Kymuscleboy Posted June 7, 2022 Share Posted June 7, 2022 I forgot to say, I had noticed the fact that Charlie was eating lots of what any bodybuilder would consider junk food with all of his fast food meals. He could get away with it due to the extreme amount of exercise he is doing and the calories he's burning. THEN Jack mentioned it at the end of Chapter 3, and my eyes perked up. If that comes back as a plot point later, it would be neat. After all, Charlie can afford a private chef to cram clean food and tons of protein down his throat. lol. That said, there are no Shake Shacks within 50 miles of me, and I've heard such great things that I'm a little jealous. It would be awesome to see sweet Jack again too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted June 8, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 8, 2022 When I went to the UFC gym now, I didn’t grapple with the owner anymore. He was too easy for me to pin. Instead, I had him use my torso as a punching bag. I wanted to toughen my core. Although now that I was doing one arm pull-ups while wearing a 75lb weighted vest, and planks with two gym members standing on my back, jumping, my core was pretty tough, but I wanted it more so. Having an ex-Marine UFC fighter work me over bare-fisted was a good way to achieve it. I barely felt his punches, but I liked hearing the thuds. My skin didn’t even welt. He said it was like hitting an overdeveloped cyborg. When his arms grew fatigued, he’d chose one of his stronger students to step into the ring and work on me for awhile. I would flex while they hit me, and to make it more interesting, I would spontaneously grab hold of them, yank them around in different holds, then lift them overhead and toss them over the top rope of the octagon. I liked how their limbs flailed wildly as they flew across the gym. I also liked the look of intimidation they had on their faces when they stepped into the ring with me. I had gained 15 more pounds of muscle since my weigh-in with Dr. Lazarus, so I was now over 300lbs of shredded, grainy beef. I had also gotten my hair buzz cut and bleached blond. I looked like a pro wrestler from the 90’s. So by the time Max arrived, I’d say that I was more than ready for him. I was in the kitchen when I heard him pull up in his red Mercedes AMG roadster convertible that my wife bought for him. With my money. Fucking kid. He came in thru the kitchen door and dropped his duffel bag on the floor. He was good looking as ever, with his thick jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked up at me and said, “Who are you?” Like he owned the place. I was downing a protein shake, so I didn’t answer. “Where’s Chuckles?” he asked. That was the nickname his dad had come up with for me. Like I was a joke to them. Assholes. “What are you, like his bodyguard or something?” I finished my drink and wiped my mouth. I took a step towards him. I saw the look on his face. Intimidation. At 6’5”, I was three inches taller then him. Not much, but enough. Especially considering I weighed 310, and he weighed about 210. The look didn’t last long though, not on this cocky kid’s face. “Why don’t you look a little harder, Max?” I said to him, stepping closer. He got a puzzled look on his face. Then the dawning of recognition. “Chuc…Charlie?” He said, deciding to drop the nickname. “Yep.” “What the fuck are you on?” “I’m on a roll, bud.” “You know that shit just adds water weight. You’re all bloat. It’s not functional. That’s why I never touch the stuff,” he said, haughtily. “Um, Max, you know that credit card your mom gave you for college expenses?” “Yeah, what about it?” “You know that I’m the one who pays it, right?” “So?” “So, I can pull up everything that you buy on it. And I’d say, by the quantity of sarms and peptides you’ve been ordering, that you’re supplying not only yourself but you whole wrestling team.” That gave him pause. I could see him trying to scroll thru his memory for all the things he’d charged that he wished I didn’t know about. “That’s messed up, man. That shits private.” “Not when I’m paying for it, it’s not. And you know I’m a tech geek, right?” “Yeah, so?” “Well, I know you know, because that’s what you call me in your texts to your buddies.” “The fuck…?” “Because I hacked into your phone, and I’ve seen how many girls you’ve been ghosting, and how you brag to your friends about it. Your mom would be so proud.” “That’s totally fucked up, dude.” I’d never actually hacked his phone, but I knew his type, and how they treated girls and then laughed about it with their cronies. I could guess what his texts were like. And his face was so bright red, I knew I was right. “Girls throw themselves at me all the time. They deserve to get ghosted, the little sluts. But you reading my texts is worse than anything I’ve been doing.” “Maybe you’re right. I’ll tell you what. Let’s arm wrestle for it. You win, and I’ll forget everything I read and will never hack your phone again. I win, and you have to clean my toilets for the rest of the summer.” I flexed my 25” arm at him. I knew it was 25” because after my appointment with the doc, I had come home and measured it. 25”. Cold. And veiny. With 18” forearms. Max was looking at my arm warily. “What’s the matter, stud? It’s all bloat. It’s not functional.” His face looked like he was trying to recalculate his estimation of me. “Although, I have a better idea. Let’s wrestle,” I said. “You’re the big national champ wrestler. Let’s go out back, you can show me what you got.” I saw the confidence come back to his face and demeanor. “Oh you’re on, old man. I will kick your fat juiced up ass.” He was riled up. Good. I led him out, past the pool, to the backyard. We both stripped down to our briefs. His body was flawless, and in peak condition. But I could see his bravado fading as he got a good look at my extreme vascularity, along with my myostatin-free mass and rock hard density. “I tell you what, junior. I’ll let you pick. You want top position, or bottom?” “Top,” he answered quickly. I got down on all fours. He positioned himself by my shoulder. “Ready when you are,” I said, and he started trying to maneuver me, but I didn’t budge. He tried to wrench my thick neck, to no effect. He tried my arms. Nada. He tried to roll me. He tried a single leg attack. Then a double. Nothing worked. He clambered onto my massive back and tried to leverage me. He couldn’t move me. I let out a slow loud yawn. That pissed him off. He got off me and stood up. He was huffing with frustration. Then he kicked me mid-torso, hard as he could. Unfortunately for him, my external obliques were hard as rebar. He fell to the ground, howling and holding his shin. “Okay, my turn for top position,” I said. I got up and took hold of him with my powerfUl hands. I mangled him into hold after hold. I worked him all over the yard, leaving divots in the sod. I mocked him as he grunted in unbreakable holds. I made him tap out, repeatedly. Then I threw in some pro wrestling moves, just for fun, moves I had learned from guys at the gym. A few suplexes. (I loved suplexes. Good thing for Max that the lawn was soft.) A choke slam. A powerbomb. A couple of clotheslines. Leg scissors, my huge legs crushing the wind out of his lungs. Then finally, as I could sense him about pass out, I shoved his face deep into the sod. I leaned into his ear and growled, “Who’s your Daddy?” He was hard to understand, with his face shoved so deeply into the plush lawn, and with my ponderous bodyweight on top of him, so I made him repeat it a couple of times. “You are,” he pledged, over and over. I think he’d of said anything just to get me off him. “That’s right, MaxiPad.” I could do nicknames, too. I stood up over him as he groaned in abject defeat. As he crawled to his hands and knees, I said, “Now I think it’s time for a little baptism.” I picked him up and lifted him over my head. I carried him down to the edge of the lake, and tossed him in. I smiled as his limbs flailed before he hit the water. I waded in after him, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and shoved his head under. I let him flail some more before I lifted his head out of the water. He gasped for air. Then I dunked him again. More flailing, but much less vigorous. I pulled his head up again and let him breath. Then I dunked him one more time, down to the silty lake bottom. I rubbed his face in it until the water grew cloudy. I lifted him out and dragged him to the shore by one arm. I plopped him down to the ground. His hair and face were covered with lake muck. He struggled for breath. I might have felt bad for him, but he had years of arrogant tool behavior to be beaten out of him, so I thought this was a good start. Once he had recovered sufficiently, I said, “Let’s go up to the house and I’ll give you a list of chores that you’ll be doing this summer.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m outta here.” He started to crawl up the grassy slope back to the house. I grabbed onto his ankle and squeezed it firmly enough that he yelped. “Uh, no, that’s not gonna happen. You see, I’ve been hacking into your laptop for awhile now.” Which I had. My bad. “You have interesting taste in porn, by the way.” “Oh, fuck,” groaned Max. “Yeah. Who knew that some of those gay porn stars were so hung? Or that you were such a size queen. Because I also have access to your webcam. I didn’t know they made dildos that big. And how you can fit it all the way in. That’s a talent.” “Oh my fucking god,” whimpered Max. “And, I was thinking, wouldn’t it be interesting if one of the videos I uploaded of you were to end up on your university’s webpage. Or your wrestling team’s Facebook page. It probably wouldn’t stay up long, but it’d be interesting.” “You’re a fucking psycho!” “Yep. A psycho who owns you. Now let’s go up to the house so you can check out your list of chores.” He limped along behind me as we crossed the lawn and as we walked by the pool, I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him into me. He tried to pull away, but it was futile. I had four times his strength. Maybe five. “Come on now, boy. Chef is making an extra big meal tonight. Maybe I’ll let you eat.” 47 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YoutatsuB Posted June 8, 2022 Share Posted June 8, 2022 I didn’t see this coming! Curious to know what the surprise he’s got for him from the doctor is 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
photoguy Posted June 8, 2022 Share Posted June 8, 2022 Mmmmffffff, FUCK YEAH. Pin that brat down and fuck his asshole inside out. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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boardman Posted June 8, 2022 Share Posted June 8, 2022 1 minute ago, photoguy said: Hell yeah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Broody Posted June 8, 2022 Share Posted June 8, 2022 4 hours ago, bbmikenj said: Oh, fuck,” groaned Max. My thoughts exactly 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted June 10, 2022 Share Posted June 10, 2022 To say that was hot would be an understatement. To say that was satisfying would definitely be an understatement. Max has very quickly learned that he is not the big dog around the house and that he won't be able to bully and intimidate his stepdad, all while Charlie pays for everything he wants. No, it's far from it. I might be being too nice when I hope that Charlie doesn't go too far in "torturing" Max, as I hope that maybe he can help turn him into a better person through this. However, if it's just pure comeuppance for a guy who's treated others like shit since practically the day he was born, well then there's joy in that too. Either way, I know we will have fun on the ride! I definitely hope more growth, in both muscle and height, is in store for Charlie, as it will be awesome to see Max's reaction to his suddenly large stepdad getting even bigger and stronger right before his eyes! Oh, and then there's the mystery of the "surprise" Charlie obtained from Dr. Lazarus (still loving that name BTW). I can't wait to see what that's all about. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Bigrobben85 Posted June 10, 2022 Share Posted June 10, 2022 Wow… make one hard for hours Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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