The Apartment of Muscle Nerds

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THE APARTMENT OF MUSCLE NERDS

 

 

Damn, what a friggin odd couple they make.  I’m not sure why I thought so, I certainly saw plenty of seemingly mismatched gay couples in my days, but these two, it was just pretty unusual.  The shorter guy was small, maybe 5’6” and 110 pound tops.  Mousy brown hair, average non-descript face bordering on unattractive, well, make that down right ugly.  Eyes set strangely far apart, a big crooked nose and a non existent chin, no one, especially in gay world, would be drawn to his looks.  His partner, on the other hand, was everything he wasn’t.  6’1” and easily 250 pounds, maybe more, all of it muscle.  His thin grey t-shirt looked painted on, and even through the cotton fabric you could see the definition to all that muscle, the hills and valleys, the enormously wide back, the massive thick shelf of pecs, and shredded abdominals whose outline was as clear through the shirt as if it wasn’t there.  He had dark lustrous hair, pulled back in a ponytail, high cheekbones and facial features that were so classically beautiful he’d be considered stunning in any culture throughout the world.  His flawless face hinted at some ethnicity that I couldn’t determine, maybe Asian or Native American, it didn’t matter, whatever the gene pool he was the most perfect looking man I’d ever seen.

 

They were walking ahead of me, holding hands, quietly talking back and forth.  The big guy leaned forward in front of his partner, bending his huge arm into a gigantic cantaloupe sized ball of hard muscle, a thick vein snaking across the mound, and he encouraged his smaller companion to fondle it.  I felt myself getting instantly hard as a rock, a wave of undiluted jealousy sweeping over me, wishing I could be the one given access to that magnificent muscled arm.

 

The little guy laughed, and slapped the arm away, like it wasn’t enough to interest him, or he’d seen it too many times before.  I wanted to go push him onto the sidewalk and lick that biceps myself.  What idiot would turn that away?  I let out a little huff of breath in exasperation, thinking who could pass that up, and to my shock suddenly they both turned to face me, the smaller guy smiling, and the bigger one with a blank, unreadable expression.  The hulk leaned in to whisper something to the little guy, who gave a quick nod in return.

 

“Hey there buddy,” the massive man turned facing me as he asked, “See something you like huh?”  He twisted his still bent arm forward, pressing it against his body, letting his left hand rise up and stroke his own gorgeous bulging bicep peak.  He raised his eyes up from appreciating his own amazing arm to lock onto my gaze, then raised both his arms up into a ridiculously impressive double biceps pose.  “You like that don’t you?  Yeah, I know you do, of course you do, who wouldn’t.  21 and a quarter inches, I just measured it this morning.”  He took a step closer to me.  “You want to touch them so bad it hurts, doesn’t it?”

 

I just nodded, unable to speak or believe this was actually happening.

 

His two arms came down and his thumbs hooked onto the bottom of the t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, hooking it behind his neck as the entire torso of muscled perfection was suddenly unveiled.  He sucked in a huge intake of air, his continental shelf of chest heaving upward then settling back down in huge mounds as if held up by the incredible wide lats that fanned out from his sides like a gigantic cobra ready to strike.  He held the “standing relaxed” bodybuilders pose watching with clear pleasure my look of astonishment at the display of his nearly inhuman size and superiority.

 

My hand felt for my hardened dick through my jeans and he grinned even more, then swung his two arms forward in a hugging motion, going full on most muscular as his whole unbelievably hard chiseled massive torso seemingly inflated and flexed into striated ridges of muscle tissue, vibrating from the intensity of the posing, flushing dark with blood coursing into the rock solid tensed muscles.

 

“You going to take that dick out and show your appreciation or not?”  He asked through the exertion of the flex he held.  “Maybe I’m not big enough for you?”  He asked with a smirk and reached out to grab my wrist, pulling my hand off my dick and placing it against his bare glorious flesh.  He guided my hand up and down his chest and abs, keeping them flexed and hard, at their very best for my fingers to explore.

 

“I, I, … “ stammering a reply, I wasn’t sure what to say.  “We’re outside, we,… I mean, I can’t take my dick out on the street, I…”

 

“Oh baby” the mountain of a man turned to his companion, “I don’t think I’m big enough for him.  He doesn’t want to play.”  He reached up and pulled his shirt up back over his head and let it fall to cover up his beautiful bared muscles, though it failed to succeed much at that task.  He went over and started kissing the shorter man.  “I told you I wasn’t big enough.  I need to be bigger baby, wouldn’t you like that too?”

 

The little man smiled, his crooked teeth only adding to his unfortunate looks, especially side by side to this absolute Adonis.  “You are ridiculous, you know that right?”  They both turned away from me as they took hands once again and continued back on their walk, ignoring my presence as if they’d never even seen me.  I just stood there, dick still hard and mouth hanging open.  Still overcome with lust, even more jealous than before, and wondering what in the hell had just happened.

 

My brain was on overdrive, trying to comprehend the event.  Never, not once, in my lifetime had any guy with even the beginnings of a muscular worked out body ever looked twice at me, let alone give a full on muscle worship display.  I was a skinny runt, more like the ugly little guy he was with, that was the kind of guy that might have given me a second glance, not the wall of muscle.

 

They were already a half a block down the street when I realized I was a fucking idiot for not taking the chance and following them, even if they laughed at my pathetic puppy dog behavior, tagging along after them in hopes they, well not really they, more like him, the massive man, would want to play.  I ran to the intersection and spun my head back and forth, hoping I’d see which way they’d gone and was thrilled to see them half way down the block.  I turned and quick walked up twenty feet behind them, then slowed to keep their pace, wondering what to say or do if they turned and saw me behind them.  We must have gone half a mile down the avenue when they turned into a doorway of a huge industrial building.  Luxury loft apartments said a sign painted on the side above the door.  I ran now, knowing I needed to catch them before the entry door closed behind them.  I knew just how pathetic I must look when I slammed into the side of the door, hands splayed up onto the glass door that had just closed.  They both heard me hit the glass though and turned to look behind them.

 

The big guy once again deferred to his smaller partner and asked him something I couldn’t hear.  The guy just nodded, rolling his eyes and turning towards the elevator as my dream man sauntered over to the door.  He pulled up the bottom of his shirt again and pinched one of his nipples, smiling at me as he did.  I felt my dick throb once again.  He opened the door and leaned down so we were face to face.  “Awww, aren’t you cute, followed us after all.  That’s the spirit! Kinda thought you liked big muscles.  You’re about to get your mind blown little man.”  He stood back up and held the door open, pushing me under his arm and through into the lobby.

 

“Not holding this elevator all day ladies,” came a calm voice from inside.

 

We walked into the small metal cube and I saw our reflections on three sides, and I noticed the big guy behind me was pulling off his shirt completely as he walked onto the lift.  He wasn’t looking at either of us, but at his own reflection.  The lights from the ceiling shone down onto his godlike physique, creating shadows below his thick pecs and making his abdominals look like tiles, grouted in dark shadows.  He came forward, backing me up to the wall and stood pressing his mass against me, pinning me like a trapped animal against the hardness of his solid bulk.  I heard the soft chime of electronic bells as the elevator rose, along with my cock.  “I don’t think he likes me Ezra, here I am right in front of him and he’s not even touching me.  I told you I wasn’t big enough.  We need to make me bigger.”

 

“You are ridiculous, you fucking slab of meat.  Give him a chance to get over the damn shock.  You know perfectly well that someone like him has never had this kind of man offered up for his complete and total pleasure.  Am I right?,” he asked me.

 

“Uh, yeah, like no shit.  This is all just a little unreal.”  I managed to get out.

 

“Oh dude, you ain’t seen nothing yet.  His head is going to explode when we get inside.”

 

“That’s the understatement of the month.  You know what a shit show is going to start up the minute we open that door.”  Ezra took a serious looking four pronged key out his pocket and led the way down a short hall as the elevator opened.  The steel doors lock unfastened four bolts, one going up, down and into the two sides of the door frame.  It was more like a vault door opening than an apartment, but swinging the door in Ezra gestured with his hand to follow them in.  I trailed behind the rippling back muscles which momentarily cut off my view of the interior.

 

“I get to play with him first, assholes, so hands off.”  The muscle giant seemed to announce to the room, his voice echoing around the cavernous space.  As he moved further into the loft I took in the expanse of the room, all open with daylight pouring in from a wall of giant windows framed by exposed brick and heavy timber frames spanning the ceiling, my eyes drawn upward by the flood of light shinning off a set of steel windmill like fans spinning the hot air slowly around.  It smelled like a locker room, sweat and heat and testosterone.  When my eyes came down I saw the occupants of the room sprawled from one end to the other, maybe half a dozen or so.

 

“Sweet!”, shouted out a man in thick framed black glasses eating a banana.  “We haven’t had any new playmates in way too long!”, he snapped at Ezra while eye fucking me as he walked in from the kitchen.  Barefoot and naked from the waist down except for a threadbare old jock strap my eyes took in two of the fucking biggest, most mammoth quads I’d ever seen in my life, his legs rolling one past the other to navigate their sheer size, giving him that bodybuilders gate that only the most developed men had.  His t-shirt was another thread bare rag, with both sleeves ripped off, the neck opening ripped wide and bottom cropped above his wall of abs, the faded words “Muscle Geek” in crackled pink letters across his chest.  At 5’ 7” he was just a bit over Ezra’s height, but easily more than double his weight.  I couldn’t believe the size of the man.  It was like muscle packed on top of muscle, rippling and glistening with a light sweat from the heat of the room.

 

When my eyes finally drifted up to the face behind the dark glasses I was struck by the truly bad hair cut and receding hair line, the five o’clock shadow covering another weak jawline, not unlike Ezra’s and the features that made up a face of the classic nerd.  There was even a bit of tape holding together the frame of his glasses.  It was so incongruous, that face and that body, together on the same man.  But I realized almost immediately, that a body like his made any face as hot as fucking shit.  Just as I thought that, he shoved the rest of the banana completely into his mouth so his hands were free to treat me to my second double bicep pose of the day.  “Mine are the biggest baby.” He boasted, chewing the banana and flexing each arm, kissing one and then another.

 

“We’ll all get a turn Junior, back off a him.”  Came a voice from across the room.  I looked over at two guys flopped on the sofa, playing a video game.  The one who had spoke was a light skinned black man, natty fro framed against the windows behind him.  He was in a thin flannel bathrobe that was spread open showing off deep pec cleavage, washboard stomach, huge fat cock hanging down between his wide spread legs and perfectly visible beneath the control box in his lap that worked the joystick feverishly as he played his sofa mate.  Next to him sat a flaming red haired ginger in navy blue plaid boxer briefs that made his skin appear super white, practically glowing in fact, like it was lit from within.  His muscular frame just as thick and massive as all the men in the room.  He turned from the tv screen towards me for just a second, winked and quickly bounced his meaty pecs.

 

At the end of the room was a tall wide mirror, leaning against the brick wall.  In front of it two more muscle freaks who stood side by side in wrestling unitards.  One had pulled down the straps and was rubbing baby oil across his chest, readying himself for some serious mirror time.  The other, which I now realized was his twin, took the bottle from him, clearly ready to help him apply the glistening oil.  Neither of them turned to acknowledge me, and for some reason I wondered if they spoke English. Each had a hawk like nose and thick dark mustache that made them look like 1970 porn stars.

 

And in the farthest corner of the room yet another giant of a man sat naked in a leather club chair, one leg thrown over an arm, leaning back and casually playing with his own ball sack.  He raised one eyebrow just a hint, gave me a small, barely visible smile and just continued to stare at me while stroking his nuts.  He was the only man here with thick dark chest hair, spread wide across the expanse of his pecs and trailing down to his flaccid dick that was held aside by his stroking fingers.  His eyes broke contact with mine as Ezra came up beside me and spoke.

 

“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it.”  He stated, more than asked. “I think Brandon wants to play now.  Why don’t you enjoy him for a bit.  Kinda take the edge off from all of this.”

Ezra finished with a sweep of his hand that took in the whole room full of muscle men.

 

Brandon, shirtless but still in his jeans and sneakers, came up to me with his two palms face up, reaching out to take my hands.  He pulled me towards him and gently guided my hands up and onto the globes of his hairless hard pecs.  “Feel that chest baby, feel just how thick and meaty it is.”  His hands let go and came behind my back, pulling me into an embrace tight against his hard muscles.  He bent down to whisper in my ear, his voice deep and husky as he said, “I know how much you like my muscles, how they make your dick so hard.  I love that little man, I love that my body makes you crazy with desire.  I know I’m the biggest fucking stud you’ve ever gotten to touch, and you can touch me wherever you want to, make me do whatever you like.”

 

It was like my brain went blank and forgot about everything else but this wall of flesh surrounding me.  There it was, the perfect most beautiful piece of hulking man in front of me, giving himself completely to my muscle lust.  Giving me permission to worship him.

 

My hands started to explore, roaming across his chest and around his flared lats.  Stroking up and down his stupendous ripped arms, playing with the veins snaking across his thick forearms as he bent it up, flexed, and it looked like an inverted bowling pin, narrower at the wrist then widening to a wide hard solid mass of muscle.  I had to lick it and he purred when I did.  The back of his hand guided my head up his arm as he pumped his arm back and forth to make his biceps swell up into a granite like boulder.

 

“Yeah that’s it baby, that’s what a man’s arm is supposed to look like.  You love that shit don’t you?  Course you do baby, just look at me.  I’m your very own Hercules.”  He took a step back and gave me a most muscular pose, making his entire exposed torso a relief map of striated muscle and pulsating veins.  He shook with the effort of the pose, holding it nice and long for me to take it all in.  I eye fucked his massive muscle display then started grabbing and stroking every perfect muscle before me.

I forgot where I was.  I forgot there was a room full of people around me.  I didn’t care.  I was lost in this unbelievable mountain of muscle there before me.  It was glorious.

 

When he stepped back towards me his two magnificent arms reached for my jeans and began to unfasten them.  Zipper opened he started yanking them down my legs as I kicked off my sneakers to release them.  I wanted them off as much as he did.  He slid his big hands into my underwear, his bare fingers against my ass sending a tingle down my leg as he slid those down and away.  My dick was achingly hard and swung free.  I was startled when he slowly sunk down to his knees and smiled at me as he bent forward and slid my entire cock deep into his mouth, taking me completely.  I gasped at the warm suction that felt so amazing, marveling at the deep throating he performed so easily.  As if he read my mind he raised his gorgeous arms up into a double biceps so I could fondle them as he sucked me off.  It didn’t take long for me to feel my load rising.  He worked my dick like a pro, listening to my deepening moans of pleasure and flexing his arms harder as I clutched at the muscle, coming closer and closer to release.

 

“Jesus Fucking H Christ,” I bellowed as my balls churned and I felt a torrent of hot man juice shoot hard into that warm eager mouth.  I bucked and shot again and he grabbed onto my hips, pumping them forward, as if to help me milk my load down his throat. I felt the suction of his powerful throat pulling my cum down.  He kept sucking, until he was absolutely sure I was fully spent, then slowly his mouth pulled off my spent member, licking around my groin and lapping up my sweaty balls.

 

“Thanks baby,” he said with a wry smile and stood up.  He was clearly done and turned towards the kitchen, walking away.  I felt like a limp rag, and sank to the floor, trying to catch my breath.  After a few moments I looked around the room and noticed that no one was paying the least attention to me, as if someone getting blown in the middle of the living room happened all the time.  Then thinking about it for a second, and the unusual group assembled here, I realized it probably did.

 

As I caught my breath I couldn’t help but notice a massive set of legs that had come to stand in front of me.  I took in the enormous quads and hamstrings directly in front of me and my eyes scanned upward to the old jockstrap, stuffed full with what had to be a very large dick and set of nuts.  They stretched the elastic out and you could see the dark pubes poking out from the full pouch.  “You need something to drink?  Some food maybe?”

 

I looked up at the guy in the dark horned rim glasses who towered over me, smiling.  “That looked like fun.”, he stated, then added, “I get to be next.”  He winked.

I leaned back on my two arms, still catching my breath down on the floor.  The view of this “Muscle Geek” standing so close was already pushing my restart button.

 

“I hope you’re a leg man,” the big geek, Junior (was that just a nickname?),  asked casually.  “I mean my whole body is awesome, don’t get me wrong, I’m as big as any of these pussies here, and my guns are totally smokin’, but my legs, fuck man my legs are the bomb.  Look at these calves,” he chuckled as he spun one leg sideways and tensed up his insane overly developed calf.  It rivaled any pro out there, and looked bigger than I could ever remember seeing even in those TV competitions.  He spun his leg back around and then shook the meat of his gigantic hammy, then pow, flexed it into full relief.  The bulk of thigh hardened into a huge tear drop, each surrounding muscle etched and chiseled out as if a sculptor had carved out the grotesquely oversized leg.

 

“Yeah, I don’t have to worry,” Junior nodded to my spent dick that now twitched in my lap. “I see my new best friend there is gonna be ready to play real soon.” He extended a hand, helping me up from the floor and held onto it, as he walked me over to the kitchen.  “Get out pretty boy,” he told Brandon who was searching through the fridge.  Brandon grabbed a bottle of water from the door and sauntered away with a small huff.

 

“I could see you were into pretty boy there, but fuck him, you’re gonna like me way better, I can tell.”  He spun me onto a barstool and took another water bottle from the fridge, tossing it over to me.  “Better start getting you re-hydrated little dude.  I want you all refreshed for our playtime.  Brandon there is a slam bam thank you mam kinda guy, gets what he wants and then he’s done with you.  Not my style at all.  No sir, I like to take it slow, enjoy the experience, ya know?” He dug through the fridge and pulled out a bowl of cut up fruit.  He leaned forward onto the counter staring at me as he started popping pieces into his mouth.  Like the banana he clearly had an oral fixation, licking each piece of fruit then sucking it into his mouth slowly, deliberately making the act of eating as sensual as he could.

 

“Now that my big legs are outta sight behind this counter I see you looking over the rest of me, taking it all in.  Nice huh?  I ain’t got pretty boys height, but look how wide I am.”  He pushed his thick glasses that had slid down, back up his nose and then yanked off his Muscle Geek t-shirt and flung it to the floor.  He twisted at the waist and gave me the classic Arnold back pose, both arms curled up in a back biceps and his wide expanse of lats looking like a wall of rippling mass.  It seemed impossibly huge, and I realized why, his waist was like Brandon’s, both of them had tiny waist lines, probably 30 inches tops, without the faintest trace of steroid bloat and that distended belly all the pro builders had.  He spun to the front flaring his lats out like the muscle god he was and smiled at me.  He saw my eyes taking in his small hard waist and he knew what I was thinking.  “Yep, that’s why I look so big, like some serious super hero bod shit, that little waist of mine.  Fucking amazing huh.  Too damn right.  Could you imagine me competing, with these proportions,  this size man, I’d blow everyone away.  Super hero proportions baby, no fucking Batman or Shazam, all covered up from head to toe, no I’ve got the He-Man thing going on, showing it all off, bare skin, huge pumped up ass kicking size, bare legs, too, so god damn crazy big.”

 

He picked out a chunk of pineapple from the bowl and came around the counter, knocking my legs apart so he could stand between them.  He took the pineapple and spread it, circling it around his nipple, “Now suck on that little dude, it’ll make your cum that much sweeter.”  I fell onto his chest, flicking my tongue around his pebbled nip, enjoying his quiet moan of delight.  “Oh sweet dude, that’s it, suck on that big man tit.  Yeah, fuck yeah.  I like that little buddy.  Now get the other one, yeah, that’s it, those massive tits are all for you, savour it man.”

 

When my lust was spent on his chest he titled my head back with a hand to my chin and bent in, his sweet mouth taking mine as his tongue probed around inside eating me like a piece of that fruit.  My hands were on his neck and he broke the kiss for a moment to bunch up his enormous traps and tilted his head back making the column of his thick neck flex to ridiculous proportions.  “Would you believe me if I told you I was a pencil necked little geek once upon a time?  Hard to believe huh.  Look at what a mans neck is supposed to look like.  Fuck, every inch of me is what a man is supposed to look like.  Don’t you think?”  He smiled at the dumbstruck look on my face.

 

Turning away he pulled me along over to one of the empty sofas and he sat down against the arm, his legs spread wide along the length.  He pulled me down in front of him, toboggan style, and leaned me back against his hard body.  His two legs each rose up and wrapped around my waist.  “Look at those big wheels dude, look down at all that glorious manly fucking muscle.  Touch them dude, play with them, feel them,” he paused a moment then continued in a whisper in my ear, “Now imagine those legs are your legs.  Those motherfuckers are yours, that you’re built just like me, a tank of a fucking man, a giant, a muscled up superman.  Yeah, look at your dick all rock hard again, you like thinking about that, right.  That’s your real fantasy isn’t it baby, not just touching my big man muscles, but actually having your own muscles just like mine.  That’s what really turns you on I know, you want to be like me, you want to be a fucking muscle god too, with men drooling at your feet, begging to worship you if you let them.  I can see right inside your head dude, cause I was you.  That was just what I wanted too.  Then look what happened.  Look at me now.  Touch the mountains of my body.  Feel how hard and big and completely superior I am to any normal man.  Should we make that happen for you baby?  Let’s make you into a muscle freak too.”

 

He could tell by my rapid breath and deep intake of air that I was on the verge, ready to come again.  He turned me to face him and laid my back down on the sofa as he pushed me across the couch so he could sink down onto my raging hard on.  It only took a second on my stiff tool for him to draw out my second hot load.  I could feel the hard shooting stream hit the back of his throat and tell from his grunt of pleasure that it was just what he wanted.  That he was happy knowing his words could make me cum just as easily as his beautiful muscles.  He had hit a nerve alright. He knew my deepest desire, the one I’d never told a soul.  I felt laid bare and naked, but secretly thrilled someone knew my inner most fantasy.  And that he wanted to make it a reality.  Was that just sex talk, or did he, could he, actually mean that?

 

Holy shit.

 

I was completely spent, and Junior had just laid out flat on top of me after he’d swallowed my load, his head on my chest, his arms pinning me on each side.  “He-man”, I thought to myself with a chuckle, if he had that stupid blonde bob and bangs, and lost the glasses he’d be dead on.  Christ, a man this size, just think how strong he must actually be, think of the amount of iron he must throw around in the gym.  Fuck, how I’d love to watch that.  I glanced around the loft but didn’t see any weights or benches stuck in a corner, guess they worked out somewhere else.  Probably took over the place and intimidated the fuck out of everyone there if they all went together.

 

“You’re still thinking about my big body aren’t you,” Junior mumbled softly on top of me.  “I get it, believe me, I remember what it was like back in my full on nerd days.  I couldn’t have gotten any jock to look at me twice, let alone give me a free pass to worship him.  I gotta tell you… ummh, what is your name little dude?”

 

“Dillon,” I answered back softly into his ear the way he spoke to me, sensing this was a private conversation between us and not meant for the room.

 

“Dillon, cool, that fits.”  He stretched his head up lifting off my chest and reached forward, tenderly kissing me, then put his head back down.  “I’m Walter.  Walter E. Hammill, Jr.  That’s where the Junior comes from.”

 

“There’s clearly nothing ‘junior’ about you,” I told him.

 

“Yeah, must be why I like it!  The irony’s great,”  His hands where up beside my head, playing with my hair like he would a plush toy.  “Listen, Ezra isn’t going to let you stay with me too much longer, the other guys are all gonna want a turn, and I don’t know how many more loads you can manage before your balls run dry, but I want you to know I like you Dillon.  I mean it.  And just so you know, I’m the only one here except Ezra who’s gay.”

 

“What!”  I said too loudly

 

“Shhh, baby, keep it soft. Yeah, I know it’s kind of a mind fuck, but none of them were into dudes when they got here, but they’ll all do whatever it takes to get a load of your jizz.”

 

“Are you shittin’ me?  What the fuck.  Like this isn’t weird enough already.  This room full of muscle giants, my hottest fantasy possible, and not only showing off their bodies for me, but blowing my brains out.  And I didn’t even get a chance to try blowing Brandon, or you, in return.  Talk about weird, and one sided, and completely bizarre, and now you tell me they’re all straight, but just gay for my dick?  This makes absolutely no sense.  You’re fucking with me aren’t you.”

 

“Nope.  I swear dude.  Believe me, they all want a turn.”

 

I looked up and searched the room for the other men.  The salt and pepper set were still over at the video sofa, playing away in a geek video trance.  The twins were both glistening in oil now and naked, their wrestling singlets in a heap on the floor.  I could hear them encouraging each other as they posed for themselves.  It was in English, so guess that assumption on my part was wrong.  And when I looked to the far corner I saw the hairy ball scratcher still sitting in the chair watching me.  His eyes widened a bit when he saw me looking at him and he must have taken that a signal that I was ready for more.  He unflung his leg from over the arm and slowly, and mother fucking majestically, like it was in damn slow motion, rose up from the chair putting his staggering massive body on full display.  He paused as he rose to his full height, knowing I was watching him, transfixed by his sheer brute size.  He didn’t flex, he simply stood there doing nothing, looking bigger than any of the other muscle men in the loft.  I took a small inhale of breath at the sight.

 

“He’s a fucking beast isn’t he,’ Junior knew what I was looking at over top his head on my chest.  “That’s Solomon.  Sol, but we all call him Beast, for obvious reasons.  He’s gotta have about 10 or 20 pounds on Brandon, so yeah, he’s definitely the biggest motherfucker here.  Just remember though, I’m the gay one Dillon.  I’ll be your muscle god for real.”

 

I watched as Sol, the Beast, walked over to me.  Completely naked, his fat dick swinging free as he rolled his thick legs passed each other in that builders gate, his arms hanging wide from his sides, not because it was him showing off his incredible width but from the sheer impossible thickness of his flaring lats, his arms had no where else to go.  The dark hair swirled perfectly across his chest and trailed down his abs, to that thick bush.  His legs weren’t shaved either, which I now realized was unlike all the rest of the guys in the room who were completely clean shaven.  His head was buzzed but stubbled with hair, as was his chin, upper lip and jawline.  When he reached the side of the sofa he extended a hand out for me to take and waited.

 

Junior shifted off of me begrudgingly, and as much as I immediately missed the warmth and weight of his heavy muscled frame, I felt a sense of relief from the crushing weight being removed.  Junior gave my dick a playful stroke as he got up and moved away, making way for the titan beside him.  Sol took my hand and helped me up from the sofa, turned and walked us over to a door I hadn’t really noticed.  He stopped in front of it and searched the room for Ezra, seeing him sitting at a laptop at the kitchen island, waiting until the little man looked up. Sol nodded at the closed door and Ezra nodded back.  I wondered why the beast seemingly needed permission to go into another room, but the thought was lost as soon as the door opened and I saw all of the gleaming chrome gym equipment.

 

The Beast led me quietly through the space, which I quickly guessed had to be another loft apartment since the size of this gymnasium was ridiculously big for a mere home gym.  So this is where they all pounded the weights and turned themselves into these mammoth muscle creations.  My mind started to race, envisioning them all in here, working out their beautiful bodies, pumping up, preening in the mirrors, slamming the weights around like pathetic toys.  I knew I had to be right when I saw the amount of weight left on a bar at the weight bench.  I did the math quickly, it was 500 pounds.  A squat rack held at least twice that.  It made my dick twitch.

 

But looking up at Sol’s huge back I saw over his boulder like shoulders a different part of this cavernous room.  Black walls had pegs loaded with leather straps and harnesses, hoods, outfits, chains and clamps, whips and bondage toys I didn’t even have a name for.  A sling hung in the center of this space, waiting for a passenger.  Racks to be stretched over or dangled from were along the walls.  Across from this corner was another filled by a full sized boxing/wrestling ring.  Industrial light fixtures above the ring shone down on the gleaming black vinyl corner pads and ropes.  S&M wrestling, was that a thing?  I had know idea.  Sol stopped in front of the bondage wall and let go of my hand, turning to face me.  He was directly under one of the overhead lights that flooded down onto his behemoth frame and he just stood quietly, staring at me, with a small smile I could not read.

 

I didn’t know what he wanted, or what I was supposed to do.  I spoke, quite unsure of what to say.  “I’ve never really done anything with this kinda stuff.  I’m sorry.  I don’t want to disappoint you, but please, don’t hurt me.  Really, I can’t even imagine being fisted or whatever you do with that thing there,” I said nervously pointing at some piece of frightening sexual equipment.  “I should probably just go, this is all way beyond my comfort zone.”  He didn’t say anything.

 

“I should just thank my lucky stars that I got to be in the same room with a muscle god like you, and those other guys, it’s really so fucking unbelievable, this whole afternoon.  Thank you, really, thank you.  I’ll never forget this, any of this.  Just look at you.  It blows my mind how amazing your body is.  Those muscles, your size… it’s just.”  I didn’t know what else to say.

 

He watched me, silently, then stepped forward and began to unbutton my denim shirt.  I laughed a bit, forgetting I still had a top on when I was bare assed naked from the waist down.  He finished and pulled the shirt back and off, tossing it aside.  Then he turned to the wall and surveyed it, finally picking a 2” wide studded leather strap.  I felt a small sense of panic as his two arms held it up and pulled it straight snapping the leather taut.  His muscular arms rippled with the movement and my eyes locked onto his incredible meaty forearms and thick paws.  My eyes opened a bit wider when he bent his arms up and started to put the strap, which was really a collar, around his own neck.  It was a relief knowing I wasn’t about to get hurt or confined with that piece of leather, and seeing his biceps bulge beside his face as he strapped on the collar distracted me even more.  He fastened the collar and turned back to the wall, this time for a long braided cord of leather.  Turning back to me he smiled just a bit and then snapped a toggle from the cord onto the collar.  It was a leash.  He held the other end out to me, asking me to take it, then unexpectedly he sunk down to his knees in front of me, bowing his head down and simply waiting.

 

“What the fuck,” I said softly to myself, unsure of what was happening. He looked up at me and nodded at the end of the leash in my hand, then put his head back down.

 

“Do you speak?”, I asked, now realizing he hadn’t spoken a word the entire afternoon.  “Can you talk?  Is this just a sexual thing, the ‘quiet beast’, or are you mute.  Like really a mute?  I’ve never known that was a real thing actually.  Or are you foreign.  I thought the twins were foreigners, but I guess not, so maybe you are and you don’t understand a word I’m saying?  That seems like a long shot, but its possible right?  Can you say something.  Do you speak English?”

 

He looked up at me after the questions, but only smiled a bit more this time.  Which told me nothing.

 

“Do you want me to dominate you?  Is that it.  Whip you, spank you?  Fuck you on the sling?”  I have no idea here, and still can’t believe this is all happening to me.  The man didn’t move, so after a few moments I decided.  “Ok, I’m guessing this is just carte blanche, I can do to you whatever I want to, so let’s see.  I don’t really want to tie you up or any of that stuff, that doesn’t get my rocks off.  I’m a pure and simple muscle whore, I just want to have my ultimate desire and look at you, feel you, grope and lick and admire every muscle packed inch of you.  That’s all I want.  Is that ok, just that.”

 

His smile didn’t waver, nor did he move, so I took that as a ‘yes’.”  I pulled on the leash and got him to rise from the floor, leading him over to one of the racks.  I backed him up to it, guiding his glorious ass onto a barstool height rail, and leaned him back against it.  Then, I met his smile and looked into his eyes, trying to read him, but simply gave up and started to kiss him gently.  He didn’t return the kisses, but his tiny smile continued.  I moved down his neck and across the broad shoulders.  At his chest I sighed with anticipation as I buried my face between his wide rounded pecs and nuzzled happily.  I licked at his nipples, flicking my tongue and delighting in seeing them harden up at the touch.  My hands explored too, and as I savored the feel of his thick hard muscles I felt my dick getting painfully hard once again.  At the rise of my cock Sol took notice and looked down at my stiff member, his smile broadening wider.

 

Was he going to fall onto my cock the way Brandon and Junior both had, the minute I got hard, or… ok, this was going to be an or, because Sol took me by the hand and pulled me over to the wrestling ring.  He gestured with a flick of his head to get up onto it and he rolled under the bottom rope, into the middle of the ring, lying flat on his belly.  I did the same, wondering what the hell this was going to be.  We were head to head staring at each other and he brought his right arm in front of him, bent at the elbow.  He mimed the motion of arm wrestling then nodded at me to take his hand.

 

“Ha!  Now that’s funny.  Hysterical.”  I laughed, but he just wiggled his fingers to join his.  “You just want me to feel your strength, how you could beat me with a pinky?  Or you know I’ll blow a load watching your fucking ginormous bicep snap my arm like a twig.  Ok, well, that probably will turn me on.  Let’s go cowboy.”

 

We locked our hands in the customary starting position, one I certainly knew well from watching years of arm wrestling competitions on tv, getting my rocks off at the bulging straining muscles.  I had to admit, the few times I’d seen a wrist broken during a match sent me off the charts.  That was kinda sick to get off on that, but I did.  That kind of strength was fucking hot, plain and simple.

 

“So I guess I’m counting us off as you don’t really do that,”  His smile was gone and looked deadly serious, which made me swallow hard.  “One, two, three, Go.”

 

I was waiting for my arm to instantly, and probably painfully, be slammed to the mat, but it wasn’t, it was still in the start position fully upright.  My brain took a second to process that.  I was pulling, I had thought if I was at least trying he might not slam my hand so hard to the mat that he broke something or tossed me sideways with the sheer force of the motion, but what I realized was we were pushing against each other, he was matching my pressure evenly, much to my surprise.  But, then when I looked up to his face, expecting to see that sly little smile, I saw that he was straining.  What?  That didn’t make sense.

 

“Ok, very funny Samson.”  I scowled at him, not sure what this game was.  But as I kept staring at his face, I saw that he honest to god looked like he was trying, and trying hard to bend my arm.  It was a grimace, and the longer we battled the more the effort read in his expression.  He grunted repeatedly, his teeth clenched tight.  I was so fascinated by his obvious performance of  weakness that I realized I wasn’t even trying my hardest at this.  I figured what the fuck and put more effort into bending back his tree trunk arm and to my disbelief I started to actually bend it back.  He was at 45 degrees and fighting against my effort, but his look of strain now looked more like a genuine expression of pain.  He cried out, some kind of noise that was a huff of air and a groan of true pain.  I was feeling the strain too, it felt like a pressure that was formidable, but at the same time I knew, I could tell, that I could give more.  It went on for 30 seconds more, the intensity grew, and I looked at beads of sweat actually break out and roll down Sol’s forehead, his face contorted in pain, his eyes now begging me to end this.  And with a last true effort I did, slamming the back of his hand to the mat.  What the fuck.

 

Sol rolled over onto his back and clutched at his wrist, like the pressure I’d put on it had actually done some damage.  He was panting, then his hand slid down to his biceps and massaged it, pretending to relieve the cramping or strain I caused it.  I was torn, between how convincing he was and how incredibly hot this ‘win’ made me feel.  I couldn’t believe I was still this rock hard too, after my dick had shot two monumental loads within the last hour or two.  How long had I been here, I wasn’t really sure.  Right now though, this was a new kind of horny I never even knew I could feel.  I decided to play along and try this again.

 

“Well that was fun big guy.  Best two out of three,” I said in my best cocky voice, returning to the starting position.  The Beast was still rubbing his arm, but nodded slowly as he got back into position.  “One, two, three, Go.”  This time I gave it my best effort, full force at the get go and I slammed his arm down instantly like I was taking on a toddler.”  He didn’t look at me, but just curled up on his side, clutching his arm again as if I’d really hurt it even more.  His acting was superb.

 

“Let’s try the left arm killer,” I said repositioning myself again.  He was even slower to join me this time, as if reluctant to be hurt more, and my steel dick continued to be ramrod hard at this whole idea of overpowering a gorilla of a man.   When I did it again, and a second time lefty, it started to almost feel real.  Like Sol wasn’t just pretending, but then, that was preposterous.  I think he saw the wheels turning in my head, and before I knew what was happening he’d stood up and snatched me into a headlock, his freakin’ huge arm crushing against my windpipe.  Without thinking I rammed an elbow back and into his stomach, doubling him over, his arm instantly detaching from my neck and then coming up to craddle the blow to his stomach.  He cried out in pain, but after just a moment he forced himself to stand up and grabbed both of my hands with his, locking our fingers together with our arms  over our heads.  I knew this, it was the power stance of two bull wrestlers meeting in the ring and one of us would apply more pressure forcing the other one down to their knees.  When I tried doing just that, I was more than a little surprised that I felt him sinking slowly to the the ground and I actually felt like I was the one moving this mountain of man down to his knees.  The pain on his face looked so real I actually began to believe this really was happening.  I couldn’t be that strong, I just couldn’t.  That wasn’t possible.

 

My dick was going to immobilize me it was so friggin hard and I couldn’t explain the relief I felt when Sol, who I’d driven to his knees, crawled over and latched onto my cock like it was the last morsel of food on the planet.  His eager mouth expertly worked my throbbing dick and he milked it dry in a matter of seconds.  Clutching my ass cheeks and pulling me deeper and deeper into his throat as he gulped at my cum, as if he needed it more than any human being ever had.  As if his whole seduction, his teasing performance, was just to this end, to get the biggest load he possibly could inside of him.  All I could think of was, ‘but why’?

 

Spent, I slid down on the ring mat, hoping to catch my breath and praying the ache in my poor used dick ebbed.  I was startled when I felt Sol’s huge body stretch out behind me and a heavy arm wrap over me.  He gently prodded me onto my side so he could spoon me.  We both just lay there, sated and exhausted.  I didn’t expect to fall asleep but I knew I must have when I felt a foot tapping lightly against my side. I thought it was Sol, nudging me and I turned to push him away but he wasn’t there. I turned back to the foot and looked up the leg, the blinding white muscular leg sticking out of blue boxer shorts and knew who it was.  A pair of darker legs were in a cocky stance next to him.  I guess they played everything together.

 

“Where’s the Beast?”, I asked, noting it was pitch black outside and wondering how long I’d been asleep.

 

“We chased him away.  He knew it was our turn to play.”  Alibaster guy was sliding the boxer shorts down over his big thighs, while at the same time his companion pulled his wide shoulders backwards and let his open bathrobe slide down back off his shoulders.  He rotated his impressive delts as if the robe had weighed a ton and he was happy to finally be rid of it.  Grabbing his long dick he gave it an affectionate stroke or two, intentionally drawing my eye to it.

 

“Guys, hot as you both look, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m really kind of wiped out.  I’m not exactly used to these muscle orgies and why is it I seem to be the only one getting blown?  Don’t you like having that big pole appreciated along with all those muscles?”  I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.  “Unless you’re both straight, but then that really wouldn’t explain your Jonesing on my dick?

 

“Who the fuck said we’re straight?  Junior telling you shit, don’t you believe him.  I ain’t straight, I like me some white boy cock.”  I raised my eyebrow again.  “Unless you get off on straight dudes wantin’ you, then fuck yeah, I’m straight.”

 

“What’s it matter,” white brite ginger suggested, “It’s all about motherfucking muscle man.  Look at this shit and tell me it doesn’t turn you the fuck on.”  He swung an arm and licked his own biceps, then pulled the arm in for a side chest shot, his fantastically thick pec rising up into a striated mound of hard flesh.  “That’s what I’m talking’ about.  Look at that fucking shit right there.”

 

“Yeah you wish half pint,” a hand shoved him over and stepped in his place offering the same side chest pose, equally spectacular.  The two started a pose down between them, both searching my eyes for the one that would get me hard again.

 

I nodded across the room toward the iron weights, and said, “Maybe watching you guys slam some iron around would get my juices flowing.”

 

They quickly looked at each other, blank expressions on both faces, then Red offered, “Timings bad bro, we already had two hard core work outs today, wouldn’t want to disappoint you having to go a little lighter.”

 

“I wouldn’t mind that.  I just love seeing those big weights in your hand, working those muscles.  A few reps would be enough to start my engine.”

 

“Nah, how about a different kinda work out.  Me and Red can mix it up in the ring here.  Winner gets to impress you with a private show and then suck you off.” He bounced his pecs, eagerly hoping I’d go for the compromise, but not waiting for an answer.  He spun and turned to the red haired stud and lunged forward, grabbing him in a bear hug and hurling him to the mat.  I backed away, making room for them to fight it out, wondering how this was going to turn out.  They didn’t seem to be holding back, both were grunting and snarling at each other as they started sweating profusely at the exertion.  I didn’t know my wrestling moves that well, there weren’t any overhead lifts or body slams, no supplexing one another, but lots of hard tight holds that made their muscles flex and ripple.  I saw them strain and grimace, like Sol had done, and it made me wonder.  They put on a good show, I couldn’t deny it turned me the fuck on watching them grappling against each others huge powerful looking bodies.  I’m not sure what made me do it, but the sheer curiosity got the better of me.  I stood up and grabbed their two shoulders trying to pull them apart.  I was surprised when they came away from each other, both looking at me wondering why, or how, I had separated them.  I reached out for reds hand and imagining myself a vice, I started to squeeze it.  A look of shock swept over him, then a tightness, like he was trying to hold back something until at last he started sinking downward and cried out in agonized pain, as if I had indeed crushed his hand.  “Oh shit man, please!”

 

“Holy fuck,”  I thought.  Was this the same show Sol put on for me?  Or was it possible, could it really be, that Sol wasn’t acting?  I turned to the second man and hesitated a moment, reading a look of fear on his face, then I punched him as hard as I could in the gut.  He doubled over instantly, crushing in half and falling to the mat alongside his buddy.  “Holy fuck doesn’t begin to cover it.”

 

“Oh fuck man, please don’t hurt us,” red saw his chum next to him on the mat bent in half holding his stomach, moaning.  “Look, really, we’ll be good to you, treat you so right you won’t believe it.  Man, we’ll do whatever you want us to.  You’d like that right?  You like all these muscles right, you dig our bodies.”

 

“It’s a good show guys, really.  You make me almost believe I could hurt you.  And the Oscar goes to…”

 

“Acting?  Fuck man, we ain’t putting on any show.  You don’t want to hurt us do you?”  His pleading sounded damn sincere.

 

I still couldn’t believe it was possible that I could be strong enough to make men this size feel anything.  It was like a child against a grown man.

 

“So you’re saying if I took my two hands and tried choking that tree trunk like neck of yours you’d actually be worried I’d do some damage?”  I asked.

 

“Oh shit man, please don’t fuck me up…” red began when the other huge man sprang up from the mat and tossed his heavy body on top of me.  He had to tip the scales at 250 or more, and his weight felt like a ton of bricks crushing me to the mat.

 

“Dude, you can’t lay on top of him forever, he’s gonna be pissed.  We don’t want him pissed.”

 

“Yeah, well, fuck that.  I can at least hold him still while we try to convince him.”

 

Seeing as how I felt entombed under a slab of concrete, I thought he was right.  I didn’t have any options, and pressing a 250 pound man off my chest was something I couldn’t possibly do, that much I knew, no matter how much super strength shit had been going on here.  Still, I tried, and as I thought it was pointless.  I couldn’t budge that much weight.  But I did manage to work a hand out from under the side of beef on top of me, and I groped around hoping to latch onto something.  I finally got a handful of his thigh, that thick chunky tear drop muscle right above the knee, and I squeezed as hard as I could.  He screamed in pain and rolled himself off of me as he thrashed around clutching at my hand trying to tear it off of him.  I felt his hands pulling at my wrist, but they didn’t budge my arm a fraction of an inch.

 

“You fuckin’ faggot asshole let go!  You’re gonna fuck up my leg for real man.”

 

‘Faggot?’  Did that motherfucker just call me a faggot?  That pushed a wrong button real quick and I let go of the leg as he rolled over onto his back.  The two men were both side by side so I rose to my knees between them, latching my left and then my right hand around both their necks, and applying pressure.  They were both panicked, eyes bugging, clawing at my arms trying to pull them off and I almost laughed at how little strength they seemed to have.  They pulled and pulled but it did nothing.  They were both sputtering, clearly choking for air, their faces flushed with blood, mouths grimaced in pain.  I let go.

 

Taking it in, I now knew that it was real.  It was impossible, but I’d just seen it, felt it,  It really wasn’t that I was that strong, how could that have changed, I was what I was, which meant it was clearly them.  While they all looked like monstrous muscle freaks, who should be able to tear apart a building with their bare hands, the exact opposite was true, they were strangely, and surprisingly, weak.  And I don’t know why, but somehow that was fucking awesome.

 

They were both bent over and coughing, fighting for air.  It was a few minutes before Red asked, “Who told you?  Fuck that Junior.  Ezra is going to be pissed  Man, usually we get more time before you guys figure it out,” he was still tenderly massaging his throat when he continued, “You won’t hurt us will you?  I mean really, we know you could, real super easy man, so please, I’m beggin’ you, anything you want buddy, really, anything.”

 

“How about some answers?  Explain to me what the fuck is going on here?  How can someone who looks like you guys do, not be super strong?  Why are you weaker than a normal guy, and not just normal, a skinny little shit like me?”

 

“Man, Ezra will kill us if we talk about it,” came the response from the guy bent over, picking at his natty fro.  “He ain’t gonna like any of this shit here.”

 

“Well that’s true,” came a voice from across the gym.  The three of us all turned and saw Ezra standing in the doorway. “Guess it’s too late now to keep the cat in the bag.”

 

Ezra nodded toward the weight bench, “Put some more weight on that fucker, let’s show the newbie how things work around here.”  As he spoke the buffed men rushed to the weight rack and together worked to slide off a 45 pound plate and add it to the olympic bar.  The effort it took for them, and the slow pace they were moving frustrated Ezra almost immediately and he stepped over and swatted the men away with a flick of his wrist, sending them sprawling to the floor.  With two fingers he slid off the 45’s like they were styrofoam, the iron clanging as he added the poundage quickly bringing up the weight to over four hundred pounds.  Ezra smirked at Dillon and laid down on the bench, taking a quick breath and pounding out reps as if the bar was empty.  He stopped at 20, and sat up, staring at Dillon’s expression of utter disbelief.

 

“Not even gonna break a sweat with that,” Ezra announced flatly.  In fact there’s not enough weights in this damn room to challenge me anymore.  “But it’s not the lifting that makes me fucking Superman, the iron is just for show.”

 

“I don’t get it.” Dillon was completely bewildered.  “None of this makes any sense.  Look at these guys, they’re giants, muscle freaks like I’ve never seen, and weak as little kids.  Then you, you’re skinnier than me and strong as 3 or 4 big guys?  How the hell?  It’s crazy.  No one would believe this.”

 

“Yeah well, about that.  Now that you’re already in on the unusual household arrangements here I’m afraid you’re going to be part of the family.  Permanently.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Well this isn’t exactly info I care to share with the outside world.  But here’s the nutshell version of how this works.  I fuck you up the ass and your skinny little nerd boy body is going to put on muscle, like you wouldn’t believe.  Each and every fuck my super spunk is going to pack on pounds of thick, hard muscle.  It’ll blow your mind man, and frankly turns me the fuck on, watching you turn into one of my muscle pig slave boys.  And there isn’t a one of you that hasn’t been equally turned on as you pack the bulk on.  Even all these straight boys who never dreamed they could put on this kind of size are more than happy to take it up the ass for these mind blowing results.  You’ll see.  You’ll turn yourself on so much it won’t even be funny.  That mirror over there will be your new best friend, trust me, it’s the same for all of you.”

 

“But, I don’t….  how can that…”  Dillon didn’t know how to process the seemingly impossible.  “But the weakness?  How can these guys turn into such beasts and get weaker, not stronger??”

 

“Yeah, you’ll figure that out along the way.  Right now I think it’s time to get you started on your new life.”

Ezra pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, calling out to Junior in the other room.  “Junior, new boy’s gonna like this better if he has something to help get his rocks off, get in here.”

 

Walter came into the gymnasium, sizing up the scenario quickly and stepping over to Dillon while shucking off his tattered ‘Geek’ shirt and pumping his big arms in and out, warming them up for a show.

“Hey Dillon, eyes on me buddy, I’m gonna make this real good for you.  A little private posing just for you man, any muscle you like, you wanna suck on these big biceps?, lick my massive pecs?, anything you like baby, you tell me, watch me, let me get some blood into these awesome muscles for ya, you’d like that right, all swole and veiny and pumped just for you…”  Junior enticingly displayed his beautiful bared upper torso like a prized bull, knowing just how to turn Dillon on, getting him rock hard and moaning in just minutes.  He pulled an oil bottle off a shelf and squirted it across his chest, the huge muscles now glistening like polished marble under the lights.  He reached around Dillon with more oil on his hand and fingered his asshole, lubing him up, getting it ready for the beginning of his new life.

 

“The first time is the hardest man, but just focus on me, my muscles, and think about how this is going to be what you look like too, even faster than you could ever imagine.  A year of growth with every fuck, in a couple weeks you’ll be a beast, just like me, we’ll be muscle brothers man, two motherfucking beasts, musclegods.”  And with that final word Ezra’s impressive long thick cock drove into Dillon’s tight little hole, painfully tearing him open and relentlessly pounding into him, blurring his vision as his eyes watered and seering agony washed over him even as his hard dick responded to Juniors muscle show, the amazing body being displayed for his pleasure and his alone.

 

“Damn that was a good load,” Ezra concluded as he pulled out and put his clothes back on.  “That might be a 10 pounder,” he stated as he unceremoniously left the room.

 

“Ten pounder?,” Dillon asked Junior in a soft voice, still bent over and recovering from the ass raping he’d just taken.

 

“Ten pounds of muscle,” Junior explained.  “Usually it’s about 5, but everyone’s different, and some put on more fast, some slower, but you’ll know in a few minutes.”

 

“A few minutes!  You’re kidding.”

 

“Nope.  C’mere,” Junior stood Dillon fully upright and spun him towards the mirrored wall.

 

Dillon stared at his naked reflection, his skinny almost emaciated frame looking all the smaller next to Junior’s physical perfection and massive proportions.  Minutes passed and he saw nothing, only his own expression of disgust at what he saw.  And then, every so slowly but without a doubt he could see that his ribs that showed under his chest seemed to vanish, the dark circles that were always under his eyes went away, his stick like arms and legs ever so slightly filled out, and the round crown of his shoulders puffed out a small fraction.  “Shit.”  Dillon whispered quietly in disbelief.

 

“Yeah, that’s about ten pounds,” Junior confirmed.  “I’ve seen it enough times to be a pretty good judge. ‘

Wait til next time kiddo, it’s the cumulative effect when it really starts blowing your mind.”

 

Dillon smiled a bit, supressing a slight giggle, and turned to kiss Walter, long and passionate, thanking him, but for what he wasn’t exactly sure.”

 

“He’s going to be taking you once or twice every day for a week, he likes to turn new guys quick.  Right now he called me in here just as much for him as for you.  Muscle is the only thing that turns him on, and he needed to look at me to get it up and fuck you. As you start to get bigger he’ll be getting off on you turning into a stud.  And the fact that he can take you, and man handle you, and toss you around like you’re a rag doll, that’ll turn him on too, so you gotta wrap your head around that now, cause that’s going to happen.  That’s his M.O.”

 

“I still can’t believe I’m going to turn into…  I’m going to look like you guys.  It’s a mind fuck.  But holy crap is it a crazy turn on too!  But when, how am I going to get weaker?  I still don’t get that.”

 

“I know, that there is the real mind fuck!  Cause here you are growing into this fantasy stud of your wildest dreams, and it’s real, you’ll look like a muscle god beyond your own imagination,” Junior paused a moment and flexed a double biceps shot to make his point,  “and then you’ll start realizing you’re not getting stronger with all that muscle, but just the opposite.  That’s what really fucks with your head.”

 

“But how, why?”

 

Junior frowned, “It’s your cum man.  Strength is in your cum.  We all turn into these cock sucking muscle whores who need cum to maintain what little strength we still have.  That’s why we were all taking turns on you when you got here.  You were literally saving our lives, giving us back a little strength.  Ezra fucks us and gives us the muscles, but then he also sucks us off and takes our strength.  If we could suck him off his cum would probably restore us, but he never lets us.  He brings guys here every so often when we get really weak, and that keeps us going, but man, it’s crazy how pathetic we are when we look like we should be able to lift a car.”

 

“If you sucked off each other would you get some strength?”  Dillon asked trying to puzzle the mystery together.

 

“Yeah we tried that way back, but I don’t think it worked.  No one wanted to give up what little they had for another guy to get stronger, and the few times when we did try it didn’t seem to work like what we got from any average guy off the street.”

 

“So you’re completely at his mercy.  Ezra rules the house.”

 

“Totally.  We’re fucking prisoners here, physically and mentally, but I gotta tell you Dillon, now that you’re here, another gay guy who I like so much already, I’m not in this alone anymore.  I’m so glad you’re here. I think you’ll make this bearable.  And I don’t know why but I get this feeling, that you are going to be the biggest stud in the stable.”

 

“Oh yeah, right!”  Dillon looked at his skinny reflection and just laughed. But quietly to himself he wondered, ‘what if’.

 

Four or five hours had passed before Ezra came back to the gym room.  Dillon had stayed there, not really knowing where his place in the house was, and quietly contemplating the situation he was in while curled up in Walter’s big arms, spooning on the floor.

 

“Outta here Junior!” Ezra yelled and like the obedient dog he was Walter complied, looking back at Dillon with a flick of a small smile.  Ezra snapped his fingers at Sol, who had quietly followed him into the room.  At the wordless command Sol began to unfasten Ezra’s shorts, dropping to his knees and opening his mouth wide, a hole for Ezra to get his dick hard.  Sol, the biggest man in the house flexed his two giant arms and groaned when Ezra fondled the best biceps of all the slave boys, instantly making his dick hard.  Soon he let go of the boulders he was gropping and back handed Sol suddenly, sending the huge man sprawling across the floor.  He stomped over to Dillon and scooped him up into his arms, holding him effortlessly in the air and bringing him down onto his now hardened cock.  Ezra enjoyed a standing fuck with any of the men, his face not showing the slightest strain at lifting such a weight up and down on his shaft, and little Dillon being the lightest of the bunch he felt weightless.

 

Sol knew his job and whipped into a most muscular pose, making his torso dance with his thick musculature, then came at Ezra as if to strike him.  Ezra’s dick throbbed with delight as he struck the big man once again, splitting open the beasts mouth that sent a stream of blood across the mirrored wall.  Ezra’s pounding standing fuck crescendoed as he came in torrents inside of Dillon.

 

‘Well it’s pretty clear what turns Ezra on’, Dillon thought to himself, filing away this useful insight.  He dropped to his knees when Ezra pulled out and went over to Sol, stroking his massive deltoid affectionately as he left the room.  Sol looked over at Dillon with an expression on his face that was part embarrassment and part longing, as if he wanted Dillon to hit him just like Ezra had.  Dillon digested this and realized that why was Sol was the biggest man there.  He liked the abuse, the pain that Ezra could cause turned him on. Sol wasn’t gay or straight, he was a submissive who wanted to be dominated, plain and simple, and Ezra was the alpha male who wanted to dish it out, and did, happily. Clearly he’d fucked Sol with his super cum more than any of the others.

 

Dillon turned away from Sol and studied his own reflection once again.  A smile of delight spread across his face as he saw the very thin layer of muscle spread all over his body, his tiny waist showing the clear making of a perfectly defined ten pack.  “Yeah, ten pounds sounds about right.”  Just once he flexed his skinny, but changing body, and grinned at his reflection.

——————

 

“Oh man, look at you baby!,” Walter said standing by Dillon’s side as they looked at themselves naked, “It’s only been two days and you got like, 35, 40 pounds of muscle on you.”

 

Dillon cocked his head to the side, carefully appraising and agreed, “Yeah, I’d say closer to 40.”

 

Walter couldn’t believe it was the same man by his side.  The attitude adjustment and confidence had already done a 180.  Dillon was appraising his wider shoulders and tight hard swimmers build like it was the miracle that it actually was.  The look of delighted acceptance of his new growth read clearly on his face as his eyes bore into his own reflection, his muscle lust for Junior’s huge body almost forgotten.

 

“Do I look taller too?,” Dillon asked the mirror, “that’s crazy right?  Did any of you get taller?”

 

“No, we all got wider for sure, but I don’t think anyone grew taller.”  He studied Dillon’s height next to his and couldn’t be sure.  ‘Hmm?  I think we were the same height when you got here.  But now…’

 

————

 

“So Ezra baby, what the fuck, you haven’t pumped my ass in days baby,” Brandon cooed at the little man lounging on the sofa.  “I’m not gonna stay all big and muscly for you if you don’t take care of me.”

 

Ezra didn’t bother responding, he just turned the page of his book.  But a minute later his eyes were searching across the room and landing on Dillon, who was in the corner that the porn star guys usually claimed, dressed in one of their wrestler unitards and admiring his own wrestlers sized muscular build.  Ezra loved the added weight his last two fucks had added to his new favorite boy, and now those added pounds filled him out enough that he didn’t need one of the others to pose and turn him on, Dillon had all he needed now to stand on his own.  He was taller too, that hadn’t happened with any of the others, but he’d grown at least 3 inches or more.  Dillon had been almost the same height as Junior, 5’7”, and now, yeah, now that had changed as well.  Along with the serious attitude adjustment.  Dillon wasn’t some little shy retiring fag anymore, he was embracing the changes that were turning him into a man.  He was a plain old cocky motherfucker already, and he wasn’t even as big as any of the others yet.  A collegiate wrestler, solid, cut, but serious ass bodybuilder size, yeah he wasn’t there yet.  But Ezra could help that along, now couldn’t he.

 

“Hey twink, I feel like plowing that ass again, get in the gym.”  Ezra commanded as he got up from the sofa, turned on from watching Dillon’s self admiration show.

 

Dillon pretended not to hear.

 

“Now.  I’m not asking twice princess.”

 

“I’m busy Pee Wee, maybe later.”  Dillon pulled down the straps of the unitard and stroked his own chest, bouncing the new slabs of pec muscle.

 

“The fuck…” Ezra blurted in anger.

 

Dillon smiled to himself.  He knew exactly how to handle Ezra.  Defy him, rebuke him, ignore him, piss him off and sure as shit he’ll be so turned on that it’ll be another one of those super charged growth fucks, the kind he knew was packing on size faster than anyone else had, and growing his height as well, his entire overall proportions and frame, he wasn’t just slapping on the head turning muscles, it was everything, and getting Ezra angry and enraged was the key to all the extras.  Sol was the only other one who had figured this out, but without being able to speak, he couldn’t really push Ezra’s buttons quite so easily.

 

“I said I got better shit to do right now than take your dick up my ass little man.”  Dillon knew he’d get smacked around a bit for crossing that line, but that was a price he was happy to pay.

 

“Ok smart ass, time for a lesson,” Ezra barked while grasping the side of Dillon’s neck and squeezing the trapezius until he sunk to his knees in agony.  Ezra kicked him over onto his stomach and tore the unitard apart like tissue paper, exposing Dillon’s eager hole.  Across the room Brandon, Sol and the video guys looked on with envy as Ezra pounded his big muscle making cock into the houses newest, fastest growing member.

 

When Ezra rolled off him, and lay on his back, catching his breath, Dillon rose up from the ground and turned back towards Ezra.  He straddled one leg over the prone figure and tore off the shredded pieces of unitard, then towering above the man on the ground he started to take in slow deep breaths, knowing his body would be expanding with size and new muscle as he stood over the little man who longed after the extraordinary muscles he was giving away and could never have himself.

 

“You know little man, you’re going to make me the biggest goddamn muscle freaking god the world has ever seen,” Dillon flared out his lats as wide as he could, knowing his wing span was actually growing as he did.  “I’m gonna make that big dick of yours hard again you pathetic little faggot, cause you know you want me more than you’ve ever wanted any one of these other sad excuses for a man.”

 

“Look at this, I bet I put on 15 pounds this time, after just one fuck.  I’m the best and you know it.  Make me bigger damn it.”  Dillon put his newly added extra bulk through it’s paces, posing, flexing, making his muscles bulge and ripple, dancing across his growing body.  “Am I bigger you little runt?!  Does this make your dick hard?” Dillon’s flexed bicep was shoved into Ezra’s face.  “Lick it you tiny bitch.”

 

Ezra did, his dick already rebounding and coming back for another round.  Dillon saw the thickening cock and smiled, then squatted down on top of it, holding a double biceps pose as he rode up and down the shaft, milking another load of muscle cum into his tight ass.  Load spent, he rose up majestically and turned his back on Ezra, facing the mirror to watch another round of growth.

 

“That’s it fucker.  I’m crossing over now, look at me.  From physique champion to bodybuilder status.  Look at these arms, at least 20 inches now.  My pecs, fuck me man.  The division, the striations, the thickness, fuck I’m boned at the sight of them.  At all of me.  Just look at my size.  Junior get over here.”

 

Walter came over to Dillon’s side and they all clearly saw why he wanted to stand next to him.  Dillon was more than half a head taller now, he was gaining on 6’.  And even though he hadn’t caught up to Junior in muscle mass, he was so close behind that they all could see it would only be a short time until they were even, and then, he was bound to surpass him all too soon.

 

“Wow, look at us man,” Dillon spoke to their reflections, eyeballing Junior’s muscles then his own.  “Was it really just a couple days ago that you were the biggest fucking muscle nerd I’d ever laid eyes on, and now look at me, I’m gaining on you so fuckin fast, how hot is that man.  My muscles are so god damn sexy, they must be turning you on too, aren’t they?”

 

“Course dude, you’re growing faster than any of us did.  It’s friggin unreal.  Everyone damn one of us is turned on watching you change.  Brandon is so jealous he’s loosing his shit.  Better watch out for him.”

 

Dillon glanced across the room at Brandon who was staring at him, an angry scowl on his face, confirming what Walter had just said.  “Yeah, I’m not worried about him. Not one bit.”  Dillon turned back to his reflection and bounced his meaty pecs, “Fuck yeah.”

 

“Listen baby, we gotta talk later,” Dillon leaned in towards Walter, quietly whispering in his ear.  “I got a plan, and I’ll need your help.”

 

Junior looked up into the growing man’s eyes and nodded, wondering exactly what he had in mind.

—————

 

“Everyone’s on board.  It took some convincing, but they all think it’s worth trying.  If it goes wrong, I promised I’d try and take all of Ezra’s wrath,” Dillon finished explaining his idea to Junior.  “Tonight, couple hours after he’s asleep.  We gotta be fast and no fuck ups.”

 

The seven men all slipped into Ezra’s bedroom together, each taking their position, two on each limb and Dillon at the foot of the bed.  On his signal they slowly took Ezra’s wrists and ankles and started gently guiding them into a spread eagle position across the bed, one man fastening the heavy leather bondage gear cuffs around the limbs, while the second man passed the iron chains attached to them under the bed to the other side, trying to secure them as quickly and quietly as possible.

 

As Ezra started to wake slowly at being moved Dillon crawled up between his legs and lay down on top of him, burying his tongue in the little man’s mouth and distracting him from what was happening with the bindings.  He pulled back from the make out session and spoke, “I’m tired of waiting for you to fuck me again little man, I need your dick up my ass and more of that super spunk of yours.  Make me huge Ezra, bigger than all these other wannabe studs.  You can sure as…”

 

Dillon stopped at the moment Ezra realized something else was going on.  His head whipped side to side seeing all the others around the bed working frantically, but not yet comprehending at what.  Then when he heard two padlocks click shut and the rattle of chain, saw the wrist cuffs that held his arms flat and wide against the bed, along with his ankles, he realized what they were doing.

 

“You goddamn fuckers, I’m going to tear you to fucking pieces,” he bellowed, pulling at the tight restraints and thrashing like a wild man.  The nervous muscle boys all grew terrified, but they kept adding additional cords, wire cables, even duct tape to reinforce everything to the heavy steel bed frame.  One corner of the headboard bent inward a few inches from the incredible strength of their fighting captor, but it held for now, and they added more cording to that side, lashing it down to the bottom steel bed leg as well.

 

“You shit head, this is all your idea isn’t it,” Ezra screamed at Dillon who was till on top of him.  “I swear to god you let me go, right now, and I won’t fucking kill you.  C’mon fucker, you know this isn’t going to hold me, I’m going to get out and everyone damn one of you is going to pay for this.”  All the men felt their resolve quickly flagging, except for Dillon.

 

Instead he sat upright on top of Ezra and flexed two 20 inch biceps, slowly licking each one in turn, then pulling his arms down into a most muscular, his striated pecs swelling magnificently in Ezra’s face.  “You big mouthed little muscle whore, who are you kidding, my fucking muscles have all the power over you, just look at them, how perfect they are already, how big you’ve made them, you know you want to worship me you pathetic little man, I can already feel that dick of yours telling me I’m right.”  Dillon slid back and looked at Ezra’s hardening cock, then smiled in victory and fell down onto the hot rod to give the best blow job of his life.  Dillon moaned with genuine pleasure as he swallowed a mammoth load of jizz, hoping it contained the strength he so desperately needed to have, the strength that belonged with his magnificent growing body.

 

“Do you think it’s gonna work,” Junior asked coming to his side.

 

“I have no fucking idea.”  Dillon stated, but secretly sure he could already feel power charging his body.

 

———

 

The seven muscle slaves stood in the main room, next to the loft’s crazy ultra locked vault of a door.  Dillon held the odd four pronged key he’d taken from Ezra’s room and spoke to the others.  “Here it is guys, freedom at last.”  He unbolted the door and pushed it open.

 

The two porn star dudes didn’t utter a word and just ran from the apartment, clearly more than ready to be free of their prison.  The ginger and his black friend paused a moment in the doorway.  Ginger said, “I ain’t going outside in my fucking underwear, let’s grab some clothes and shit.”  They walked to their room and scrounged around for whatever bit of clothing they had that would still fit.  Meanwhile, Sol stepped to the doorway and looked out into the empty hall, but pulled himself back inside.  He nodded his head side to side, and wandered back over to his club chair in the corner.

 

Brandon paused at the door next, clearly wanting to leave but also fighting off some kind of apprehension about going.  “I know I should be running down that hall, but, fuck, I don’t know,” he paused.  “I’ve been here the longest.  It’s been over a year.  Almost hard to remember what my life was like before,” he kind of chuckled to himself.  “Picture the skinniest Asian video nerd you can, planted in front of a computer, and obsessed with porn.  And I mean obsessed.  Big titted blonde babes, that’s all I’ve ever thought about, and would I ever in a million years have had a chance with one in real life.  Hah, that’s funny.  And now, well I’m pretty sure I could have any girl I want with this kind of hot body.  Who ever said women aren’t attracted to muscles is a lying idiot.  But, I don’t want to go back to being a skinny picked on twig.  Is that gonna happen if I leave?  Ezra gave me this body, and I don’t want to loose it, and if the price is sucking an occasional dick, it’s worth it. But I can’t loose the muscle.  But then, I look like a fucking super stud, yet I’m strong as a little kid.  How can I hide that from some hot chick?”

 

“Listen Brandon, if you could gain back strength from my cum, or any regular guy’s cum, then I can tell you the way you look you can have any gay guy on the planet, any time you want, and as much as you want.  I’d find some of the strongest biggest muscle mary gymrats that you can and suck off the lot.  You should be able to get the strength to match the body in no time.  Then those dream girls are yours for the taking,” Dillon pointed out.

 

“And if Ezra isn’t fucking me up the ass what’s going to happen to this Adonis body?”

 

“Honestly, I don’t know.  Do you need regular doses to maintain, or is the change already permanent.  I don’t think any of you guys can know that until some time away has passed,”  Dillon offered.  “But listen, I plan on staying here awhile, trying to get bigger and stronger, cause who are we kidding there’s never been anything like this in history and we all fucking love what’s happened to us.  At least the muscle part.  But if your body starts to revert, then you can come back.  If we can keep Ezra tied down, and milk him for strength, and maintaining the beef, then you can come back and we’ll get him to fuck you, keep the muscle on.  Best of both worlds man.”

 

Brandon smiled and said, “Thanks Dillon, really.  That’s awesome.  I can finally go show off all this and get all the pussy I’ve ever wanted.  Shit.  Kind of a head trip.”  He started through the door then turned back and added, “Fuck a shirt, I might never wear one again.”  Smiling he dashed down the hall and out of sight.

 

A few minutes later the two guys who poured themselves into clothes a least a few sizes too small walked out of the apartment with a quick wave and nod of their heads.  Junior took the key from Dillon and locked the door back up.  “I don’t have to tell you I’m staying here with you babe.  I told you I liked you at the very beginning, that hasn’t changed.”

 

“Let’s go see how many times we can drain that tied up little fucker.”  Dillon laughed and the two walked back into the bedroom.

 

———

 

Bright sun poured into the loft’s gym and Junior sat on the end of weight bench, shirtless and cascades of sweat glistened on his freshly pumped up torso, the olympic bar behind him loaded with 550 pounds, his new personal best weight for reps.

 

In a corner of the gym Sol sat quietly, his body unchanged, and his fat dick lubed up and happily being stroked as he watched his two roommates in the middle of their workout, slamming around poundages that even Ezra never managed.

 

Dillon finished his last set of deadlifts and let the 1900 pounds of iron crash to the mats as he completed his 10th rep.  “Fuck yeah baby, that felt good.  That make your dick hard?” he asked Junior as he spun towards him and flared out his mind blowing utterly massive lats.  He tightened and rippled all of his enormously pumped, blood engorged muscles and looked pleased at the reflection of his veins snaking over the mountainous body.

 

“Always does, you know that.”  Junior stood up and came over to the monster of a man that he worshipped.  “Should we measure that new size up baby?”

 

“Like you have to ask.”  Dillon sneered and flexed hard, smiling over at Sol who moaned as he shot a load at the sight.”

 

The new and improved Dillon now towered over Junior.  At 6’ 4” he was a full head above his companion.

With tape in hand Walter reached up to measure one of the flexed biceps and read out,  “25 and a 1/2, , shit man, that’s incredible.”   Dillon didn’t take his eyes off his own reflection, instead he watched as the smaller man continued his task.  “Forearms 18”, Chest 72”, Quads 37”, Calves 23 1/4”, Neck 23” and Waist 30 1/4.  Holy shit man, I don’t think there’s ever been a better built body in, well, like in history.  All the contests, anywhere.  Fuck, baby.”

 

“Yeah, it is pretty good, isn’t it,” Dillon chuckled continuing to pose for his own pleasure.  “Think maybe it’s time we had some playmates in?  Have a little fun.”

 

“Oh babe, you read my mind.  I may not be the perfect muscle god you are, but you know how much I love showing off all this prime beef of mine.” The two tremendously built men started pawing at each others bodies and passionately making out, never tiring of the beasts they’d become, big, strong, and horny as fuck.

 

[Pumped]

hot story. Love the ending; A muscle lovers twist on the patients running the asylum. Curious to know if Ezra is still the only one that can feed them? If so then they need to strap on VR goggles and a milking machine on that fucker and drain him 24/7. Hope there is more to cum

[Kamaswami]

Great story, the hottest thing I’ve read in a while, and the writing was very well done.