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Popular Post londonboy Posted July 2, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 2, 2023 Chapter Five Now, a month later, Jimmy smiled to himself as he passed the sauna. Jimmy saw Mr. Universe at the gym a lot, but the muscled man avoided the smaller guy. Jimmy understood why. Mr. Universe had been caught up in the moment as soon as he’d seen the Beast, but that post-mutual-masturbation reality had made the bodybuilder realize just how inadequate his cock was in comparison. He was now embarrassed to be around Jimmy. The big guy remembered what was in the pants of the smaller guy. Jimmy had once felt the same around muscled guys after he had slept with them. He’d ignore them after the first and only date because he’d feel so ‘less than’ the next day – even though it had been really hot during the date. However, sex with his one true ‘big man’ had not ended that way. He wasn’t ignoring the man who filled him with super seed, that man was ignoring Jimmy. Jimmy longed to have someone to share all of his changes with. To have someone who would understand. It would have been great to have someone who could have mentored him through some of the more challenging troubles, especially adjusting to the strength. That day, after his encounter with Mr. Universe in the sauna, Jimmy had gone grocery shopping. Over three-hundred dollars later, Jimmy arrived home with enough food for an army, but he knew it would actually be gone fairly soon. A strapping, young, wrestler-looking, college student, earning money as a bag boy, had generously offered to help Jimmy carry the multiple bags of groceries home and once they were done carrying them up to his place the Beast had tempted Jimmy into trying to see if this dude would ‘play’ like the tattoo artist and Mr. Universe, but the grumblings in Jimmy’s stomach won out. He needed to eat. After a generous tip and a long gaze from the beefy wrestler dude at Jimmy’s gym shorts, they established that Jimmy would certainly need the guy’s help another time – which seemed to please the man a lot. Jimmy ate more food than he ever had in his entire life . . . maybe even more than he’d eaten in his life up to that point. That thought, even though it was fantasy, made Jimmy smile. Once he was full he found that he couldn’t stay awake. He was even surprised because the Beast wasn’t aching for relief like it normally did. It wanted rest, too. Jimmy could feel himself going into a food-coma like stupor, but that was also much, much more. It suddenly dawned on Jimmy that his body was going into some kind of hibernation. He had needed fuel before he actually shut down for a while. This awareness was the last thing Jimmy thought of before laying down on the sofa and everything going totally dark and silent. Immediately, Jimmy knew this was much more than waking up after a long nap. He knew he had been out for hours. There was no fogginess, though. Everything was crystal clear. He could hear the dripping toilet in his bathroom, he could hear the ticking of the clock on his stove in the kitchen, and he could hear his own heart beating stronger than it ever had before. It was a loud thumping in his ears, but he could make the sound go away by focusing on something else. It was dark in his apartment. He hadn’t turned on any lights while he was eating up a storm earlier. Remembering all the food he ate made him think about the cute college wrestler who had helped him bring groceries home. As soon as he thought about the guy he realized the Beast did not respond immediately like it normally did. There was no intense pleasure-pain from his groin as the Beast shot harder than hell. Jimmy worried for a second that the feistiness of the Beast was gone . . . and would that mean Jimmy had lost some of his confidence, too. He reached down in the dark and grabbed hold of his still very substantial thick meat. This pleased Jimmy and it also made him aware of something else. The Beast was calm because Jimmy no longer needed it to be confident or feel good about himself. He reached up and felt the even heavier facial hair and at the same time realized he didn’t need it, either. Jimmy suddenly realized that even though he could tell he was still slight in size his internal body had caught up with the Beast and the fur. That’s why the Beast could stay calm. Jimmy had seen enough movies about superheroes to know the next few moments were crucial. He grabbed the top of the sofa to pull himself up and of course squeezed too hard – even though the stuffing under the leather was dense he heard the internal piece of wood crack loudly. He needed to be more careful. He thought about what he should do first. Lights, he needed lights. As soon as that thought popped in his mind he could suddenly see outlines of everything in the dark. It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain. He realized he could even see the clock on the wall. In the dark! It said that it was three in the morning. He had been out for a long time. Now that he could basically see he stood up slowly – truly afraid that he’d break something else. He walked gently to the light switch on the wall and used his pinkie to softly flip it up. Lights came on and Jimmy felt better. He knew what he wanted to do first. He walked slowly to the kitchen and gently pulled out a drawer. He saw the thick iron pliers inside. He pulled them out. He gripped both ends and twisted – the iron turned as easily as taking off the lid of his toothpaste. Iron squeaked loudly as it was forced to corkscrew into itself. Heavy balls pulsed and the Beast thumped juice along with the rhythm of Jimmy’s excited heart. He placed his palms on either ends of the pliers and pushed his hands together, easily smashing the tool into a blob of iron and rubber. Jimmy let it drop to the floor and looked at his hands. They were still small, but he could sense the incredible power in them. Jimmy decided to walk gently to his bedroom. He had a score to settle from two days ago. He walked to the large chest of drawers which now had two holes in its side, put there by the Beast. Jimmy bent down and grabbed the piece of furniture between the legs at its side. Jimmy already knew he’d be able to do it, but he wanted to show the big thing who was boss. Unfortunately, in his excitement to show off and with his inability to really know how much strength would be needed to do the task, he lifted too fast and with way too much power. The heavy chest easily went up with Jimmy’s arm and slammed hard into the ceiling with a tremendous crashing sound. Within seconds the neighbors upstairs were slamming their feet on their floor in protest. “Sorry!” Jimmy yelled and didn’t realize that vocal cords would be something he’d have to learn to control, too. His voice sounded like something close to an explosion, shaking the entire building. Jimmy slammed his empty hand against his mouth in shock. The stomping upstairs stopped immediately and Jimmy imagined his neighbors were scared to death. He lowered the dresser and realized most of the things on top – framed pictures, a box for cufflinks and things, and other items were either crushed to smithereens, lodged into the ceiling, or strewn across the floor. Jimmy went over and sat on his bed. It was only then that he realized the Beast was snaking hard down his thigh – clearly excited by the power displays. “Of course you’re into strength, Beast! After all, you are part of me,” Jimmy whispered, but his voice still sounded loud. This was going to be a lot harder than he had thought. He looked back at the dresser mishap and tried to figure out what he could learn from it. First and foremost, he knew he had to stay calm. When he got excited he forgot about his strength. Staying calm made him remain in the present moment and that helped him to be aware of all that was going on. The Beast immediately went flaccid when Jimmy focused on these thoughts. That was a clear sign that he was on the right track. Secondly, he realized simple acts would need no effort at all. Don’t think you had to pull the door hard to open it. Don’t kick your shoes off your feet with anything more than a toe shrug. When you used your phone, barely touch it with your fingers. He knew he was on the right track and he decided he had to test his theory. He walked calmly back into the living room and even more calmly picked up his phone from the table. He barely tapped the screen to bring it to life. He then carefully scrolled and clicked to his contacts, again. He saw that it was three forty-five. He lightly tapped numbers when he got into the office voicemail system. Soon, he was leaving a message in a calm, soft voice. “Dolores. It’s Jimmy again. I won’t be in today, either. I’m working through some issues that are pretty important. Thanks, and have a good day,” Jimmy said softly. Jimmy put his phone down softly and sat down in a nearby chair. He thought back on his message and wondered why it hadn’t sounded as cocky as his conversation with Dolores the day before. There was something important to learn from that. He knew it. He had been so cocky for two days straight in a row – with Dolores, with Mr. Universe, with Cliff the trainer, and with the tattoo artist. What was different? Then it hit him. The Beast had been different. Jimmy instantly understood that for the past two days, the Beast had controlled him . . . but now, he controlled the Beast. His balls tingled as affirmation. He needed to test this theory. “Get hard, Beast,” he said firmly, but calmly – and immediately there was a rock hard cock in his gym shorts. “Soften slightly.” The Beast obeyed. Jimmy was now maybe half-hard. Jimmy balled his small hands into fists, feeling the power that they now possessed. The Beast already knew the power Jimmy had. It yielded to that power. It loved the power. That meant Jimmy loved the power, too. But he also knew how important it was to respect it. He could hear the big man that had given him the powers telling him that . . . if he had been here. Jimmy pushed those thoughts from his mind. He was letting his desires get the best of him. He wanted to test one more theory about his control over the Beast. “Cum hard now,” Jimmy ordered. It’s important to be careful what you ask for. The sensation of the Beast swelling to full mast and power-ejaculating at the same time was way too much for a budding superhero who hadn’t learned to control anything. The sonic grunt that erupted down from Jimmy’s crotch area and out of his throat shook the building like there was an earthquake. Dishes fell from cabinets, things rolled off of shelves, and he could hear lots of neighbors screaming. It didn’t matter, however, because Jimmy could only submit to the intense satisfaction the Beast instantly gave. Gym shorts and underwear were blasted into nothingness by super-charged, rocket-fueled jizz. A huge chunk of the wall between his living room and bedroom was blasted away by his powerful blast. It left a hole the size of a big screen television. Jimmy clamped his mouth shut tight after the deafening first grunt. He didn’t want to bring the building down. He also immediately willed the Beast to not spew a second time . . . and it obeyed. He did not want to have to explain to his landlord how his apartment had gotten demolished, knowing it would be difficult to explain the hole already there. The Beast spurted out some normal gobs of cum, just because Jimmy had gotten it so excited . . . and to emphasize to its owner that it wasn’t to be toyed with in that manner. “Sorry, Beast. I’ve learned my lesson,” Jimmy said, calmly – even though his entire body was still tense from the massive blast. In his mind Jimmy checked off the box beside the fact that his orgasms were now super powered, just like the rest of him. He thought that information would come in handy later on. He instinctively knew, however, thanks to the final normal-sized ejaculations of the Beast that he could control his body – even in the throes of sex. He just had to learn how to do it. He realized the shaking of the building from his sonic grunt would definitely ease the pressure on anyone in the building knowing he was the cause of the place shaking. Everyone was going to think it was a freak earthquake or something. Even his upstairs neighbors were probably going to apologize for banging on the floor – since they’d think Jimmy’s place had just been shaken more than theirs. He would not be able to let them see the slightly mutilated chest of drawers or the gaping hole in the wall, though. Remnants of what used to be his shorts and underwear sat on the ground around him. He reached up and ripped his shirt from his body, as well, with just a slight tug. It was still the same small, scrawny Jimmy, although he saw tiny mounds and bumps where nothing had been before. Somehow, he knew growth would come – he just figured it must be the last part of my changes. It didn’t matter, however, his mind fully sensed the new power in his body and that made his scrawniness okay. It just didn’t matter anymore. It was a very freeing feeling. Jimmy gazed at his small frame with much appreciation and even a little bit of self-lust. He didn’t need to be huge . . . he was super strong and that was much better. He looked around the apartment and everything looked fragile and weak. He thought again about all the things he’d have to do differently – not tug on the shade cord too hard, watch it when he squeezed doorknobs, don’t type too hard on the computer, don’t slam the fridge door, and so much more. He suddenly realized it was going to be a lot harder than he could have imagined. 31 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post londonboy Posted July 3, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 3, 2023 Chapter Six A month later, Jimmy was pretty impressed by how he had learned, in such a short time, to control his super strength. He longed for the day that the big man would return and he’d be able to be as rough as he wanted, but there had been no message – still no word from the man. Jimmy walked out of the locker room and immediately realized he was going to have to pass right by Ty and his horde of goons. The thought of Ty’s lock – smashed and unable to be unlocked – gave Jimmy the push he needed to walk through the gym. Squeezing the lock until it was just unusable and not destroying it completely was a perfect example of how Jimmy could now control his super strength. If he went too long, however, without using his powers, the Beast would start to complain and force Jimmy to go out for fun nighttime activities. Nighttime usually prevented anyone from seeing. Today, the Beast demanded action. Jimmy was able to will it to stay partially deflated, but the mounting pressure told Jimmy he had better find some relief soon. “Hope your pansy boyfriend hasn’t found a new lover, little Jimmy. Or worse, I certainly hope he’s not gone and gotten himself killed or anything,” Ty said loudly as Jimmy walked by. It was one thing to say nasty things about Jimmy – he could handle that – but when someone started to say bad things about the man that had turned Jimmy into this new and improved version, well that was something totally different. That was unacceptable. The beast shot hard, bulging in Jimmy’s shorts in a way that immediately made Ty and his entourage waiver a little in their bullying. ‘Little Jimmy’ was not a phrase that could be used after catching glimpse of what the man was packing below the belt. Ty was about to bench press a bar full of weight. Jimmy’s mind said to keep calm and just exit the building. The beast told Jimmy to start ripping things apart. Jimmy settled for something in between. He walked over to the group of men and lightly pushed Ty’s spotter out of the way. Well, it was a light push to Jimmy, but the guy went flying a few feet away and skidded on the floor after falling down. Ty had just lowered the bar down to his chest when Jimmy leaned over and grabbed it in the middle. The bar was a few inches from Ty’s chest, so Jimmy didn’t push at all. He just held the bar with one hand. “Come on Ty-baby, I’ll spot you. Show me what you’ve got,” Jimmy calmly said. Ty’s mouth drew into a sneer as he pushed up. The bar didn’t budge. There was a definite look of surprise that flashed across the man’s face. Jimmy just smiled. Ty pushed again, this time a little harder. The bar stayed in the same place. Jimmy knew it wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it to . . . but Ty didn’t know that. Ty inhaled deeply and then shoved with all of his might - his biceps bulged, his face turned red, and, yet, the bar didn’t move even a hair. “What the fuck!” Ty yelled. “What’s the trick, Jimmy?” “There’s no trick, Ty. You just don’t seem strong enough to bench so much weight. Why don’t you ask two of your goons to help you,” Jimmy suggested. “Pierce, Compton . . . a little help, here,” Ty said through gritted teeth. Immediately, two big looking guys rushed to either side of Ty and grabbed the ends of the bar. While Ty pushed with all the strength he could muster, the two goons pulled – using all of their power, too. The bar still didn’t move, because Jimmy’s hand didn’t move. There was a loud symphony of grunts coming from the three guys, while Jimmy calmly smiled. The Beast loved strength feats that involved displays against other humans the most. When Jimmy used his power against another big man – that thrilled the Beast in a special way. The bulge in Jimmy’s shorts, just a slight distance from Ty’s ‘turning purple’ face, swelled thicker . . . much thicker . . . and made Ty’s eyes grow wide with something that looked a lot like fear. Jimmy was using little of his actual strength to hold the bar in place. He longed to remove most of his hand, leaving only his small pinkie on the bar and easily still keeping it unmovable, but he knew better. Instinctively, Jimmy sensed his strength needed to stay a secret. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t put bullies in their place. These jerks needed to be taught a lesson and no one was going to believe it even if they did dare to suggest ‘little Jimmy’ had incredible strength. The Beast wanted more . . . and Jimmy was ready to offer it. “Gosh fellas . . . here, let me help,” Jimmy said – sounding innocent and sinister at the same time. Jimmy had learned that he should always treat his strength as a gift – with respect, gratitude, and appreciation. There needed to be a reason for displays of unnatural power or it would be just showing off, and that wasn’t Jimmy’s style. The big man’s seed coursing through his body caused this awareness. The Beast sometimes demanded Jimmy use his power – just to let off some steam – but, other than that, Jimmy needed there to be a lesson taught or a crime thwarted if he used his new abilities. Today was an important teaching moment . . . and that enabled Jimmy to happily use some power. Having unlimited strength made Jimmy fear nothing. The three goons near him were just three guys that needed to be put in their place and Jimmy knew he could do it. It was something within the guy that came as natural as remembering how to tie your shoes. He could have easily thrown all three men through the roof of the gym as if they weighed nothing . . . but a month of working hard to control his emotions and his body had enabled Jimmy to use his strength always at a necessary level. Twisting the lid off of a stubborn jar was as easy as secretly grabbing the back of a bus and stopping it before it hit an old lady crossing the street. Like the simplicity of knowing you could tie your shoe, Jimmy now just knew what his body could do . . . and exactly how much power to use in certain situations. There were still items left embedded in his bedroom ceiling to specifically remind him of how far he had come in handling his strength. “Going up,” Jimmy gleefully said as he lifted his arm. Ty and his goons were too committed to trying to get the bar to move even a fraction of an inch to realize what was happening and release their grips. Ty’s body came up off the bench and into the air with the bar – right alongside those of his two pals, too. Jimmy held the weighted bar above his head with a fully outstretched arm. Three men dangled from the bar at the same time. Ty’s body had slammed into Jimmy’s unyielding frame as he let out a slight scream traveling into the air. It took a good ten seconds for the three men to realize they could drop back down to the ground any time they wanted. Ty returned to the floor first, spun around, and took a step back. The two goons quickly followed. Jimmy spun the loaded bar around while it was above his head and then lowered his arm so he could start curling the thing – easily pumping it perfectly with just one arm. The three men and others around them stared with shocked faces. Everyone’s gaze moved back and forth from Jimmy’s one arm easily curling what Ty and his friends had been benching to the now tremendous bulge in Jimmy’s shorts – which threatened to burst through at any second. Jimmy wondered what scared the men the most – the strength in just one of his arms or the obvious power at his crotch. The Beast was toying with the men as much as Jimmy was. “You need some muscling up, Ty. This is really light for benching weight. I suggest more vegetables and tons more protein. My one arm is not even getting a good pump,” Jimmy said, smiling as he placed the bar back into its stand, picked up his gym bag, and then walked away. 28 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post londonboy Posted July 3, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 3, 2023 Chapter 7 Too shocked to say anything or to move, Ty and his entourage just stared at Jimmy as he left the gym. The Beast was now on overdrive from Jimmy’s strength display and its owner didn’t want to force it to calm down. Jimmy loved walking down city blocks with his crotch bulging pornographically huge. It just made him feel so manly. He also loved to watch certain guys lick their lips and smile appreciatively. He figured the big man who had given him the large endowment wouldn’t have approved of such behavior, but he wasn’t here, now, was he . . . Jimmy thought, justifying his actions. To Jimmy’s delight, he found Ty’s prized Porsche illegally parked in a red zone on the street just outside of the gym. Leave it to Ty to think he could do anything he wanted. Jimmy knew he was letting his emotions get the best of him, but the bullied words Ty had said against the big man who had made Jimmy still stung a lot. Not hearing from the man of your dreams was painful enough, but having others suggest things like that man’s death was just unkind and almost unbearable. Jimmy wanted Ty to learn his lesson even more . . . and at the same time he wanted to please the Beast more, too. “Stay calm, Beast. No accidents today, please. I just want to ruin Ty’s day a little bit more,” Jimmy whispered to himself. Jimmy bent down right beside the car, acting like he was going to tie his shoe. At the same time he glanced around to see if anyone was near. The sidewalk was amazingly pretty clear – just some ladies looking in the window of a shop half a block away. Jimmy put his finger against the middle of the door on the 718 Cayman. He pressed in and easily popped through the metal. The Beast twitched, delighted beyond belief, at the slight popping sound of a super-strong finger poking through something so tough. Jimmy did it two more times – leaving three finger holes in the side of the car. He then placed his finger against the back tire – glancing to see that the ladies had moved further down the street. Jimmy knew there was going to be a louder popping sound this time and he didn’t want to scare anyone. Finger was placed against the rubber of the tire . . . and then it pressed in. There was the loud blast of sound from the tire being punctured – which made the Beast leak a little – followed by a long hissing sound as it deflated. Jimmy stood up and looked down at his handiwork – pleased by what just his finger could do. Jimmy had started to want release as much as the Beast did when he thought about Ty figuring out that the crushed lock and the punctured tire had definitely been caused by ‘little Jimmy.’ The guy’s face as Jimmy had curled the weighted bar smoothly and effortlessly had been priceless. It wasn’t going to take rocket science to make the connections between the power in that arm and the destruction a hand and finger had clearly done. The Beast pushed against Jimmy’s shorts even harder as the guy started down the sidewalk, whistling happily and waving to the gawking women who had turned to openly stare at the passing bulge. Jimmy’s super-powered hearing heard the familiar squeaking sound of the FedEx truck pulling up in front of his apartment building from four blocks away. It had taken a very stress-filled day of working hard to filter out the multitude of sounds Jimmy could hear all at once to succeed in focusing on different voices or noises when he wanted to. That first day, after waking up at three-thirty in the morning and causing what felt like an earthquake for his building, Jimmy had started to hear every conversation in every apartment as people started talking about their places shaking. It had freaked Jimmy out at first, but then he had quickly been able to shut his mind to certain sounds and started to see how he could focus on just one or two . . . and even make all of them stop if he wanted to. Later on that morning, Jimmy had learned a huge lesson about using his super hearing inappropriately. He knew of this hot muscled model that lived in apartment 7A four stories above him and by eight in the morning he had trained himself to zoom his hearing to a specific place. Jimmy had chosen to listen to the ramblings of the hot guy in 7A. The handsome dude was talking to himself as he dressed for work. As Jimmy focused on his conversation he became a little embarrassed. The hot model was clearly looking at himself in the mirror and talking about the lacy, tight women’s underwear and gartered hosiery that he had planned to wear beneath his suit and socks that day. Jimmy was very open-minded when it came to things like that, but he did realize how wrong it was for him to listen to private conversations and he never looked at the model with the same kind of lust, again. FedEx truck, however, meant Ronald was there. Ronald was the beefy, jock-man who delivered packages to Jimmy’s building. He was a rugged, bearded, man of about forty-five that clearly loved to powerlift and grow. Jimmy had been slightly smitten the first time he had been summoned down to the front door of the building by the extremely gregarious, happy, manly delivery guy. Come to find out, almost everyone in the building liked the man – and most people had a crush on him. Ronald didn’t seem to be aware of the effect he had on people. He was just this man that loved his job and equally loved helping people. Jimmy thought back to the first day he had received a package from Ronald. Unfortunately, it was the same day Jimmy had awakened with super strength. Jimmy was still trying hard to figure out how much force to use on doing simple things and had already crushed two coffee mugs and a doorknob when his buzzer sounded – alerting him that there was someone downstairs. He calmed himself down and focused on being extremely gentle as he pressed the button on the intercom to the front door. “Hello,” Jimmy said – remembering to speak softly. “Hey there, James. It’s Ronald from FedEx. I’ve got a package with your name on it,” came the happy, energetic, deeply masculine voice from below. “I’ll be right down,” Jimmy responded. Jimmy was careful with doorknobs, bannisters, and everything else as he descended to the first floor. As he opened the front door of the building and glanced at the man, he immediately thought about the words ‘I’ve got a package with your name on it’ and wished it wasn’t the big box sitting on a dolly on the landing beside him. Ronald was the kind of looker that made you want to be camping or hiking. That slightly tanned, weathered face with a salt and peppered beard. Eyes that sparkled with kindness and a body that screamed how much it loved to lift heavy boxes. He wasn’t close to the big man that had filled Jimmy with his powerful seed, but he was certainly someone that Jimmy would have drooled over before . . . just as he did now, too. “Hey there, James. First time I ever delivered to you,” Ronald said – holding out his hand to shake. What is it about a handsome, smiling, bearded stud that can make you forget everything. Since three-thirty that morning Jimmy had been furiously training himself to calmly stay in the present and monitor his strength meticulously. Two seconds of a pearly-white smile made all of that go out the window. Jimmy didn’t take his eyes from Ronald’s as he reached out to squeeze the hand of the big powerlifter-looking guy in front of him. Before Jimmy even registered anything that was happening, big Ronald had fallen to his knees and was crying out in pain, dropping the electronic pad in his other hand so he could reach up and try to wrench his crushed fingers and palm from Jimmy’s hand. Jimmy quickly released his grip – shocked by what he’d done. He didn’t think about anything but the fact that he might have broken bones. He quickly reached down and grabbed the heavy dude under the arms, lifting him into the air. “Oh man, I’m so sorry Ronald. I forgot how strong I am. Are you okay?” Jimmy quickly said – his voice very loud like he was speaking through an amplified speaker. ‘I’m fine, James. I’m just shocked, that’s all,” Ronald quickly said – his face flushed with disbelief – both from the strength he’d felt from the small guy’s hand and the deep loud bellow when he spoke. “Um, can you put me down?” “Oh sorry,” Jimmy said, suddenly realizing he was holding the powerlifter off the concrete stoop and quickly placing him down. “That’s quite a grip you have, there, James,” Ronald said shaking out his hand as he retrieved his electronic pad with the other. “I certainly wasn’t expecting that much power.” “Um . . . I work out my hands with those . . . uh, things you squeeze . . . you know . . . those grip things,” Jimmy explained, holding up his hand to squeeze his fingers back and forth. “You mean a grip strengthener? Wow, I never knew they worked that well. You also must do some serious lifting, cause you picked me up like I weighed nothing,” Ronald said, and the comment made Jimmy’s face shoot dark red. “Um . . . I’m just a lot stronger than I look,” Jimmy said, trying to explain something that was unexplainable. “Well, let’s try that again, James, but could you please not use so much pressure,” Ronald said, holding out his hand after shaking it out, again. Jimmy instantly calmed himself . . . realizing, at that moment, that the Beast had sprung to life during the brief exchange that had brought down Ronald the giant. The front of Jimmy’s sweats were tenting out seductively. If the powerlifter noticed, he didn’t let on. Jimmy then gently grabbed Ronald’s hand. Instantly the big FedEx worker squeezed hard. Jimmy could feel it, but only in the sense that you might know someone was lightly touching you. He couldn’t feel the pressure of the squeeze at all because it was nothing compared to his. Ronald’s arm was bulging in the uniform sleeve and veins appeared all over his forearm. “Damn, you don’t even feel that, do you, James?” Ronald asked, finally just pumping Jimmy’s hand a few times. “Um . . . no . . . I mean I know it’s a strong grip you have there, Ronald, but . . . uh . . . no, I really can’t feel it,” Jimmy confessed – marveling at the fact as much as the delivery guy was. “Could you squeeze my hand again, James? But not as hard as last time. I just . . . well . . . I get off on strength,” Ronald said, not embarrassed by this confession, at all. “Sure,” Jimmy quickly responded. Jimmy concentrated hard – using the big man who had empowered him as a guide – and quickly figured out how much pressure to use. Jimmy took into account Ronald’s size, the thickness of his hand, the big man’s thirst for strength – all of it in just a few seconds and squeezed with what he knew was the right grip. Ronald winced, but moaned at the same time. Immediately, Jimmy noticed that Ronald’s crotch had something almost as big as the Beast bulging in it The dude was definitely turned on by strength. Jimmy gripped just a tad harder to make Ronald’s moan turn louder and the big man’s cock to shoot harder. Ronald stared at Jimmy’s small hand with disbelief and awe. The powerlifter was squeezing with all of his might and he was blown away by the fact that Jimmy’s grip was stronger and the little guy didn’t feel anything at all. “How in the hell does a compact body like yours have that much strength?” Ronald asked when they had released their grips. “I bet you could rip apart a big thick book with just a slight tug. That’s something I’d like to see, sometime. Thank you for the squeeze, James.” “Any time, Ronald. Um, and please call me Jimmy,” the small guy responded. “I’m gonna call you Strongman Jimmy,” Ronald said, laughing. “So, I better get moving . . . I’ve got a lot of people waiting for their packages. Just sign here, Jimmy, and I’ll bring this big box upstairs for you.” “Um, no need, Ronald,” Jimmy said, signing. “I can get it.” “No, man, it’s very . . . oh my god!” Ronald said, interrupting himself as Jimmy reached down and grabbed the box. “I could barely lift that thing and you just picked it up like it was a box of feathers. How in the hell . . . never mind. I certainly hope you’ll be ordering more stuff, Strongman Jimmy. I could do with a weekly handshake from you.” “I’ll try and do that, Ronald. Thanks for the package,” Jimmy said, heading back in after a glance down at the package he really wanted from Ronald and easily carrying the supposed heavy box. 29 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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