Chilis Posted August 2, 2021 Share Posted August 2, 2021  Hello everyone! This story will take a different twist after part 1. Oliver is 18 years old. Marcus is 39. The Captain is 20. This story takes place in an old time when pirates were still a thing. Hope you all like it! Feel free to leave suggestions and comments! ------------------ Part 1 The sky was clear, the tides appeared to be calm and the temperature was⌠well, bearable. Oliver thought that luck was finally on their side. He had boarded this ship weeks ago, and since then only disaster had followed him and the crew. Terrible storms, huge waves, assaulting rival pirates, killing mermaids and even a giant kraken. It had been days of tiring work and lots of dead, but it looked like he could finally have a break from disaster and relax. The boy pulled out a small mirror from his bag and tried to fix his hair. He had messy blonde hair, freckles and a small nose. His green eyes glanced over his face, satisfied with being somewhat adorable looking. He then looked down through the reflection and sighed. Regardless of his attractive facade, Oliver was very disappointed with his body. He was slightly athletic thanks to his sailing job, yet he still felt very skinny. If he wasnât wearing any clothes, he couldâve seen his thin arms, his flat chest, and his rib bones showing a little. At least he had some decent abs⌠âWhat ya doinâ, pretty eyes?â Oliver blinked and lost the attention on his mirror. His pal Marcus had showed up out of nowhere, putting an arm around his shoulders. The man was middle aged, ugly as they come. He was missing several teeth, had a dirty beard, and a belly so inflated that Oliver thought it would pop like a bubble at any moment. But despite his disgusting looks, the blonde boy and the hideous pirate had become friends even before boarding the ship. Marcus was fun to be around, and he had a gentle heart, always willing to help his smaller companion. âLooks like our problems are finally over, eh?â Marcus said, extending his arm towards the vast ocean. Oliver chuckled âWe shouldnât let our hopes get too high. I bet another disaster is about to hit us. This is just the sea making fun of us before it doesâ. âEerr⌠arenât ya a positive oneâ Marcus went serious all the sudden, observing the horizon âThe tide Gods havenât been generous with us this trip. But I assure you, we will reach the new lands in no time now. The Captain is making sure of itâ. The blonde boy frowned âThe CaptainâŚâ. Oliver had mixed feelings about the Captain. The guy was only a few years older than him, and both of them were younger than everybody in the ship. Still, Oliver was treated like a subordinate, while everyone respected the Captain in an almost religious manner. The blonde boy could see why though⌠The Captainâs only presence imposed respect and fear. The young man was two heads taller than Oliver, and his body was built with gigantic muscle able to crush anybody that opposed him. The Captainâs frame was lean, yet large enough to stretch out his clothes. He had long dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that sent shivers down your spine whenever you looked at them directly. One large scar went across his nose, while a smaller one decorated his chin. He was a gorgeous, yet terrifying person. Oliver had admired the Captain at first. However, as time passed in the sea, the blonde boy began to envy him. Whenever they were in trouble, the muscular man would save everyone with his powerful body. The Captain was the one that defeated all of their invading enemy pirates with merely his fists. He was the one that wrestled the kraken down. And the one that made the mermaids forget about eating them by making them fall in love with him. Meanwhile, Oliver was sent to clean and cook, unable to defend himself from all the threats, or to help his dying crew friends. âHe is a brave man, that one..â said Marcus all the sudden, burping before continuing talking âI have to admit, when I met him I doubted someone so young would be able to navigate the seas. I didnât even think he could control a whole crew!â âWell, he hasnât gotten us to the new lands yetâŚâ said Oliver in a low tone, but Marcus didnât listen to him. âBut I am telling ya! After seeing how heroic and strong the Captain is, I have no more doubts about him! I would follow him to the end of the world, ya know! We could all learn more from himâŚâ Marcus seemed to be daydreaming about the young man, and that made Oliver uncomfortable. âAre you in love with him or something?â the blonde guy said, teasing his friend. Instead of being offended, Marcus bursted out laughing âHAH! Arenât we all on this ship!? Some are saying he is even a demigod, Iâm telling ya!â Oliver didnât expect that answer. He rolled his eyes and walked away. âYeah, whatever. Iâll see you later, I am not done mopping the main deckâ   More weeks passed without anything eventful happening. Oliver cleaned, mopped, and cooked as always. He felt relieved that there were no more life threatening things going on, but a new problem was starting to arise. The crew was feeling uneasy; they should've been approaching the new lands by now. However, the ship was still sailing across the vast open ocean, with no shore to be seen anytime soon. Oliverâs friends began to fear that they were going in the wrong direction, but everybody respected (or feared) the Captain too much to demand answers. Besides, the Captain was not seen around the ship much anymore, as he stayed in his cabin most of the time, unless he came out to give orders. Oliver mostly felt unbothered by the situation. Or that was until one night the crew organized a meeting to see who would go ask the Captain about the trajectory of the ship. The filthy pirates started to discuss what to do calmly at first, yet the conversation quickly turned into a heated discussion. âI am not going over there! Have you seen the arm of that man!? Itâs bigger than my leg!â someone said. âYou are a coward! He is our Captain, he wouldnât hurt us for a simple questionâ someone else argued. âThen why donât you go ask him!?â a third one demanded. âAnyone know if we have more whisky?â added Marcus, clearly drunk. âHe deserves respect, he is a demigod! Didnât you see how he beated up that kraken!?â another one yelled. People kept screaming and pointing fingers. Oliver was just sitting in the corner, cleaning his tiny mirror with some cloth. He listened for a while and tried to ignore the noise. The accusations and demands kept getting louder, and Oliver was feeling more frustrated by the second. The boy clenched his teeth. âBe quiet!â he said, but he was so small that nobody noticed him. He grunted in rage and stood up. âSHUT UP!â he yelled âYou are all pathetic! Iâll go talk to him!!!â. This time the crew heard him, and they went silent. All eyes were on Oliver, and he immediately felt embarrassed. Then everyone started laughing. âYou!? The Captain will crush you with his finger aloneâ one person said. âHah! The Captain is three times your size!â another mentioned. âSeriously guys, where is the whisky?â Marcus commented, scratching his head. âGo back to the kitchen, boy!â someone yelled. Oliverâs face turned red and he clenched his fists in rage. He gave the crew a defiant expression, and stormed out. The crew just kept laughing behind him, thinking that the blonde boy had gone to cry in his room. But Oliver felt a bright flame inside him, and he headed to the Captainâs cabin.  âStupid pirates, youâll seeâ Oliver stood in front of the cabinâs door for a moment. He raised his fist with hesitation, doubting if he should do this after all. Then he remembered the crew laughing at him, and he knocked the door with rage. No answer. He knocked again, and again. Only the sound of the waves against the ship could be heard. Oliver was about to knock a fourth time when the door opened. The blond boy almost fell down on his butt as the huge frame appeared in front of him. âC-captain. A-ahoy!â Oliver managed to stutter. The Captain was so tall that his wide chest was facing Oliverâs face. The young man was wearing elegant sailor clothes, but he had ripped his shirtâs sleeves off to reveal his enormous arms. He looked down at the blonde boy, and Oliver felt some kind of hatred and admiration towards him. The Captain had a youthful face, almost the same as Oliver, but that was the only similar aspect between the two. The large pirate had a prominent beard that was trimmed short with a knife. His hair was bushy and heroic looking. He was bigger, stronger, and more attractive than anyone on the ship. Oliver frowned, frustrated with the idea that this guy was almost his same age, yet more of a man he would ever be. The Captain tilted his head without saying anything, awaiting for Oliver to speak. His chest was raising up and down, his breath clearly displaying the power his body possessed. Oliver swallowed, and then stood firmly âT-t-the- c-c-rew...â He shut his mouth, enraged that he was too nervous to talk. The Captain simply chuckled and turned his back to him. âCome inâ Oliver looked at the back of the Captain, twice his own torso. He walked inside and observed the cabin. The place was filled with mirrors, way too many for a normal room. The desk was full of maps and other sailing objects. From the window, the moonlight sprayed itâs brightness over the frame of the large Captain. The man was looking at one of the many reflective glasses, his blue eyes locked on his own body. âBeautiful, isnât it?â said the Captain. Oliver raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about. âWhat is?â The Captain raised his arm and flexed. His biceps rose up like a mountain, muscle stretching his skin thin. The blonde boy couldnât stop staring, amazed by how hard and strong the muscle looked. âMy body, of courseâŚâ commented the Captain. Oliver narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked away and pretended that he was not drooling over the sculpted body of the Captain. âS-sureâŚâ Oliver answered âUm⌠s-sir. The crew has b-been wonderingâŚâ Suddenly Oliver felt a stream of courage running through his being âThe crew⌠The crew has been wondering if we are going in the right direction! We should be arriving in the new land by now, but there is nothing out there except for the ocean! We are starting to question if you are actually capable of navigating this ship. After all, you are just a boy like meâ Oliver spoke so quickly he felt almost out of breath when he finished. He looked at the Captain with an exhilarating smile, and instantly felt regret as the man turned to face him. âWe are not going to the new landâ said the Captain blandly. âW-what?â Oliver felt even smaller while the muscular man approached him. The Captain snatched him by the neck and lifted up his body. He wasnât choking him, but he was still grabbing him firmly like a puppet. âWas I not clear? We are not going to the new landâ the Captain smiled. His smirk wouldâve looked terrifying, if his face wasnât so perfectly handsome... âI have other goals in mind... I might be stronger than anyone in this pathetic ship, but I still canât navigate a ship on my own. You silly pirates were a great help to get me across the sea though. Thank youâ The man flexed the arm he was holding Oliver with, muscle bulging out everywhere. He grinned more âI suppose there is no need to pretend I care about you all anymore, as we are approaching our destinationâ Oliver started shaking, trying to set himself free âW-what are you doing!? The crew respects you, why are you betraying them like that!? Where are we even going!â The blonde boy grabbed the Captainâs arm, trying to push away. It was like holding a pillar of rock, and Oliver wasnât sure if he was aroused or scared. He was envious, for sure. He also felt so helpless. The Captain chuckled. He moved Oliver, pulling him towards him. He was now carrying him in his arms. The blonde boy could feel all the hard muscle around him, while the Captain hugged him with his mighty arms like a baby. âDonât worry, I do not intend to hurt any of youâ he locked his blue eyes with Oliverâs âArenât you pretty? I might keep you around... I bet youâd like itâ Then he walked to one large mirror and smashed Oliver against it. The Captain pushed his frame against his, and started thrusting with his whole figure. Oliver felt like a beast was smashing him, muscle pressing against his own body, pure raw strength overpowering him. The Captain was simply looking at himself flexing, almost making out with his reflection, while Oliver was getting squished. âI am such perfection. Look at my muscles, so strong, so powerful. You are feeling the full power of a perfect being!â Oliver tried to push him away or escape, but it was useless. The Captainâs body was too large and muscular for him to do anything. Nevertheless, the blonde boy soon was now longer scared; he was moaning, his hand grabbing and touching every part of the muscular man. Oliver felt so much admiration, and so much rage and envy⌠âThat 's right. You know your place nowâ said the Captain, still observing himself instead of the blonde boy âIâve been watching you, you know? You are the only pretty thing in this hideous ship. Except for me, obviously. Youâll be a great petâ The Captain started thrusting harder, his huge bulge rubbing against Oliver, evidently hard. The mirror started to crack, unable to contain the muscle strength âWe are going to a place where I will obtain all the power I deserve. A forgotten place by many, but not me. I will take whatâs mineâ âI-I⌠I will not let you get away with hisâ Oliver managed to yell âIâll tell the crew. They wonât accept thisâ The Captain laughed out loud. He then began kissing his reflection, flexing his muscles all over Oliver, pushing him harder and harder against the surface. The mirror finally gave in and broke in pieces. The blonde boy let out a scream of pain, arousal and surprise. The Captain stepped back with a proud grin, breathing intensely, and with his sweaty muscle shining under the moonlight. Oliver just dropped to his knees, and noticed that his crotch was wet. He looked up to the captain, feeling pathetic and defeated. The Captain was still full of energy, and he continued flexing his big muscles while watching them bulge up and harden. Without even bothering to look at Oliver, he said âWhat is the crew going to do about it? They think I am a demigod! And to be honest, they might be rightâŚâ The muscle man grabbed the blonde boy by the shirt and lifted him up. Without warning, he kissed him softly âYou and everyone in this ship will keep doing what I say. And you are staying here, with me. Thereâs nothing you can do about it, my petâ Oliver wanted to run away, to punch him, to scream for help. But he felt so tired, so weak. His vision got blurry, and before he could say anything, he passed out. 15 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadMutter Posted August 3, 2021 Share Posted August 3, 2021 That's a really lovely start! Nice refreshing concept too! Very much looking forward what you got in store for us as this unfolds haha 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 3, 2021 Share Posted August 3, 2021 Man what an great start. Im intrigued i wanna know what will happen next and if the crew will find out they have been betrayed by their own captain? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chilis Posted August 3, 2021 Author Share Posted August 3, 2021 The muscle growth is coming soon in the next parts, I promise! I am invested in the story too, if I'm honest Sorry about any grammar or vocabulary mistake. English is not my first language ------------------ Part 2  âDo one moreâ said the Captain âCome on, itâs not that hardâ Oliver tried to complete his push up, but his arms failed and he dropped to the wood floor. The Captain laughed at him. He then took his time to do fifty more push ups, besides the two hundred he already had done. Oliver just watched him while laying down, trying to catch up his breath. The Captainâs pectorals were bulging out with power, and his arms seemed as steady as ever. The muscular man finished and stood up, looking not tired at all. âTodayâs the dayâ said the Captain, while breathing heavily âI have to go boss around these idiots. You stay here and try to finish the push ups. Or you can just think about how much stronger I am, whatever you wantâ He walked outside as he loudly closed the door of the cabin. Oliver rolled over to rest on his back. He was sweating, and he was having a difficult time inhaling air. He hated exercising. Yet the last weeks had been doing nothing but workouts and more workouts. The Captain had kept him in the cabin, not allowing him to go out at all. Oliver had tried to fight it, but obviously the man was strong enough to manage him however he wanted. He also always locked the door after leaving. The Captain had forced him to do different exercises with him every few hours, almost like a competition. The muscular man seemed to enjoy humiliating Oliver by surpassing his strength and stamina in an exaggerated way. After every session, the Captain would undress in front of the blonde boy. At first Oliver thought that the man was going to force him to have sex, but the Captain would only start flexing in front of the mirror every time. He usually ordered Oliver to touch his muscles, or he used the small boyâs body as weight, lifting him up and down with ease. Oliver could not resist to cum every time, without even touching himself. He was angry and embarrassed with himself, especially after the Captain tossed him away like trash, and jerked off to his own reflection. Oliver sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the brief moment of peace. He then decided to stand up. He didnât have much to do around the cabin, besides doing the workouts that the Captain had commanded him to do. Oliver undressed and tried to finish the set of push ups. He did the last ones with shaking arms. He roared with frustration as he felt his weakness, his inability to do what the Captain could do so easily with his huge muscles. âThat bastardâŚ!â Oliver walked towards a mirror and punched it out of anger, making it break and crack. He knew the Captain wouldnât care; he had endless more mirrors around. The blonde boy shaked his head and looked at his reflection in another mirror, next to the broken one. He liked seeing his body pumped, even if he was still very skinny. The last few days he had been working his muscles like never before. And the Captain had made him eat more than usual. Oliver had noticed small changes, as his chest had a little more volume and his arms were slightly thicker. Nothing impressive, and not even comparable to the Captainâs body, but for Oliver his little pump was amazing. He started rubbing his chest with his hand, imagining himself in the body of the Captain. He thought of flexing his arm and having the manâs round and gigantic biceps. âOh yeah⌠I am the captainâŚâ Oliver had his eyes closed, and he was starting to stroke his cock. He first pictured himself with the huge pectorals of the Captain, his narrow shredded waist and abs. His fingers moved over his legs, and he fantasized of having the Captainâs gigantic thighs, beefy and firm like pillars. He thought of having his wide shoulders, his imponent back. With his eyes still closed, Oliver was flexing and posing the same way he saw the Captain did before. In his mind, he was the Captain, he was the muscular one, and the actual Captain had a feeble lame body. âYeaaah, I am the demigod. I am the one the crew respects. I am the STRONG ONEâ Oliver ejaculated all over the mirror, flexing his whole body with all he got. He moaned, thrusting his waist forwards. Then he opened his eyes, and he saw his ridiculous thin body. He sighed in frustration. He felt very tired. He sat down on the main chair of the cabin, and waited for the Captain to be back.   Oliver had dressed up and waited a long time before the door opened with a noisy slam. He expected to see the intimidating figure of the Captain, but instead he found himself staring at the silly round shape of Marcus. The pirate was gasping for air, and appeared to be really alarmed about something. âMarcus!? What 's going on? And how did you even open that door?â Oliver exclaimed. Marcus stretched his back, making an expression of uncomfort âThat old thing? I just punched it. It was too rotten to hold any prisoner, I donât even know how ya didnât escapeâ Oliver blushed and looked down, ashamed to admit he was too weak to even break through some rotten wood. Marcus seemed to realize that and brushed it off. He got closer to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist. âWe have to go now! The Captain is doing some woodo woo wooâ âSome what?â Oliver raised an eyebrow. âThe hell I know! He is holding some ugly sphere over his head and singing some strange song in a weird languageâ Marcus pulled Oliver and made him start walking towards the exit âI donât think ya want to be here for whatever itâs happening. The tides are going crazy!â Oliver was about to protest and ask Marcus to explain when he saw the sky. Scary grey clouds twirled above them. The wind was blowing intensely. The waves around were splashing so hard that the ship was starting to swing side to side. The crew was moving all over the place, trying to keep the boat together. âWhat in the name of the tide Gods is happening!?â yelled Oliver over the storm. âThe Captain is doing some voodoo woogo, thatâs what!â Marcus screamed back. He pointed at the front of the ship, where a big muscular figure was holding something up. Oliver didnât even have to force his sight to realize it was the Captain. âWhy is nobody stopping him!?â Oliver argued, upset at both the crew and the Captain. âThey love him too much, these foolsâ said Marcus âAfter ya were captured, he told us that ya were a traitor and that ya tried to assassinate him. Of course I didnât believe such nonsense. Ya canât hurt a flyâ Oliver frowned at him, and Marcus noticed that what he said was not much of a complement for him âEer⌠Anyways. He then told the crew about some mystical purpose he had, or who knows what. He said ya were trying to stop him from bringing us riches of a promised landâ Marcus spitted on the ground âLies! All lies! Every pirate knows that prophecies of fortune are not real. But these imbeciles bought it. They would believe anything the Captain saysâ Oliver thought about it for a moment. It did sound like a bunch of lies, but he knew that the Captain was taking them somewhere that wasnât the new lands. Was there some truth about his words? A flash of lighting made him realize it was not the time to reflect about the matter. âNow what!?â he yelled at Marcus. âWe better get to the gun deck, itâs safer thereâ Marcus replied and attempted to go there. Oliver stopped him. âWhat if the ship sinks!? Itâs even worse down there if that happens! Look at the ocean!â Oliver pointed at the frightening waves, splashing almost over the ship. Marcus opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out of his mouth. His eyes froze in terror as he looked in the direction of the Captain. Oliver turned and almost fainted. A giant wave was coming towards the ship. And it wasnât a normal giant wave; it was the biggest of the giant waves to ever exist. Everyone began to run around in panic. Marcus separated from Oliver, the crew was hiding and screaming. The boy felt like he was crying for help, but in reality he was just standing there, unable to move. The last thing he saw before the water hit them was the Captain, standing with his strong arms up and looking as brave as ever. Oliver could not believe he could hate someone so much before dying. 8 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freakish Posted August 3, 2021 Share Posted August 3, 2021 Iâm wondering will the entire crew grow or will it just be the captain and Oliver 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 3, 2021 Share Posted August 3, 2021 what a follow up. Ao the captain took the kid hostage cause he fancy him and now they have arrived somewhere where he plans on becoming a full god. That's an interesting setting. I can stop thinking Marcus knows more that he let us know 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chilis Posted August 4, 2021 Author Share Posted August 4, 2021 Part 3 Oliver didnât know what had happened. He opened his eyes. He noticed the soft sand under him, rubbing it with his fingers. His body was sore, yet he didnât feel like he was injured. With grunts of annoyance, he managed to lift his back up. Sitting on the beach, the boy blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light of the sun. He was surprised to see the whole crew all around him. Some were unconscious, others were trying to move or to help their comrades. Nobody seemed to be dead or hurt. Marcus was not too far away from Oliver, butt out and face buried in the sand. The boy stood up with a smile and assisted his friend. âEerr⌠are we in the realm of the dead?â said Marcus between complaints about his back and some coughs. Oliver just punched him in the arm. âOuch! What was that for?â Marcus yelled. âYou felt it, right? Looks like you are very alive to meâ answered Oliver with a playful smirk. Marcus just looked at him with an annoyed face. He then laughed so loud that the rest of the pirates began staring at him âWe are alive! We are alive! We are aliveâ Marcus started cheering, jumping all over the place like a kid. Oliver shared his excitement and did the same. The crew approached them, looking at them as if they were crazy. âWe are alive! We are alive! We are alive!â The two guys were now dancing together, clapping and laughing so much that their stomachs started to hurt. âWhat about the Captain?â someone interrupted them. Oliver immediately felt all of his joy leave by the thought of the Captain. He dropped his arm down and gave the pirate an irritated look. âThe Captain, the Captain⌠Who cares!?â Marcus screamed âWhere in the name of the Gods is the ship!? Havenât any of yâall noticed it is not anywhere in the sea!?â The pirates turned to look over the horizon. If they just hadn't had such a traumatic experience with the ocean, they wouldâve found the place beautiful. The water was clear and bright blue. Some small mountains rose above the water, gorgeous vegetation on top of them. Behind the crew, a large bush of jungle covered the entirety of the land mass. A tall hill could be seen across the trees, most likely in the center of what appeared to be an island. âHow are we getting out of here!?â said one of the pirates. âThe ship should be under the sea now. That wave was not natural, Iâm telling yaâ another one commented. âWe must find the Captain, he will know what to doâ mentioned a third one. âYeaahrrr, the Captain is probably already deep in the jungle looking for a solutionâ one of the oldest pirates assumed. Oliverâs face turned red, like every time he heard these idiots speak. âAre you all stupid? It is the Captain that got us into this mess in the first place!â he yelled âWhat we should is explore the island, find a way to build a boat, and forget about himâ The crew observed him with disdain. One of the biggest pirates approached him, tilted his torso down, and looked at him right in the eye. The guy was two heads taller than Oliver, and a mass of muscle and fat that could demolish him in a second. âAnd why should we be listening to a traitor?â said the big sailor âAs far as I am concerned, this must be the promised land the Captain was talking about. The one YOU tried to keep from usâ Oliver opened his mouth in disbelief. He glanced at the other pirates, trying to find some support. Everyone was giving him stares of disapproval and anger. Except for Marcus, which was poking his nose. âYou canât be serious!â Oliver protested âThe Captain is the traitor! HeâŚâ âWe shouldâve fed you to the sharks long agoâ a pirate yelled. âHe is no good. Canât fight, canât lift. And his food tastes terribleâ another one said. âWe should beat him up here and now. That will teach this brat a lessonâ someone else argued. The crew began to encircle Oliver with menacing expressions. Marcus moved across the crowd and stood next to the blonde boy. He winked at him, indicating Oliver that he was ready to fight for him. The big guy from the crew was about to throw the first punch when a mysterious sound stopped him. From the jungle, some kind of musical instrument was playing. Suddenly, a multitude of tattooed blue skinned people charged from the wilderness towards the pirates. They were roaring some kind of war cry. The strangers were holding spears and swords with them. They surrounded the crew, pointing their weapons at them. Marcus was quick to raise his arms in the air. âWe surrender! Donât stab us!â   The blue people captured the entirety of the crew and escorted them through the jungle. Oliver noticed some traits about them during the journey. First, he knew that the strangers could speak their language, as one of them told them to be silent. Secondly, he realized that they didnât like the pirates, by the way they looked at the crew with disgust. Lastly, it was obvious that these tattooed people were a menace even without weapons. They were taller than anybody Oliver had ever met before, and they had a musculature that was even more imposing than the Captainâs. They fully displayed their strong bodies, wearing nothing more than a cloth that covered their butt and genitals. The blue skin was the most peculiar, which exalted the shape of the muscles as if their flesh was a painting. Every step they took made their powerful legs harden and bulge. It was a whole spectacle to just watch them move. The blue people forced the pirates to walk for hours. Then days and nights. Marcus complained about the heat. Oliver just tried to gasp for air through the humidity the whole time. Everytime any of the pirates began to cause serious trouble, one of the tattooed people would grab them, lift them above their head, and crush their back with their knee. The corpse was always left behind. Out of fear, the crew decided to behave until they reached the place they were headed to... And when they arrived, everyone was shocked. A magnificent city appeared before them as they came out of the jungle. There were shiny golden buildings, impressive glowing pyramids and very populated markets. While the blue people escorted them, the pirates watched everything with their jaws wide open. The citizens of the metropolis looked all similar; blue skinned, muscular, tall and with perfect factions. Oliver felt a weird attraction towards all of them, female or male. The group finally approached the tallest structure of the city. They entered it by climbing a great amount of stairs. When they were inside, Oliver was sure this was some kind of palace. Fountains and precious gems decorated the place. He observed with curiosity the many statues of muscular men that flexed over them. It looked like these people had an obsession with strength. Marcus poked Oliverâs shoulder and pointed at the huge genitals of the stone men, making fun of them. The blonde boy rolled his eyes. âWelcome to Atlantis, verminâ said one of the blue men that was escorting them. He opened a gigantic gate that introduced them to what seemed to be a royal room. To the surprise of everyone, the Captain was sitting on the golden throne. The atlanteans forced the crew to kneel in front of him. Everyone looked confused. âWelcome, my faithful crew!â said the Captain, standing up while extending his beefy arms. He had gotten rid of his clothes, and was now wearing the same silly outfit that the atlanteans used. He had some type of coral crown on his handsome head. âYou might be wondering how I got here first!â the Captain continued âWell, itâs easy; I was destined to appear here. I was the one that used the pearl of Neptune to approach Atlantis, after all. Meanwhile, you showed up on the beach, as the garbage remnants of ship that you are'' The pirates just looked at each other with uncertainty. âWhat is going on, Captain!?â the big guy of the crew demanded to know. âThese blue people killed Steve and Jhonnattan, how could you allow this Captain!?â another one yelled. âIs this the promised land you told us aboutâ some more enthusiastic crew member said âAre the riches of this city for us to take? Bless you, Captain!â âYou look magnificent, my Captain,â another one added. âYa fools! He betrayed us. Are yâall brain dead?â Marcus argued, a vein pulsating on his forehead from anger. The Captain only chuckled. He looked powerful, and Oliver considered he was even a little more muscular than before. The strong man walked slowly to the crew, his body moving with grace. âI have not betrayed you, my crew. This is the prophecy of Atlantis.â the Captain claimed. Then with a dramatic voice, he said âThe hero that finds the pearl of Neptune, sails across the dangers of the godâs realm, and finds Atlantis, shall rule the golden city with a fist of strength and mightâ He cleared his throat, looking down at his own muscle body. He bounced his pecs before speaking âStrength⌠I am meant to be the strongest of all! And I give you this option; serve me as my loyal subjects, or become fuel to my greatness!â The biggest crew member stood up, making a rude gesture towards the Captain âTo the Tartarus with you! That was not the deal!â he protested âI will kneel to nobody. You are a captain, not a king! And I am a pirate, freedom and the sea is all I needâ A few other pirates joined the big guy, raising their fists and insulting the Captain. They demanded justice. The rest stayed kneeling, looking at the Captain in the most submissive way. The muscular man just watched all of them with a small smirk, as if he was witnessing children making a silly tantrum. He calmly approached the protesting crew members and raised his right arm. Oliver noticed that he was wearing a ring in his middle finger, which had a miniature version of the âPearl of Neptuneâ. The stone glew, and soon the angered pirates started to get⌠drained? The blonde boy didnât understand how, but he could see the soul itself of his friends getting pulled out of their mouth and into the Captainâs ring. Oliver watched with horror as the crew member started to become skinny, wrinkled, weaker and older. Contrarily, The Captain looked younger, stronger and taller. âYeees! Yeees! Your strength is mine!â he screamed. His pecs bulged out of his ribcage, tightening the skin around them and becoming incredibly shredded. His abs transformed into even more pronounced blocks, and his waist shrinked. His shoulders and back expanded to the sides, while his spine went upwards. The round and hard biceps turned into gigantic mountains of steel-like flesh. His forearms were bulging out with muscle. The Captain just kept flexing and moaning with an egocentric smirk. His cock rose up from below the single cloth he was wearing. The genital was clearly enlarging too, pushing upwards as it leaked huge amounts of precum. Next to the Captainâs balls, his thighs were thickening. Oliver just knew his legs were the size of his own torso now. Even the manâs calves seemed stronger than ever before, gaining an almost diamond like shape. âThis is what true power isâ the Captain roared while the bodies of the crew members dropped to the floor, now nothing more but dead skeletons. The muscular man flexed, and then some more. Impressive muscles exploding everywhere, he looked full of energy and health. âNow, who will serve!?â he said in such a deep commanding tone that even Oliver felt like sobbing. The Captain was standing proudly in front of them, arm extended and biceps flexed. His enormous pecs were rising up and down as he breathed like an enraged bull. âI will serve you, my Captain!â cried out one of the pirates. The rest followed, bowing to the muscular man and praising him nonstop. Marcus and Oliver looked at each other with panicked eyes. They had a certain amount of pride, but they were not stupid. Both of them kneeled quietly, fading among the rest of the adoring crew. âVery well! I see you are the wise onesâ said the Captain, his voice resonating across the halls âTake them to the dungeons. I will find fitting tasks for them later onâ The atlanteans grabbed the pirates and lifted them up with ease. They were stronger than any average man, yet they now seemed simple in comparison to the Captain. Oliver was getting carried away when the Captain suddenly stopped flexing and locked eyes with him. The piercing blue iris felt as if they were looking into his soul, which they probably were. The blonde boy swallowed and felt himself going pale. âOh noâŚâ he thought. âWait!â commanded the Captain âThat one stays in the palace. He might be my new servant, but you must treat him like a prince, understood?â The atlanteans just nodded at him âLock him up in one of the royal rooms. Be sure to meet all of his needs. I will deal with him laterâ He then ignored everyone else and began flexing once again, touching his body and jerking off. Oliver didnât know what the Captain was planning, and he for sure didnât want to know. He was going to escape from this cursed place, no matter what. And he knew that Marcus was thinking the same. 13 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 4, 2021 Share Posted August 4, 2021 Oh what the Captain did actually worked and he is now the one in control of the lost city. Most of teh crew had died and only a few remain will Marcus help or guy scape? withh they be okay after all of this? Cant wait to read whats next 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chilis Posted August 11, 2021 Author Share Posted August 11, 2021 Part 4  The room that served as Oliverâs prison was beyond majestic. The bed was wide enough for three people⌠maybe two if they were atlanteans. Decorations of pearls, sea shells and shiny stones were placed all over the walls. There was a long table with white chairs that appeared to be made with some kind of coral. A bubbling bath was in the middle of the room. Oliver was surprised to find fish swimming inside it, despite the water being very warm. Behind the tub, a balcony faced the immense jungle. The blonde boy looked over it, finding out that he was many floors above the golden city. The view was impressive. All kinds of animals could be seen flying across the sky or walking through the paths of Atlantis. Was that a reptile bird-thing gliding over the trees!? Oliver walked to the door. It was a tall greenish structure that looked way too heavy to be moved, even if it hadnât been locked. The pirate boy analyzed it closely, trying to find a way to break through it. He was lost in his thoughts about escaping when all of the sudden someone opened the gate and walked in. Oliver flinched and stumbled back. He took a position of combat, ready to fight whoever was intruding his lockup. âStep back or I willâŚ!!! OhâŚâ Oliver blinked with uncertainty. An atlantean girl stepped in, carrying a silver tray full of all kinds of fruits and meat. Maybe it was because he had been at sea too long with only men, or because she was beautiful, but Oliver found himself getting hard instantly. The woman had the common blue skin tone of her people. She had a thinner frame than the males, but her body was still incredibly muscular and tall. Her hair was so long it reached her lower back. She was wearing nothing else but the same cloth that the men wore. Her breasts were naked, and Oliver could not take his eyes off them. They were the biggest boobs he had ever seen. âI⌠H-hello⌠Y-you⌠IâŚâ Oliver could only stutter at the beauty in front of him. The atlantean only gave him an unbothered look. She walked towards the table and placed the tray on it. âThe Captain wishes you to be well fed,â she said. Her voice was certainly feminine, yet very imposing, like a warrior âHe has sent me to serve you as you please. Your order is my command, sir Oliverâ She bowed. Oliverâs face instantly turned red. She was there to be his servant? His perverted mind began fantasizing about all kinds of scenarios. His lips turned into a goofy smile. He was probably attempting to look flirty. âWell, t-thatâs fantastic. Maybe we can start w-with a⌠um⌠a bathâ he pointed at the tub. The atlantean gave a quick glance at the bath. It was impossible to know what she was thinking, with such an emotionless face. She raised an eyebrow and turned to see Oliver, analyzing him up and down. She then moved towards the door and stuck her head out in the hall. Her firm glutes were at full display for the blonde boy, and he just stared at them with a stupid enamored expression. Oliver was so distracted that he didnât even notice when she promptly smashed the door closed and stomped stomped towards him. The woman kicked him in the gut out of nowhere. The pirate boy flew across the room and splashed into the tub. âWhat the hell!?â he yelled, water pouring from his hair. âYou think you can just look at a woman like that!?â the atlantean protested. Her face was now very emotional, obviously contracted with rage âI am Laria, the Man Breaker! I have defeated more enemies than an average human sees in their lifetime! I am the bravest warrior of Atlantis!â She walked to Oliver. With only one hand, she pulled him out of the bath and lifted him. The boy just gasped in fear while his feet levitated above the floor âYou will show respect, or I will crush your skull with my bare hands!â âW-what!? I thought you were a palace servant!â Oliver cried out. The atlantean eyes narrowed with hatred. However, she just threw the boy on the floor and crossed her arms. âI am⌠Because of you, stupid worm!â she said. âWait, what? How is that my fault?â Oliver answered, rubbing his head in pain. âBefore you and your ugly friends arrived, I was a proud soldier of Atlantis!â Laria explained âBut all of that got ruined when that idiot Captain arrived!â She sighed, her fury swiftly turning into sadness âWe knew about the prophecy of the Pearl of Neptune. It was said that a brave hero of pure heart would face heroic trials to arrive here. He was meant to be a perfect being, destined to take the throne of Atlantis with the seaâs blessingâ She rolled her eyes âSuch fools we were. At first I thought this so-called Captain was truly the man of the prophecy. But his arrogance and cruelty are not worthy of Atlantisâ greatness! He is a pest!â She roared and punched a wall, making a hole in it. Oliver just swallowed âHe has deceived my people. They all believe him to be the new ruler of Athlantis because of that magic pearl of his. Are they scared? Or stupid? I do not know. But now I have to be the maid of some wimp like you! They would cut my head off if I didnât obey orders from the throne!â Oliver took a moment to digest all of what Laria had said. He stood up, his clothes still wet. His pathetic skinny frame could be seen as the fabric attached to his skin. He felt a little embarrassed to be so weak compared to the amazing woman in front of him. âListen, that sucksâ he told her âBut I like the Captain as much as you do. Which is nothing at allâ His eyes briefly moved to the right, having a quick moment of doubt about what he said. Laria observed him with curiosity âArenât you his pet?â Oliver frowned, offended âNo, I am not! People canât be pets!â âHe said you are his petâ âI am nobodyâs petâ âAre you sure? You are totally fragile like a newborn darliekâ âI donât even know what that is!!!â The atlantean just smiled at him, and then began laughing âMaybe I had the wrong idea about you. I like your attitude, tiny oneâ Oliver inhaled air out with annoyance âDonât call me that. I am not that small!â Laria chuckled and rubbed his hair playfully âWhatever you sayâ The blonde boy just shaked his arms in the air, trying to get her off. She was obviously too strong for him to actually attempt to push her away. When Laria finally stopped, Oliver approached the door. âWhat are you doing?â the girl asked. âWhat do you think? It is obvious you are not on the Captain side. I am getting out of here, getting my friend Marcus, and kicking the Captainâs assâ Oliver tried to push the door. It was so heavy that his face started to turn purple from the effort. Laria just watched for a few seconds, and then laughed out loud. She moved next to him and opened the door effortlessly. âI suppose I am helping you. Canât let such a puny creature to go around trying to dethrone peopleâ Oliver gave her an irritated stare and walked outside without saying anything else.  Finding the dungeons was not a difficult task when an atlantean was guiding you. Laria took Oliver across the many halls of the palace. They still had to hide everytime time they encountered a guard, as the blonde boy was supposed to be a prisoner in his room. Still, the duo arrived at the cells quicker than Oliver had expected. The first cells they inspected were full of atlanteans criminals. They would just growl at them, or ignore them. Others would stare at Oliver, trying to figure out who or what he was. The blonde boy was surprised to see that these prisoners were not like the people in the city. They were mostly shorter, skinnier and even sick looking. âWhatâs wrong with them?â he asked Laria. âThey are deprived of the holy watersâ she simply answered. Oliver tried to get her to tell him more, but she cut him off and told him to focus. They finally found the section with the pirates after a long walk through the dungeons. Many of them were missing, while the rest seemed to be beaten up to the point that they could not stand. Oliver felt sad for them, but his objective was to rescue Marcus first. He could come back for the others after defeating the Captain. âOver here!â said Laria âIâve found himâ The blonde boy rushed to her side. Marcus was sitting calmly in a single prison cell. He smiled widely when he saw Oliver, showing his rotten teeth. âAyeee! If it isnât my good friend with the pretty green eyes! How are ya doing?â he cheered. Oliver smiled back at him and turned to Laria âHow did you know it was him?â âHe told meâ Laria answered. âThis one is not like the other guards, ya see!â Marcus commented âShe did not not look at me like a dirty dog when she noticed me. I just have to introduce myself to a lovely lady when I see her, ya knowâ Laria shrugged. Oliver just giggled. âIâm glad you are ok. How is it that they didnât beat you up like the rest?â Marcus winked at the pirate boy âI have my ways. Some bargains, a little bit of lying. These atlanteans are as corrupted as any filthy pirate Iâve metâ Laria grunted at him âWatch your mouthâ Marcus lifted his arms up in a defeated pose âAight, aight! Maybe not all of yâallâ âHow are we getting him out of here?â Oliver asked. Laria simply grabbed the cell metal tubes and bent them to the sides. Her arm muscles bulged up with size, showing the power they had. Oliver just watched open mouthed while the woman showed that incredible feat of strength. âI like your new friendâ Marcus exclaimed while he stepped out of the cell âNow, whatâs your plan, bad boy?â âUuh⌠I-I donât know. I didnât think Iâd get so farâ Oliver babbled. Laria smacked the back of his head âOuch!!!â âI canât believe you two reached Atlantis without dying!â she said âI know what we will do. I will give you some of the Holy Watersâ âSome of the hoohoo what?â Marcus questioned. âHave you not noticed that everyone in Atlantis is in perfect condition?â Laria responded âWe are immortal, strong and beautiful. Thatâs thanks to the magic water that flows through the sacred lands of Atlantis.â Oliver felt his heart beating faster. Was it possible that he could become strong like the atlanteans? He then realized that he hadn't had a single drop of water since he arrived on this island. Maybe there was a possibility... âEveryone here drinks the holy waters as if it was a mundane task. There is plenty of itâ Laria continued âIt doesnât make us as strong as the Captain. Yet if you two could transform and not be as pathetic as you are, maybe we would have a chance against him together. We should at least attempt to steal his ring... with the Pearl of Neptune on it, of courseâ âWait a minute, wait a damn minuteâ Marcus interrupted âHow do you know this peepee water works in non-atlanteans. I bet the Captain has drunk some of it by now. He didnât seem to be affected by it last time I saw him, he ainât blue or anything!â âI heard atlanteans were like normal humans thousands of years agoâ Laria explained âMust be a thing of luck. Some can be affected by it, others notâ She then grabbed both guys from the back of their shirt and lifted them up. The woman started running, carrying them both like kittens. âWhat are you doing!?â Oliver complained. âThere is only one way to find out if the holy water works,â Laria said. âWe havenât even agreed to this plan!â Oliver protested. âDo you have any other ideas? The Captain is already stronger than any atlantean here!â Laria declared. Oliver didnât know what to respond âI am taking you both back to the royal room. I left some of the Holy Water on the tray I brought youâ She paused for a second, and then said to herself âMaybe I shouldâve given it to you before coming down hereâŚâ  Oliver sat on the bed with the cup of water in his hands. Was this it? Would he stop being a skinny little boy so easily? He looked over to Marcus, who was standing next to Laria and the coral table, receiving his own drink. The blonde boy could not imagine Marcus with a different boy. Would he look silly? Better? âWell, go ahead. The more we wait, the stronger the Captain is gettingâ Laria said âI heard heâs been draining some of the atlantean servants. We cannot allow such villany!â âThis doesnât look any special, mâladyâ Marcus was inspecting the water with one eye closed. He looked unimpressed âWell, itâs just waterâ Laria answered âBut magical!!!â She added while moving her fingers dramatically âJust swallow, dummies. There are no bad side effects, anyways. Besides hydratation, I guessâ Oliver took a deep breath. He remembered his time in the ship, inside the Captainâs cabin. How badly he had wanted to have his body. How much he wished to be full of hard, strong muscles. The pirate boy felt his dick swelling. He was finally becoming strong enough to demand respect. He was going to be HUGE! âAight! Deep it goes...! Cheers!â Marcus exclaimed, and swallowed the water in one go. Oliver smiled and began sipping his own cup, drinking slowly but steady. He let the water fill his being, refreshing his insides. He then dropped the empty glass on the bed and waited. He was expecting some exhilarating sensation inside him, but he felt just⌠normal. One minute passed, then two. Five. Ten. Nothing seemed to be happening. He started feeling greatly disappointed. âUuuh⌠thatâs freakyâ Marcus said unexpectedly. Oliver turned to see him. He raised his eyebrows, not believing what was going on. Marcus' skin was turning slightly blue. However, it was not only that; the rest of his body was changing too. His hair got longer and turned a deep dark green. He seemed to be stretching up, becoming a little taller than Oliver. His dirty beard disappeared, and his disgusting face began looking younger. Even attractive. His teeth transformed into healthy white bones. His wrinkles and eyebags faded. Marcus was just breathing intensely. He walked to one of the small mirrors that decorated the room and admired his changes. âI havenât felt like this in years!â he shouted with energy. His fat round belly was now deflating to the point that he became skinny. Then his body started filling up a little, but this time of muscle. He quickly was looking a little more athletic than Oliver. His clothes seemed to be too baggy for him now. With a joyful face, the pirate stripped down his outfit and stood proudly with only his grey undies. Marcus just stared at his reflection, shocked with the view of his now youthful face. âWell, thatâs a good change,â Laria said. Oliver noticed she was looking at Marcus with a⌠lustful expression!? âWhy does he look like that? Wasnât he supposed to just become stronger?â Oliver questioned, with a subtle tone of jealousy. âNo! I got youngerâ Marcus declared, and Oliver shook his head at him with confusion. That voice sounded way too juvenile, not the usual raspy tone he had. âYou were certainly better looking in your earliest years, Marcus,â Laria remarked âWhat even happened to youâ âErr, ya know. The sea is not kind to some olâ pirate bones like mineâ he then lifted up his arm and flexed in the mirror. His arms were not huge, but they were sturdy and beefy enough to display some biceps with volume âI guess thatâs not the case anymore though! I feel like I can take whatever Neptune sends against me, ha-ha!â He then turned to the other two with his arms on his waist. Oliver hadn't noticed that Marcus now looked around his age. And he was just not an average young man, but an incredibly handsome one. He had a gorgeous face, with a defined jawline and gorgeous brown eyes. His body seemed fit and toned in the right places. The gross and messy body hair he used to have was gone, only some remaining on his abs, chin, legs and armpits. Oliver was amazed by how much the old pirate looked like him... for the exception of being more attractive, or having green hair and blue skin. Had this Marcus always been hidden under the fat, age and bad hygiene? Was this truly the same person? âSo the water made you um⌠cuter?â Oliver asked, scratching his head. âNo, no, pretty eyes. I used to look like this when I was your age! Except for the uh⌠blue stuffâ Marcus answered. Oliver blushed at being called âpretty eyesâ. The pirate had called him that for years, but this time it was a cute guy version of him doing so. It felt different. âSo how is that nothing happened to me!?â Oliver grumbled. âI told you there was a chance that nothing would happen!â Laria said âIt clearly worked with Marcus, which is great. At least we have one more asset against the Captain. Still⌠I think he needs more of it. He didnât become a full atlanteanâ She grabbed the cup that Marcus had used, and poured some more water in it. He handed it over to the rejuvenated pirate. âAre you sure this is safe?â Oliver commented âThat looked very intense. Maybe we should leave Marcus as he isâ âAnd what about the Captain?â Laria nagged him âHave you forgotten about him? If you are staying like a wimp, we need Marcus to become stronger. This is not enough!â She crossed her arms âBesides, he will need to drink water eventually. I am sure you are staying in Atlantis for a while...â Marcus nodded âShe has a point, pretty eyes. I canât wait to get out of here just to drink some water. Iâll dehydrateâ Oliver was about to object, but Laria just lifted Marcusâ arm, encouraging him to drink. The pirate took the water gladly, and vigorously swallowed the liquid. He finished and dropped the cup on the floor. âOooh⌠I can feel it yâall!â Marcus yelled. His chest was starting to move faster while his breath intensified. He spread his stand and clenched his fists. Oliver noticed he was getting a boner under his grey undies. The pirate grunted and the growth began. His body started stretching upwards, gradually getting taller until he was two and a half heads above the blonde boy âThis is fantastic! I feel like I am becoming a superior version of myself! I just feel⌠aargh! So perfect!â Marcus was showing his teeth from the effort of enduring his increasing size. His delt muscles pushed wider, while his waist was shrinking to give his body an aesthetic figure. The manâs neck was expanding, turning voluptuous and defined. His chest exploded outwards once, the flat chest gaining a round shape. Then it started pumping violently and it became larger, gigantic pecs appearing from his ribcage. âSo big! Aaarrgh!â Perfectly formed abs hardened on his stomach, a V shape getting more defined by the moment. Marcus raised his arms and flexed. The pirateâs forearms thickened. His athletic biceps transformed into powerful mountains, the fibers of the muscle visibly pushing against the stretched skin. His triceps were not left behind, turning into enormous masses of muscle. Oliver was sure that those arms were now bigger than both of his together âI feel so⌠POWERFUL!â Marcus growled. The pirate could not stop posing and feeling his growing body, his dick pushing hard against the cloth of his undies and leaking precum. He slightly squatted to allow his legs to follow the rest of his torso. His thighs gained incredible weight and changed into beefy pillars. His calves tightened and obtained a round shape with more muscle than Oliverâs whole leg. Marcus finally ripped off his underwear with his bare hands, letting his cock rise up proudly. The dick shaked and started to become larger, every throb making it leak huge amounts of liquid and reach further up. His balls dropped down as they got heavier and bigger. The pirate was sweating and looked exhausted, but he had a big smirk. âLook at me! I am so young, so hot, so strong. So muscular!â Marcus was flexing and staring at his own body with amazed eyes âBy the tide Gods, this makes me really horny. Really, really hornyâ He looked at Laria and Oliver, and a malicious grin showed up on his face. âOh, donât even think about it!â Laria looked at him with mixed feelings of arousal and exasperation. Marcus just chuckled and approached her. The pirate was now bigger than her, and obviously stronger, which was a lot to say. He just grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to her knees. Laria looked to be resisting, but not that much... She was clearly attracted to the man. The girl dropped to the floor defeated, and Marcus swiftly pushed his cock inside her mouth. The atlantean began sucking between moans, her breasts bouncing at the powerful thrusts of Marcus. âThere is no time for this! Stop!â Oliver approached them. He was feeling⌠jealous? He had never thought of Marcus that way. But seeing him now, with a god-like body and such a gorgeous face⌠It was difficult to resist him. âI need this, pretty eyes!â Marcus said while he tilted his head up, enjoying the blowjob. Without even looking at Oliver, he snached him, easily lifted him up, and hugged the boy against his body. Oliver gasped and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Marcusâ embrace reminded him of the Captainâs abuse. Yet this time it was different. His old friend was being gentle with him, caressing the blonde boyâs body with affection. It appeared as if the pirate was attracted to him too, not just himself. Marcus was flexing kindly wherever Oliver touched and squished. It was as if Marcus was letting the blonde guy enjoy his body as much as he was enjoying himself. It felt as if he wasnât forcing Laria and Oliver to worship him; everyone was experiencing this as if it was just what was naturally meant to happen. Marcus was a muscle god now, he deserved this. âMmmph!â Oliver was starting to feel aroused. Marcus' muscles were so hard, so huge. The blonde boy could feel Lariaâs head under him, intensely sucking the muscle man. Marcus was just pushing his cock against her mouth, while hugging Oliver and grunting with pleasure. Eventually, the muscle pirate pulled Oliverâs head and began kissing him. The smaller guy would just moan and rub his hands across his friendâs body, his legs around the big guyâs waist. Marcus would flex, letting both of them feel how hard and muscular his body was. âMmmh! Mmmph!â Marcus finally felt like approaching climax. He was pushing against Lariaâs mouth so fast that the woman was even screaming of arousal. Marcus pressed his arms around Oliver so tight that the blonde boy felt overwhelmed by his immense strength and size. Oliver broke the kiss and screamed âYou are a powerful muscle god, Marcus!â That did it for the pirate. He roared, flexing his whole body while squishing Oliver, and came with endless loads of dense cum inside Lariaâs throat âFuck yeah! Fuck yeah. So strong! So godlyâ Marcus yelled and he finally let go his two sex subjects. Oliver dropped on his back, breathing with exhaustion. Laria seemed better, but she was still blushing and trying to clean the cum in her face and lips. Marcus was simply standing with his muscle pecs pushing out, still full of energy. He continued flexing, looking with pride at himself and what he had done. His blue skin was looking perfect, healthy, and was shining from sweat. âNow we take down the Captainâ Marcus said with a leadership tone that Oliver had never heard from him before. 10 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 11, 2021 Share Posted August 11, 2021 Yassssssss Marcus had change into a betetr version of himself but why didnt Oliver? and they finally got to act on their sexual tension lol. Marcus clearly desired Olievr but his age and his appearance wasnt the best to go for the green eyes guy. I liek teh adition of this warrior lady that is helping them she is a force. One that they will need agains the captain 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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