Old Man Power. Finale added 5-13-23

[Scott2920]

Awesome story!! One of your best ever. Thanks so much for continuing it. 

[arpeejay]

My guess is that Fred has just begun to grow and that if Kent can't deal with Fred at 345 he's gonna be a basket case when Fred is twice as big. And that's a good thing!

[portamivia]

Oh man so HOT!

[Kymuscleboy]

The last two chapters were two of the best yet! I absolutely LOVED the one with Fred dominating the Bry and Luke. Seeing one older guy dominate two college guys was just too hot. While I'm not as into the hetero scenes, the size and power difference are still pretty intense. The fact that Fred has to be so much gentler with the women really points out just how ultimately powerful he's getting. Of course, every scene of Fred with Kent is just too much. Kent's torn feelings of both wanting to be as big and strong as Fred and wanting to be dominated by him are expertly portrayed. I hope to see much more of that, and I hope @arpeejay is right about Fred still being at the beginning of his growth journey. I can't wait to see him even impossibly bigger and stronger! Plus, I don't want the story to end anytime soon.  

[bbmikenj]

When the horse harness Fred ordered arrived, he altered it to fit around his massive chest and over his shoulders. His quads had been growing with every leg workout he did, but now that he had reached a bodyweight of 425lbs, he wanted to mixup his training routine to make his lower body grow even bigger. 

 

During his morning training session in the backyard with Luke and Bry, he handed them each a set of reins, and had them try and hold him back as he pulled them down the length of his yard. He wore a pair of heavy work boots, which tore up the sod as he muscled the two college guys up and down the yard. Luke and Bry struggled futilely to hold back the huge muscleman, their shoes also digging ruts in the lawn. They were all drenched with sweat when they finished, and the yard looked like a deeply plowed field. Fred’s backside looked like the hindquarters of a draft horse: thick, hard, and insanely powerful. He took off the harness. There were deep welts where the harness had dug into his skin. Fred liked how it looked, like he was a huge beast of burden. He grabbed the two jocks and wrestled them around the yard like they were two puppies, pinning one while the other jumped on his huge back, then grabbing that one and pinning him while the first one tried to move one of his 40” quads. Fred loved being multiple times stronger than both jocks combined. Made him so goddam horny he could hardly stand it.

 

When he was done toying around with them, they were all caked in sweaty mud. Luke turned on the garden hose and sprayed Fred down like a barn animal while Fred flexed and admired himself. The water dripped and steamed off him as the two friends worshipped Fred’s 425lbs of super heavyweight muscle. Then Fred hosed them off, picked them up, carried them into the house, and finished his workout by tapping both their hot asses.

 

Afterwards, he made them all lunch, working his way around the kitchen island,shirtless, while Luke and Bry watched him in awe.

 

“Man, you just keep getting bigger,” said Luke. “Your arms are bigger than Bry’s waist.”

 

“Yeah, you think so?” Fred flexed his arm and grinned as his biceps swelled to 29”. Bry’s waist was 28. “Must be all the triceps work I’ve been doing.” Fred flexed his left triceps at them, bulging them out and making the striations quiver. Bry and Luke started to bone.

 

“Jesus,” said Bry. “We’ve gained some size since we started working out with you, but nothing like you have. Even your dick has like doubled in size. That fucking thing is a monster now. Maybe you should get a blood test or something, see what’s going on.”

 

“That’s a great idea,” said Luke. “And if they find something, we could both get blood transfusions from you!”

 

“Yeah?” laughed Fred. “You boys wanna look like this?” He put his hands on his waist and spread out his thick, wide lats. Both jocks got harder. “You wanna be able to do this?” He picked up a coconut that was on the counter. He palmed it in one hand and crushed it like an egg. “Or this?” Fred walked around the island, grabbed a leg of the barstools the guys were sitting on, one in each hand, and lifted them off the floor. He started doing lateral raises with them, his arms stretched out, tapping their heads on the ceiling with each rep. Both of them held on with one hand and jerked off with the other, watching Fred rep them with his Samson-like strength, as if they were 25 pound dumbbells, and using their heads to dent the ceiling’s drywall.

 

After they came, Fred put them down and had them clean up. Then they had lunch.

 

When they left, Fred went up to one of his sons’ old bedrooms. Fred had removed all the furniture, and converted it into a posing room for himself. He had mirrored every wall. And the ceiling. In one corner of the room was a pair of 120lb dumbbells that Fred used to pump up his arms before posing, a table with bottled water and body oil, and a towel rack with towels he used to wipe down the floor, and himself, after an hour of heavy flexing. He loved the pumps he got from his long flexing sessions. He felt such an autoerotic rush from the extreme pumps he got from flexing one body part after another. Many times hornier than he ever felt as a younger man. 

 

Today, he spent some time cleaning the mirrors, because he had made a plan to see just how erotic he could make his posing experience. He’d found a bodybuilder escort named Roscoe online and contacted him. He told Roscoe that he was a 75yo man who was into muscle, and wanted a show. He’d made an appointment for him to come over that evening. Roscoe was 6’2” tall and 270lbs. Fred didn’t mention that he was 6’4” and 425lbs. He just told Roscoe to come to the house, come in thru the front door, which would be unlocked, and come up the stairs to the first room on the left. 

 

Roscoe showed up on time, and came into the house. He was a little on guard because of the unusual request, but he knew that most of his first time clients were pretty nervous about meeting up with a guy his size. He made his way up to the room and went in. 

 

Well, this is different, he thought to himself. Kind of cool though. He studied his handsome face in one of the mirrors. He knew how good looking he was. Even as a kid, he would notice the look on peoples’ faces when they saw him. Now, as a 28yo, he was even more ruggedly handsome. And his body proportions were nearly perfect. He had won several amateur bodybuilding competitions with ease, one when he was 18. He smiled at himself in the mirror, his perfect white teeth sparkling, as he recalled the looks on the other competitors’ faces when they saw him in the pump room, a mixture of envy, lust, and resignation. 

 

He was also a very sexual being, able to perform several times a day. He had done some porn, and had way more stamina than the other oversexed performers. His current line of work was perfect for him. This 75yo client was in for a treat. He stripped off his shirt and flexed his arms in the mirror. Narcissus himself would be envious. Roscoe hoped the old timer’s ticker didn’t give out on him. 

 

Fred stepped into the doorway of the room. He had on black shitkicker boots,and had to duck and turn sideways to get thru the doorway. He was wearing a big terry cloth robe that did little to hide his mass.

 

Roscoe looked confused. “Where’s the old guy?” he asked. He tried to look around the massive robed figure. Who was this beast? Had the old man hired two escorts? 

 

“That would be me,” said Fred. The escort realized that the face on the big man was one of an older man. “You must be Roscoe,” said Fred, extending his right hand. 

 

“Yep,” answered Roscoe, reaching out and shaking hands with Fred. Roscoe couldn’t believe the size of the old man’s hand. It swallowed his, and he could feel the rough callouses scraping against his skin. They briefly tested each other’s grip, as men do, but it was quickly obvious to both of them who had the more crushing hand power.

 

“What are you, a powerlifter or something?” Roscoe asked. He was trying to figure out what was going on under Fred’s big robe. He had clients of all shapes and sizes, but most of them were not heavily muscled.

 

“I do some lifting, yeah. You look like you do too. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got.” 

 

Roscoe stripped down naked and started flexing in the mirrors. Usually at this point his customers would come over and touch him while he posed. He had an awesome cock that his size Queen clients went nuts for. Fred just looked on from across the room, until, finally, as Roscoe was starting to work up a sweat, he said, “Why don’t we do a little comparing?”

 

“Sure, no problem,” said Roscoe.

 

“Come over here and help me off with my robe.”

 

Roscoe went over to Fred. He undid the robe while Fred looked down at him. Roscoe was not used to being the shorter man in a room, and Fred was exuding an aura of über-confidence. It made the escort a little uneasy. Then he opened the front of the robe.

 

“What the fuck…” stammered Roscoe. He took a step back as Fred finished removing the robe. He let it fall to his feet, exposing his massive frame. He was naked except for his boots. His huge penis hung halfway down his quads, making Roscoe’s cock look like a pinkie finger. 

 

Roscoe watched, shaken, as Fred took off his boots. The old man was a beast. His huge muscles bulged as he pulled off his boots. 

 

“Now let’s have a flex off,” Fred said. He walked up to Roscoe and flexed his arm in his face. Then he turned and did a double bi shot in the mirror. It had been a long time since the handsome escort had been the smaller man in a pose down, but today was the day. He turned and hit a double bi shot next to Fred. Roscoe looked like a schoolboy next to the massive old man. Fred hit pose after pose, and Roscoe followed his lead.

 

“Not bad for a little fella,” said Fred. Roscoe had never felt so beta in his life. Fred was destroying him with each flex. The old man’s posing was even better than his. The mirrors behind them were angled in a way that they could see their backsides. When Roscoe saw the difference between his backspread and Fred’s, his dick shrank up a little. Fred’s back and glutes looked twice the size of his. And then Fred started doing leg poses.

 

“Fuck,” said Roscoe. He flexed his legs as hard as he could, but they looked like matchsticks next to Fred’s freaky mass. The old dude’s quads had to be over 40 inches and snaking with veins, just like his calves. “Fuck,” Roscoe repeated, flexing his 28” quad next to Fred’s tree trunk.

 

Fred turned and faced him. He put his hands on Roscoe’s shoulders and turned him towards him. Fred’s massive chest pressed into Roscoe’s much smaller pecs. Fred said, “Looks like Daddy has a new little toy.” 

 

Fred leaned into Roscoe and kissed him firmly. Roscoe never kissed his clients, but he didn’t resist, and kissed Fred back, and he liked it. A lot. Fred was taking control, and it was making Roscoe melt in his arms. After the kiss, Fred turned him around in his arms. He wrapped his huge arm around Roscoe’s neck and applied his sleeper hold. Fred loved the way the hold made him feel. So physically superior. So in control of someone else’s life. So horny.

 

Roscoe loved how it felt too. His need to be in control shifting over to his powerful client. He’d never felt so owned. His consciousness slipping away into a blessed sleep. When he came to, he was on a big bed with Fred standing next to him, lubing his big cock.

 

“You ever bottom?” Fred asked.

 

“About once a decade.”

 

“I guess that decade’s up.” Fred stroked himself and grew. And grew.

 

“And never with anything that enormous. Jesus, dude.”

 

“I’ll be gentle with your sweet little ass.” Fred got on the bed and began to breed the 275lb bodybuilder’s hole like he was a virgin bride. Then he got rougher, and was soon riding him like a circus pony. They were both surprised that Roscoe’s ass was able to take Fred’s thick 12 incher, especially as he got more and more aggressive. The headboard banged into the wall so hard that it cracked apart. Two hours into it, Fred had cum several times, yet was still raging inside him, and Roscoe had to beg him to stop. “No more,” pled the exhausted Roscoe. The 75yo powerhouse had fucked the porn star escort into submission.

 

“Already?” Fred asked. “I was just warming up.” He uncoupled from him and rolled off him. “Maybe next time you should bring a friend or two.” 

 

Fred helped Roscoe get dressed, and walked him out to his car. The fresh air made Fred horny. Everything seemed to make him horny. Maybe Bry was right, he should get himself checked out. But for now, he was going to go to the gym. He felt like hitting legs. If Kent was there, maybe he’d bring him home for a ride after his workout.

 

[Jtchef2]

Amazing new chapter many, many more please 

[man4bigmuscle]

Wondercummerful!

[CurlyJinrlyJin]

Jesus, what a god

[arpeejay]

Slurp! That is all.

[Kymuscleboy]

Seriously, how you manage to  keep coming up with new and ever hotter scenarios for the growing Fred to show his alpha superiority is beyond me, but I am so glad you have this gift. Seeing the introduction of a new character, who has always been the biggest, and seeing him get completely upstaged and dominated by Fred was like icing on the cake after the already insanely hot scenes with Fred and his college boys. As always, I'm looking forward to the next part!