Popular Post HeyDaddy01 Posted September 26, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted September 26, 2021 Chapter 1 – The Assistant I slowly replied, “come in,” to the loud knocking on my hospital room door. How am I ever supposed to recover when these people never let you get any rest? The door swung open, and a massive beast of a man entered my room completely filling the door frame. He was about 6’3 and well over 300 pounds of massive muscle that his scrubs strained to cover. He closed the door quickly (wait, did he lock the door too?) and turned towards me and started speaking from the entry area. His voice was one of those low bass, deep masculine sounds that hit that spot in my ear that goes from my brain to my dick in a microsecond. My brain was too focused on processing the visuals and couldn’t compute the audio. He was HUGE and handsome with a light bronze-colored skin tone, bald head, high cheekbones, full lips, a thick black beard, and deep brown eyes. His bull neck was anchored by high traps set like sloping mountain ranges that peaked up and dropped to each side of his incredibly broad shoulders. Wow, I have never seen shoulders that wide before in real life! The armholes in his scrubs had been slit to make room for the guns that shot out on each side, their thickness had to be in the 22+ inch range. And each bicep had a rope-thick vein that surrounded the gigantic muscle like it was fighting to constrain the mass but was losing the battle. As he spoke his hands moved to emphasize his words which caused his tremendous pecs to flex and pop under the tight confines of his scrubs. His pecs were so thick that the upper shelf could hold a 2-liter bottle of water upright without even flexing hard. He started walking into my room and stopped at the edge of the foot of my bed blocking the TV’s nightly baseball game. His quads were so huge that he had that bodybuilder waddle from having to rotate his hips to accommodate the mass movement from one leg to the other. But there was an even larger than normal obstacle in the dead center of his movement, a bulge that obscenely pushed outward and down his left leg, rotating with the movement and bouncing in its containment. Was that real? Did my eyes play tricks on me? The lower half of his freaky body was now below my view, blocked by the edge of my bed so I could no longer see that tantalizing bulge of man meat. The deep voice sound was no longer resonating in my ears, and I realized he was standing there waiting for me to respond to whatever he had just said. He had stopped speaking and was looking at me like I’m an idiot for not responding. “I’m sorry, Sir, but the meds they have me on, well, they make me very groggy. It takes me a few minutes to become fully aware and functional. Do you mind repeating all that?” “I understand” his voice once again hitting that sweet connection spot deep in my core. “My name is John and I work for Dr. Malik. Did you comprehend that statement?” he said with just a hint of irritation. “Yes, Sir, nice to meet you John, I’m Jason.” “Dr. Malik asked that I stop by in advance to do a pre-assessment on your condition to see if you may be a qualified candidate for his incredible program before he visits you later this evening,” John said as his right hand lifted my medical chart and began flipping through the pages. Every action of his huge muscles caused me to lose focus again and become entranced by the visual movement of his actions. Focus, Jason, focus! This man is here to do his job not to be your ultimate muscle worship fantasy! You’re a 50-year-old grown man, stop acting like a horned-up teenager! “Patient is a white male, 50 years of age, 5 foot 10 inches tall, 220 pounds, car wreck accident”, Big John recited into his mobile phone / recording device. “It says that you had some spinal damage with partial paralysis in both legs. But it appears you’re slowly gaining feeling in both legs, is that correct?” Oh My Thor! What is that aroma of pure sex, musk, and testosterone coming from this man? I took another breath, and the aromatic sensation went straight to my throbbing cock. Wait, what! I looked down and for the first time in months I had an erection tenting the sheet between my legs. That had not happened since the accident. I quickly covered it with my hands and tried to hide my hard dick from John’s eyes. “Uh, yea, um yes Sir, I’m slowly getting some feeling and movement in both feet, but I am not able to walk or move my legs on my own.” “Well, it looks like your little penis is working,” John said with a grin as he eyed me trying to cover my raging hard-on under the sheet. Little penis, what the hell, I don’t have a porn star dick but I’m a little above average at 7 inches. His cockiness and dominance were pushing all my buttons though! Nothing sexier than a true Alpha male! “Sorry, I’m embarrassed, Sir, and honestly this is the first erection I’ve had in a very long time. Not sure why it chose now to make an appearance?” Even though I clearly knew exactly why I had a steel pole throbbing between my legs, I didn’t want Big John to know it was all because of him, but part of me knew he realized his power. He knew. He was now standing to the side of my bed reviewing my chart. My eyes traveled down from those impossibly wide shoulders down the deep valley between his massive pecs and quickly to the monster meat strangely bulging from his groin and down his immense left quad. “Clearly, you’re excited by big muscles, is that correct little man?” and with that my eyes traveled quickly from that gigantic sleeping cock to the rising right arm that was curling upward into the classic muscle pose of a single bicep flex. John’s wrist tightened towards his shoulder and the bicep bunched into a circular ball of concrete before exploding upwards with the two peaks fighting for height. The triceps hung like slabs of hard beef under the elbow stretching the tight armband of the scrubs to the breaking point. “Oh, fuck yes! Wow you are so huge!” I grunted in amazement. Big John quickly dropped my chart on my bedside table and threw up his left gun to a matching double bicep pose that literally made me gasp for breath. His lats flared out so wide and thick I just knew his scrub top was going to rip at the seams. He rotated both wrists back and forth like he was priming the pump and then slammed hard into the flex, causing both peaks to rise again on both biceps! He held that flex hard and long, I could see sweat beads gathering on his skin and his deep muscle pits were already soaking the thin lining of the scrubs. He repeated this pose again and again, his arms becoming more pumped with each hard flex. Skin glistening from his sweat. I laid there completely immobilized and transfixed by the power and monstrous size of this beast of a muscle man. I took a deep breath, and again, the scent of his testosterone-fueled aromatic pits filled my nostrils, sending me into a sudden orgasmic state. My body convulsed as my orgasm hit me, I wasn’t even touching my throbbing cock, yet the intoxicating smell of this muscle god was forcing my seed out of my flared cock head and soaking the cover sheet with load after load. Once I regained myself, I looked down at the sticky wet mess and said, “Damn, how did you do that? Wow, I came from just looking at you flex and smelling your muscle pits!” “Yeah, gay guys love my sweaty scent, sends them into orbit, and makes them nut so fast. Glad you liked it, little man. Now, I need to scoop up that semen for a sample for Dr. Malik.” he said, as he pulled back the cover sheet and filled the large sample cup. “Definitely got more than I needed here, let me get you a washcloth to clean up, Big Shooter.” I looked down and was amazed at the volume I had shot. I’ve never been a big load shooter, but this was impressive by any standard! After the cleanup, Big John and I chatted a little bit more about my current condition, my muscle fetish and lifelong desire to grow massive, his bodybuilding history, and his wife and kids. He told me he had done some flexing and muscle worship for some gay men in the past when he needed extra money but that he was not sexually attracted to men. However, he said with that overconfident grin, the gays do pay extra big bucks to service this foot-long dick! OMG, I was rock hard again. “Can I see it? I’m obsessed with huge dicks almost as much as I am with huge muscles!” He reached to untie his scrub bottoms and said, “I have to have custom underwear made because it is so big, even soft, and I’ve got these balls the size of oranges.” With one quick motion, he shoved the scrubs down over his huge glutes and quads to the floor. Big John stood there in his custom-sized poser-style underwear with the bulge now bouncing free between his legs. He then turned around facing the other way and started to peel down his underwear over his muscular, basketball-size glutes. I would have given anything to be able to shove my face in that huge, hard ass! The thick hamstrings and quads flexed out as he bent over completely, slowly pulling the posers down seductively drawing my eyes with them. Over the diamond-shaped calves, and then stepping out, pushing the poser out of each of his gigantic feet. Jesus, everything about this man was just freaky huge! Just as his posers hit the floor there was a loud knock at my hospital room door. “It’s Dr. Malik, may I come in?” 46 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted September 26, 2021 Share Posted September 26, 2021 Great start! I will love to see how this one progresses! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted September 26, 2021 Share Posted September 26, 2021 Great start! I will love to see how this one progresses! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted September 26, 2021 Share Posted September 26, 2021 Oh, and for those who don't know: Heydaddy is a total freaking stud! I have known him online the better part of 20 years and can't believe I have never met him in person! His profile name should be Waaaaydaddy! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted September 26, 2021 Share Posted September 26, 2021 Awesome start! Loved it. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trio Posted September 26, 2021 Share Posted September 26, 2021 You had me at “test subject #5” 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post HeyDaddy01 Posted September 27, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted September 27, 2021 Chapter 2 – The Doctor For someone so freaky massive, Big John moved like a giant panther quickly and quietly to pull up his posers, stepped over, unlocked, and opened the door, and greeted Dr. Malik. The doctor entered the room but was completely blocked from my sight by the giant assistant. They spoke quietly for a few minutes before the doctor appeared and walked into my room. Dr. Malik was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with middle eastern swarthiness and style. At 6’1’’ and around 210 pounds, his professional doctor’s coat accentuated his well-defined muscles and stature. A thick, jet-black hairstyle that was combed back away from his face which was framed with square rimmed glasses which accentuated the square jawed face. He was clean shaven but by this time of the evening his 5 o’clock shadow was now a manly scruff that heightened his masculine looks. He was surprisingly younger looking than I expected and one of the hottest doctors I’ve ever seen. “Good evening, Jason, I’m Dr. Amir Malik.” he spoke with just a hint of an accent. “It is nice to meet you and I hope that my assistant has been treating you well.” As he glanced at the pant less Big John still standing near the doorway. “Hi, Dr. Malik, nice to meet you as well. And yes, John is incredible to say the least.” “Glad to hear, I’ve been reviewing your case files with your medical team, and we all concur that you are an excellent candidate for my test program. We believe my treatments will provide immediate improvement in your current condition; however, I am looking for a long-term commitment to my test program of 3 to 5 years.” He then asked Big John to take my semen specimen back to his lab assistant for processing and return with the results. Dr. Malik and I then spoke over the next hour about his program. He discussed all the details and requirements plus the expected results based off his previous candidates. I asked if Big John was one of his subjects and he said “Yes, John was test subject number 3 but was unwilling to complete the program beyond year 2. One of the effects of the treatment as you could clearly see is an increased growth not only in the musculature but also in the genitals. John’s wife demanded he stop the treatment because his large penis was causing too much pain during their lovemaking. When we started, John’s penis was 9’’ long when full erect and now he’s almost 13” and he must ejaculate at least three times per day, or his testicles will become too swollen and sensitive for him to function.” Dr. Malik kept speaking but I was stuck on the vision of that muscle beast and his 13-inch cock shooting his load from those gigantic balls! Speak of the donkey-dicked devil. A quick tap on the door and Big John entered the room and handed a sheet of paper to Dr. Malik. Damn, just the sight of him and his huge muscles was breathtaking. And there it was again, this time even stronger, that scent! It filled the room instantly and was like a warm familiar memory of every sweaty locker room from my youth. Big John had obviously hustled back from the lab as his skin was shiny with sweat and I could clearly see the telltale darker circles from those massive man pits. I took another breath and again, the instant orgasm took hold. My hands grabbed the mattress as my hard cock throbbed and released rope after rope of cream. It was like I had been edging my dick for hours and finally shot but this was an out of nowhere experience of ecstasy, equal to or even greater than a long jerk off session. When I finally regained composure, Dr. Malik and Big John were both smiling as they looked at my body covered in cum. Big John said, “sorry, little man, I should have cleaned my sweaty pits before entering your room.” I laughed and said, “don’t apologize, I’ve had two amazing orgasms and have not felt this good in a very, very long time!” Dr. Malik then pulled out his tablet from his briefcase and asked, “Jason, are you ready to change your life and commit to my 3-year program?” Without a single second of hesitation, “Yes Sir, this is a lifelong dream come true and I can’t wait to see how my body responds and grows massive!” “Great, we can start the initial surgical procedure tomorrow morning with the first spinal injection. John will get you prepped and ready. Do you have any final questions?” as he handed me his tablet and indicated the spot for my signature. “No, Doctor, I’m ready.” as I quickly signed and handed the tablet back to him. Dr Malik then turned to Big John and his eyes traveled down to the enormous protruding bulge between his tree trunk thighs. “John, prepare the patient per our normal protocols and have you ejaculated at all today?” Big John responded in his deep voice, “no Sir and it is becoming unbearable!” Dr. Malik then turned to me and said, “Well, I think Jason will happily volunteer to help ease your predicament. He is looking very thirsty!” And with that, Dr. Malik said his good nights and exited the room. At least, I think that’s what happened, I was completely focused on the huge bulge in Big John’s crotch and the thought of sucking that gigantic dick had become my only mission in life. The hospital could have been on fire around me and my eyes would not have moved from that trapped man meat inside those scrubs. Sensing my desire or his overarching need for release, Big John skipped the sexy striptease and quickly peeled off his scrubs and posers. Almost instantly this beast of a man was completely naked and on top of me. It was almost too much for my senses to even register and compute as his monster cock was like a guided missile to my open mouth. The giant head stretched my mouth open, and the smell of his sweaty pubes engulfed my nostrils. I reached out with both hands to grab the giant horsecock that was threatening to rip my jaws apart. He had climbed onto my hospital bed, straddling my torso with his massive thighs. His softball sized balls slapping my abs and chest with each thrust in and out of my mouthhole. I could only accommodate the giant head and a couple of inches and the rest I stroked with both hands. John’s huge paw was wrapped around the base of his missile holding it down aiming it at the target hole. I felt all 300+ pounds of beef on top of me forcing me to completely submit to his pile driving thrusts. His meat was covered in my spit as I continued to gag from the constant raping of my throat. I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen when the deep grunts started, and the swelling of his cockhead signaled his impending release. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I gasped for air to fill my lungs. His left hand forced my mouth open, and his right hand aimed the cannon at the back of my throat. What happened next was unbelievable as the cum shot out of his monstercock in a steady, unstopping river. It was like he was pissing cum into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed but was unable to keep up with the volume being pushed out of those swollen balls. After what seemed like minutes, the river flow paused and then a second stream of cum came flying out just like before. This stud didn’t shoot in intervals of seconds but instead in minutes. Over and over, my gut was extended from swallowing so much of his seed and my face and hair were completely saturated with his thick juice. After about 10 minutes, he finally ceased the stream and was only leaking out a typical man’s cum load. He sat back on his haunches and slapped his still rock-hard cock on my chest. At this point, I couldn’t open my eyes but I’m sure I looked like one of those guys in a bukkake video who had 30 dudes cum on his face. I felt a cloth across my eyes and was finally able to open them. He was then scooping all his cum into my still forced open mouth and ordering me to swallow every drop. “Don’t waste any of my precious load, little man.” After I had swallowed it all, he began flexing his massive muscles in a most muscular pose. The veins like roadmaps over the freaky thick pecs and his delts and traps swelling larger with each flex. Big John then leaned forward, extending both of his massive arms up and then quickly bent down toward my face placing both of his sweaty, hairy muscle pits only inches from my face. The influx of his musky scent sent me into overdrive. 49 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post HeyDaddy01 Posted September 28, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted September 28, 2021 (edited) Chapter 3 - The Orderly I woke up to the sound of Nurse Eddie flipping on the brutal overhead fluorescent lights and chatting nonstop like he typically does every morning. “Beautiful morning and time to wake up and make it the best day of your life…” He was a walking and talking nonstop plethora of hallmark cards and inspirational posters. As my only male gay nurse, we had a great connection and chatted for hours most days. Except he knew I was not a morning person and right now I hated him with every fiber of my being. As he raised my bed forcing me to sit upright and become awake to the world, I wondered what the hell happened last night? Was it all a dream? Was it real? I thought back to the last thing I remembered was Big John’s huge, hairy, muscle pits only inches from my face and I could still smell his incredible, manly musk and my cock started to throb. It had to have been real but what happened after that? I looked over at the wall clock and yelled out, cutting off Mr. Sunshine in mid soliloquy, “It is fucking five o’clock in the morning, why are you here?!?” Nurse Eddie froze, looked at me, looked at the clock, slowly walked to my chart clearly searching for an answer. “Ah, here it is, you have a procedure scheduled in one hour with Dr. Malik. I’ll need to get you prepped, shaved, and ready for a pickup at 6 am.” It was real! Oh my god, this is really happening! Immediately my typical sour attitude changed, and a huge smile spread on my face. “Now, that’s what I like to see.” Nurse Eddie said obviously speaking of my positive change in facial expressions. Instead, he yanked back my cover sheet and stood eyeing my throbbing hard cock. Surprised by the sudden exposure and reflexively reaching out for the covers, I stopped and also stared at my rock-hard boner. It was my dick, and yet it wasn’t. The length was just a little bit longer and the usual curve to the left had disappeared as it was pointing due north, straight as a steel pipe. But the biggest change was the increased thickness of the entire rod from base to flared head. I had always had a skinny pole, but this was a fat, throbbing, man’s cock with huge, angry veins running around the shaft and a mushroom head that was shiny with pre-cum. “This means you are getting sensation and connections in your lower extremities!” Nurse Eddie rattled on and on about my improvement and outlook for the future. All the while I fought the urge to grab my new thick meat with both hands and test drive the new model. '`Do you need to urinate before I start shaving you?” he said, bringing over the handheld urinal. “Wait, looks like I need to get the larger one, I didn’t realize you were such a grower!” He winked, still eyeing my fat cock. He quickly slipped out of the door, and I grabbed my meat with both hands feeling the newfound thickness forcing my grip so wide to where my fingers could not touch. Sweet baby jeebuz, this was a real man-sized cock and one I had dreamt of all my life. I gave it a quick stroke and then forced myself to release knowing that Nurse Eddie would return at any second. He returned with a larger topped urinal followed by the hunky Latino orderly, Juan, who I had been lusting after for weeks. Nurse Eddie handed me the urinal and asked Juan to take the covers to the hamper and then return to help him turn me over. They did all this, walking and talking, professionally doing their duties; but all the while their eyes were locked on my massive hard cock. Never being the shy one, I twisted my upper body to the right, forcing my unresponsive lower body to follow. Grabbed the large top urinal and slowly stroked my steel pipe with my left hand trying to aim the meaty head to the opening. “Juan, would you mind holding the urinal for me, this thing needs both hands to hold it steady?” In a flash, Juan was by my bedside and his large hands grabbing the urinal and holding it directly in the line of fire. I grabbed my engorged cock and aimed at the opening like I was at a county fair trying to raise the clown’s face with a water gun blasting the bullseye. Closed my eyes and let loose a stream of piss that hit the back of the urinal with a loud thud. As I continued releasing, the gallon sized urinal was almost ¾ full when Juan said, “I think we might need a backup or are you almost done?” I could tell my bladder was almost empty and I let him know no need to panic. With a few final strokes, I squeezed out the last of it and rolled my body back to the upright flat position. Juan capped my gallon sized urinal. Nurse Eddie retrieved the full urinal and said, “the horse cock pissed like a racehorse!” Emptying my bladder had no impact on my morning wood and all eyes were still locked on my throbbing cock. The precum faucet had turned back on and was causing a river of clear fluid to leak out of the slit across the fat head and down the side of the upright pole. Just then, Eddie’s phone buzzed, and he turned abruptly heading for the door. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes; Juan please assist the patient’s needs while I’m away.” The door closed and I turned to look at Juan who was still transfixed and I said in my deepest voice, “get over here boy and suck daddy’s fat cock!” His full lips and tongue were swallowing my meat in an instant. He was moaning and working my rod from tip to base, swallowing every inch deep in his throat. I’m not sure who was enjoying this more, the cock or the cocksucker! I watched as he teased the fat head with his tongue, licking the sensitive underside and then swallowing the entire 7+ inches to the base of my pubes. I could slightly feel his teeth scraping against me and I realized my dick was getting even thicker. He pulled off and grabbed the base with his hand, stroking my cock and licking the apple sized head. “It’s so big Papi” he moaned as he continued trying and failing to swallow the gigantic head of my cock. I could feel my balls pulling up and I murmured in ecstasy that I was about to shoot. He pounded my cock faster and placed his open mouth as the target for my release. The first shot was the longest, thickest rope of mancum that I have ever shot, lasting for several seconds in a steady release hitting the back of his hungry throat. The second, third, fourth, all stronger and longer than the previous until the fifth hit like I was driving cum into his mouthhole for at least 10 seconds. The ropes kept flying out and I lost count as the waves of euphoria took over me. Breathing heavy, I finally came back to focus and looked down at a smiling Juan licking the last drops of my cum leaking out of the fat head. “Wow Papi, that was amazing!” You’re telling me, I laughed and said, “thanks you were incredible and that felt so good!” Juan went to grab a warm cloth and we both stopped for a second when we realized my thick cock was still standing at full attention. Just then, Nurse Eddie entered and said, “I thought I told you to take care of that thing!” We both laughed and brought him up to speed, even though I felt satisfied I guess my dick wanted more attention. “Well, we don’t have time for round two. Help me flip him over so I can prep his lower back for the procedure.” Lying on my stomach, my new ultra-thick dick felt good throbbing on my abs and I couldn’t resist the grinding motion that increased the sensitivity. Eddie would repeatedly tell me to be still. Big John then entered the room, I couldn’t see him from my position, but I knew it was him from that intoxicating musk that filled the room. “Good morning, Jason”, damn his voice was so deep, “I have the anesthesiologist with me, and he will administer some medications to relax you before we take you over to our clinic.” I could see Juan to my side and his mouth was agape in awe of Big John and his uncut cock was stretched hard across his right hip. Wish I had played with that big dick when I had the chance. I think there were some more introductions and conversations, and I wanted to ask Big John what had happened last night and how did my cock get so thick and my orgasm so massive and... but honestly, I don’t remember anything after the liquid cocktail hit my IV and I went to my happy place and a restful, deep sleep. Edited October 17, 2021 by HeyDaddy01 30 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted September 29, 2021 Share Posted September 29, 2021 The three year progra, will turn him into a beast. I cany wait for his encounter with big Jhon after Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post HeyDaddy01 Posted September 29, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted September 29, 2021 Chapter 4 - The Driver What a week! To say the procedure was a success would be an understatement as it exceeded all my expectations. I had instantly regained all feeling and control in both legs and was up walking within hours. By the third day I was exercising in the weight room with light weights and high repetitions. Yesterday, I maxed out on barbell squats and leg press at the same levels I was lifting before the accident. My body had completely recovered, and my weight had regained from 185# to 200#, still about twenty pounds less than my typical weight before the accident, in one week! Dr Malik said that was expected as my muscles were brought back by his formula to their previous peak conditioning. I had relocated from the hospital ward to Dr. Malik’s treatment clinic in a nearby building adjacent to the hospital immediately after the procedure. But I had not seen Big John since that morning of my surgery as he and his family had been on vacation in the islands. The thought of Big John in a custom speedo emerging from the ocean caused my aching balls to pulse harder and my rock-hard cock to throb. I refocused on the task at hand and remembered Dr. Malik’s strict orders. “No sex, no masturbation, no orgasm for one week!” While I had dutifully complied, my subconscious and my fat cock had not. I awoke each morning to underwear soaked in jizz from the vivid wet dreams I had every night of orgies of bodybuilders in a nonstop dreamscape of muscle-on-muscle fucking. Dr. Malik said the nighttime release was fine and was the body's way of healing and reestablishing connections. All I know is I could not wait to grab this fat meat and release my aching balls of their seed. I was a walking, dripping, fully armed tomahawk missile primed for liftoff! I finished packing up my few items in the new backpack and put on the new tank top, shorts, and athletic shoes that Dr. Malik had provided for me. The clothes were all a little too big and loose, but he had said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be growing out of these in no time”. Even the size 12 shoes were larger than my standard size 11’s I had been wearing all of my adult life. Then I flashbacked to Big John’s gigantic feet and wondered what size he wore and why did that make another big glob of precum leak out of my fat cockhead? Dr. Malik then entered my room and we chatted briefly about my discharge instructions, my continued physical therapy and workout regimen, my extended short term disability from my job, and that I could finally unload my throbbing cock this evening after 6 pm. I was to orgasm at least 3 times per day and no more than 6 in a 24-hour period. I was to return for a follow up each week until my scheduled 3-month procedure, which would be the first of many quarterly procedures over the next 3 years. “I’ve hired a driver to take you home and he will be available for your transportation needs over the next few weeks. The only heavy machinery you are allowed to operate is in the weight room with your Trainer. Absolutely no driving until I give you the Ok.” Dr. Malik instructed as we began leaving the room and walking towards the lobby exit of his building. As we reached the front doors, Dr. Malik extended his hand, but I brushed it aside and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you, Doctor, you have saved me and given me back my life! I don’t know how I can ever repay you for all you have done for me”. With a pat on my butt and a hug back, he said, “Complete the study and follow my instructions is all I ask and that will be all I need”. Outside was a blue Mercedes S Class with the back passenger door open and a strikingly tall young man walking towards me. He looked and moved like a model off the runway in Milan. He was incredibly handsome with the darkest skin tone that contrasted starkly against the light blue collared shirt that snugly fit his muscular upper body. Tyson Beckford instantly came to mind, but this man was in his early 20s and was much taller at over 6’5”. “Good morning, Jason. Please allow me to carry your backpack” as he quickly slipped it from my shoulder to his large hand. “My name is David, and I will be assisting you over the next few weeks” as he guided me into the back seat of the luxury sedan and closed the door. He placed my backpack in the front passenger seat and then walked around the front of the vehicle to the driver’s side. My eyes were quickly drawn to the gorgeous bubble butt that filled out the dress pants that looked to be painted on his lower body. The image of my throbbing fat white cock parting those dark cheeks sent a tremble through my body and caused my pre-cum to leak through my underwear and gym shorts. My townhome address was preloaded in the navigation system, and we headed out. Along the drive we chatted, and I learned that David was a recent college graduate and he had started a personal training business and Dr. Malik had been a generous investor in his new venture. He had been a two-sport athlete in college playing basketball and baseball but wasn’t good enough to get into the pros. He was considering getting his masters in exercise physiology but wanted to take a year to work on his business before taking that next step. We arrived at my place and David again carried my backpack to my door even though I felt fully recovered and could have easily managed the lightweight pack. It was nice having a young stud assisting me. My home still had unpacked boxes in every corner as I had recently relocated to Houston from my long-time home in Atlanta for a new position with a new firm. I had only been to the office one day when the accident happened as I was leaving the office. “Why don’t you go rest for a while before we train at 3 pm”, David said as he guided me towards my oversized sofa in the living room. “I’ll grab my stuff and get settled in the guest room.” I guess David saw the surprised look on my face. “Yes, Dr. Malik arranged for me to be a full-time driver and assistant during your recovery period. Not only am I your trainer but I’m also your personal assistant and will take care of all of your needs.” His eyes then floated down to my throbbing cock clearly tenting the loose gym shorts and staining a large circle where the head was threatening to bust through the material. “Sounds great!’ was all I could muster before David turned quickly and exited out to retrieve his stuff. I must have fallen asleep because when I came to David was working nearby unboxing some books and placing them on the built-in bookcase. He was completely naked except a well-worn, old-school jock that had originally been white but was now a faded gray. The haggard pouch carried a substantial package that one would imagine a 6’5’’ tall, muscular black stud would stereotypically possess. As he turned, the framing of that muscular bubble butt with the withered straps made me throb. His body was a finely tuned machine with hard muscles displayed from head to toe. He had clearly been working for some time as he was covered in sweat, his movements were a beautiful dance of symmetry and strength as he lifted full stacks of books from the box and then critically displayed each in the bookcase. I realized I had subconsciously been stroking my aching thick cock as I secretly watched and was very close to erupting when I remembered my orders and quickly released my grip. The sound of my fat pipe hitting my abs was loud enough for David to hear above his music in his earbuds as he turned back to me and said, “how was your rest?” “It was great! Damn, you have a beautiful body!” I said grabbing my thick rod and slowly stroking it. “Thanks daddy,” he replied with a mischievous smile. He put down the books in his hands and walked over to me. Towering above me like a giant beast, his sweat soaked jock expanding with the entrapped club stretching the tattered threads. I sat up and my mouth was only inches from his bulging pouch when he reached down and placed his huge hand under my chin and raised my face to look at him above. The 8-pack was smooth, hard, and deep, leading to thick pecs with little pointy nipples, up to that beautifully handsome face and those full kissable lips. This was not a tender ‘our eyes met’ romantic setting. No, this was a young strong man with a firm grip on my head controlling the moment and establishing his dominance. His look was determined, and he spoke in a militaristic voice, “Play time will come later, release that grip on your dick, and refocus that energy. We are leaving in 5 minutes for the gym.” I exhaled and immediately let go of my throbbing cock. The thrill of submission washed over me, and I felt a happiness and understanding envelope me that this young man was now in control. 30 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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