Reddit Post: Intimidated by Father's Muscular Body

[NickSR]

Hey muscle worshippers!  Been a while since I've published something - so one horny night, I was reading through reddit posts and there was one about a guy being intimidated/emasculated by how athletic his friend had gotten.  So I thought, what if someone posted about his dad becoming a jacked af muscle daddy?  In that vain, I decided to write a story as a reddit post!  Disclaimer: this story is 85% muscle worship but has a bit more foot worship towards the end.  Enjoy, and happy cumming

 

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Hey fellow redditers – so I (M21) don’t usually post here but something happened the other day that I could really use your help with – nothing like reaching out to an internet full of strangers for advice right?  Trust me that by the end of this you’ll get why I’d rather stay anonymous as opposed to asking my friends or, god forbid, my dad.  Alright here it is.

For context, I just wrapped-up my senior year of college and I usually come home about every 2 months – Christmas, spring break, and then summer break.  Well, this year I decided to spend spring break with friends and did not have time to go back home – so I had been away from home from the end of December to the first week of June (today).  This is important to my dilemma I promise.

In October, so before Christmas break, he decided that he was going to pick up working out again.  Back in his 20s my dad was actually pretty active and from photos I’ve seen he was in decent shape – nothing crazy – but nothing to scoff at either.  Over the past 20 years though, he’s slowly fallen out of shape– up through October I’d say he was fit for a 52 year old but not anything extraordinary.  He decided though that he had had enough and wanted to get as fit as possible.  Now I’m sure all of us have heard someone say, “oh that’s it from now on I’m going to the gym and cleaning up my diet!”  We’ve all heard the story, hell we’ve been the ones telling it – but usually these things last two weeks tops and then fizzle out (speaking from personal experience as well, no judgment).

The thing is though, my dad was serious, and he stuck to it.  Like really stuck to it.  When I came home for Christmas break he was going to the gym 4 days a week and had significantly cleaned up his diet.  I could already see some changes in his physique, but it was nothing over the top.  Pretty standard given his new diet and exercise regime I would say.  I didn’t think too much of it at Christmas time and then went back to school before coming back home for the first time in June.

So, a few days ago I was kind of bored, my dad had gone to work, and I was starting to feel edgy from not doing anything.  My dad had a guest pass to his gym so I decided to go if nothing else to pass time and just move.  Well, I get to the gym and head into the locker room to put my things in a locker.  This is where things go way off the rails and why I’m even writing this in the first place.  Get ready because this is a doozy – I’m honestly trembling a bit even writing this . . . here we go.

I walk up to a locker and I put my stuff in.  I had the locker door open to my left so my face was obscured from the guy who walked around the bench behind me and came to a locker to my left.  I didn’t think much of it at first, but I could tell from my peripheral vision that he was just in a towel.  From what I could make out though this guy seemed pretty yoked and I won’t lie I got a little bit curious.  I looked over and my first thought was, “holy shit, this guy is jacked!”  I mean seriously, his arms were shredded, his obliques were showing even though he was barely moving, and his chest hung over and off of his frame.  I can’t even describe it, but this guy was seriously jacked – not to mention clearly pumped from his workout.

Just as I was about to glance over a bit more he reached for his towel and pulled it off – I immediately looked back towards my locker and finished putting my things away.  I closed it and just as I was about to walk away the man next to me said, “oh damn, I didn’t expect to see you here!”  Immediately recognizing the voice, I looked over to my left and who should be the jacked bodybuilder but my dad.  I turned over and looked at my father who was now standing in front of me in just his boxers[b1] .

Y’all.  I cannot describe the next 5 seconds well enough.  But it’s the whole reason I’m here.  In those five seconds I honestly couldn’t help myself from just looking up and down at my father’s muscular body.  How had my father gone from being a normal, run-of-the-mill guy to a bodybuilder?!  The first second was just shock, but after that I couldn’t help but analyze the curves, definition, and vascularity of his body.  His neck had firmed up, his shoulders had gotten bigger, his chest was beyond huge – like two very clear pecs separated by a line that went down to his abs.  Oh my god – his abs.  Guys I can’t tell you how emasculating it is to see your father with an 8 pack.  Like your 52-year-old dad with a ripped 8 pack you’d see on a 22 year old.  His arms were just as crazy.  Somehow my father had gotten large, rounded biceps and he had veins running all along his arm.  The dude looked like he was going to explode and he wasn’t even flexing.

Then my eyes did a bit of a boomerang – within like a full second – I tried to not look directly at his boxers so I skipped past onto his thick, vascular quads.  His shredded, striated, athetlic quads.  The only problem is our brains are quicker than we’d like them to be.  I couldn’t help but notice how filled out his boxers were so, against my better judgment, my eyes went back up quickly and then down.  I’ll leave it at this – we’d like to think in our 20s we’ve really stepped into manhood.  In that moment though, there was little doubt in my mind as to who’s manhood was bigger and it wasn’t mine.  I let my eyes go back down in embarrassment past his bulging calves down to his vascular bare feet.  Standing half-naked, mere inches away from me, my father looked muscular, vascular, and powerful.  My dad had become a bodybuilder – and a damn good one at that.

Apparently I had done a bit more of an up and down than I had realized though – my dad cocked his eyebrow and asked, “Checking out my progress?”  Guys at this point I really didn’t have any words – my dad looked so masculine and strong.  I was a bit caught-off guard, so I didn’t respond in time.  Moving towards me he asked,

“Little intimidated?”  He asked with a half laugh.

“Honestly a little bit.” I replied honestly – how could I not be?!  My father was in front of me half-naked just casually talking to me with huge pecs, vascular biceps and quads, and shredded abs at 52 I’d kill for at 20.  He looked down for a second and crossed his arms, arching his foot – like guys the pinacol of masculinity in that moment.  His arms and pecs swelled up in size, as his calf became noticeably more defined.  He looked at me with an oddly smug, but almost annoyed look.

“Might not want to check my dick next time.”  I swear I have never been redder in my entire life – he had noticed my eyes go back up.  As though that weren’t enough though he continued.

“My biceps and pecs are probably a lot to take in as it is.”  He held out his right arm to flex his jacked, muscular, biceps, triceps, and forearms.  It was like his entire arm erupted into vascular muscularity.  Unsure of what to do I looked at his powerful biceps for a second before throwing my eyes to the floor figuring that would be better.  In the oddest way though, seeing my dad’s bare feet against his muscular, powerful body only seemed to emphasize just how much more manly he had become.  In all of this I just got an overwhelming sense of emasculation.  Seeing my father so confident and muscular was a lot to take in.  And apparently he knew it.  A slight, genuine laugh came from his direction as I looked back up.  He relaxed his flexed arms and brought his hands to his hips.

“Are my manly feet a bit too much for you?”  He arched his foot again and looked down, flexing his vascular calves.  “By the looks of it my toes might be stronger than your arms.”  He held his flex, his powerful arms casually hanging by the sides of his pumped pecs and cut abs – all while bringing his eyes back up to me with another eyebrow raise.  “I assume you don’t disagree?”  At the sound of this comment I went to bring my eyes up to his, but couldn’t help but stare at his muscular, protruding pecs.

“Dad, you . . . you’ve changed so much.”  A smirk came over his face.

“Glad you like the changes.”  He took a step forward closing the gap between us.  He took a hushed tone.  “I’d keep flexing my muscles for you but with all of this testosterone I’m about to pop a boner – and trust me, if you think my muscles and feet are intimidating, wait until you see these boxers fill out.”  I pulled back for a second surprised at his comment.

“Are you . . . horny?”  He looked at me as though I had asked a stupid question, which, as you’ll see, I had.

“Since I started working out my test has been off the charts.  I might be over 50, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got more testosterone in my body than you do at this point.”  He looked off to the side and then back at me with a look of pained honesty.  “Are you rubbing one out almost two or three times a day?”  He asked doubtfully.

“Twice a day?!”  I said in a hushed choke.  He pulled back slightly and took a sympathetic tone.

“Maybe getting an idea of who the man of the house is?”  He looked down and then back up at me.  “Alright let me get dressed I’m starting to get hard, and I feel like I might have already intimidated you enough.”

Let me just say that at this point I was not even sure what was happening.  I had just come to the gym to casually work out and pass some time because I was bored.  Now, I was standing in front of my half-naked, muscular, pumped dad talking about how thick his dick was and how often he jacked off.  In all of this though the thing that seemed to get to me the most was just how masculine he seemed.  In just his boxers, talking about his body like that . . . it was . . . a lot y’all (I literally had to take a breath as I typed that out).  Anyway, following his last comment, I just laughed a little bit and looked back down along his imposing frame.

“I’m just . . . without words honestly.”  He had started to reach for his shirt on the bench but stopped for a second.

“Are you feeling a little insecure?”  I opened my mouth to respond but for some reason no words came out – that was honestly a first for me.  I was flustered.  He folded his arms back over and raised his eybrows with a frown as though he were about to deliver harsh news (plot twist for me, he was!)

“It might go a bit easier for you if you just . . .” he held his hands out against his impressively swollen biceps.  “Accept I’m the alpha.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well for starters, I don’t wear much more than this at home anymore.  So you’d better get used to seeing my muscles.”

“You just walk around in your boxers?”  I asked with a bit of surprise.

“If you had ripped abs like these would you wear a shirt?”  I looked at his 8-pack peaking out from under his crossed iron-like arms.

“You do have some pretty ripped abs.”

“Are you going to check me out every time you see me?”

“I’m not checking you out!”  I protested.  He immediately rolled his eyes at my obvious lie.

“You can barely keep your eyes off of my muscles.”  He quipped back.  I looked down, forgetting that even his legs and feet were just as intimidatingly masculine a the rest of him.

“Or my feet it seems.”

“Damn, uhm . . .”  I looked off to the right trying not to laugh at how embarrassed I was getting.  It was true though, he had changed so much I could barely keep my eyes off of any part of him.

“Tell you what.”  He paused for a moment before dropping his arms down, revealing their thick vascularity and his rock solid pecs.  He took a step forward closing the gap between us.

“Do you want to worship my muscles and feet later?”  I nearly gave myself whip lash with how quickly I turned back towards him, this time looking him in the eye.

“. . . what?”

“I’m serious.  Like I said, since I’ve started lifting and . . .”  He held his arms out to the sides and flexed.  “I have so much testosterone running through me.  You’re lucky I haven’t bust out of these boxers yet.  And by the time I get home I’m going to be ready to jack off.”  He put his hands on his hips thinking of the right words.  “So if you want to worship my feet a little bit, really appreciate how masculine and strong they are, we could both jerk off.”  I cannot express how casually and nonchalantly he asked this, which somehow made it even more enticing.

“Are you serious?”

“Are you a little scared of sucking my strong toes?”  He looked up and down my figure, “or licking the sweat off my biceps?”

“You’ve just gotten so big . . . it’s a little intimidating seeing you without clothes much less being that close.”

“Most men learn their place pretty quick when they suck my feet and worship my body.”  He flashed a coy smile at me turning back towards his locker.

“Most men?  Are you like . . . sleeping around?”

“Well let’s see, bodybuilder physique, 7.5 inch cock, insatiable sex-drive . . . do you think you’ll be the first college guy I’ve put on his knees?”  And just for the record, I had somehow suppressed a raging boner at this point, but as I’m rethinking this in my head and typing it out . . . my pants are soaked guys.  Unsure of how to respond to that I decided to just be honest. 

“I just never knew you were so dominant and manly.”

“I’m sure it’s odd for you to think about, but like I said, I’m pretty sure I’m hornier than you are at this point.  And as long as I’m being honest, I’m pretty sure my boners are harder than most 25 year old guys.”  I looked at my father dumbfounded.  How hard did his cock get?

“My muscular feet don’t seem so bad now right?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Don’t worry though.”  He slapped his hand on my shoulder.  “You’re still going to take these masculine toes once we’re home.  He started to walk by me before stopping at my side, leaning into my ear.  He flexed his arm in front of me as he spoke,

“You can wait in the lobby, I need to go jerk off first.”  And with that very normal comment, he patted my shoulder with his firm hand and walked off.

The entire ride home I felt like I was going to explode.  Honestly, I pretty much rode home with a boner sitting next to my dad the entire way, knowing he had already finished himself off but was going to be ready for round two with me soon.  He had already said that he usually jacks off twice per day, his testosterone was so high, hell just looking at his body you could see it.

Once we were finally home we had only been in the door for a second or two before my dad threw his bag down.

“Finally.  I’m so fucking horny.”  He breathed out.

“Didn’t you just jack off?”  I asked amazed.  He looked at me with a cocky smile.

“Didn’t you see the size of my cock?”  I audibly gulped.

“You did fill out your boxers pretty well.”

“Get on your knees.”  He said calmly, which I more than happily obliged.

“So you know my cock is bigger, my muscles are bigger, my body is stronger right?” 

“No question at all.”  I said.  He took his shirt off but left his pants on.  My father was now half-naked in front of me dominating me with his masculinity.

“I want you to really get how much stronger I am than you though.”  He looked down and then back up at me.

“Try to lift my toes.”

“What?”  I asked with visible exhilaration.

“Earlier when I said my toes were probably stronger than your body, I wasn’t joking.”  He pointed his fingers to his toe and arched them up for a moment.  Obeying his order I put my fingers under his big toe and lifted up, only for his entire foot to not even budge.  I kept trying before he flexed his toe downward onto my hand.

“Fuck!”  I let you surprised at the preasure.  He looked down at me,

“Are you struggling a little bit?  Daddy’s feet too powerful?”  I put both of my hands under his left big toe and started to pull up but even with all of my strength I couldn’t lift his intimidatingly masculine feet.

“Looks like my feet are stronger than your body after all.”

“Fuck your one toe is.”  He lifted up his foot and brought it to my face.

“Feel how muscular my foot is.”  I rubbed my hands along his foot, feeling the steel like smoothness of every inch.  The hair and veins on the top only added to its masculinity.

“Try and push my toes back again.”  He said cockily.  With all of the strength that I could muster I pushed both of my hands against his strong toes, but couldn’t even get them to budge.  I kept trying before once again he pushed his toe downward moving both of my hands back.

“You can’t even push back my big toe with both of your arms.  Are daddy’s feet a little too much for you?”  He asked still pushing both of my hands back as I grunted.

“I don’t even need to use my pecs or my biceps.  I can just submit you with my bare feet.”

“God damn you are so strong.”

“You better hope you don’t piss me off.”  At those words I could actually see his fully erect cock twitch through his pants.  He brought his foot back before smacking it against my cheek with a surprising amount of force.  “If you can’t take the strength in my toes, you definitely don’t want to feel these biceps or lats.”  He flexed his enormous biceps before arching his foot again causing his quads to flare out enough that they nearly showed through his pants.

“Why don’t you feel the veins on my abs.  Feel what a real man’s body is like.”  Obeying his orders I rubbed my hands along his vascular 8 pack, savoring the feeling of his pumped veins and steel-like muscles under my fingers.  I slowly caressed his muscles and veins before pausing and taking a deep breath in.

“You’re so muscular and powerful . . .”  I let my hands rub up further, nearly reaching his nipples hanging off of his thick pecs.  “Could you . . .”  I struggled to get the words out as my fingers reached his hard nipples.  He lowered his arms down, and bounced his pecs under my hands.

“Are you ready for daddy to throw you around a little?”

From there . . . let’s just say that my father did way more than just throw me around . . . and I loved every second of it.  As I’m writing this my ass still hurts from taking his thick cock (yes, it was just as thick as it looked in his boxers – if for some reason you guys are feeling particularly pervy I can give more details on that but just writing this my cock is already painfully hard). 

So there you have it!  That’s my problem, I’m not even sure how to go about talking about this or what to do.  My father became a bodybuilder, made me his little bitch, and I wouldn’t change any of it.  Even though he’s already cum three times today (turns out he jerked off before he even got to the gym), he said he’d be ready for more worshiping.

What do you all think?  Should I stop?  I feel like I should . . . it’s my dad.  But then I see him without his shirt or without his pants and god damn.  His body is too muscular and manly to resist.  Fuck, okay, I’ve actually soaked through my pants, I’m going to pump one out and then come back for your comments.       

 

[OldFashioned]

So insanely hot as always!

[dredlifter]

That was fun!  Surprise daddy muscle glow-ups are the best.

Just outta curiosity, do you have the link to the reddit post?  I'd love to read it as well.

[marius777]

I would also be interested in seeing the Reddit post.

[debate1]

Same!

[btw89]

Wow, this is a hot story. Keep on going! 

[gymratX]

Could we atleast known what subreddit You were browsing?

[EdBrock7]

I would love a RP with someone who wants to be my muscular and dominant dad and me the submissive son

[Tom54]

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[Warrener]

Great story, great atmosphere, great characters! Love the semi-realness of writing it like a post on reddit… before veering off into hot muscle worship stuff!

Can't wait to see what you the original poster will follow up with