His Seed (Chapters One - Twelve)

[Xmanjakob]

Will we ever get to meet the Planter of the Seed??

[londonboy]

4 hours ago, Xmanjakob said:

Will we ever get to meet the Planter of the Seed??

We'll have to wait and see.

[Xmanjakob]

11 hours ago, londonboy said:

We'll have to wait and see.

You are a big tease !!!

[Ripped]

16 hours ago, Xmanjakob said:

Will we ever get to meet the Planter of the Seed??

Maybe we already have. Perhaps we know everything about him. 

[Pumped]

On 7/3/2023 at 4:58 PM, londonboy said:

“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.

 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.

Seriously, no one is going to comment on Ronald, the FedEx stud?  I realize we are all holding out for Jimmy's big mystery man to return but in the meantime a few rounds playing  with Ronald, the power lifter FedEx guy with the strength kink could be a lot of fun.  I know I would love to see that and besides, The Beast is way overdue for some attention. Best to provide some supervised release before the Beast explodes,  raping and pillaging the city....that might not be a bad thing  

 

 

[londonboy]

Chapter Eight

Jimmy hoped to hell that Ronald had a delivery for him, today.  He was still holding out with hope that the big man of his one night of glorious sex would contact him.  He also, however, enjoyed visits with Ronald . . . because the delivery guy was so into strength.  It had become a twice or three-times a week exchange between the two of them – Jimmy doing strength feats.  Not only did it thrill Ronald, but it gave some relief to the Beast.  The sound of the squeaking truck wheels meant that Ronald had just come to a stop in front of the apartment building.  Jimmy had recently figured out how to control his super speed perfectly, so he knew he could actually get to his apartment building right as Ronald was stepping out of the side of his truck with whatever package he was delivering . . . as well as the package in his shorts that would be already happy in anticipation of seeing Strong Jimmy.  Ronald was the only guy that Jimmy didn’t wear sweatshirts or heavy sweaters around.  The powerlifter never questioned Jimmy’s strength beyond the awe of that first day.  He also never questioned the fact that Jimmy had grown . . . he had grown a lot in the last month.  Jimmy figured the powerlifter assumed that the now buffer client was juicing with something powerful . . . or maybe kind-hearted Ronald just didn’t need to think about it.  He loved Strong Jimmy’s strength so much that maybe he just accepted everything at face value and just enjoyed it.  No matter what it was, Jimmy had decided that he didn’t need to hide his growing muscles or his incredible strength from the hot-as-hell delivery guy.  

As Jimmy sped through crowded sidewalks easily avoiding people, poles, cars, and animals, he removed his sweatshirt.  Everyone he sped by simply felt an unexplained gust of wind that knocked their hat off, blew some papers out of their hands, or gave a refreshing blast of good air as it did to Ronald as Jimmy zoomed past, through the door, and up to his apartment.  Jimmy was slipping on a tight tank top as his buzzer sounded the arrival of Ronald.  After two more visits of merely shaking hands and Jimmy not feeling anything from the strongest squeeze Ronald could offer, the delivery guy had gotten a little bolder during his visits.  He had started bringing things to test Jimmy’s strength.  One of the first things he brought was two grip strengtheners.  Ronald said they were some of the best ones ever built and had the strongest resistance.  He showed Jimmy that he could barely move either of them in both hands.  Ronald said the small amount he was able to push then in had been after months and months of working out with them.  He handed them to Jimmy.  Jimmy carefully squeezed – easily bringing the handles together.  Ronald’s crotch had responded instantly – to Jimmy’s delight.  This awakened the Beast, as well.  Ronald had then looked Jimmy in the eye and told Strongman Jimmy to destroy the grip tighteners – because he knew the smaller strong guy could.  Jimmy had protested for a few minutes, but he could see that Ronald was determined.  Jimmy then squeezed harder, smashing the grips completely – one in each hand.  He compressed them so hard that they compacted together so the strong metal would never bend open again.  Ronald had simply gaped with a head shake, taken the grips and slid them in his pockets, and then turned to leave.  Now, each visit brought something else for Jimmy to do.  

“Hello Ronald,” Jimmy said, as he pressed the button on the intercom.

“How did you know it was me, Strongman Jimmy?” Ronald asked.

“I smelled your musk as I whizzed by,” Jimmy answered, truthfully.

“What?” asked Ronald, totally confused.  

“Naw, kidding.  I just had an inkling it would be you,” Jimmy said, really not even trying to cover up anything.  “I’ll be down in a jiff.”

Jimmy had recently decided stairs were to be skipped.  After glancing around to make sure no one was near, he’d swing his legs over the railing at the top of the staircase and drop to lobby three floors down.  He loved Ronald’s face when he’d open the front door seconds after speaking on the intercom.  Ronald knew he was on the third floor and definitely knew the elevator and the staircase should have taken a lot longer.  Ronald, however, didn’t ask a question.  He’d just shake his head and stand there in awe.  Today was no exception.  Jimmy smiled, crossed his big arms, and leaned against the doorframe.  

“You’re getting huge, Strongman Jimmy.  You’re finally looking like you should have maybe an ounce of the strength that you really do,” Ronald said, smiling back.  

“I was wondering if you noticed, Ronald,” Jimmy said, laughing and tensing his arms.  

“I noticed when your arms passed the size of mine . . . exactly eleven days ago,” Ronald explained, glancing at my biceps.  “No package today . . . sorry Strongman Jimmy.  I just dropped by to say hello.  I also brought three billiard balls – all number eight, by the way.”

“Three?  What’s the third one for?” Jimmy asked, figuring Ronald wanted them crushed by his hands.  

“Your chest has gotten so huge.  The third one goes between the pecs and you crush it at the same time you crush the ones in your hands,” Ronald answered – his excitement at the thought already off the charts.  

“I love the way you think, Ronald, my man,” Jimmy answered.   

“I love what you can do, Strongman Jimmy,” Ronald said.  “I sometimes dream about finding out you’re actually holding back when you do feats of strength.  I wake up sweating and all worked up from the idea that there’s no limit to your power.”

Jimmy quickly looked at the powerlifter – worried he had taken this way too far and given his secret away – but he could quickly tell Ronald was just sharing a fantasy.  Ronald did that, sometimes.  He talk about how he wished he was strong enough to lift a house . . . or that he sometimes dreamed he could grow huge like the Hulk and rip tanks apart.  The Beast always cranked up hard whenever Ronald talked about his fantasies.  Ronald was really strong, himself.  He actually did compete in strongman competitions.  Recently, he had confessed to Jimmy that he was bi-sexual.  He also confessed that he had crushed on Jimmy at the beginning, but as Jimmy grew the physical attraction had diminished.  Only the strong attraction to Jimmy’s strength thrilled Ronald, now.  He explained that he was into women and men that were small – tiny compared to the size of the powerlifter.  He said it somehow made him feel stronger and he loved that.  Jimmy was just too huge now.  No matter how much bigger and stronger Ronald was compared to someone he was dating, though, there was something that thrilled him just as much as a small lover.  That was someone stronger than him.  It wasn’t a sexual attraction, however.  It was a need to sometimes feel weak.  He told Jimmy he had almost creamed in his briefs that first day when Jimmy squeezed the hell out of his hand.  He had never felt so powerless and so turned on.  Ronald said now that Jimmy was looking like a powerlifter, himself, he wanted to just keep coming by to get thrilled by feats of strength.  

“So, here are the billiard balls,” Ronald said, pulling three black number eight balls from a bag and handing them to Jimmy.  

The strength feats were always done right there on the stoop of Jimmy’s building.  Ronald respected the rules of a delivery man and only came up to an apartment if he had to carry something heavy for someone . . . and he never had to carry something for Jimmy.  Sometimes, he’d actually buzz Jimmy to see if he was there so he could help him carry some boxes up – which always meant Jimmy carried them by himself, because he could.  Ronald usually came during his lunch break or at the end of his shift.  He said he needed to make sure he had time to clean up, in case there was an accident.  This had happened two times.  Once, when Ronald had brought a bowling ball for Jimmy to crack between his hands and once when Jimmy had pulled some police regulated handcuffs off his wrists like they had been dried-up, old rubber bands.  For some reason, these two things had thrilled Ronald more than other feats.  Jimmy figured the guy probably just happened to be highly excited on those days, but you never knew when it came to fetishes.  And Ronald definitely had a strength fetish.  He never touched himself during the display.  He simply watched in awe and even jumped when something cracked or squealed as it was bent.  Jimmy figured that on days when Ronald visited him the big guy would go home that night and thrill in a big way whomever he happened to be with at the time.  Jimmy loved knowing he helped Ronald please someone else.  

“Could you make the number eight stick out toward me on the one between your pecs, so I can see it,” Ronald asked, as Jimmy took off his tight tank top.  

Jimmy loved how the powerlifter was no longer shy or ashamed when it came to asking for specific things in the feats of strength.  Now that Jimmy had gotten big, Ronald would sometimes ask if he could feel his arms as he bent something or feel his quads as he smashed something between his legs.  Ronald’s openness had been very clear on the day he asked Jimmy if his cock was as strong as the rest of him.  Jimmy had smiled and said it was.  It definitely was.  This had pleased Ronald in a special way.  Now, Jimmy just waited for Ronald to tell him specifically what he wanted.  Today’s request was that all three balls exploded at the same time.  Jimmy had to briefly plan – for even with his incredible abilities, he needed to think about synchronized destruction.  The eight ball between his pecs almost disappeared when Jimmy shoved it in, but Ronald could still see the number clearly.  Jimmy held the ones in his hands so the number could be seen on them, as well.  He also held his hands up in the air – so his biceps would flex as he crushed.  Ronald stepped back to watch.  He never requested a picture or video . . . Ronald wasn’t interested in that way.  He was extremely focused on the here and now – the present moment.  His mind would be able to recreate the experience anytime he wanted it too, so there was no reason to record it in another way.  Jimmy figured the feeling he had when he pleased Ronald was probably the same kind of feeling when you helped someone get food or recover from fire burning down their house.  Jimmy’s gift was strength and he was sharing that with a genuine strength admirer.

“Want me to count it down, Ronald?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, please,” the powerlifter answered.

“Three . . . two . . . one . . . BOOM!” Jimmy said, making the last word loud enough so they heard it blocks away . . . and to please Ronald just a little more.        

What makes a strength junkie so into strength?  Is it a desire to have that kind of power, yourself?  Is it like an addiction – you just want to constantly see power displays.  Is it some kind of need that developed in childhood, from needing more strong figures in your life.  No matter what it was that made someone a whore for strength – Ronald was definitely one.  And he was open about it . . . and honest about what it did for him.  Jimmy squeezed his hands and tightened his pecs at the same time.  All three balls disintegrated at the same time.  Jimmy’s loud ‘boom’ overshadowed the loud cracking sounds of each billiard ball, but it was only a little bit about the sound, anyway.  It was more about the obliteration of something so solid.  Ronald loved the vibration of the ground caused by Jimmy’s voice more, anyway.  Today’s feat of strength just happened to be the third one in which poor Ronald couldn’t keep from exploding, himself, as he watched it.  As the powerlifter watched the balls pop into dust and tiny chunks of phenolic resin, his crotch had started bucking back and forth – hard - letting Jimmy know his display had been very nice, indeed.  Jimmy continued to flex his arms and chest even after remnants of the balls were mostly gone – falling to the ground or floating off in the air.  

“How was that…” Jimmy started, but Ronald raised his hand in a ‘stop’ fashion.

“Give me a second, please, Strongman Jimmy,” the powerlifter begged – his hips still rocking back and forth as he continued to dump a load in tribute to Jimmy’s power, until he finally stopped.  “It was incredible . . . as usual.  I’m glad I brought another uniform in the truck.  I gotta get going, Strongman Jimmy.  Thank you very much for today.  By the way, your arms have already surpassed me, but I think by next week the rest of you will be bigger than all of me, as well.”
 

[Shade]

Strength always gets my engine revving. But if Jimmy is inspired by Chris O'Donnell (per that pic in the original post), I wouldn't mind seeing him looking a lot bigger.

[londonboy]

Chapter Nine

It had been hell those first few days with the super strength.  Jimmy destroyed the microwave just by putting his finger through the control panel.  He just pushed too hard even though he thought he was pushing soft.  There’s a metal door to the space in the garage where the garbage containers are kept.  It was pretty rusty and everyone knew you had to pull it pretty hard to get it to open.  One day, Jimmy was in a hurry to get to the gym and he pulled exactly the way he used to.  The door was ripped away from its metal frame and huge hinges snapped like everything was made of cardboard.  Jimmy just stood there, holding a heavy metal door in the air with one hand.  He was thankful no one walked into the garage at that point.  He just leaned the door against the wall, tossed his garbage lightly into the container, and walked away.  A memo was circulated throughout the building the next day explaining that the garbage area was to be refurbished because things had gotten too old and rusty.  Jimmy didn’t feel bad at all for what he had done after reading the memo, since everyone had complained about the door for a long time.  At the gym is where Jimmy had the most problems.  Somehow, he knew he needed to go and workout.  He could sense that it kept things in balance – the Beast, his growing strength, and his need for doing things with his strength.  He struggled hard to pretend he couldn’t do things.   Cliff, his trainer, kept complimenting Jimmy’s progress . . . even though Jimmy worked hard to not look like he had advanced too much.  When no one was paying attention to him he’d crank up the treadmill as fast as it would go and easily keep pace.  This is when Jimmy began to think about testing just how fast he could go.  One night, early on, he called an Uber to take him two hours away - out in the middle of nowhere.  The driver kept arguing with Jimmy about leaving him there, but Jimmy finally convinced him by offering a huge tip.  Jimmy ran down dirt roads in the countryside so fast that his shoes basically disintegrated.  It didn’t matter, though, since Jimmy’s feet felt no pain as he ran faster than anything – even a speeding bullet.  He practiced his super speed for an entire night, just learning how to start and stop without destroying things beneath him.   He also ran home that night – along the highway – easily dodging cars.  He was home in minutes, when it had taken the Uber two hours.  The Beast made him beat off three times that night, just from the thrill of using his super speed so much.  And one day, in less than twenty minutes, Jimmy repaired every door, wall, or piece of furniture he had destroyed early on by using his super speed to patch, sew, paint, or fix anything he had accidently demolished.  He was so impressed with his handiwork that he used super speed to super clean his place and when he was done it looked like it was a brand new apartment.   

Within a few weeks, Jimmy could gauge how much force to use to toss a stone through the atmosphere or to hold a coffee mug without destroying it.  Jimmy was shocked to find out that there was a limit to how much alcohol he could consume.  One night he had purchased four large kegs – lying to the distributor by telling him they were for a fraternity party.  After Jimmy finished the fourth keg – even squeezing the shit out of them to get every last drop – he actually felt a little tipsy.  He was drunk enough to flick peanuts off of his balcony at the billboard down the street – poking holes through the smiling couple’s faces.   Jimmy figured he wouldn’t be consuming four kegs worth of alcohol ever again, so he chalked that up as he didn’t really get drunk.  

His night vision had gotten so good that he could distinguish faces of people half a block away without any problem.  The model that lived on an upper floor and had a penchant for ladies’ underwear actually hustled on a street corner a block away and Jimmy could watch the action from his balcony.  Twice, Jimmy had used his super speed and strength to whisk away a car with a policeman in it that was hoping to entrap the model in the act of prostitution.  The policemen suddenly found themselves in a different state without any explanation.  The model began to realize he had a guardian angel and became more cautious – waiting to see if the car in front of him would suddenly disappear.  Jimmy was glad to help.  

All of these experiences helped Jimmy to become used to his super strength and speed.  Soon, he was able to control everything in a way he knew would make the big man, who had created him with his seed, proud.  Jimmy missed that man every second of every day . . . and desperately wanted him to message or even return, but that didn’t happen.  Jimmy was alone in his work as he adjusted to becoming super.   And on the fifth day the seed created muscles.   Jimmy was not prepared . . . in any way for growth.  As a matter of fact he had forgotten it might happen.  Unfortunately, Jimmy had continued to meet with Cliff and trained extra hard, while still hiding his super strength.  It turned out that exercise, even for a man that had super seed inside of him, made a big difference.  When Cliff wasn’t looking or busy with his phone, Jimmy had moved the peg to the heaviest weight possible on every machine or he had secretly only used one arm to lift tremendous weight meant for two arms.  This had definitely helped to make Jimmy grow.  And he had not been prepared for the growth.    
 

[Xmanjakob]

Londonboy, you are spoiling us. A new chapter almost every day!  And  MY beast is getting a great workout!

[londonboy]

2 minutes ago, Xmanjakob said:

Londonboy, you are spoiling us. A new chapter almost every day!  And MD MY beast is getting a great workout!

You are too kind.  Thank you.  I hope you continue to enjoy it.