dominance Johnny's Bully (complete)

[Ro20316]

I have a feeling things are not gonna go as plan..

It looks like Adam has done some growing too.

This reunion can go either way

[Guest]

Promising continuation with a beautiful writing and a rising suspense.
Johnny seems determined to settle his scores, but I feel that Adam Gunner has become even more dangerous than before.

Strongly the continuation and the meeting.

[xxxlalphabrute]

Seems like Johnny the wimp is going to get his ass handed to him again, the bigman Adz is going to show that pencil neck who the alpha is.

[ploder4]

Or, huge is just a perspective from people much smaller than the both of them.  They don't know what huge really means.  Johnny could walk in and just make all of them into paste.  End of story.  Or maybe have a growth-a-thon between them.  Lol

[Lexfan]

Obviously, Johnny and Adam are going to be lovers.

[Guest]

I think it would be weird to turn so much hate into love. It might be possible but over a very long transition. I see them more as two sworn enemies. Either the author quickly ends his story, or he further develops their evolution with a race to the one who will be the strongest.

[Wrestlejock646]

Bring. It. On!

[Caliban11]

Part 3

Even though it was the middle of the day on a Friday, the gym was heaving. As Johnny parked and got out of his car, he watched the stream of lads going in and out. No wonder the rest of the place was a ghost town: Almost every lad in town under 25 was here! With no jobs to go to and nothing else to do with their lives, it seemed that every lad was turning to the gym instead for a bit of self-respect.

The three lads leaving the gym just now had all taken their shirts off and were noisily comparing their pumps as they laughed and bantered. “Cunts,” thought Johnny, but he had to admit they were looking decent, with a fair amount of size on their skinny chav frames. Even shirtless, they all still wore their chunky gold chains and baseball caps, like everyone else in the place. But at least these lads were working on their builds. Johnny could respect that.

A movement in the corner of the carpark caught Johnny’s attention, and he saw two lads deep in conversation. They were studying something in the open boot of a car. The bigger lad had picked something up that looked like a bottle and was showing it to the other lad. He’s a fucking roid dealer, thought Johnny. He’s selling roids in the fucking carpark! Jesus, this place is sketchy as fuck!

The gym had always been a bit dodgy and rough around the edges, but things seemed to have nose-dived since Johnny was last here. He picked up his gym bag and sauntered inside. He was hit by the sound of iron and the old smell of sweat and lynx deodorant. 

The guy at the counter was talking loudly with a bunch of lads. He looked pretty big. Not Johnny's size, but pretty big all the same.

“So I banged him right out, bruv! Fucken dickhead went down hard!”

The lads jeered:

“Oh my days!”

‘What a little bitch!” 

“You don’t fuck with the Gus-Man!”, and they started chanting “Gus-Ma-an, Gus-Ma-an!” 

The lads fist-pumped Gus on the counter as they swaggered on into the gym. Johnny stepped up.

“How much for a day pass?” he asked.

“Five quid, bruv,” said Gus. When Johnny went to get his card from his wallet, Gus laughed. Nah bruv, cash only! This ain't one of them fucking poncy city gyms, ya know what I mean, bruv?”

Johnny didn't have any cash on him. Gus rolled his eyes and said: “Tell you what bruv, you’re a pretty big guy. We like it when the big fuckers come to work out here, it's some mad inspiration for the lads, you know what I'm sayin? You can have this one for free. You'll be back bruv, this is the best fucken gym in the country!”

“Cheers bro, appreciate it,” said Johnny.

“No probs man. Just make it a big sesh, yeah?”

“Always do,” said Johnny. Then he added “Oh yeah: My old mate Adz said he’d be here. You seen him?”

Gus paused just for a second, and looked Johnny up and down. Then he said: “You're a mate of Adz, is it? Makes sense,” He shrugged. “He ain't been in yet today. He'll be here soon. He's in every day.”

Johnny nodded as he looked around him. “Safe bro, tell him there’s an old mate here to see him when he gets here,” he said, and strutted onto the gym floor. 

There had been some changes since he'd last been here. There were more weights, and the dumbbells went much heavier. Over there was a pendulum squat machine. Nice! Loads of other new gear too. And the place was full of lads, lifting hard and pushing each other on. 

Johnny made his way through the gym floor. “Fuckin push, you pussy!” One lad was shouting at his mate who was struggling to shoulder press what looked like 40kg dumbbells. Johnny watched as the lad strained against the weight, dripping sweat down his bright red face. Slowly, painfully, he pressed the weight up with a grunt that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside. “Fuck yeah!” his spotter whooped. Yeah, ok, thought Johnny. It looked like this place had actually turned into a pretty fucking decent gym after all.

Sure, there were the skinny chav types, clustered around machines in groups. But most of the lads looked like they were working hard, and actually carrying a fair bit of size on them. They were all chavvy as fuck too with their gold chains and trackies, but Johnny was impressed with their builds. About half the lads were working out shirtless, and the testosterone in the place was through the roof as they jeered, bantered and forced each other to grow. Johnny liked working out shirtless – he felt more in touch with his muscle and felt a fuller contraction when he did. But most of the city gyms didn’t allow it. Fuck it, this place really had turned into a proper old-school bodybuilding gym.

Johnny had time to kill before Adz arrived. He should have been pissed off that his plan had stalled again, but he hadn’t banked on finding this this awesome gym atmosphere here. He felt the tren tingling in his body, and he itched to lift some weights. Gus on the door had let him in for free so he could give these lads a bit of a show, so that’s what he was gonna do. Big chest session, fuck yeah, CMON! He threw his gym bag into a locker and looked for an empty bench.

There weren’t any empty benches, the place was buzzing and most benches had at least two or three lads working in or spotting each other. But there was one bench in the middle being used by just one lad. He was taking a breather between sets, and sat with his arms resting on his legs, staring at the floor in front of him, completely focused. His tank lay on the floor nearby, and his pumped chest heaved. He was sweating heavily. Pretty decent, thought Johnny. What are those arms, 17 inches? Maybe a bit bigger. Kid’s got a decent build.

“Hey bro, mind if I work in?” he growled, and gave the lad his blue steel. It wasn’t a question.

The lad looked up with a frown, but then saw Johnny stood in front of him. His eyes opened wide as he looked the bodybuilder up and down. “Sure bruv, safe, you wanna go now?”

The lad only had one more set to go, which he completed after Johnny’s warm-up set. Johnny spotted for him, and was impressed at the extra reps the lad ground out when it looked like he’d already reached failure.

“Good job man,” said Johnny as the lad panted and the sweat rolled off him. “One sweaty-ass fuckin set man!”

“Yeah, crappy air-con don’t fucken work,” the lad grunted. Suddenly he jumped up and hit a most muscular. Johnny hadn’t expected the kid to have anything else to give, but went with it as the lad strained to maintain the flex.

“Cmon man, keep it goin, ten more seconds,” Johnny roared as the lad’s face turned beetroot and he shook with the pressure. “Five…..four…….three……..don’t you fuckin quit, bro……….two…………one…………….FUCKEN HOLD IT………………..now let it go. Nice job,” he added, as the lad collapsed to the floor and lay on his back, inhaling deeply.

“Gotta fill the…..muscle….with….blood,” the lad panted. He lifted his head and looked down at the gold chain resting on his pecs, and tried to pump up his chest some more. “Fuck man, I can’t even flex it no more!”, he laughed, and tried to squeeze the engorged pecs with his hand. They were rock hard.

But Johnny was getting impatient for his own pump. “Yeah, ok dude,” he growled. “Quit feelin yourself up and spot me.” The lad smirked and got to his feet, still trying to massage some feeling back into his pecs. 

“What’s da plan, bruv?” he asked.

“We going heavy today. Start at 180.”

“180 kay-gees is it bruv? We not playin today!” He added the extra weight to the bar while Johnny focused, and lowered himself under the bar.

“180 kay-gees, easy eight reps, here we go!”, and the lad helped Johnny lift the bar off the rack. Eight reps felt smooth, and Johnny racked the weight, breathing hard.

“That was too fucken easy bruv! Take it straight to 200, yeah?”

Johnny hadn’t planned to jump straight to 200kg so soon, but fuck it: He felt good. He nodded, and the lad loaded up the extra weight.

“Five reps,” Johnny growled.

“Cmon, that’s it, fuckin big dog!” And the lad smacked Johnny hard on his back before the psyched Johnny lowered himself under the bar and roared as he unracked the weight. The weight felt good, and he was still moving smoothly. Rep four felt heavy, and rep five was tough. All the time the lad was yelling “Fucken light weight bruv! Fucken easy weight!”

Johnny locked out the fifth rep and made to rack the weight. But something was stopping him. He looked up to see the lad obstructing the way.

“What the fuck, man!” Johnny grunted as he tried to look up past the lad’s pumped up chest. When he saw the lad’s face, his eyes were locked on to Johnny’s, and he looked serious. He had a frown.

“We not done yet, bruv,” he said, eyes fixed on Johnny’s. “You got three more reps easy.”

The fuckin punk was challenging him! Fuck yeah, thought Johnny, he knew today was going to be fun! “Cunt,” he panted, but he lowered the weight to his chest again.

Fuck, this hurts. Feel that awesome pain. He loved this pain more than anything else. Fuck, it hurts so bad.

“Cmon bruv, no fuckin half-reps!” The lad continued to pump Johnny up.

Johnny felt the coldness of the bar lightly against his nipples through his tank, and began to push the bar back up. So fuckin heavy. So much fuckin pain! Johnny zeroed in on the pain in his pecs. He visualised the isolated muscle working and pumping, and felt an intense mind-muscle connection. The weight surged upwards, and Johnny completed the rep. Two more to go.

“Don’t you fucken give up now pussy boy, fucken PUSH!” The lad assisted Johnny with the last rep, and they racked the weight. Johnny was seeing stars. That set was intense. He was still panting heavily when the lad said “Cmon then, let’s see ya flex it out bruv!”

Johnny grinned and got up from the bench. He didn’t mind putting on a bit of a show. He started to hit a side chest.

“Nah bruv, can’t see nuffin. You gotta lose the shirt.”

Laughing, Johnny pulled off his tank to reveal his meaty chest, already slightly pumped and lightly misted with sweat. Some of the lads nearby stopped what they were doing.

“Oi oi!”

“Big dog in da house!”

“Fuckin UNIT, bruv!”

Johnny hit the pose, and kept it going until his new gym mate counted him down. Before Johnny had caught his breath the lad growled “Cmon man, we got more sets to do. Eight reps, lightweight baby, let’s GO!”

Five sets later, Johnny’s chest was more bloated than it had been in a long time. Between each set his workout partner made him hit a flex to further engorge his pecs with blood. The other lads on the gym floor whooped and bantered with Johnny as he flexed, and some of the bigger lads stood next to the big man and hit the same pose. “Catchin you up blud, innit!” said one, pretty stacked but still dwarfed by Johnny. “Gimme six months, bruv, and I’ll have you!” Everyone laughed.

Then followed machine flies, incline press, machine press: Johnny and his partner battered their chests from every angle. And in every set the lad was relentless in pushing Johnny beyond failure.

“You got more than that, bruv, fucken work! Ain’t no easy reps in this gym bro, we go fuckin hard!”

90 minutes into the workout, and Johnny was flexing down on a monstrous most muscular. His new gym mate stood right in front of him and was bellowing in his face, “Fuckin SQUEEZE it, man!”, while lightly prodding Johnny’s pec meat to help Johnny make the mind-muscle connection. The lad’s own pump was pretty epic too, but Johnny’s size was on another level – he felt like he’d added another three inches to his chest size. He relaxed the flex and looked at himself in the mirror. Jesus, he was fuckin massive!

Just then Gus came over. He looked Johnny up and down and whistled as he saw the sweat dripping off him.

“Fuck yeah bruv, that pump is looking sweet!” Then he carried on: “Look bro, just a heads-up: Adz is here but he’s fuckin pissed off. Some dumb fucker’s gone and busted his door down. Maybe give him a bit of space, ya get me?”

Johnny looked around but couldn’t see Adz. 

“Nah man,” said Gus, seeing his confusion. “He’s in the locker room, said he needed to shower first. From the looks of him I reckon he’s already handled the problem, ya get me? No way that blood on him was his!” And Gus chuckled as he walked away. 

“You know Adz?”, Johnny’s gym mate asked him, looking him up and down. “That figures.”

So this was it. Johnny had never felt bigger or more ready to fuck shit up. Never more ready to snap Adz the Cunt like a twig. And he was even fucking pissed off that this epic gym session had been interrupted. He swaggered off to find the locker room, leaving his gym mate watching him go.

[Guest]

Great workout from Johnny. Very intense. 

[Ro20316]

Man the slow burn is killing me.

I liek Johnny Alpha's attitude but he is not listening how people talks about Adz. He is not listening at the nicknames or what they tell him about him. He is blinded by his desire to avenge his former self.

Things are gonna be petty interesting in the lockerroon