Muscle Lads, Inc.

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16 hours ago, MrWizardyRooster said:

I came for the well-written story, but I stayed for the discussion of breakfast/lunch condiments. 

Haha! That made me laugh. 

[muscleaddict]

13 hours ago, Louis24689383 said:

When I think of jelly, I can hardly imagine it on toast. For me it remains my grandad's favourite dessert. 

Yeah - I think my nan used to make it too actually! 

12 hours ago, Wrestlejock646 said:

well, that's jello, a whole nother animal altogether.

That's what we Brits call jelly - hence why peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are definitely not a thing here and why I had to Google to check what it was. 

[muscleaddict]

17 hours ago, Hialmar said:

I have never understood the exact difference between jam, jelly and marmalade, except that marmalade is for toast exclusively.

That's easy - marmalade is what Paddington Bear has on his sandwiches. 

[MrWizardyRooster]

44 minutes ago, muscleaddict said:

Haha! That made me laugh. 

I have been graced with a blessing from on high!  

In all seriousness, I'm happy to be of service *bows*

[muscleaddict]

TWENTY-ONE

NICK

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Fuck. This is bad. No - it’s worse than just bad. This is pretty much the worst thing that could have happened. But it’s happening. And there’s no running away from it. There's no way to cover this up. We’ve been caught. The game is up. Jason Fox knows about me and Mason the Hot Muscle Daddy. And he looks fucking pissed.

“You … and HIM?” he spits, pointing at me. My stomach tightens. “What the fuck?”

“Jase …” Mason says. 

Jason shakes his head. He’s clearly in disbelief. 

“This started before I met you,” Mason says.

Jason lets out an unnerving laugh. “Oh, brilliant! How?!”

“We met at Utopia,” he confesses. “He came back to mine.”

“And you’ve been shagging each other ever since? I mean, it’s bad enough you’ve been messing about with another lad. But my client?”

Jason turns to me. 

“So I’ve been training you for the past month and all the time you've been messing about with my boyfriend behind my back?”

I feel sick. I’m flooded with guilt and shame. And I don't know what the fuck to say to Jason. I don't think there’s anything I CAN say.

“Jason - we’re not boyfriends. We both said this was just casual.”

Jason scoffs. “Yeah, but I didn't think you’d be doing this. With HIM! I must be the world’s biggest fucking mug,” he says, shaking his head.

Without even thinking, I finally speak. “It was me,” I blurt out.

Jason looks confused and gawps at me. Mason sharply turns his head to look at me.

“It was all my idea. I kept texting him.”

Jason’s face softens for a second.

“Nick - no!” Mason says, firmly.

“What - you forced him to have sex with you?” Jason says. And now I realise how stupid and frugal my attempt to shift the blame to me was.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed working with me, Nick. Because it sure as hell is never going to happen again. And before I caught you two fucking, I was coming in here to tell you your class is up.”

I hate the way Jason is looking at me. I feel like I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Better hurry up, Nick,” he says, giving me a cold stare. "There’s a last-place trophy with your name on it.”

And with those words, I feel like I’ve just been kicked in the fucking stomach. And that I might start crying.

“Jase …” Mason says, in a tone suggesting that comment was out of order. But was it? Because I’m pretty sure I deserved that. 

Jason continues to give me that cold, icy stare. “That’s your cue to fuck off, Nick.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I take one last look at Mason and get the hell out of that bathroom. Shame and guilt coursing through me. I can’t believe that just happened. And yet - in some fucked up way, it feels weirdly right that it did. It feels like karma finally and rightfully caught up with me and kicked me in the fucking arse.

My heart is racing as I walk through the pump room towards the side of the stage where the other junior class competitors are waiting. Jason knows about me and Mason. And now everything’s fucked. Me and Jason working together. Me and Jason being friends. Probably me training at the Muscle Factory. It feels like everything’s unravelling. That everything's coming apart.

And I can’t stop picturing Jason’s face. That cold expression. And those cutting words he said to me. There’s a last-place trophy with your name on it. As I’m standing behind the other junior bodybuilders who are all bigger, better and more shredded than I am, I start to feel light-headed and dizzy. And then … I don’t know what happens. My hands start suddenly shaking. And I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Mate - are you okay?” It’s the guy with the clipboard who’s working at the show.

I don't reply. I can’t say anything. I don’t really know what’s happening but I’m definitely NOT okay. The guy puts his hands on my shoulders and tells me to crouch down on the floor. The room is spinning. It’s like I’m outside of my body. I can see people looking at me. And then I spot someone familiar coming towards me. His hand placed gently on my back. And I hear Danny King say, “I’m his mate.”

“Okay. Nick - we’re going to take you to see the medic,” the clipboard guy says. “Can you stand up for me?”

A few minutes later, I’m sitting on a plastic chair in a little room with a medic next to me, drinking water. Clipboard guy has gone. Danny is still here with me. Still wearing nothing but his trademark ultra-shiny black trunks. Looking at me with genuine concern.

“Have you ever had a panic attack before, Nick?”

Panic attack. What the hell?

“No,” I mutter, looking at the floor. 

“Keep drinking this, Nick. They’ve held the class for you. But you don’t have long. Do you feel like you’re well enough to go on stage?”

I look at Danny. He’s still giving me a concerned look with his arms folded. I look back to the medic guy and shake my head. I can’t go on stage. Not now. The medic calls me a taxi home and Danny goes to get my stuff from the pump room.

“Congrats on your second-place trophy, by the way,” the medic guy says to me. I try and offer up a smile. “I’m not surprised with Jason Fox as your coach.”

I feel a tug of sadness. And guilt consumes me again. 

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” Danny says, giving me a kind smile. Do I deserve Danny’s kindness? Do I deserve him as a mate? Probably not.

I check my phone in the taxi. I have texts from Alfie telling me Jason told him what happened with Mason, asking me why I’m not on stage, what’s going on and if I’m okay. This is not how I thought this day would end. I can’t believe I had a panic attack. If that’s what that was.

When I get back to the flat I text Danny to tell him I’m home, switch off my phone and crawl under my duvet. And then I sleep for what feels like hours. When I finally wake up, the events of what happened at the show come flooding to the front of my mind. Jason walking into the bathroom, catching me and Mason together and confronting us. The way he was with me. That cold look. That scathing comment. Which I know I fully deserved. And that thing that happened in the pump room afterwards.

I switch on my phone, my insides twisting with nerves at what might be waiting for me. I have a text from Danny asking how I am. Another from Alfie telling me Danny told him what happened and that he hopes I’m okay. Nothing from Jason Fox. Nothing from Mason the Hot Muscle Daddy. Which I didn’t expect anyway. Because Mason doesn’t really care about me. Mason doesn’t even know me that well. Me and Mason. Whatever that was, I know that it wasn’t real. I know that now. I’m such a fucking twat for falling for that charm again today. And now everything’s fucked. Everything’s seriously fucked.

I roll over and drift in and out of sleep. Time seems to stretch and expand. I don't look at my phone. I’m done with today. I’m pretty much done with everything. 

I’m suddenly woken up by the sound of the front door clicking open and shut. And then a soft knock on my door. I lie still, not moving. Thinking that maybe if I ignore the knocking, whoever it is will go away.

“Nick?”

But something pulls me out of bed when I hear whose voice it is. I flip the duvet back, and as I sit up, the door slowly creeps open. And now Danny King is standing in my doorway in his black Panthers hoodie and baggy black joggers. His face bronzed from the competition tan.

“Sorry. Were you asleep?”

I swallow and shake my head. He walks towards my bed and sits down on the mattress. His scent is so strong. A mix of the competition tan, his aftershave and natural sweat. 

“Are you okay?”

I sigh and roll my eyes, signalling that I’m not.

“You scared the fucking shit out of me!” he says gently. It’s crazy how soft and gentle Danny King really is. Like a big cuddly monster. His hands are so dark and bronzed. The size difference between the two of us is laughable. Him huge in his black Panthers hoodie. And me sat here in my white vest and boxer shorts.

“Sorry!” I mumble.

“Jesus, Nick. You don’t have to apologise.”

Maybe not to you, I think.

“Wait - how did you do? In your class?”

The left corner of Danny’s mouth curls into a smile. “I won,” he says, softly.

Warmth and happiness surge through me. “That’s awesome!” I say. Danny smiles back. “So you’re going to Nationals?”

Danny sucks his lips in and nods. “Looks like it.”

It’s crazy to think I was one place away from that. Albeit, as a junior classic physique competitor.

“Alfie told me what happened. With Jason?”

My stomach lurches. I bite my lip and look down at my hands. So now Danny knows too. I cautiously look back up at him, almost expecting him to look pissed off or disappointed. But he doesn't. He pulls a slight eeek face, but it doesn’t feel like he’s judging me.

I shake my head and roll my eyes. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

And a horrible person, I think. Because only a terrible person would do what I did to Jason Fox.

“You’re not an idiot. But … shagging your coach’s boyfriend in the backstage toilets probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had,” he says, with a slight smirk.

I want to say they’re not boyfriends, but at this point, does it really matter?

“I feel fucking terrible.”

“Alfie says - you’ve been seeing him a while?”

I nod. Something flickers across Danny’s face.

“Do you like him?” he says, his voice cracking slightly.

“Not really. I mean … I thought maybe I did. At one point?”

Danny nods and drops his eyes slightly. I tell him how I met Mason. How I didn’t know he was seeing Jason at first. How I put a stop to it weeks ago. How what happened earlier in the toilets was a reckless moment of weakness. Which doesn’t excuse it or make it any less wrong.

“Do you think I’m an awful person?”

Danny smiles and shakes his head. “No, Nick.”

I sigh. “I just … feel I’ve fucked everything up,” I say, shaking my head and feeling hopeless.

Danny furrows his eyebrows. “You mean with Jason Fox?”

I swallow and nod. I feel a surge of anxiety. “Fuck. How am I supposed to go back to The Muscle Factory now?”

“Nick - look, you fucked up. But ... you can’t let what happened with Jason Fox stop you from going back to the gym.”

I turn my head away from Danny, looking out of my bedroom window. “Maybe I should just go back home,” I say, hopelessly. 

“What?” Danny says. “Back to Leicester?”

I look at Danny and nod. Something flickers across his face. “That’s ridiculous. Nick - you can’t go back to Leicester.”

I'm looking at Danny. At that handsome, but kind of rough around the edges face. Bronzed from the competition tan.

“Maybe it’s just … best for everyone if I did.”

Danny furrows his eyebrows. “Not for me.”

My chest does something weird. Danny is looking at me. Like he’s studying my face. Suddenly there’s this weird atmosphere.

“You really have no idea, do you?”

My chest tightens. “What?”

“Why YOU going back to Leicester would pretty much be the worst thing ever?”

What the hell? Did Danny King really just say that to me? His eyes go down to my lips. What the fuck is going on?

I open my mouth to speak, but before I have a chance to say anything, Danny King is lunging towards me. Danny King’s face is coming towards mine. Danny King is pressing his lips against mine. Danny King is kissing me.

Danny. King. Is fucking kissing me!

And oh my God. Okay - kissing Mason was always so good. But this is something else. Something else entirely.

Danny pulls back, giving me this look. My hand is now on his massive shoulder. I can't believe how close he is to me. I can't believe I'm touching him. I can't believe he just fucking kissed me.

“You’re gay?”

Danny smiles at me. This heart-melting grin. “Bisexual,” he says casually with a shrug. Like it’s no big deal.

My hand is still on his shoulder. Danny’s eyes go down to my lips again. And he’s kissing me again. Fuck. Just … fuck. 

I fall back against the wall and Danny climbs on top of me. His huge mass pressing down on me. My hand slips down to Danny’s arm. Huge and rock hard, even under his black hoodie. The kissing gets harder. More passionate. He pulls away, smiling at me with this look on his face. Like he can’t believe this is happening, either. How can Danny King be bi? How can Danny King fancy ME? All that time we were hanging out. Did I just completely miss all of the signs? 

I look down at his hoodie-covered torso. My hand gripping his waist. Danny sits up, tugs at the bottom of his black Panther's hoodie and starts to lift it up and off his torso. I’m fully expecting to see a vest or t-shirt underneath. I audibly gasp when I see his shredded, bronzed, absurdly muscular physique in the flesh instead. Danny’s mouth curls into a fuck-off sexy grin at my reaction. 

It’s like I’m looking at a work of fucking art. Those gorgeous blocky abs. The brutally huge striated shoulders. The thick cushions of pec meat. Those massive veiny arms. The size. The cuts. The veins. The striations. All elevated by his bronzed tan. It’s all so freaky. And yet so fucking beautiful. 

I tentatively put my hand on his abs. (My hand is on Danny King’s abs!) And bloody hell. Rock hard to the touch. Like something from another planet. Danny looks from my hand to my face with a smirk. My hand works up to his chest. My fingers running over those thick pillows of pec meat. He tenses and I gasp as the muscle explodes under my fingertips. 

I run my hand to his shoulders. Those rock hard boulder shoulders. Just crazily huge and thick. It's like muscle from a superhero comic book. I trace the veins with my fingers and work my hand to his upper arm. In one swift motion, Danny King brings his arm up into a flex and the biceps explode under my fingertips. A huge, marble-to-the-touch mountain of biceps muscle flexing underneath my fingers. Bigger than Mason the Hot Muscle Daddy’s. And more electrifying than feeling his. Because they’re Danny’s biceps. Because this is Danny King. 

He smirks at me as my fingers squeeze his biceps. And then he lunges towards me, kissing me again. My arms wrap around his back and now Danny is flat on top of me. His weighty mass pinning me to my mattress. He tugs at the bottom of my vest and lifts it up. All the time my hands are squeezing his back, his arms, his waist. I’m gripping onto him. Squeezing Danny King. Touching his paper-thin, slightly sweaty skin. Feeling his rock hard mounds of shredded, competition-conditioned mass. 

Danny works down the bed, my hands running through his soft brown hair. He's gently kissing my abs. And now he’s tugging at the waistband of my boxers. I’m gripping onto his shoulders. And now my cock is free and throbbing. Danny pulls his joggers down so he’s completely naked and returns to my cock. He gently squeezes my throbbing hard on, before putting his lips around the head of my cock and swallowing it with his mouth. And oh my fucking God. How can this be happening? I’m gripping onto Danny’s shoulders. And my cock is in his mouth. Everything that’s happening right now feels right. Me and Danny King. It just feels right.

He comes up to my face and kisses me again. His rock hard body against mine. Both of us shredded and in competition condition. Muscle on muscle. Mine so much smaller. Our bodies just fit together. This just works.

I reposition myself so my head is near Danny’s waist. And now I’m sucking Danny’s cock. Thick and gorgeous. Perfect, even. Like everything else about Danny. And he’s sucking my cock again too. Jesus Christ. It's just so unspeakably horny. Two shredded bodybuilders exploring each other's bodies. And so much more. I need to cum. I want to make Danny King cum. And so much fucking more.

Because it’s Danny King. Danny King who I love hanging out with. Danny King who I like so fucking much. Danny King with his blocky abs and pillow pecs and gorilla-like mass and adorable teeth gap. Danny King who’s so like me in so many ways. Danny King who I like so fucking much. Danny King who’s about to make me cum. Danny King who’s cumming and making me cum simultaneously as my body explodes and I groan and I still can’t believe this is happening. Because this is Danny fucking King!

And now we're just wrapped around each other in my bed. His huge arms tightly gripped around me. My face buried into his pecs. My arm wrapped around his frighteningly muscular, bronzed up physique. I look up at Danny's face. He's wearing this giddy grin as he looks back at me. Warmth, happiness and adrenaline pulses through me. I feel like I’m on the ceiling and I need to be scraped off. But I’m glad I’m not. Because I want to be right here. Wrapped around Danny King.

“I can’t believe you’re bisexual,” I say.

Danny laughs. “There’s a few of us around, you know!”

“Who else?” I ask, my chest pinching with excitement.

“You know that Ozzie guy? Him, for a start.”

“I love that guy!”

Danny grins, showing the gap in his teeth. “Who doesn’t?”

“Does Alfie know?”

Danny gives me a pointed look with an eyebrow arched. “Mr Blabbermouth?”

I bite my lip and grin. “Are you out to anyone?”

“Yeah. A lot of my old schoolmates know. And my mum. She’s known for years. I kinda had a boyfriend in the sixth form.”

“Oh wow. Was he a bodybuilder?”

Danny lets out a little laugh. “Nope!”

“Was he smaller than me?”

“Way smaller! Though I wasn’t exactly a monster myself back then.”

“Wow. You’ve had boyfriends!” I say. There's so much about Danny King that I don't know. So much I want to know. I pretty much want to know everything about him.

“Haven’t you?” he asks.

I shake my head and feel a little embarrassed.

“Just affairs with hot muscle daddies?”

I pull a face and feel an all too familiar stab of guilt.

“I probably will tell Alfie at some point,” Danny says. “I just … I would never, like, publicly come out to everyone. Partly because I wouldn’t want all the attention it would bring me. And let’s be honest - not all of it would be good. Bodybuilding isn’t exactly the most open-minded industry. But, also, partly because I just don’t feel like it’s anyone else's business. You know?”

“Mmmm. I get that!” I reply, nodding. “I think I’m the same. Although … I probably don’t have to worry about this stuff.”

Danny looks at me confused. “Why?”

My stomach clenches. “Cause … I’ll probably never be as good of a bodybuilder as you.”

Danny gives me a look. “Okay - we NEED to do something about your confidence. First of all - why would you even compare yourself to me? You don't need to compare yourself to anyone. You’re on your own journey. Second - look at this body!”

I find myself both smiling and blushing.

“You’re fucking SHREDDED, Nick! Look at these shoulders. The veins. The striations. Your hot little abs!”

And now I’m full-on fucking beaming.

“Plus - you did SO fucking well today.”

“Mmmm. Not in the bodybuilding class though.”

Danny gives me this look. Like he's studying my face. “You never really wanted to do classic physique, did you?”

I screw my face up. “Not really. I kind of just went along with it. Because of Jason. And Alfie. They were both so excited about me doing it.”

His mouth curls into a grin. “You need to start doing what YOU want to do! Cause people like Alfie and Jason. And even me. We can give you all the advice in the world. But only you know what’s right for you. No one cares about your happiness more than YOU do.”

“Do you have some kind of book of inspirational quotes that you keep by the side of your bed?”

Danny laughs. I’m winding him up, but what he’s saying makes sense.

“So … what do YOU want to do, Nick?”

I smirk, despite the fact that I suddenly feel stupid. 

“Come on!”

I wanna stay here forever with you. Wrapped in your massive arms.

I close my eyes. “I … wanna be a bodybuilder.”

I open my eyes to see Danny grinning at me like he thinks I'm cute or something. “What kind of bodybuilder do you want to be?”

“A huge one?” I say, wincing.

Danny looks at me. “I don't believe you. Say it with conviction.”

“I wanna be … a huge fucking bodybuilder. With massive pecs. And monstrous arms. And a huge fucking arse.”

Danny laughs. “Then … we’ll make you one. We’ll make you into a fucking monster. With massive pecs. And monstrous arms. And a huge fucking arse. The biggest fucking arse on the planet. Although … I do kinda like your arse as it is!”

I can’t believe this is happening. Someone fucking pinch me.

“So do you like … smaller guys?”

Danny shrugs. “Usually. I like the size difference, I guess. It’s not just about that though. I mean … OBVIOUSLY, you’re ridiculously cute. And you’ve got these hot little abs. And I kinda love your chipmunk cheeks. And the way your hair always sticks up at the back.”

“Ugh. I hate that!”

Danny laughs. “Well, I think it’s adorable. But it’s other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“Just … you. I mean … it's everything about you.”

Danny King leans in and kisses me again and my heart feels like it's about to burst through my fucking chest.

“And you’re very good at THAT!" he says, as he pulls his lips away from mine. "Are you okay though? About everything that happened today?”

My stomach clenches at the sudden reminder of the absolute mess that happened today.

“Mmmm. Not really," I confess. "I just feel … fucking really bad. About Jason.”

Danny swallows. “You should talk to him.”

I feel a twist of nerves at the thought of talking to Jason Fox. Of even seeing him again. “I don't think I can ever go back to The Muscle Factory.”

“Nick - Jason doesn’t OWN the gym.”

“I know. I just think … it will be REALLY fucking awkward if I went back.”

“Well you know there are OTHER gyms in Manchester?” Danny says, giving me this look. I feel a pinch of excitement at the prospect of what might be unfolding here.

“Come to Panthers! I’ll take you. I’ll even hold your hand if you want? Actually, no. Probably best not to do that!"

I smile at him, my head spinning with the idea of going to Manchester's other famous bodybuilding gym with Danny King. 

"We’ll get you a new coach. Fuck it. I’LL be your coach!”

My eyes drop to one of Danny's massive boulder shoulders. Something suddenly hits me and my stomach twists.

“Mason trains at Panthers, too though!" I tell him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Danny teases, with a laugh. “So you’re basically screwed either way. Okay - forget what’s happened. Take everyone else out of the equation. Panthers or The Muscle Factory? Where do you want to go? What do you DO want to do, Nick?”

I smirk as I think about Danny's question. “I think I wanna try Panthers.”

Danny gives me an excited grin. “Then I’ll take you to Panthers!”

I grip onto him and look into his eyes. I suddenly feel a surge of bravery. 

“There is something else I really wanna do, too.”

Danny smirks and gives me a curious look. "Yeah?"

I nod. "Right now actually!"

Before Danny has a chance to ask me what that thing is, I bring my lips to his and kiss him. And it’s just as amazing and mind-blowing as before. Because it’s Danny King. 

Danny King who I love hanging out with. Danny King with his blocky abs and pillow pecs and gorilla-like mass and adorable teeth gap. Danny King who’s like me in so many ways. Danny King who made me cum earlier and apparently thinks I’m ridiculously cute! Danny King who I like so fucking much. Danny King - who, amazingly, actually fucking likes me back.

[Psuace]

Yeah for Nick.  Kind of figured 'The Danny King' liked him based on the trip to the arcade. 

Well written as always. 

I was scared it would end up that Nick was having a dream.

[Ozymandias]

I was right!

Two Qs:

1. How much does Danny weigh at this point?

2. So will we see Nick blown up into a mass monster? 

[Mdlftr]

On 10/3/2023 at 4:53 PM, Hialmar said:

My impression after a few months in UK was that Marmite is popular there, not Vegemite. I believe Vegemite is part of Australian cuisine. Ask an Englishman and an Australian, and they will tell you, that Marmite and Vegemite, despite almost* identical recipes, are two entirely different products.

Those who haven't tried, ought to spread a very small amount** thinly*** over toast, preferably mixed with butter or margarine. 

* "Almost" is the crucial word here.

** This means A SMALL AMOUNT

*** This means THINLY

How about 'none at all" or "an invisible amount"  Do those count?  LOL

 

I MAY have confused "vegemite" with "Marmite" - neither of which I've ever actually seen or tasted.  I think "vegemite" came from an old episode of the "Lucy Show":

 

 

[Mdlftr]

On 10/4/2023 at 8:14 PM, Wrestlejock646 said:

The debate should include Crunchy or Creamy.  Actually, there can be no debate. Crunchy all the way!

 

I like both, but SKIPPY's creamy peanut butter is my "go to"!

https://www.peanutbutter.com/peanut-butter/creamy

 

[Hialmar]

Chapter twenty-one is simultaneously gut wrenching and sweet. I hope Nick and Danny become happy. I hope Jason will be happy, too, and that Mason grow up.