice.  Todd just laid on the bench trying to catch his breath and ignore the aftershock of pain coursing through his upper body.

Kevin leaned over, his smiling face upside-down in Todd’s vision.  “I think you’ve earned another massage.  You’ll come to my place at 7.”

Todd sighed heavily so he could respond, “I don’t think I can afford a massage every week, but thanks.  Can’t I just do some stretches on my own?”

Kevin’s smile faded into a stern expression.  “That wasn’t an option, bud.  It’s an important part of the training program.  If you really can’t afford it, then you should be spending less money on video games and porn.”

Todd just stared at him, too tired to explain that no one paid for porn.

“I’m giving you an order, Todd.  I’ll see you at 7.”

As Todd reflected on how powerless he was to resist literally any of Kevin’s “orders”, a burly powerlifter looming over the bench gently coerced him into vacating his spot.

--

The heat was sweltering in the calm of dusk.  Todd was sweating even though he had driven here in a tank top.  He suppressed his elation when Kevin answered the door without a shirt on, his perfectly tanned body complimented by the fading light. 

Kevin gave a brief, “Hey there, bud,” and motioned for Todd to come in, his full, rounded pecs bouncing involuntarily with the motion.  Without his bro tank on, Todd admired the way his tight waist suddenly expanded into the broadness of his giant back.  The only hair on his torso was a very fine layer on his chest and a clearly defined happy trail.

By the time Todd had reached the massage table his erection was almost painful. He felt like a thirteen year old riding a rickety old school bus: he had absolutely no control and it came at the most embarrassing time imaginable.  If anything, his penchant for getting hard around Kevin was getting worse instead of better as they grew to know each other.  He quickly removed his shirt and shorts and laid face down to hide his aching boner.

Kevin either didn’t notice or didn’t care.  He started the massage in the exact same manner as their last session.  He guided Todd through breathing exercises to help him clear his mind and relax, assured Todd he could trust him, and led Todd down that same dark flight of stairs into the dreamless abyss.

When Todd came back to reality, he heard the snap of Kevin’s fingers.  His whole body felt relaxed and his soreness had improved, except that his jaw felt a bit cramped.  Maybe he had been grinding his teeth while he slept?  He got up and stretched, looking at how his body in the mirror compared to Kevin’s.  Todd felt like he was looking at a Captain America before-and-after transformation photo.

Kevin called him over to the kitchen.  “Todd, I want to take progress pics of you to post on my Instagram for when you become a beast.  It’ll be good for business.”

Todd blushed.  “Are you sure?  I’m not going to get that big.  I just want to put on another 20 to 30 pounds.”

“I’m sure, Todd.  Don’t ever doubt me.” Kevin said almost sternly.  He placed Todd in the proper lighting and directed him on how to pose, sometimes demonstrating with his own massive body.  “You’re already showing great progress, and it’s only been four weeks.  What do you weigh now?”  Kevin asked.

“165.  Or I did last week, anyways.” Todd responded.

“Hold on,” Kevin said as he went to grab a scale.  Pushing Todd onto the cold metal plate, he read aloud, “Well well, looks like you’re up to 169.  But you still have a long ways to go if you want to gain 20 to 30 pounds.  These beginner gains won’t last forever.” Kevin warned. 

169.  The twelve year old in Todd laughed but the adult in him was impressed at his own progress. He went to put his clothes back on when he heard a blender going off in the kitchen.  By the time he was dressed and turned around, Kevin’s hulking body was behind him with a glass cup full of white liquid.  “Here, drink this.  It’s a protein shake.  If you’re gonna make big gains we’ll have to start changing your diet.”

“What’s in this? I…” Kevin just lifted the tall glass to his lips and Todd started chugging.  It tasted like a piece of chalk had been ground up and dumped into milk, but he knew Kevin wanted him to finish the whole cup.  “Good job, bud,” Kevin patted him on the shoulder.  “I’ll send you a meal plan tonight or tomorrow.”

“Thanks, I…”

Kevin handed Todd a tub of protein and shoved him out the door onto the fluorescent-lit concrete of his quotidian neighborhood.

--

Todd jacked off furiously the moment he got home.  He thought about Kevin’s beefy 210 pound jock body flexing with the slightest motion, his calloused hands rubbing across his body, the confidence with which he gave guidance and instruction.

Todd was rapidly approaching climax when his hand stopped against his will.  No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t push himself over the edge.  After half an hour of fruitless attempts, he got frustrated and gave up. 

As he showered and got ready for bed, his reflection stared back at him.  He looked at his pale skin, painted with dark freckles and now taut over his growing pecs.  Kevin was right.  He was getting bigger, but he had a long way to go before he reached his goals.  Fuck, he needed to capitalize on these beginner gains as much as he could.

Todd walked to his kitchen and made another protein shake, chugging it down eagerly.

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Part 3

 

Todd stretched his arms over his head, his toes digging into the sand at Black’s beach.  The lukewarm, briny water crested in tiny waves across his feet as the first rays of sunlight broke through the morning fog.  Three months ago he wouldn’t have been caught dead at the nude beach.  But now, with the gentle sunlight reflecting across his new muscular body, he relished in the opportunity.

He dove into the water, swimming a short distance before turning over to float weightlessly in the swell of forming waves.  A smile spread across his lips: he loved feeling the jagged terrain of his sturdy abs leading up to his proud chest.  His erection mounted against his naked torso in response.  The longer he had refrained from release the more sensitive his dick became, and public hard ons like this one were now commonplace.  He had given up questioning why it was impossible for him to cum anymore.  Now he just enjoyed the increased sensitivity it afforded him.  His balls would shoot semi-organismic jolts of pleasure up his dick every time he as much as grazed them.

When he left the water and started to dry off, he became aware of the few other gays on the beach staring at his 190 plus pounds of meat and modest erection.  He stretched into a double bicep pose and tugged at his balls before putting his clothes back on.  What was the point of a nude beach if not to show off, after all?

--

Todd met Kevin later that morning for their weekend workout routine.  His newfound confidence around smaller guys floundered in the face of Kevin’s perfect visage and commanding personality.  For one, Kevin still had at least 20 pounds of mass on Todd and was more beautiful than any person reasonably had the right to be.  But two, Kevin always pushed Todd beyond his limits to expose the profound weakness in his growing body.  Every workout still ended with him barely able to move, pathetic and limp on the gym floor.  His muscles ached for hours afterwards.

Fortunately, Kevin’s massage sessions had graduated to a weekly occurrence.  Some part of Todd’s mind understood that his deep slumber during sessions was irregular, but just like his inability to cum he had slowly adjusted to the normality of this routine.  Besides, he was starting to crave the relief Kevin’s massages provided to his sore body and the better pump he would obtain the next day. 

After the massage, Kevin was taking Todd’s progress pic when he asked, “How much weight have you put on, bud?”

 “I’m up to 192,” Todd said proudly, puffing out his chest.

“So, you’ve finally reached your goal, huh? You’re over 30 pounds from where you started.”  Kevin responded.

“Hell no!”  Todd replied.  “I’ve gotta keep growing!  No way I’m gonna stop here, dude!”  Todd flexed his bicep and watched the new, peaked bicep squeeze into a hard ball.  “Look at these.  They’re just begging to grow!”

Kevin smiled knowingly.  “I think you’re ready, bud.”

“Ready for what?”

“Turn around.  Look at your body in the mirror.”

Todd reflexively followed Kevin’s order.  His new physique was looking pumped even in the dim lighting of Kevin’s living room.  He wasn’t just big.  He looked like a muscle-bound frat jock who had been working out for years.  Every one of his muscles was hard, full, symmetrical, and ripped.  His wide back create the perfect frame to hold his heavy pecs and bulging arms and shoulders.  His shorts were tight around his cut quads and loose around his waist. 

“Good.  Now flex for me, bud.”  Kevin said.

Todd started with double biceps.  His forearms were thick and powerful, leading into deep and heavy triceps that gave his arms a seasoned, mature look.  They may not have been the biggest arms he’d ever seen, but proportionally they were right where he wanted them to be.  He knew other guys at the gym that would kill for his natural bicep peak.

“Show me your back,” Kevin said.  Todd turned and flawlessly performed a lat spread.  His minuscule waist expanded rapidly at the lats jutting out from his sides.  He moved back into double biceps, his arms showing deep cuts and striations.  His glutes stretched the fabric of his shorts taut and led down to the diamond-shaped ledge of his calves.

“Now let me see those wheels,” Kevin said.  He turned around, shaking his muscle like he had seen bodybuilders do before flexing them.  His ripped quads pushed his shorts to their limit, abruptly tapering down at his knees only to explode outwards again at his huge calves.

“Very good.  But you’re still nothing compared to me, boy,” Kevin said, stepping up behind him.  His silhouette loomed heavily behind Todd’s, bigger and better in every dimension.  “But I know you’ll keep growing for me.  You’re a good boy, after all.”

“I…I…”

“You can say it, boy.”

“I’m a good boy, Master.”

Kevin smiled.  “I know.  Now take off your shorts and head over to my bed, Todd.”

Todd did as he was told.  He instinctively knew to get on all fours and expose his hole.

“Have you been able to cum in the last three months?”

“Not since July, Master.”

“Good boy.  Do you know why?”

Todd shook his head “no”.

“It’s one of the commands I’ve given you while you were under.  You can’t cum unless I’m inside you.”

Todd reflected silently.  His average-sized dick was rock hard and leaking profusely.

 “I’ve been preparing you for this day, Todd.  It was clear from our first session that you were eager to please me.  Even before I started to put you under, you never disobeyed one of my commands.  And now that your mind and body have been altered to please me, I think you are finally able to handle what I have in store for you.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Good boy.”

Kevin deftly laid his body over Todd’s, putting one strong arm around his chest and using the other to wrap Todd’s neck with his bicep.  Kevin bit Todd’s ear as his heavy dick slid across Todd’s hole lubricated by his own precum.  Todd was breathless with anticipation, and his dick throbbed painfully aching for release.  He desperately desired to cum, but he knew that Kevin needed to penetrate him first.  He spread his tight cheeks and arched his back to accept Kevin’s gift.

Kevin slipped inside of Todd easily, and Todd guessed this was not the first time Kevin had used him.  His dick pulsed furiously as Kevin steadily pounded his prostate.  “Look at what I’ve made you into, boy.  You never could have handled a pounding like this when we met.  Aren’t you glad I’ve changed your body to serve me?”

“Yes, Master,” Todd answered.  Truthfully, he struggled to comprehend how much had changed in the last five minutes.  So many confusing pieces over the last few months – his compounding desire to grow huge, his complete inability to cum, his profound desire for his Master – were suddenly becoming clear in the light of his Master’s will.

Todd had nothing to question any longer.  He was just happy to follow orders.

He guessed that an hour had passed by the time Kevin said, “Get ready, boy.  I’m about to cum.  And when I do, you can cum too.”

Todd’s whole body tightened as waves of pleasure cascaded outwards from his dick.  He had never refrained from cumming for even a week before Kevin; now, after three months of chastity, his orgasm was blinding.  He had barely returned to reality when Kevin removed his wet dick from Todd and stood up before him.  Even in his post-orgasmic haze, Todd felt his chest clench and his dick harden in admiration of the deity before him.  Kevin took some of the cum that had sprayed over his chest and licked it off his fingers.

“We’re gonna have to clean you up, boy.  Get in the shower.” Kevin said.

--

After Todd had dutifully cleaned his Master’s body followed by his own, he went back to the living room to put on his clothes and return home.

Kevin grabbed his hand.  “No, you’ll be staying here from now on.  And you don’t wear clothes when you’re here, understand?”

Todd nodded “yes”.

“Good.  There’s some dishes in the sink to wash, and after that you’ll clean the floors.”  Kevin turned on the television while Todd walked naked to the kitchen.

Todd attempted to question his new state of affairs as he filled the sink with soapy water, but he encountered some difficulty.  For one, his thoughts became cloudy every time he considered disobeying Kevin.  And as he looked down at what his body had become, he couldn’t help but ask himself: Isn’t this what he had always wanted?  His pecs bounced as if to say “yes”.  He flexed his thick bicep, full of power.  What in the entire world could compare to this feeling? 

Todd’s dick started to rise again as he thought about growing his body for his Master.  It was only natural, after all.  He was a good boy, and good boys followed orders.

Once he had cleaned the floors, he eagerly kneeled at his Master’s side to await his next command.  “You’ll be my footrest, now.” Kevin said, snapping his fingers.  Todd complied, baring his broad back as Todd rested his feet upon him.

Todd had to suppress a moan as he leaked steadily.  He imagined his continued exponential growth at the hands of his Master: outgrowing his clothes, intimidating smaller men, developing the bodybuilder waddle.  If it wasn’t for Kevin’s command, Todd would have cum right then and there.

He was such a lucky boy.

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Part 4

Todd’s head hit the table with a thud.  Kevin kept eating his breakfast, using his other hand to push Todd farther down on his dick.  Most mornings were spent like this as Kevin’s live-in house boy.  He gagged a little.  Kevin just slid farther into his throat.

“Hold it in, boy,” Kevin said, enjoying the sound of Todd obediently choking on his dick.

Todd had adjusted to complete servitude easily.  Every time he looked in his Master’s direction, his heart swelled with a wave of admiration, lust, and servility.  It was only natural that he should cater to the every whim of the living god who had transformed his mind and body into something greater.  

When Todd wasn’t used as a footstool or fleshlight, he was usually tied down to the bed and fitted with a blindfold and earplugs.  He loved the way his body fought against the restraints and he would make a game of flexing until his muscles reached exhaustion.  Kevin would occasionally come to pummel his mouth or hole, but he spent the remaining hours the dark silence of sensory deprivation.  His mind became an echo chamber for Kevin’s three commands:

  1. Kevin is your Master.  You are his property.  You must obey every order to the best of your physical ability.

  2. You cannot cum unless your Master is inside of you.

  3. You want to grow bigger and more muscular so that your Master can use your body.  This desire is insatiable, it has no limit.

Despite his abject submission at home, Todd was permitted to act as Kevin’s boyfriend when outside.   And now that they worked out together, Todd admired his Master’s incredible work ethic in the absence of suggestion.  Among all his frat bro friends, Kevin’s body stood out as the biggest, leanest, and most proportional.  With the level of control and precision that he completed every lift, it was no wonder he had built a god’s body to serve.

The more time he spent lifting with Kevin, the less time he had for Vanessa and his old friends.  But really, Todd didn’t mind so much.  Their lives were devoted to brunch and hanging out at bars, and Todd had a body to build.  Some separation was natural as their interests diverged.

Todd found he fit in with Kevin’s cohort of beefed up muscle jocks better anyhow.  Now that he had established himself as a serious lifter, some of them even asked him for pointers on certain lifts or targeting specific muscle groups.  Todd was happy to oblige.  Mostly it amused him, knowing that just a few months ago he could barely lift a 20 pound dumbbell.

Although, Todd could never know if he was truly out-competing them in size.  Just after he moved in, Kevin decided that Todd’s progress was for his eyes only.  Todd was forbidden from stepping on the scale and forced to wear a huge baggy sweatshirt whenever he used the bathroom mirror or went to the gym.  Initially Todd still tried to flex, the sweatshirt drowning his torso with only the vaguest suggestion of a bicep visible under the fabric.  But once the futility of flexing became clear, Todd accepted that his body was not his any longer, even to observe.  The longer this went on, the more he avoided even looking down at his own naked torso for fear of disappointing his Master

Todd had other markers of his progress, however.  At work, his burgeoning biceps were beginning to cut into the sleeves of his new XL scrub tops.  Even the small motions of pipetting initiated a battle between his mountainous muscles and the frayed cotton fibers of his shirt.  The thought of finally busting his sleeves open left him in a constant state of semi-erection.

This struggle against his own clothing did not go unnoticed by his coworkers.  What started as an occasional joke comparing him to Hercules or the Hulk soon elevated to sincere admiration and longing as he grew to truly Banner-esque proportions.  Smaller men would move out of his way wherever he would walk, quiet down when he would speak, and prefer his suggestions to their own ideas.  Even his own boss cowered before him as Todd’s newfound confidence handily overrode his measly managerial authority.  It became natural to Todd that those lesser than him would follow his orders in the same way that he was obedient to Kevin, and under his guidance the whole floor was running more smoothly than ever.

Just as Todd’s scrubs were literally bursting at the seams, he upgraded to business causal when he was promoted over his boss.  He would miss how his cleavage spilled out of the deep V of his scrub tops, but Kevin bought him fitted muscle dress shirts that tapered at the waist and stretched out at the arms and shoulders.  Todd loved the way it felt stretched across his muscular torso.  In the mornings, Kevin would fix Todd’s tie as he wasn’t allowed to adjust it in the mirror, sometimes pulling it tight enough to choke him while he released a load into his throat.

--

Only three months after moving in, Todd finally picked up the same dumbbells as Kevin.  Todd worked through his whole grueling routine with a shit-eating grin knowing that he must be at least approaching his Master’s incredible size.  By now he should be bigger than all of their friends and almost every other guy at the gym.  His confidence soared as he continued to pump out new maxes all day.

Kevin, however, seemed less than enthused.  When their workout was over, he pulled Todd aside sternly.

 “Look Todd, there’s no way you would be able to know this, but your progress is starting to plateau.”

Todd was nearly breathless, “But I’m finally able to keep up with you.”

“I know.  Don’t worry, boy, your body has just come to its natural limit.  This is when most guys would start on gear, but I’m not about to have you ruin your proportions with a bloated roid gut.”

“So what do I do?  I have to keep growing.  There’s no way I’m big enough.”

Kevin smiled and rubbed Todd on the head.  “It just means we’ll have to increase how often you’re hypnotized.  Starting with tonight.”

Todd nodded his head obediently.

That night, after Todd had finished the laundry, he sat cross-legged on the floor awaiting instruction.

Kevin began, “Up until now, our sessions have only given you orders to follow.  You have done very well to come this far under your body’s own natural limitations.  But tonight, our session will focus on lifting your mind’s constraints on your own body’s growth.

“Now breathe deeply and slow your heart rate like I taught you,” Kevin said.

Todd took in deep breaths, expanding every part of his lungs and feeling his heart rate fall.

“Remove all the stress and worry from your surroundings.  It’s just you and your Master here in this room, together.”

Todd closed his eyes and shut out the rest of the world.

“Good.  Now I want you to imagine you are floating a vast body of water.  This sea extends indefinitely in every direction, and there is nowhere but to go down.  The heavier your body becomes, the faster you keep falling…and falling…and falling…”

Once Todd entered a stuporous state, Kevin opened his mouth and roughly shoved the head of his cock inside.  This was not necessary to inhibit Todd’s growth, but it was so much easier to deep throat his servant when he wasn’t gagging.  Once he was sated, he pulled out and spilled his load all over Todd’s massive chest (Todd after all, could no longer protect his airway when he was this far under).

Kevin started the session with the first three commands that had been embedded in Todd’s mind for months, wondering passively if Todd was physically capable of disobeying him any longer.  Kevin lifted his right index finger at each command, indicating he understood.  Kevin moved on.

“Now, Todd, I need your body to grow bigger for me.  It’s not enough that you want to work out and eat big.  I need your body to use everything it has to grow.  Open all your lung fields, increase your blood flow, alter your metabolism, divert whatever resources you have available.  Whatever it takes to grow bigger.  Do you understand?”

Todd slowly lifted his finger.

“Good.  Now grow for me Todd.”

Todd inhaled deeply for several seconds and exhaled forcefully, his huge chest expanding to its limit at every breath.   Within a few breaths, his muscles flushed red, hardening and growing as Todd shunted blood from elsewhere in his body.  His faced scrunched up as if in pain, and his whole torso shook from the effort.  His body tolerated this state for about three minutes before his breathing and color returned to normal.  When Kevin snapped his fingers, Todd’s body felt a little pumped and sore but he had no memory of what he had undergone.

Kevin smiled.  “Welcome to your new routine, boy.”  After that, not a night went by without Todd going under.

--

It was a cool night in December when Joe arrived at Kevin’s house.  Todd answered the door naked as always, bowing to the visiting alpha. Joe stepped in confidently, not bothering to address the servant below him.

Kevin greeted Joe with a comfortable familiarity, but the new presence unnerved Todd.  No other alpha had ever visited before, and he feared he might fail to follow an order and embarrass his Master.  He kneeled aside Kevin, obediently awaiting his next command.  Kevin patted Todd’s head as he and Joe made small talk.

Todd looked up at Joe’s 6’2” stature, just a bit taller than Kevin.  He had to admit that Joe was ruggedly handsome.  Between his shaved head, trimmed beard, age lines, and beefy torso he epitomized the “daddy” type.  Before his servitude, he would have been lucky to land a guy like Joe.  But next to his Master, Todd couldn’t help but think Joe looked old, bloated, and weak.  Except for his height, Kevin was vastly superior to Joe in every other measurement.  His skin was tighter, his face leaner, his ass perkier, his chest bigger.  Todd’s dick involuntarily leaked as he mentally worshiped his Master, an alpha above other alphas.

Once the game came on, Kevin and Joe moved to the couch.  Todd remained where he kneeled, listening to the cheering crowds from the other side of the sofa.  It was during one of the commercial breaks that Kevin bent his head back over the couch and said, “Boy, get over here.”

Todd jumped up and ran over to his Master’s lap.  Pulling down Kevin’s shorts, he stroked him off until his Master’s dick was hard enough to deep throat.  Kevin didn’t even acknowledge his servant hungrily lapping away at his cock and nonchalantly continued his conversation with Joe.

Joe, however, couldn’t help but comment.  “Wow, you really have him whipped into shape, huh?”

“Obviously.  Ignore, him, though.  He shouldn’t be rewarded just for doing his job,” Kevin replied.

At the dinner table, Todd continued to be glued to Kevin’s dick whenever he wasn’t setting the table or serving food.  Todd knew his Master was just showing off in front of Joe, but his jaw became sore as they reached the second consecutive hour of head.

Once their plates were finished, Kevin said, “You were never this good at giving head, were you Joe?”

Joe blushed.  “Well ouch.  But when you’re right, you’re right.  Where did you find this kid anyways?  My subs could learn a thing or two from him.”

“You know, I think you could learn a thing or two from him yourself.”

There was a tense silence between them, broken by the sound of Todd slobbering over Kevin’s dick.

“I don’t think that’s…” Joe started to respond.

“That’s an order, Joe.  Not a request.  On my bed, in position.  Now.”

Joe hesitated for a second, and then sighed heavily.  “Yes, Master.”

Kevin lifted Todd’s expert mouth off of him and let him out from under the table.  “Are you ready, boy?” Kevin asked.

“Yes, Master…but for what?” Todd responded.

“Come with me.”

By the time they reached the bedroom, Joe had already stripped and started tying himself to the bed.  Kevin finished tightening the rest of the restraints, leaving Joe’s ass exposed and his head face down.  Todd stood there silently, uncertain of how to proceed in this unprecedented situation.

“I got you a new toy to play with, Todd,” Kevin said, smiling.  “You understand now, don’t you?”

“Yes Master,” Todd said.  Without hesitation, Todd grabbed the lube on the bedstand, preparing his cock and the hole he was about to enter.  Todd felt the bed creak under his massive weight as he placed one leg over Joe and slid his arms underneath Joe’s hairy chest.  Todd anticipated some resistance, but Joe immediately opened up for him.  Todd had almost forgotten what it felt like to fuck another man, and he moved in and out of him cautiously as Joe moaned beneath him.

 “You can go faster than that, boy.  Joe can take it,” Kevin guided him.

Todd picked up the pace, naturally squeezing Joe’s body tighter in the process.  Todd was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice Joe’s grimaces of pain. 

Kevin chuckled, “Wow, Joe.  I always knew you were an inferior servant.”  Kevin moved behind Todd, grabbing him by the waist.  Todd stopped, waiting for further instruction, his vice grip still crushing Joe.  “Your body never responded well enough to meet my needs.” Todd felt the familiar head of Kevin’s cock deftly penetrate him.  “And now my new sub is dominating you without even trying.”  Kevin pushed against Todd’s prostate, forcing his dick even further into Joe.  “Your poor subs.  I wonder how they would feel if they knew how completely inferior you are.”  Kevin began his rhythmic grinding, and Todd was overwhelmed with the volley of new sensations: of being too big for the stud beneath him, of his rock hard dick using an alpha’s hole, and of the serene feeling of his Master inside him.

Kevin sensed that Todd was reaching sensory overload.  Smoothly and quietly, he said, “You can cum now, boys.”

And so they did.

--

Todd was starting to get concerned.  His “baggy” sweatshirt had stopped being baggy several weeks ago.  Although it still hid the details of his body, he could see the fabric stretch tight against his arms whenever he as much as brushed his teeth.  If he got much bigger (and he intended to), he wouldn’t be able to hide his mass any longer

This didn’t stop Kevin from hypnotizing Todd every night.   By the end of January, only a month after they had started, Todd could withstand about an hour of his muscle building state.  He had grown so accustomed to the practice that Kevin barely had to participate anymore.  He often left Todd “running” while he attended to other tasks, only coming back to end the session.  Kevin noticed that Todd would often forget he went under, frequently asking why it was suddenly so late or what he had been doing in the last hour.

“Don’t worry about it boy.  That time is being used to serve me,” Kevin would respond.

Todd shrugged it off.  If his Master wasn’t concerned, neither was he. 

At the end of January, Todd made another discovery.  Day had just faded into dusk, although there was no way for Todd to know under his blindfold.  He flexed against his restraints as always, enjoying the pump coursing through his veins as he neared exhaustion.  Just when he thought he was done, he flexed mightily and a large crunch broke the stillness of the night.  His right arm snapped towards him, no longer bound.

Todd panicked, but instinctually refused to remove his blindfold.  Feeling around, he discovered the bedpost he had broken still connected to the rope around his wrist. It dawned on him that he had broken part of the frame, and just by flexing while his arms were fully extended.  Todd smiled, quickly and confidently breaking his left arm free.  He flexed both of his arms completely in spite of his exhaustion, remaining face down and blindfolded.

He estimated an hour passed before Kevin returned home to find his muscle pig gloating over his broken restraints.  Todd thought that Kevin would be mad, but the first thing he heard was laughter.

 “I think you’re finally ready, boy.” Kevin says.

“For what, Master?” Todd asked, still blindfolded.

Kevin removed his blindfold and released his legs, prodding him over to the scale in the kitchen.  Todd hesitated at first.  He hadn’t been allowed to weigh himself in four months.

“Step up, boy.  That’s an order,” Kevin said.

Todd placed his feet on the scale awkwardly, unable to fit both of them without rotating his legs and squatting a bit.  His chest blocked his view, and he craned his neck forward to see the number blinking back at him.

255.

Todd’s head spun at the number.  He had grown over 60 pounds since he last weighed himself, and was now over 30 pounds heavier than his master.

Kevin whistled.  “Damn, boy.  At least 35 of those pounds have been in the last month.”

Todd was at a loss for words, awaiting his next command.  His dick leaked profusely as he started to comprehend just how massive he was.

“Go ahead, Todd.  Look in the mirror.  You’ve earned it,” Kevin said.

Todd bounded over to the bathroom naked, ecstatic to view the body his Master had bestowed upon him.  He stopped at the doorway, examining the hoodie that had so recently struggled to contain him.  Glancing at the tag, he read 4XL.

He wasn’t just massive.  He was a god damn giant.  Even a 4XL shirt could barely hold in his girth.  He tore it apart easily in his hands.

Struggling to fit his broad back through the doorway, the first thing he saw were his heavy pecs.  Even unflexed, the meaty globes struggled for space on his frame, the rounded edges pushing against his chin and biceps.  He squeezed them, feeling their impenetrable hardness, many striations, and deep cleft between the major and minor.

Before he could admire the rest of his body, he felt the waves of pleasure in his dick crest into an orgasm.  Unable to cum, his balls lurched and he doubled over in mixture of pain and ecstasy.  Kevin came in laughing behind him, although he was invisible behind Todd’s stature.

“You can’t even cum if you want to, can you boy?  Here, let’s take some measurements.  Flex your chest again.” Kevin said.

Todd did as he was told, enjoying the ease with which he moved his heavy pectorals up and down.  Kevin pulled a tape measurement around him.  53 inches.  Todd just kept flexing, post-orgasm pre leaking profusely.

“Now lift up your arms,” Kevin said.  Todd moved into a double biceps pose.  The light blue veins traveled gently up the oversized peaks, balanced by the deep convexity of his triceps.  His granite forearms were larger than most men’s biceps, lending a maturity to his arms that rivaled seasoned bodybuilders.  The tape measure snaked around his guns, unable to leave a dent.  22 inches.

“Tighten up your waist.”  Todd dropped his arms and breathed out slowly, watching his abs condense into eight well defined blocks of muscle.  Unlike most guys his size there was no gut to speak of.  His waist just slowly tapered into his groin, adorned with his sigmoid shaped abs that tapered elegantly at the ends.  The tape measure tickled his happy trail, reading 32.  

“Very good, boy.  Just like I wanted.  Time to flex your quads.”  Todd watched as the deep cuts between the heads of his quads popped out in relief.  There was no hope of bringing his knees together as his quads rubbed against one another, and his calves formed impossible diamond clefts that were bigger than most guys’ arms.  29 and 16 inches, respectively.

 “Very good, boy.  You’ve exceeded my expectations.  What do you say?” Kevin said.

“Thank you Master.  My body is finally complete.” Todd responded.

Kevin laughed again.  “Nice try boy, but not even close.  We’ll grow you even bigger yet.”

--

Kevin and Todd strutted down the Mission Beach boardwalk.  Todd’s new stringer tank barely contained his chest, but Kevin liked it that way.  Todd’s nipples were under constant stimulation and he struggled not to get hard.

Todd turned to enter the beach, looking forward to removing his tank and getting in the water.  He loved the way people stared at his massive physique, his chest filling with pride as he showed off his Master’s greatest work.  He bounced his pecs in anticipation.  He knew that people gawked at him when he did that, but he couldn’t help it.  He just needed to flex, to show off, to tell the whole world how his hulked out body had grown under his Master’s directive.

But Kevin pulled him in the opposite direction, leading him into a brightly colored bathroom decorated with mosaics.  No one else was inside.

“Get in one of the stalls, boy.  I need to empty a load inside you.”

Todd waddled over to a stall, squeezing his bulging frame into the nearest stall.

“Good, now get on your knees,” Kevin commanded.

“Master, I…” Todd started.

“What’s wrong, boy?  I said to get on your knees.”

“I want to it’s just…I can’t move in this stall.” Todd blushed.  His shoulders were broader than the width of the stall, his pecs squished together as he attempted to kneel down.

Kevin smiled.  “I understand, boy.  You’re starting to outgrow the boundaries made for normal men.  But I still need to empty this load.  So what are you going to do?”

Todd considered his situation for a moment.  Turning sideways and shuffling out of the stall, he picked Kevin up and carried him out of the bathroom. 

More than a few heads turned at the goliath carrying a full-grown bodybuilder down the boardwalk.  But Todd was given an order, and he didn’t hesitate to fulfill it.

By the time they made it to the nearby dunes, Todd had set Kevin down.  Looking around to make sure there was no one watching, he stripped his clothes and proceeded to work on his Master’s dick.

The sound of waves filled his ears as he swallowed his Master’s load.

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Todd has everything to overpower Kevin but i dont think he wants to. He is strong enough to be an alpha himself but he is gratefull to Kevin for training him and turning him into the man he is now.

Im glad he is no soley Kevin slave. He still has his job and he is doing good tehre. He got a huge promotion and he is the alpha around his cowerkers.

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