Vaccinated

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3 minutes ago, portamivia said:

Hotttt!

i LOVE dominant, cruel Jake, getting off his strength.  

Doesn't everyone?

EDIT: I know, I know, it's not everyone's cup of tea, but... fuck, it was hot writing it. I hope it was as hot, or hotter, reading it.

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-THIRTY-NINE

As they walked back to the Beast, Jake called Brad for an update, “Brad, how are they?”

“The girls are all doing surprisingly well. No injuries, no sexual assault other than unwanted kissing, just a bit shaken up. Scott’s okay, they say they did not have to operate - they’re amazed that his body seems to have repaired the damage itself. They gave him some fluids to replace his blood loss, they were going to transfuse him, but decided he wouldn’t need it. He’s awake and alert and asked for you.”

“Thanks, mate, that’s great news. We’re on our way. I suppose I should call his parents.” THAT was a call he wasn’t looking forward to. Nor was he looking forward to seeing his brother at the hospital - no doubt they would cross paths.

“How are you doing, after… ?”

“I’m fine. I did what needed to be done. They’ll never hurt anyone again. What more needs to be said?”

“If you ever need to talk–”

“Brad. I’m FINE. I promise. But, we should call Assad, give him the heads up. I’m sure in the circumstances the police won’t investigate any of their claims too closely.”

“I’ve already spoken to him. He wants to thank you, personally. They’ve been hunting those fuckers for quite some time now, but they’d always eluded police. He’s more likely to give you a medal, or make you an honorary officer than investigate any alleged crimes committed by you. He said all three of them were falling over themselves to confess their crimes, and not just confess, but provide all the details, names, dates, locations, everything. Whatever you did, it was a public service.”

“Fuck, yeah, I’ll take an honorary position if it gets me a uniform.” He never had any trouble picking up, but a bit of role-play never hurt anyone, and everyone loved a man in uniform, especially a built, muscular man. “Thanks, mate, you’re a good friend. See you in a bit.”

****

Jake was over hospitals and hoped this was the last time he’d need to be in one for a long, long time.

Scott was indeed awake and alert and he looked remarkably spry.

When Jake walked in, his face lit up - what a change from the last time they were in a similar position.

“Uncle Jake!”

“Scotty, how are you feeling mate?” Jake went and hugged him - gently, of course. And he was happy to see Scott hugging him back. Ralph had stayed back in the waiting room, wanting to give Jake a bit of space and privacy.

“I’m okay, I feel pretty good, the doctors say the healing is remarkable.”

Scott did not seem to recall the cum, perhaps that was for the best.

“That’s awesome news. But, Scott, you did a stupidly brave, stupidly risky thing. We could’ve lost you today, and I never would’ve forgiven myself or gotten over it.”

Scott scowled, “No way. This is not your fault, at all, and I’m not letting you take any blame for it. I couldn’t let that fuck hurt Amber any more than you could, and did what needed to be done in the circumstances.” Such a mature position for such a young kid.

“Have you told your parents yet?”

“No. Do we need to?”

“Legally, no, you’re an adult, but I think we should. Don’t you think they’d want to know.”

“Maybe, but I know they’ll blame you. Certainly dad will. You know he will. It’s your bad influence, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been there, blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH.”

Jake couldn’t fault the kid’s logic.

“He probably will. And I haven’t seen him since the… fight.” It was hardly a fight, but what else should he call it? Beat down? “So he’ll undoubtedly be pissed at me. I’m a big boy, I can deal with it.”

“Okay, I’ll call mum.”

“While you’re doing that, I’m going to check in on Amber and the girls.”

****

Amber’s face lit up when she saw Jake. Jake was worried that this experience would change her, make her wary of him and all other men, as often happened with sexual assault victims. But, if anything, Amber seemed even more affectionate. She invited him onto the bed and was hugging him tightly, enjoying the feel of his strong body, his arms wrapped around her, protecting her.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. They didn’t really hurt us in any way, and you arrived in time to stop whatever they were planning.”

“I’m sorry, Amb–”

“No! It’s not your fault. If it wasn’t for you and Brad and the others...” She shuddered at the thought.

“But we did get there in time, and that’s all that matters.”

“I want to tell you, also, HE and I spoke in the ambulance on the way here. We had been planning to sabotage you, as punishment for injecting us. We were working on a kind of antidote that would reverse the effects, but tell you it was an especially effective formula for muscle building.”

“I see,” he said, carefully.

“But after tonight, the way you selflessly came to our rescue, the way you and HE worked together to save Scott, using your unique abilities. I forgive you. HE forgives you. And I’m sorry that we ever considered such an unethical, and immoral course of action.”

“I accept your apology. And I’m glad you’ve accepted mine.” After all, she didn’t need to tell him about their plan, in all likelihood he never would’ve found out if she had said nothing. “And, I’m sorry on behalf of Nonna. She’s even more obsessive than I am, it seems, and she’s decided that it’s her role to help me fulfil my goal of building muscle, come hell or high water. I spoke with her, and she really didn’t consider she’d done anything wrong.”

Amber had to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, it’s almost like you’re scared of her. You certainly are deferential to her.”

It was Jake’s turn to laugh, “Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve sort of adopted her as my own grandmother, and she’s adopted me as her grandson, so I’m definitely deferential. Scared isn’t really the right word, but I certainly wouldn’t want to get on her bad side! Have you spoken to Daniella and Victoria? How are they?”

“They’re both good. They both wanted to go home, so they agreed to an early discharge, as long as they agreed to come back for a psych eval. I was happy to hang around here for a while longer, waiting for your to arrive. And Ralph.” She blushed.

Jake smiled. “I know… Ralph.”

“Fuck, Jake. He’s almost as handsome as you are!”

“You’re a good liar, Amber, but you’re not THAT good. He’s off the charts handsome, right? Poor guy, it must be almost like a handicap. I imagine he has people mooning over him everywhere he goes, it must take forever to get even the simplest things done.”

Amber laughed, “I bet it does. So what’s his story? Is he available?”

Jake was surprised. It seems Amber had decided it was best to get back on the horse straight away. “He is. He was actually asking about that earlier tonight. I told him I’d hope we could share. I thought you might be interested, but wasn’t sure about your friends.”

Amber’s breath caught. Jake AND Ralph. She wasn’t sure she could handle so much studly hunk at once. “Ralph? AND you? I think Danielle and Victoria would kill for the opportunity.” Jake quietly accepted the compliment.

Jake had heard that trauma could sometimes have the opposite effect of what most people would imagine, and it seemed that was the case with Amber and her friends. Most people probably avoided sex after any sort of sexual assault, whereas Amber and her friends were already considering group sex, and Amber was being very clingy and hands on with Jake, again not something generally associated with sexual assault victims.

“Well, how about we see how things go over the next few days, you have a chat with them and when you are ready, we’ll tee it up. I know Ralph will be in. Brad, too.”

It just keeps getting better, thought Amber.

“Are they keeping you overnight for observation?”

“I think so, I think they want their psych resident to have a chat to me in the morning. I was the main guys chosen girl, so I was the focus of their depravity.”

Jake shook his head, sadly.

“Okay, well, rest up. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow.”

“That would be great.”

****

As he was leaving Amber’s room, Jake dialled.

“Hey, yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh, no, not at all.”

“That’s very nice of you.”

“Don’t mention it”

“I would like to ask a favour though.”

“The prank, I want to do it for real.”

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY

“What do you mean ‘for real’?”

“I mean, those fucks that you’ve got in holding, before they’re transferred off to prison proper, I want to fuck them up. And if a few of your guys want in, I’d be okay with that.”

“Jake, you know I’d love nothing better than to agree to your request, but if word ever got out.”

“Assad, come on, tell me 99.9% of the cops at your station wouldn’t kill to have a go at them. Ninety-three women! And Amber and her friends only escaped by the skin of their teeth.”

“If I put the word out, my whole station will be clamouring. But what if their lawyer happens to visit?”

“Who is their lawyer?”

“He should be familiar to you…”

Jake laughed, “Assad, that’s brilliant!” Jake went on to explain how he was a size queen, that would do anything Jake said if he got a chance to suck on his cock.

Assad was wavering. “If we do this, we’ve only got a short window, and it has to be during graveyard shift, when fewer members of the public are about. And you can’t leave any fresh marks.”

Jake smiled, rubbing his chubbing bulge. “I promise, I’m not going to touch them. I’ll wait to hear from you. I owe you one.”

Assad was confused. He wasn’t going to touch them? So what the fuck was he asking? “Oh, you’ll owe me more than one. But that’s okay, I know you’re good for it.”

“One more thing. Don’t tell Brad, he won’t approve.”

“I was just going to say, if he ever finds out, we’re both on his shit list. Expect my call, probably tomorrow night.”

Jake laughed, “Thanks, mate. Speak soon.”

Jake’s smiled widened to a grin. His cock hardening to full mast. He wouldn’t have to touch them, they were going to do his work for him.

****

Ralph noted Jake was bulging obscenely as he walked over to him. Ralph smiled. The man had no shame, he thought, and why would he? With a rig like his, what’s there to be ashamed about?

HE and Brad joined them, having returned from the café.

“Thank you again guys, I couldn’t have done it without you, and if anything had happened to them…”

“Of course,” they all said in unison. “It’s what I would’ve done,” added Brad.

The elevator dinged, out stepped Jason and Maria.

****

Brad moved his considerable bulk to place himself between Jake and Jason, creating a formidable barrier.

Jason limped slightly, and winced from time to time, but otherwise was normally mobile. His face, however, was still grotesquely swollen and bruised. Jason could not speak, his jaw wired shut to allow it to heal. But his eyes spoke volumes. He ogled Ralph, as did Maria - but everyone ogled him, so that was to be expected - his eyes lusted after Brad, and threw daggers at Jake.

“Maria, Jason,” Jake said. They both ignored him and headed to Scott’s room. Not an unexpected reaction, he supposed.

Jake messaged Scott, “I’ll come see you again tomorrow. Rest up.”

“What are you guys up to? Come back to mine for a few drinks? Our supposedly fun night turned into a shit show, may as well end on a better note.”

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-ONE

Since HIS workout partner was in hospital, Jake ran HIM through a workout. Jake was impressed, HE had improved significantly, HIS strength and stamina increasing exponentially. HE still needed a bit of work on balance and coordination, but it was still very early days. He was also impressed that he could see improvements in HIS muscle mass, already. Even more admirable was HIS dedication and drive during the workout, HE didn’t match Jake in intensity and commitment but even iron veterans couldn’t match Jake.

“Amber told me about your plan.”

HE blushed, embarrassed. “Yes, we discussed that. I’m sorry that we ever even considered such a thing.”

“I accept YOUR apology, I can understand YOUR thinking, and I’m grateful you both decided to abandon the plan.”

“You proved yourself with your selflessness.”

“Speaking of proving oneself, YOU’re improvement is phenomenal.” Suspiciously phenomenal, thought Jake. “Have YOU been tweaking YOUR hormones?” It was an accusation.

HE flushed, caught out, “A little,” HE admitted. “Basically at the very top and bottom range of normal, so it’s as if I had your genetics, your ability to build muscle.”

“As long as YOU don’t go any higher. Not yet. We’ll review once YOU’ve added another 10kg (22lbs) of muscle. At the rate YOU’re going, it won’t be long.”

“I know, I won’t. I’ve already added 4kg (8.8lbs) since starting!”

Jake smiled. HE was bitten by the bug.

****

“Have you thought any more about another dose for me?” Brad asked Jake.

“I still think it’s too dangerous. Too unpredictable.”

“Come on, man, that’s my choice if I want to risk that.”

“I wouldn’t be able live with myself if something happened to you because you were trying to help me with my family.”

“What about coaching? We should start getting the word out. We need to pay for my custom weights!”

“I was thinking about that. Ideally, we’d have a few before and afters, but that will take a while. We should start with the members - someone like Alex would absolutely benefit, and he’d sign up in a heartbeat, he hates cutting. We could sponsor a few members, giving them free coaching.”

“Great idea. We should have an introductory rate too, hook them in for their first season or comp, once they realise what you can do. We’ll be able to charge anything we want.”

“Agreed. What about the rate? I was thinking something simple, like a fixed rate per athlete, per season or comp.”

“That sounds like a good option, but the high cost of a whole year might put them off.”

“We can deal with that - a monthly payment plan, quarterly, maybe even a discount for a whole year upfront. Elite athletes have tonnes of money, anyway and, at that level, they’re willing to do almost anything to get ahead.”

“So, what about 250k first season, 500k for every season after that? That’s if they pay upfront for the whole season. Otherwise, it’s 50k for the first month, and 25k for each month for the first season, 100k for the first month of the second and subsequent seasons, 50k each month thereafter.”

“Sounds good to me. If you’re competing for millions of dollars, 500k is a drop in the bucket, and don’t forget we’re saving them on roids and all the side effects and potential health risks.”

“You don’t have to sell me, mate,” Brad laughed.

The only thing left to perfect was an expiry on the changes. He didn’t want some elite athlete to pay for a month, get some hormonal changes and then disappear with permanent changes. Though he suspected that once they got a taste of what he could do, the gains in performance, strength, speed, size, they’d be hooked and would come back again and again. They could start with Alex and other members - they weren’t going anywhere.

****

Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So when you cum, you can ‘hear’ your sperm?”

“Not ‘hear’ exactly, but it’s something like that. It’s hard to describe. But, more than that, I can control them for a short time, and make changes to your physiology, your subconscious, to help achieve your goals,” said Jake.

Brad nodded. “We’d like to sponsor you, if you’ll agree to be our first athlete. You’d get the benefits of our unique coaching, and we’ll get to use you in promotions and marketing, and ask you to do some appearances and plug our services.”

Alex was intrigued. “So I wouldn’t need roids any more? No Clenbuterol for cutting? No dieting?” Fuck, he hated cutting.

Jake nodded, “That’s right. And bulking, cutting that’d basically be a thing of the past. You’d be able to achieve lean bulking year round, without the need to cut. The night before a comp, we’d dehydrate you, increasing your urine output, vasodilate you to bring out the vascularity, and adjust the glycogen stores to harden the muscles and give them that full look. And, you’ll only need to make minor modifications to your diet, rather than the drastic cuts, as we’ll be able to adjust your storage and metabolism of fat."

“Honestly, it all sounds miraculous. A too good to be true scam. If it weren’t you two bringing it to me, I would’ve dismissed it.”

“I promise you,” said Jake. “It’s all totally legit.”

“What’s the downside?”

“As far as we know, there are none. It’s all upside, especially once you come off the drugs and lose all the side effects,” said Brad.

“There is one downside,” said Jake.

“What’s that?”

“You’ll have to have regular sex with me,” he grinned.

Alex laughed, “I’d count that as an upside.”

“How about we start on a trial basis? You can stop any time, and I’ll undo any changes, resetting you back to your normal baseline.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

“Awesome. We’ll have a lawyer draw up something so it’s all documented. You should have your own lawyer have a look at it.”

“I don’t need a lawyer, I trust you guys.”

“Still, we’d be more comfortable if you had a lawyer look over it.”

They shook hands, gripping powerfully, symbolically cementing their deal.

****

“Brad and I were discussing our abilities, and commercialising them.”

“We’ll have an endless parade of athletes lining up to fuck us.”

Jake laughed, “Yes, yes we will. And, more money than we’ll know what to do with. We figured we’d market via the gym - starting with sponsorship of some of our members, and then as word spreads, we should get some paying clients.”

“That seems like a good plan.”

“I know YOU don’t like the business aspects, so we can put YOU on as a consultant, YOU keep, say, 75% of the fees, and the gym takes 25% to cover overheads and marketing.”

“That works for me.”

“Before we fully ramp up the business, we’ll need to work out how to put an expiry on our changes.”

They discussed the details and shook on the deal, the grip not nearly as powerful as the one with Alex. The lawyer would be busy.

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-TWO

Jake horned up as his phone rang, his arousal peaking with the anticipation.

“Assad.”

“Yes, I know, no marks. Don’t worry, I told you, I’m not even going to touch them. You don’t even need to unlock the cell.”

“Understood. I’ll be there at midnight.”

****

He rode his Harley, the power between his legs vibrating pleasantly against his tented bulge. 12:02am. Good, the station’s cameras would ‘malfunction’ at midnight, leaving no record of his ever having been here.

He entered through the usual public entrance. The station was empty of any public. He smiled. Assad had planned it well.

Rodriguez manned the desk. His uniform struggling to contain his bulging delts, arms and pecs.

“Diego, how are you?”

“Jakey, good.” They clasped hands as if they were going to arm wrestle, and patted each other on the back.

Since Jake had dominated him in the orgy, Diego was aroused by Jake, the thought of him, the sight of him, the smell of him. Jake smiled as he felt Diego’s erection grow against his quad.

“Who’s manning the desk while we’re out back?”

“Jones.”

“Perfect.” Sam was the greenest officer in the station, and Jake had already established his dominance. He wouldn’t say anything.

Diego activated his radio. “Jones, you’re needed at the front desk.”

A few moments later, Sam entered via the rear entrance, “Yes, sir.”

“Jones, you remember Jake.” He did, all members of the gym knew Jake and Brad. But, at work, he tried to maintain professionalism.

“Of course, yes, sir. Hello, sir, good to see you again.” They shook, Jones’ strong forearms flexing as he gripped Jake’s hand. Jake gripped harder, ensuring he maintained dominance. Jones grimaced slightly.

Diego led Jake out to the private cells out back.

****

Graham sat in the cell he shared with his two off-siders, Rob and Peter. They were all despondent, but Graham the most despondent of all. That pretty boy fucker! He nearly spat. Even since that cunt violated them, he couldn’t get hard. He didn’t even feel aroused. He couldn’t explain it. Not even when that pig bitch with the massive tits arrested them. Normally, he’d be rock hard when her tits pressed into his back, but NOTHING. Intellectually, he could consider and appreciate the big tits, but he felt nothing, a total blankness and absence of any hint of arousal. FUCK!

The outer door lock clicked. It was a bit late for a transfer, wasn’t it?

In walked the other pig fucker that had arrested them. Rodriguez? Another fucking pretty boy with muscles for show, his uniform stretched comically tight over his bloated arms, shoulders and chest.

Graham’s mouth fell open at who followed Rodriguez in. It was the fucker! What was he doing here? He was smiling.

“Get him out of here!”

Rob and Peter looked up, and they immediately stood up and backed away to the far corner of the cell. “Wh– wha– what is h– he doing here?”

Rodriguez smiled. “He’s here as my guest. And he’s here to give you a parting gift.”

Jake had explained his plan to Diego, though he hadn’t gone into the detail of how his plan actually worked. Diego was already horned up before Jake’s explanation, his cock was diamond hard and leaking pre afterward.

Jake’s smiled cruelly, “Graham, you sick fuck. How are you enjoying celibacy?”

Graham spat, “Fuck you cunt!”

“No thanks, but I think you three are going to be enjoying each other after our little demonstration.”

“What demonstration? That’s sick.”

“Oh, you’ll see. Diego?”

Diego stepped up alongside Jake. His lower body was as developed as his upper body, the uniform stretched tight over his bubble butt, bulging in all the right places, the individual muscles of his quads visible through the fabric.

Jake began by kneeling in front of Diego, unholstering Diego’s weapon, setting it on a small table in the corner of the room. It was a testament to Diego’s trust and faith in Jake that he allowed him to handle his service weapon. Jake, too, having his fingerprints all over a cop’s weapon could be planted in all sorts of scenarios.

Jake unclipped Diego’s utility belt, slowly, sensually, bringing his hands around the back, grazing Diego’s perfect arse as he set the utility belt aside. He noted Diego’s bulge shift and grow as his cock hardened.

“What are you fags doing?! That’s disgusting! We don’t want to see that!”

Jake’s smile widened, his arousal increased. “You say that, now…”

What the fuck did that mean?

Jake stood, his pecs brushing against Diego’s bulge as he rose. He kissed Diego, his tongue probing and dancing around Diego’s tongue.

“Fucking faggots! Stop that. You can’t be doing this to us.”

Jake unbuttoned the top button of Diego’s shirt, kissing where the button sat against his skin, below his prominent Adam’s apple, he unbuttoned the next button, kissing as he went. Each button revealed more of Diego’s muscular torso. He kept his body hair trimmed to a light fuzz, which thickened as Jake continued unbuttoning.

Jake kissed each of the blocks of his defined abs, licking the canyons between each. He reached the final button, the treasure trail beneath a thick, dark coating leading to the substantial bulge beneath his tight pants. Jake caressed and massaged Diego’s bulge, grabbing his hardening cock, tweaking the glans.

He raised back up, grabbing each end of the collar and pulling each end out and back, the shirt sticking at his bulbous delts. Jake continued peeling the shirt off down his arms, slowly revealing Diego’s built biceps, horseshoe triceps, and the veins running along his forearms.

Jake was ready. His balls had been effervescing since before he walked into the station, his hormone profile increasing his arousal and the production of cum. He’d need it for what he had planned.

He unbuckled his belt, the ends hanging down, and unbuttoned his jeans and their fly. He pulled down his jeans, his prodigious dick slapping up against his abs, released from the denim as he free-balled. He smiled as he stepped out of his jeans, and pumped his dick a few times.

He stepped up to the cell.

“What are you doing? You can’t come in here! Put your pants back on!” Peter actually whimpered at the view of Jake’s massive cock.

Jake stepped up to the bars, his cock sticking through the gap in the bars, he threaded his forearm through an adjacent gap, so he could pump and manipulate his dick. The angle was awkward, because his bicep and tricep did not fit through the bars, so he could only fit his arm through up to his elbow.

“Boys, you remember my cock, I'm sure.” His cock twitched and bounced as he flexed.

“Fuck you, faggot!”

“Close, but no cigar.” As Jake continued pumping, Diego came up behind him, worshipping Jake’s body from behind, his hamstrings, diamond calves, the sweep of his quads visible even from behind, the perfect globes of his arse.

Jake groaned.

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-THREE

Diego’s hands wandered across Jake’s body. He traced along his hamstrings, following a prominent vein down behind his knee, and along the calf muscle. He grabbed the globes of his arse and squeezed, he felt up along his flaring lats, moving his hands to cup his pecs, tweaking his nipples, bring his hands down along his abs, running his fingers along his Adonis belt, towards his shaft.

He parted the globes of his arse, nuzzling into his hole. Jake groaned, deeply, his arousal peaked by the stimulation. Diego kissed his balloon knot, sending electric pleasure firing throughout his body. Jake flexed his pelvic floor, and partially opened his hole, pulsing it between partially open, closed and fully open. Diego’s cock leaked pre as he watched and marvelled at Jake’s control, mesmerised. Diego flicked his tongue at the opening and closing hole, sending Jake’s arousal stratospheric.

“You fucking disgust me. Look at him eating out his arse. Fucking queer fags.” Graham spat.

Jake’s smile was villainous, predatory. The more they reacted, the more visceral their disgust, the more aroused he became.

“Disgust, it’s a visceral emotion, a deeply embedded emotion that’s ingrained,” said Jake as he pumped his massive cock. “It’s not something that’s easily changed. But, what can be changed is higher emotions, such as lust, arousal, attraction.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?  I’m no fucking fudge packer, and neither are Rob or Pete.” “Yeah, we’re not queer fags.” “Fags!,” he spat.

Jake’s smile widened as he approached the point of no return.

He summoned all of his mastery and his control over his body, as he began cumming.

His giant cock fired off the first volley, a massive line of cum. As it arced across the cell, Jake’s smile turned to a grin as he was certain his aim was true. The huge glob of cum splattered in Graham’s face, up his nose, in his eyes, his mouth. Before Graham could react, Jake adjusted his dick, firing off a second huge rope of cum, splashing into Peter’s face.

Graham was now reacting, his disgust palpable. But Jake had already taken aim, firing off another massive glob of cum in Rob’s face. Each of the three reacted similarly, trying vainly to wipe away all of Jake’s seed. Jake laughed as he continued sending bombs of cum raining down on the disgusted men. Rob was dry heaving as Jake’s cum continued to splatter on and around them.

As he continued cumming, Jake could sense the sperm in his head. He immediately instructed his sperm to tunnel for each man’s bloodstream, and enter their brains.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the three cellmates, Jake’s cock stopped spewing out torrents of cum.

“Urgh! What the fuck?! You stupid faggot! You won’t get away with this! You can’t do this to us!”

Jake laughed. “I just did.”

Diego, turned on by Jake’s incredible cumshot display, was ready to blow himself. Jake asked him to hold back, for now.

Jake began sensing the men’s subconscious. He smiled, an evil, crooked smile. He began sending commands to each man’s brain.

****

Graham and the others were covered in the faggot’s cum. It was in their hair, on their faces, their clothes, it had rained down all around them. It was everywhere, and it was fucking disgusting. It was sticky and thick, like semi-dried woodworking glue, and was impossible to remove without soap and water, which they did not have access to. In a back corner of his mind, he was impressed, amazed and jealous of the fag’s massive cock, and its ability to fire off massive cumshots with volume, distance and accuracy.

He suddenly felt flushed, his nipples hardening and, to his horror and disgust, his cock was hardening. On the one hand, he was thankful his erection had returned, but did it have to pick NOW? They might think he was turned on.

****

Jake wanted to up the men’s revulsion and disgust. He knelt before Diego’s hard, ready to blow cock and took it in his mouth. He worked his expert magic, and Diego was ready to blow in no time. Jake moved his head back a little, to ensure that they could see Diego’s cum pump into his mouth.

Diego began cumming, the volume, distance and accuracy of his own cumshots more than respectable. Jake did not swallow, careful to gather all of Diego’s cum. As Diego finished up, Jake stood up, spitting the huge ball of cum into Diego’s mouth, then moving in for a savage kiss, their tongues moving the cum between their mouths, to howls of protest and disgust from the cellmates.

****

The faggots were sucking each other off, now. And Graham’s cock was hard as a rock. The smell of cum all around him was euphoric, and made him want to add his own cum to the heady mix.

NO! WHAT THE FUCK?! He was no fag! He was NOT turned on by faggots and cock sucking and - OH GOD - cum swapping. He felt like he would vomit yet his balls churned, his cock leaked pre, and it was painfully hard, begging for attention.

He looked at his cellmates. They, too, were tenting their trousers, and he could see the lust and arousal in their eyes. What the fuck did that faggot do to them?

*****

As Jake passed the cum back to Diego, he turned around and bent over, spreading his cheeks, indicating that Diego should deposit the cum into his hole. He looked over at the cellmates, his cock jumping at the sight of their tented pants, the look of wild, unbridled lust in their eyes. His smile widened.

****

Graham felt sick. Now, they were passing the cum from mouth to arse. He thought he was going to vomit. And, yet, he was more horny than he’d ever been in his entire life. His cock was leaking like a broken tap, a large wet spot on his pants. His cellmates were in exactly the same position, large wet spots where their dicks were tenting their pants. FUCK.

****

Jake opened his hole as Diego spat the cum into Jake. He turned around, facing his arse to the cellmates, pulsing his hole, allowing the cum to almost drip out, only to use his muscle control to suck it back in, his hole snapping shut. Their cries of disgust, interspersed with moans and groans of pure lust, pure arousal, had Jake’s cock diamond hard again.

****

The view of his hole, controlling the cum, was at once mesmerising, and nauseating. But then the Hispanic one did something that caused Rob to vomit. Diego put his mouth to the hole and sucked out his cum, swallowing it. As he swallowed, the cellmates groaned, the wet patches on their pants spreading as they continued cumming. Jake’s laugh was like nails on a blackboard in their ears.

****

Jake stood and kissed Diego, deeply, passionately, faintly tasting the remnants of cum. He asked Diego to kneel down. Jake pointed his cock at Diego’s face, and began pissing, cutting off after a small amount, the piss stopping like one of those fancy fountains with laminar water flows. Diego indicated he should continue, so Jake allowed a further, more powerful stream, cutting off after a few moments.

“What do you reckon, boys? Do you want some help washing off my cum?”

“Fuck NO!” “Gross!” “No way!”

But, their swelling cocks told a different story. Jake moved to the cell bars, put his cock through, and took aim.

They tried to get away, but it was a small cell, and there was really nowhere they could go that Jake’s powerful stream could not reach.

Jake toyed with them. Starting and stopping the stream, making them think his bladder was empty, but he’d had plenty to drink beforehand, and he’d ramped up his urine production once he was ready, so he could keep toying with them for some time, yet.

Peter was already rubbing his bulge, his arousal demanding stimulation. Jake smiled. He aimed for Peter’s face and fired off a squirt of piss. He sent commands of overwhelming thirst to each man, hoping they would cave. Cave they did. They each opened their mouths, welcoming Jake’s thick stream of piss.

****

SO thirsty! Must drink! URGH! Fucking gross. What was he doing? He didn’t want to drink that fag’s piss! But the hot piss tasted like the finest ambrosia, the powerful stream hitting the back of his tonsils, tickling and arousing him even further.

"Drink up, boys!" Urgh! That fucking faggot!

****

Diego’s arousal was exploding, watching Jake degrade them, arousing them against their will, their disgust plain, even as they came, as their cocks swelled, their lust clear even in the face of their revulsion.

Diego came again, harder than the first time. His deep, rumbling groans of pleasure as he came setting off a reaction in the cellmates.

****

He needed to get his end wet. Rob or Peter? It didn’t matter, his cock demanded a warm, wet hole.

He reached for Rob’s pants - Rob happened to be standing closest to him - and tried to rip them from him in his haste and lust to get to his hole.

As Graham was trying to take off his pants, Rob was rubbing Peter’s bulge, wanting to suck his meat, swallow his sweet, sweet seed.

NO! Fuck! No! I’m not a fag! Fucking gross!

The lustful, aroused part of his brain ignored the revolted one, desperate for cock.

"That's it, boys, suck those cocks, pound those arses. Give in to your faggot urges, you know you want to."

****

Jake and Diego enjoyed their live porn show for quite some time. Their lust was as insatiable as their disgust was palpable.

Jake had lost access to their subconscious some time ago, but he was ready to cum on them again, his erection rock hard as he enjoyed their mental anguish, their torture, acting out their most feared, most reviled acts, their lust overwhelming their revulsion and repugnance.

Jake cummed onto each man, shutting down their sexual functions as before, leaving them forever scarred with the memory of their final sex acts.

****

As he was rimming Peter, Rob’s cock up his arse, his arousal and lust faded, completely, his dick deflating like someone had turned off a switch, leaving nothing but feelings of disgust, shame and revulsion. He didn’t think he could ever clean off the filth he felt.

The fucking pretty boy faggot was speaking, “Your last ever sex act. Savour it. Oh, that’s right. You can’t savour it, because it disgusts you. I expect you each probably feel how those 91 women and girls felt when you defiled them. A fitting punishment.”

Rob sobbed, Peter whimpered. Graham hung his head, resigned to his fate.

****

Jake and Diego headed for the station’s showers to clean up.

“Thanks Diego. You were fucking awesome, again.”

“Oh, Jake, fuck. Thank *you*! You’re a machine.”

Jake smiled, “Thanks, mate.”

“The degrading was fucking hot but, how did you make them cum, make them start attacking one another in lust?”

“It’s a long story. I’d love to explain it all to you over dinner some time.”

“That sounds good.”

“You’ll probably want to get the fire hose out to clean out the cell,” Jake laughed.

“Don’t laugh, it’s not much different from a fire hose. Though we don’t normally hose it down with cellmates inside. I’ll get Jones to hose them down shortly.”

“Thank him for me, will you? And Assad, too.”

“I will.”

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-FOUR

The custom weights were on their way! Brad was excited, like a little kid on Christmas morning, and like a man about to get his knob polished.

Due to the extreme weight, the delivery process itself was quite involved. Workers arrived first thing in the morning to upgrade the cables, pulleys and various attachments of all the cable machines, and checked the various racks and plate-loaded machines to ensure they were sufficiently sturdy and capable of handling a full load with the heavier weights.

Jake and Brad insisted on only one machine being taken out of service at any one time, ensuring minimal disruption to their members’ workouts and routines.

With over 24 tonnes between the standard plates and pin-loaded plates, the weights needed to be split between two delivery trucks, and a forklift was organised to lift the weights off the truck and offload them into the carpark. Brad and Jake would handle things from there.

Brad had allocated his parking spot for the weight plate pallets to be placed. The parking spot was about 30m (98.5 feet) from the entrance to the gym, and the custom racks to hold the weights were about 85m (279 feet) from the entrance (the gym was massive). 500kg (1,102lbs) farmer’s walks over 115m (377 feet) would be quite a workout, repeating that 24 times (assuming they share the task equally) was an insane workout.

Jake was pumped, in the figurative sense and the literal sense, having warmed up in preparation and amped up his hormonal profile, which he would need for the massive task, given the world-record shattering weight and distance combination, to be repeated 24 times!

Jake picked up a 500kg standard plate, squatting and using his legs to drive up the weight, which he held vertically in front of him with both hands gripping the weight from underneath.

Brad, picked up two plates, one in each hand, using a pinch grip, holding them vertically from the top of the plate.

Their arms pumped with the effort, vascularity enhancing along the forearms, powering the massive grip strength needed. Their traps rose up, Brad’s almost to his ears, as they worked to hold up the huge weight.

By the time they reached the rack, Brad was breathing heavily, his cardiovascular fitness not able to hold a candle to Jake’s. Jake wasn’t even breathing heavily. They loaded their weights onto the rack, the pump in their forearms, their traps, extreme. One down, 23 to go for Jake, 11 for Brad, if he could keep up the pace of carrying two at a time; the limit being his cardio fitness, not his strength.

Jake upped the ante, he picked up two plates, squatting them up, his arms screaming in pain, at the extreme weight. Not to be outdone, Brad picked up four plates, pinching two plates in each hand, exponentially increasing the massive strength required to hold onto the plates. His forearms, already pumped, swelled to more than double their usual size, the pump so tight, he felt like the muscles would burst through his skin. His vascularity was so prominent, he even showed some feathering, huge tree trunk hoses and massive branches feeding every muscle fibre, providing the grunt for his mammoth strength, his power. Veins rose up across his traps, the extra blood flow needed for the muscle fibres to hold such extreme weight swelling and engorging the veins.

They unloaded the weights at the rack, Jake’s breathing elevated, but he had plenty of reserve. Brad, on the other hand, sucked air in massive gulps, taking some time to recover his breath after unloading.

“We need to get you doing some HIIT and get that fitness up. Otherwise, you won’t be able to maximise the use of your strength.”

“Fuck you,” he said, in jest, “You know I hate cardio.”

“Yeah, I do, but imagine what you’ll be able to do if you’re super fit AND super strong.”

Brad HAD always been jealous of Jake’s fitness. Jake's breathing had already returned to normal, you wouldn’t know he’d just carried 1,000kg 115m (after carrying 500kg for that same distance), whereas Brad still huffed and puffed like a steam train.

And, Brad thought, Jake was right. Brad was confident he had the strength to pinch carry three plates in each hand - the middle plate being held up solely by the pressure exerted by the outer two plates - but he did not believe he had the cardio capacity, and did not want to risk dropping his brand new, $18,000 — each! — weight plates. Expensive, though they were significantly cheaper than the $40,000 straight and $45,000 EZ bars. Brad was still amazed Jake just signed off on the purchase on the spot; he was a good friend.

They worked for the next few hours, Brad needing longer and longer to recover after each trip, even Jake needed some recovery time as the round trips added up.

When they’d finished, Brad wanted to jump right in, but Jake convinced him to rest up and recover, so that he could really see what he could do, without the existing fatigue. He’d waited a few days, he could wait a few more hours.

[Sarado28sp]

On 6/9/2022 at 9:08 AM, mmvmgo2011 said:

“You’ll find out soon enough. You might want to close your eyes and think of England.”

LOL! awesome line! 

Please keep up. This is a great story! Thanks!!  

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-FIVE

John and his team were fucking maestros at the pinnacle of their game. The weights, including the barbells, were works of art. Jet black with a matt finish, they looked as heavy as they were, at 500kg (1,102lbs) each. They were so dark, they seemed to absorb the light around them, as if they were conjured up from some evil realm and were about to unleash their limitless power on the world. They may not be unleashing any power, but Brad sure was.

As Brad hefted the straight barbell, he noted its perfect balance, the perfect hand feel with just the right amount of knurling. Sure, it cost as must as the average car but, still, he could’ve paid that much and ended up with an inferior, unbalanced bar with shit hand feel. He racked the bar, the heavy clang as it came to rest resonating through the entire space.

He was itching to lift, to test his limits, but Jake wanted to watch, and he had noted Mike was in and went to go and square up their tab from the other night. A few of the regulars were curious about the new weights and bars, and thought Brad was having them on when they saw the 1,102lbs label laser etched into each plate.

“You guys trying to stroke some egos, or what?

Brad laughed, “Joe, I promise you, they’re legit. No ego stroking. Well, not because of fake labels.”

Jóhannes looked dubious, “For real?”

Brad nodded, “Grab the EZ-bar, but, careful, remember it’s eleven hundred pounds.”

“Mate, piss off with that bullshit, will you?” He said, incredulously. If he was paying more attention, he would’ve seen the massive corded muscles of Brad’s forearms bulging and swelling as he held the 500kg bar, his knuckles white as his powerful forearms closed his grip with the crushing strength needed to hold just the empty bar.

The unloaded EZ-bar was resting on an A-frame rack, and was at the perfect height for Jóhannes to grab it and do some curls. Or so he thought. As he stepped up to the bar, Brad squeezed himself into the rack, so he could spot Joe as he inevitably misjudged how heavy the bar would be.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, you know.”

“I know. I also know you’re underestimating how heavy it is.”

Joe scoffed, grabbing the bar with an underhand grip, on the outer part of the W, his hands angled outward. He made as if to lift the bar. It did not move. What the fuck? He thought.

He heaved, and the bar raised up off the rack. Joe’s arms swelled as he lifted it off the rack, veins cording along his forearms. He strained to try and curl the bar, but it was too heavy, by far. He re-racked the bar with a loud, reverberating clang.

“Holy shit.”

Brad laughed, squeezing himself out of the rack. “I tried to tell you.” He also couldn’t resist. He picked up the bar and started curling, showing as much effort as if Joe was curling a standard unloaded bar. Joe’s eyes bugged out of his head, he adjusted his bulge, his cock chubbing at the display of effortless power.

****

Mike had finished his workout, and was relaxing in one of the hot tubs. As Jake approached, he stood, making as if to leave the tub, shameless in his nakedness.

“Don’t get out on my account.”

Not that he had anything to be ashamed about, his rig was massive, covered in huge slabs of solid muscle. His package bulged out, pushed forward by his massive quads, his balls hanging extra low from the heat of the hot tub.

“Jake. How are you mate? What happened the other night? Again, I’m so fucking sorry about–”

“It’s alright, Mike. Your job is to monitor and control people coming in, not leaving. Besides, it all worked out in the end.” Jake adjusted his chubbed cock as he recalled the punishment he’d doled out.

“It did?”

“Yeah, we tracked down the fuckers before they could do any real damage to our girls. Cops arrested them. Turns out they were serial abductors, rapists and murderers the cops have been hunting for ages. Ninety plus women between the three of them.”

“Fuck. I didn’t like the look of them. Should’ve trusted my instincts.”

“Everything happens for a reason. If you’d refused them entry, they would’ve gone somewhere else and they’d still be out there.”

“Good point.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Fuck off, mate. Nothing.”

“We spent the whole night drinking bottle service, I can’t let you wear that.”

“The boss has already cleared it. We nearly had three of our patrons raped and murdered… we’re not going to make you pay.”

Jake nodded his thanks, “I’ve added six months to your membership.”

“That’s way too generous–“

“Don’t mention it.” It occurred to Jake that Mike might want to watch Brad smash on the weights. “You feel like watching some impossible feats of strength?”

[Ro20316]

I can not stop to tell you how good this is.

You keep us in our seats wanting to read what is next and wondering what will happen to everyone.

The guys are ready to help others via their semen and that is something im sure i will love to read lol. I imagine one of the biggest pro getting the word and coming to the gym to see what really is going on.

Brad is ready to know how strong he really is and here i wonder if he will ever find someone to let loose completely cause im sure he will break someone's bones when he gets too rough.

I havent been commenting much cause i dont have a pc rn and im on my phone and its annoying to comment like thia but im loving thia story more and more.

Its a favorite of mine.