Going Niche (Complete Story) [Bonus Material Added 8/29/23]

[HawkShark]

Hey@TQuintA,

Shoot I just realized something I didn't grok. Is Slate Hugh and is Onyx Lev or the other way around? The impatience in the question at the end suggests Slate, but better to ask than assume. 

Will there be much of a wait on your epilogue or is it already ready for your around 1:30pm est posting tomorrow?

[citizenies]

Cant wait for the epilogues ~ 

[Tjdonger]

Wow! You’ve simply out done yourself again. Love the description of their sizes. Would be even hotter to hear the details of their bodies during sex…especially with each other. Thank you for this journey and how promptly you post. Look forward to more!
 

You the bomb!  

[TQuintA]

Epilogue

            I had made it.

            It was my last day as a pleasure boy.  My last session. 

            Naturally, it was a one-on-one with Adam—a special, early morning one he had to pay extra for.

            “You know,” he said, swirling his finger in my chest hair, “if you took the job with Quentin, you’d really be taking the job with me.”

            “Come again?” I asked.

            “I was going to wait until you were on the outside to tell you this, but I’m running for president.  Quentin’s my running mate.  I’ve never been more popular with my voters than I am right now.”

            “You’d be the most muscular president there ever was,” I kidded.  “Bodybuilder-in-chief.”

            “I’m serious, Nile,” he replied.  “I can make some real changes for non-legacy citizens.  I know you’ve been studying political science with Quentin and that he wants you for his cabinet.”  Adam looked at me with puppy dog eyes.  “Why’d you tell him no?”

            “Because I understood the political science he taught me,” I said.  I kissed the top of Adam’s head and explained.  “The legacy system is rotted to the core.  We both know it.  But its hooks are so thoroughly dug into the flesh of the world.  If we want actual, substantial, perpetual change to take place, we’ll have to dismantle the whole thing.  And the rich and powerful like being rich and powerful, so they’ll fight back.  And they don’t fight fair.  I know from the news Mark has smuggled me that they’ve already introduced a bill making it harder for non-legacy citizens to vote, some even suggesting a legacy be a prerequisite for a voting ID.”

            “I’ll veto it,” Adam assured me.

            I kissed him again, saying, “You have to get elected first, and they’re not going to make it easy for you.”

            “But…” Adam protested.

            I stopped him.  “I think a big change is starting.  But for that change to come, there will be upheavals.  I’m talking protests, riots, maybe even civil war.  Blood in the streets.  I’m an old man.  I just want to marry Gavin, get a dog and a cat, and spend the rest of my life reading.  I think I’ve earned that.”

            “Change can’t happen without people like you,” Adam said.  “And you’re one of a kind.”

            “I may have been needed to get things started, but I could’ve done nothing without people like you, Quentin, and Olivia.  I’m more than happy to hand the torch to you guys.  I’ll help the cause in the future, of course.  But I’m not going to be at its epicenter.”  I flexed my pecs.  “I’m too big a target.”

            “I’m going to miss you,” Adam said, kissing me.

            “I’m not dying,” I reminded him.  “As long as Gavin doesn’t oppose it, you’ll be invited to the wedding, and if you become the president, you’re inviting me to at least one state dinner.”

            “Done and done,” he said.

            After the session—my last session—I went back to my dorm.  Even though a new room had been made available for me, I stayed in the room I’d had for 50 years, mostly for my secret stash, but also because it was so full of memories.

            Lev and Hugh were waiting for me.  They had both bulked up a little more in the last few months.  Hugh had maxed out his muscles at 430 pounds.  His cock was 20 impossible inches, but he hadn’t maxed that out yet.  He was saving that particular feat for his tenth anniversary as a pleasure boy.  Lev had completely maxed out: 531 pounds and 14 inches of cock.  They both looked stupendous.  I hoped this wouldn’t be the last day I saw them.

            “We packed up your things,” Hugh said, pointing to the suitcases on the bed.  “Least we could do since you divvied up your regulars between the two of us.”

            “My clients like big,” I reminded them.  “With me gone, you two will be the biggest in the house.”

            “The boys wanted to get you a going away present as thanks for everything you’ve done,” Lev explained, “so they chipped in and bought you the suitcases so you could take your clothes and your few possessions.”  I had gotten so used to pleasure boys leaving at a moment’s notice that the pragmatics of packing had escaped me.

            “Tell them thanks,” I said.

            “I didn’t pack these,” Lev said, handing me a zinnia and the plastic ring.  “I figured you would want to wear them out.”

            “Thanks,” I said, sliding the zinnia behind my ear and slipping the ring onto my pinky as far as it would go.

            “Who’s replacing you?” Lev asked.  “My money’s on Shark.  Nick has unlimited energy.”  We’d fallen into the habit of ricocheting between using each other’s real names and pleasure house names.  “Tony was of two minds and said he would ask you.”

            “I recommended Tiger,” I said, as though it was self-evident.  “Richie’s the tallest, and this house is all about big.”

            “I thought it would be Triton,” Hugh said.  “You’ve always had a soft spot for the underdog.”

            “No,” I corrected, “Omari’s doing the lend/lease program.”  The reaction to Olivia’s last article had been so effusive, especially the photo spread showing our immense sizes (and the words “for a limited time only” under my picture), that all of the men in this house had swarms of devoted female fans who wanted to worship Tony’s titans.  I suggested a program where Triton, who’d almost made it through the fourth round, would visit our house for a week or two while one of our permanent boys would go to a house that still took female clients.  I mean, we still couldn’t legally leave the houses, but at least this would be like travel.

            “I’m going to fucking miss you,” Hugh said.  “Can you believe that?  I’m going to miss you.  You’re not even going to see a fully formed Slate.  I haven’t maxed out my cock, and I haven’t gotten that mesh corset yet.”

            “You’re gorgeous,” I told him.  “You don’t need a mesh corset.”

            “I’m doing it for me,” Hugh said.  “A way to forever say goodbye to the tubby schlub I was before I joined a pleasure house out of desperation.  The fact that it ups my tips is a bonus.  Besides, I’m not getting it until I’ve saved up for it.”

            “That’s my man,” I said, giving him a one-armed hug.  Since we’d fucked, he didn’t like feeling my crotch press into his.

            He pat me sharply on the back to let me know the hug was over.  “What are you doing when you get out of here, pops?  If you’re smart, you’ll take Booker up on his sponsorship offer.  That way, we might get to see you in commercials when Cliff’s theater is finished being built.”

            I sighed.  “I might do one or two just to shut Fred up.  It will also help grease the wheels with the supplement companies, and that will help me keep up my godlike physique.”

            “You’re going to keep all this mass?” Lev asked, surprised.

            “For as long as I can or as long as Gavin wants me to,” I answered.  “Which are likely the same thing.”

            “I knew you wanted Booker’s deal,” Hugh said, self-satisfied.

            “Not really.  I don’t want to be a spokesmodel.  I just want to marry Gavin, get a dog and a cat, and spend the rest of my life reading.  I think I’ve earned that.”

            “You are such a boring old man.”  He offered his hand, and we shook goodbye.

            As soon as Hugh was out of my room, Lev looked at me, pain-stricken.  “I can’t say goodbye.  If I say goodbye, I’ll start crying, and if I start crying, I won’t stop.  And I have a session in an hour.”

            “It’s not forever,” I insisted.  “I’ll come back on Visitors’ Day if you want me.”

            “You say that, but you won’t.  Gavin didn’t visit this past Visitors’ Day.”

            I shook my head.  “We both agreed to that.  Mark started passing messages between the two of us, and we both decided that if Gavin came to visit, it would make the last few months impossibly hard.  If you want me to come on Visitors’ Day, I’m coming.”

            “Bring pictures of the wedding and your pets,” he said as his answer.

            “I’ll bring a million.  Tony will let you keep one or two for your wall.”

            Lev nodded.  “I still can’t say goodbye,” he admitted.

            “See you at lunch,” I lied.

            “See you at lunch,” he echoed.

            With that, I walked to Tony’s office.  I put down my suitcases just outside his double doors.

            “Signing out, boss,” I said as I opened his door without knocking.

            “I will not miss you, Nile,” he said.  “But I would be a fool if I didn’t ask this next question.”

            I had expected some delay, so I braced myself for fresh nonsense.  “Get it out of your system.”

            “I need an expert to train the new boys at my pleasure houses.  They’d call you Mr. Pursar, not Nile.  You wouldn’t even live at the pleasure house; you’d go home to your husband every night with a hefty paycheck.”  Then, Tony winced like he was having a tooth pulled.  With a grimace, Tony added, “You could continue having a positive influence on pleasure house culture.”

            I snorted.  “It must have killed you to say that.”

            “You have no idea,” he replied.  “If I could find someone better than you, I wouldn’t ask you.”

            I shook my head, resignedly and said, “I just want to marry Gavin, get a dog and a cat, and spend the rest of my life reading.  I think I’ve earned that.”

            “I can’t tempt you with money?”

            “I’m getting a double pension, and Gavin has his half-pension” I reminded him.  “We’re set.”

            “Then why darken my doorstep?”

            “Just checking that I’ve dotted every I and crossed every T,” I said simply.

            “Go.  You’ve served your 50.”  He gestured away from his office.

            I spread my arms wide.  “One last hug from daddy?”

            He pointed at me sharply.  “Watch it with that.”

            “Bye, Tony.”

            I walked out the front door and into the sunlight.

            I could smell the trees and felt a breeze dance across my face.

            “Gavin, you are gorgeous,” I head a familiar voice say from the edge of the house’s property.  It was my Gavin.  He looked as beautiful as I remembered him, even with the crow’s feet and grey patches and bald spot.  He was the most wonderful sight I could ever see.  “Happy 70^th birthday.”

            “Gavin!” I said excitedly, dropping my suitcases.  I raced to him and picked him up, smothering his face in kisses.  “You’re heavier than I expected.”  I put him back down.  “Not heavy, but heavier.”  He looked bigger than I’d ever seen him.  His pecs stretched out the front of his shirt, his biceps overfilled his sleeves, his muscular legs were stuffed into tight pants.  He was beyond sexy.

            “A gift from Dr. Mowbray,” he said.  “He helped me beef up while I was waiting for you.”

            “How big are you?” I asked.

            “250,” he said.  “Bigger than I was as a pleasure boy.  And, I have a ridiculously low body fat percentage that will not survive our honeymoon,” he joked.  He flashed me his stomach—he had a decent six-pack.  Gavin had never had a six-pack.  He’d been solid and strong, but he’d never had a six-pack.  “Enjoy these while they last.”

            “You didn’t have to do this for me,” I said.

            “I wanted the six-pack and muscles out of sheer vanity.  Our wedding is in five days, and our honeymoon is immediately after.  I want to look drop dead sexy in the pictures,” he explained.  Then, he pointed at my cock, which was getting harder by the second.  “Your tumescent appreciation is just a bonus."

            He somehow made the word “tumescent” sound mellifluous.

            “Oh, I’ve missed your voice.  Are you singing at our wedding?”

            “Of course I am.”  He slung his arm around my waist.  He felt warm, strong, hard, and solid. 

            I felt safe and loved. 

            We started to walk away from Tartarus.  “There’s a van waiting for us a few blocks away.  Maybe half a mile.  I had them park a minimum safe distance from the house.”

            “A van?” I asked.

            With a shrug that highlighted his beefy shoulders, he admitted, “I didn’t know if you’d fit into a car.”

            “I probably wouldn’t,” I confessed.

            “How big did you get?  Dr. Mowbray says you maxed out.”

            I flexed my pecs, swelling them into gigantic boulders of brawn.  “633 pounds and 17 inches.”

            “Shit,” he said, surveying my massive physique.  “Your pecs are godlike.  Your biceps are beyond huge.  And that ass!  There’s no word for how big that muscular ass is.  I must look tiny to you.”

            “You look beautiful,” I reassured him.  “Besides, I did this for you.  I want you to enjoy every pound and inch of me.  And I’m staying this big as long as you want me to.”

            “That might encourage me to keep up this physique,” he responded.  “Or even get bigger.”

            “You’d never get bigger than me,” I responded, flexing my giant pec, showing him it was bigger than his chest.

            A tent grew in his pants.  A big, big tent.

            “Yeah, okay,” he confessed.  “I took some dimefidone too.  It’s 10 inches.  I wanted it to be a surprise when we fucked for the first time.”

            “Sorry to spoil the surprise,” I teased.

            “It’s your fault for being so sexy.”  He laughed slightly.

            “Your cock was perfect the way it was,” I assured him.  “I love the new size, don’t get me wrong.  But unlike the muscles and six-pack, this is you forever now.”

            Gavin shrugged.  “I figured I had to get a giant cock to please your giant ass.  We both know you ain’t topping me with your nuclear bomb.”

            I laughed, and the zinnia fell from my ear.  I stopped to pick it up, but Gavin urged me along.

            “Leave it.  I have a whole garden of them in our backyard.”

            “Our backyard.”  It sounded heavenly.

            “There’s a good view of them from our library window.”

            “Our library,” I repeated.

            “It’s at the back of our house.”

            “Our house.”

            He took my hand to his lips to kiss it.  That’s when he noticed the plastic ring on my pinky.

            “Is this…?” he asked.

            “It is.  I kept it safe for 25 years.”

            He kissed my hand again.  “You sentimental fool.”

            “You’re only impressed because keeping it was against the rules.”

            “That doesn’t hurt,” he said.  Then, he started softly singing the chorus of our song.

            When he finished, I softly said, “I’ve missed you.”

            “I’ve missed you too.”

            He held me closer and said, “So, Gavin Pursar,” he leaned his head on my giant shoulder, “what do you want to do now?”

            “Only chickens ask,” I teased, goosing him.

            Gavin reacted with a start and a laugh, then repeated, “No seriously.  What do you want to do now?  You can do anything in the world.  What do you want to do?”

            “I just want to marry you, get a dog and a cat, and spend the rest of my life reading.”

            “You’ve earned that,” he said with a smile.

[NeedMore123]

Speechless. This story was packed with incredible muscle growth but also perfectly balanced with its story beats and use of romantic ideals. 

[DawnFire98]

Fucking hell...now I am happy and sad. Sad, that the tale is over, but happy to have experienced it. 

Good thing, that I can just read it again and again and again... 

Applause for @TQuintA!

Was also great to see the others a last time. Onyx, Slate and even Tony in a weird way. 

I wish the two Gavins all the best.

[IronandGold]

49 minutes ago, TQuintA said:

Lev nodded.  “I still can’t say goodbye,” he admitted.

            “See you at lunch,” I lied.

            “See you at lunch,” he echoed.

I cried. I’m actually crying again rereading this. So thankful you wrapped this up so sweetly 

[actorsarecool]

There always comes a time when I see the word “Complete” in the title of @TQuintA’s stories that gets me so happy and sad.  Happy because I know there is going to be a great ending and sad because our time in the world that has been expertly crafted has ended.  I’m always a big fan of your work TQuintA and this time it was no exception.  Somehow you always make your characters relatable and like old friends - while also having exemplary growth/passion scenes.  I’m thankful for our time in this world with Nile (Gavin) and everyone - and I can’t wait to see what’s next from you, if we are so lucky.  Like the main character of this tale, you’ve earned anything you want to do next.  Kudos!

[Pumped]

TQuintA,

All I am able to get out through my sea of tears is a heartfelt thank you, thank you, thank you..

[arpeejay]

"I just want to marry you, get a dog and a cat, and spend the rest of my life reading.”

Minus the cat, the muscles, and the ginormous weenie, that's what I did. And I have three grandbabies to make up for the lack of a cat etc. 

Thanks again. As I said previously, I have loved all of your stories since I read the first chapter of the first one four (!!!) years ago. But I have loved this one the most and not just because I am an alterkocker like Nile. It's in your nature to top yourself, TQuintCliffHangerTwistA, but in this case I am not sure how you can! 

I wait eagerly for your next venture!