Lexfan Posted November 5, 2021 Share Posted November 5, 2021 I am dubious the next chapter ends with "and they lived happily ever after." 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted November 6, 2021 Share Posted November 6, 2021 4 hours ago, Lexfan said: I am dubious the next chapter ends with "and they lived happily ever after." Even better! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted November 11, 2021 Share Posted November 11, 2021 Can we hope for a sequel? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Caliban11 Posted November 14, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 14, 2021 Part 4 After his chest session Johnny was feeling invincible. He was fucking Superman. He swaggered into the locker room, massive and unbeatable. The locker room was empty, but there was a pile of clothes strewn across a bench, and Johnny heard the shower running. The gym still had its old-school communal shower, and for a split second Johnny thought about stripping down and sauntering in right there and then. He imagined Adam’s face when he turned around and saw the brick shithouse that was Johnny right up in his face. But then he thought again. Nah. Bit gay. The locker room was pretty much unchanged since Johnny had last been there four years before, with the beaten-up lockers and the smell of lynx and piss. The only addition was a massive mirror down one end. For posing, Johnny guessed, and he grinned as he caught his reflection and threw up a quick single bi. Fucking size of that! He had some time on his hands. He walked towards the mirror. He’d been using his tank to wipe away some of the sweat from his pumped upper body. Now he lifted his huge right arm and used the rag on his deep pit. Fuck, he looked good. He’d once had a girlfriend who had begged him to shave his pits and chest. When he did it she’d squirted immediately, but Johnny had felt like a fucking ken doll. He’d said he’d never shave again unless he was competing. The beast looking back at him in the mirror now was some true alpha shit: Deep hairy pits and a light covering of dark hair over his round pecs. He draped his soaked tank over a nearby locker and hit some poses. Adz was gonna piss himself when he saw this. The sound of the water from the shower continued. Johnny saw the pile of clothes that must belong to Adz, strewn messily all over the bench and the floor. Johnny sauntered over and spied a pretty worn stringer vest, faded yellow and even more threadbare than it was designed to be. Johnny picked it up. It had a bit of blood spattered over the front – that must have been the blood Gus had mentioned. There was no size label any more, but the stringer looked pretty big to him. Then a thought came to him: What would Adam do when he came out of the shower and found a massive muscle freak wearing his own stringer? How pathetic would he feel when he saw what it looked like on a real bodybuilder? Johnny smirked to himself and pulled it on. He’d been right, it was big. Actually it was huge. Johnny usually wore a large or XL. What was this, double-X L? Triple? Fuck. Johnny realised: Adz had got fucking fat! Johnny looked at himself in the mirror again. It was almost comical, this beefy bodybuilder drowning in this tent-like stringer. Johnny chuckled to himself and took it off again. Jesus, what a fucking loser! The old bully, still living his dead-end life in this dead-end town, only now he was fucking obese as well! Johnny came up with a new plan. He was going to stay in front of the huge mirror hitting poses. When Adz finished in the shower he’d have to walk behind Johnny to get to his gear. Then the fun would start. In fact – why not show off everything? Johnny stripped off his bottoms and stood in his pants. His quads were like fucking tree trunks. Yeah, the total package. He carried on hitting poses, grunting loudly as he forced himself to maintain the pose. He flexed harder, and started sweating again. Looking so fucken swoll! Insane chest pump! Lats so fucken thick! He was so in the zone that he didn’t notice when the water in the shower stopped. He was in the middle of an epic most-muscular when he saw the man from the shower finally emerge. Then the blood in his veins ran cold. Oh Jesus. No. No way. Oh holy Christ. No fucking way. The cunt was a fucking monster. The face was instantly recognisable as Adz. The cold blue eyes, the blond hair in the same old buzz cut, the same arrogant smirk. But Jesus fucking Christ. The rest of him was like a fucking mutant. First, his neck was wider than his head. What the actual fuck?! It was like a corded pillar of muscle. Thick as it was, it disappeared between a set of the biggest traps Johnny had ever seen for real. Like the lad was fucken half-gorilla or something. The sheer width of the lad was impossible for Johnny to take in. Huge delts exploded outwards – he had to be wider than the fucking door? Was that width even possible? And how the fuck could those arms still look proportionally massive? Biceps that looked like some fucking Hulk shit, huge veiny forearms thicker than most guys’ upper arms. “What you fucken starin at, cunt?” Adz stood there, a slab of barely contained aggression, dripping wet from the shower and wearing a Millwall FC towel round his waist. His voice was so fucking deep it almost sounded like he was putting it on. Johnny was still in his most-muscular pose, but he’d stopped flexing as he tried to take in the mass of the monster before him. The fucking chest! Smooth pecs which ballooned outwards and hung shelf-like over his ridged six-pack. Pecs which were each finished by large, fleshy pink nipples, obstructed from view slightly as the mass of each pec forced them to point downwards. A chunky gold chain looked kind of tight as it hung around that bull neck. Skin so pale it was like it had never seen natural sunlight. Like he was a fucking lab experiment: A slab of insane muscle and power that had been artificially engineered in an underground bunker somewhere. “Oi, dickhead! You wanna slap, bruv? Do ya?” His chin jutted out and his neanderthal brow darkened some more. He swaggered towards Johnny who stood rooted to the spot, and got right in his face. “What the fuck you starin at, boy? You getting a fucken hard-on?” He sniggered, then barged Johnny with his massive shoulder as he swaggered past him and over to where his gear was lying. Johnny was rocked back a few steps as he felt the heavy muscle behind the barge. Holy shit, he had some fucking power. As he went, Adz unwrapped his towel, and dumped it on the floor. Johnny’s eyes widened as he saw his arse. Huge, like the rest of him, and clearly his injection site of choice judging by the pock-marked pale skin. But holy fuck, it was rock solid. So fucking big. So fucking solid. Johnny quickly looked away before Adz saw him looking, Shit! Ok, so Adz was huge. Fucking huge. But so was Johnny… What he needed to do was man the fuck up and regain control of the situation. Take the initiative and put Adz on the back foot. Johnny breathed deeply and focused. Yeah, that was it – put this big fucker on the back foot. Ok, so he was big, and clearly used to getting what he wanted by intimidating the fuck out of the little men around him. But as soon as he was faced with a real challenge, he would fold. Johnny wasn’t just one of those lads in the gym. He was a real fucken alpha. He turned to face Adz again, who was pulling his pants on with his back turned to Johnny. Ok, fair play, thought Johnny. That back was fucking majestic. Wide and bulging as Adz moved to pull his pants up. But Johnny was massive too. Adz wasn't used to handling men like him, he wasn’t going to want to get into anything with anyone his size. Johnny stood his ground, and spoke in a deep, calm voice. “You know what mate? You're a fucking tosser. And a pussy.” Adz turned slowly, and stared at Johnny like he was an alien or something. “You what mate?”, he grunted. His chin jutted out even more, and his eyes darkened under that caveman brow. “You're a fucking pussy mate. Stacey said you was a pencil-dicked wanker. she didn't even know how the baby could be yours, she couldn't even feel you inside her.” Adam’s pale face flushed red, and his jaw clenched. But it looked like he was beginning to understand something. He started to smirk and said mockingly: “That Stacey bitch send you to bang me out? You the biggest she could find? Oh my days! Fuck bruv, you did not know what you was getting into!” Then he added: “That Stacey, she’s a fucken slut, blud, yeah? Fucken pussy like a bucket, blud! Or it is now I’m done stretchin her out, ya get me!” And his smirk grew wider. The blood roared in Johnny’s ears. He boiled when Adz started air-humping an imaginary Stacey, pretending to be holding her off the ground in his massive hands by her imaginary hips, and thrusting his crotch like a bucking bronco. Had he really fucked her in the air like that? Had she enjoyed it? “She didn’t think I was such a pussy when I was doing this to her, blud!”, Adz was sniggering. Johnny struggled to maintain his composure. “Bro, you’re such a pussy, you just fucked off like a little bitch,” he said. He placed his hands on his waist, and his own arms bulged impressively, and his hairy pecs heaved with the pump. “You gonna run away from me too, bro?” Adz stopped his air-fucking mime and looked at Johnny again. He was still smirking, but there was something in the look that said he was mildly impressed. His dense pecs twitched absentmindedly, first one, then the other, as he said: “Aw bruv, I is going to fuck you up well bad.” His eyes darted to something beside Johnny, and quickly focused back again. “But first,” and he started swaggering towards Johnny, “I needs to put some clothes on, innit.” And as he approached he reached out and grabbed Johnny’s tank that Johnny had left hanging over a locker after wiping off his sweaty pits. Adz sauntered over to the posing mirror and began to pull Johnny’s tank over his head. As soon as he’d started, it was obvious to Johnny how it was going to go down. He watched as Adz tried to put one arm in. But his opposite delt only spilled out the other side. He tried stretching the tank over the delt, but it didn’t even get close. He tried putting in both arms at the same time. But the flimsy tank got stuck at his shoulders before he’d even got it over his head. At last, after a struggle he got his head and both arms through the right holes. But now the tank was bunched up tight around his chest and lats. “Fuck, blud,” grunted Adz. “It's cutting off my fucken circulation!” He exhaled, and there was a ripping sound. “That’s better!” With a bit more space Adz was able to pull the tank down over his lats. At last it was on. Except it was so skin-tight on him that the material dug into his skin. His chest, delts and lats spilled out over it. “Fuck me! I can't even breathe properly!” Adz grunted again. “Do you know sumfin blud, I think this top is yours! It’s fucken small, like you!” And he looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. It was a comical sight, seeing this beast of a man making a size XL tank look like it was made for a little girl. He hit a double bi, and there was a ripping sound as more seams around the expanding lats bit the dust. Johnny's heart beat faster as he heard the slow ripping noise. He gaped at the size of those cannons. Easily 21 inches. Fucking mutant. Adz transitioned into a most-muscular with a guttural grunt, and the tank didn’t stand a chance: It split under both arms at once. “Yeah!” he roared as he crunched down even harder into the pose, and more seams ripped apart. “Fuck, yeah!” He stood upright and, bouncing on the balls of his feet like some super-heavyweight boxer, tore the tank off completely. It was like he’d just had a cocaine hit, such was the testosterone rush he was on. He hit some more poses in quick succession, grunting noisily into each one, before marching up to the dumb-struck Johnny. He got right into his face. “You gonna pay for kickin in my front door, boy,” he growled. “I just been washin off the blood of the last loser who fucked with me. That’s nuthin to what I’m gonna do to you.” He stepped even closer so his bare chest pushed against Johnny’s, forcing him to take a step backwards. Fuck, that chest! So fuckin full! Those bulging, smooth pecs making Johnny’s smaller, hairier pecs look weak, those big masculine nipples making Johnny’s little ones look like a prepubescent boy’s! “Let’s take this to the gym, boy. We gonna put on a show, innit!” And with that Adz span Johnny around and manhandled him towards the gym floor. 30 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ploder4 Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 Something tells me Adz knows exactly who hes fighting and will use that to his advantage. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 I have to say, the showdown was well worth the wait. Hoping for more should it continue. Getting really good! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 I hoppe Johnny is stroger than he looks. He is a beast himself and he will need everything to at least impress Adz. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xxxlalphabrute Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 Now you're talking, come on ADZ, put that puny wimp in his place. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lexfan Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 Johnny should make a strategic withdrawal and come back in six months even larger. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 8 minutes ago, Lexfan said: Johnny devrait faire un retrait stratégique et revenir dans six mois encore plus gros. Everything in the story shows us a determined Johnny. Unlike Adz, Johnny has every reason to fight fiercely. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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