no-growth Umpires by F_R_Eaky part IV

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Umpires by F_R_Eaky Part IV  

 

This one is a bit of a set up and background chapter, but the next will be some fun.  Hope you enjoy both chapters. - Frank

 

Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/6120-umpires-part-one-by-freaky/

Part Two: https://muscle-growt...r-eaky-part-ii/

Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/6488-umpires-by-f-r-eaky-part-iii/

 

Although not slowly, but very solemnly, the six men marched down some trails from the campus.  They were heading towards an area close to the cabin that Callum had rented for the school year.  That same cabin he was originally heading to to get away from the campus life and clear his head just moments ago.  But the path these men took veered a bit away from those parcels of land and eventually came upon a tract with a very old and ancient looking stone house.  

 

Studying its shape and design as they approached it and its door, Callum realized that this was a very early manor home from the American Colonial period - sometime just before the Revolutionary war... perhaps quite a bit before.  It definitely had to be registered as one of the oldest houses in America, and one of the largest of the earlier houses, although not quite vastly huge as a mansion or a castle.  

Reaching into his pocket, Sebastian pulled out a large and antique iron key, which he inserted into the door's large key hole.  He then produced a more modern key and inserted it into a key hole of a modern dead bolt lock just above its older version.  With a soft click and then a louder clank, he unlocked the doors and ushered everyone inside.  

 

Once in, the other men quickly went through the house leaving Callum and Sebastian standing in the foyer.  Callum, already parched from apprehension and fear as to what these five men wanted with him, what they could do, and how they thought he was a part of them, became even more cotton mouthed realizing, in the dark, the sheer presence of the man beside him.  Sebastian stood four inches taller than him and outweighed him by seventy to a hundred pounds, and all of that was muscle.  Callum stood there trying to ease his mind, praying that he wouldn't develop an erection.  

 

Sebastian had turned and shut and locked the door, both locks and then placed both a wooden bar and large iron chain across the door.  Callum wondered what to say but then the other men had appeared: Mason had some candelabras, candles, and matches; Zachary had some cushions, pillows, and blankets; Brook had a tray full of food; Connor had several unlabeled bottles full of something.  

Now gathered, Sebastian led the men to room in between the dining room and the kitchen.  As Callum looked around through the dim light of the candles carried by Mason, he thought from what he could see this room was used slightly as a prep area for serving and partially as storage for food or drinks - an additional larder.  But suddenly there was a click that made him focus his attention towards Sebastian.  

Bast, as many of the other young men here called him, had just popped a button located on the side table or board and a panel in the wall had popped open.  Mason went first, followed by Zach, then Brook, then Connor lead Callum to go following after, and Sebastian entered last, shutting the secret panel behind them.  They went down a straight set of stares to the cellar and after making their way across it, came to storage room to place jarred goods where another secret entrance was leading to a set of stairs that wound down...down....down... in a spiral fashion.  

 

After what Callum calculated to be at least another two, possibly three stories down, the winding stairs ended at a round room with stone bench seats built into the walls, like a ring, and this was around a large fire pit.  Opposite the staircase was an open doorway that lead to another room with some large bookshelves, and some finely carved chairs and table - a dinette set, which was laid out with plates and tankards.  Brook and Connor went into that room and laid out the food and drink, while Mason began to light candles that seemed to be in every nook and cranny of these two underground rooms.  Zachary began to place cushions and pillows and blankets all around the stone seats, while Sebastian went into the other room, grabbed a very large and ancient book along with a book stand.  Eventually everyone was back in the round room and seated except for Sebastian and Callum.  Bast took Callum and lead him to a seat and after having Callum sit down, placed the stand and book in front of him.  

 

"I'm going to try and tell this story... our story... possibly your story... as succinctly as possible.  I know you're intelligent, so don't take this the wrong way, but I'd like to apologize that the family book is light on pictures.  Well... all they had back then was block printing or actual drawings so a book with many pictures is rare.  Again, not that I think you need it, it's just when telling a story quickly pictures act as a better guide than attempting to scan through all the text while the storyteller is rambling on.  You've seen what we can do.  Here is the where and why.

 

"Our grandfathers, like....great-grandfathers, but with eight or nine greats in front of them.  They came to this land as part of a settlement.  That settlement became what we know as the town of Strangwich today.  They we men of just life and the physical.  They weren't here for religious reasons.  They weren't part of the occult, although it seems magic would catch up to them.  They were just men who lived in the here and now, day to day life.  They believed in hard work, good food, good exercise, and a good education.  Strong spirit, in a strong body, controlled by a strong mind.  It's the reason why the settlement became Strangwich: strang meaning strong and wich meaning town.  

 

"Our grandfathers were the founders of that town.  The families Knight, Fletcher, Woode, Wells, and Rabbits.  They worked hard and had a good life.  They got along with nearly everyone who came to town.  There were some of course, who came and didn't quite fit in.  It wasn't usually a problem.  The folks realized the philosophy of this town didn't work for them and the packed up, with polite and kind assistance from our forefathers and went to other towns to live.  Many times our forefathers road with them and helped them build their new homes or stores and such.  

 

"But there was one man... ... ...  One man who came and all he brought was bad luck.  He made a house just on the outskirts of the settlement.  Not exactly in town, but none too far away either.  It was a simple house, open, with just one room, but it was poorly put together, very lean to with many a problem such as leaking roof and windows, gardens that were poorly organized and nearly overgrown.  He made his living making toys and house items out of wood, but they were poorly crafted falling apart or looking rather ugly.  He was just a human sloth.  He didn't really care to do anything: He rarely liked to work, he made flimsy temporary patches to problems in his house, he didn't even like to pick things from his garden nor cook - most of the time he spent eating and drinking at the alehouse. Most of the townsfolk wondered how he even managed to make the trek out here to the new world or to this settlement.  Needless to say, the townsfolk tried to give him, politely of course, the encouragement to move on and leave, but he wouldn't do it.  

 

"Then one day an answer came as to how this slovenly man managed to make the trek out here, build a house, a garden, and a business when it seemed like he could never lift a finger.   There was a friend, known by Fletcher and Rabbits, who was set to move here and join them.  This stranger had overheard the information of this man and then introduced himself to that friend.  He told the friend that he was travelling to Strangwich as well and could he ride with him for company sake.  Our forefather's friend agreed.  While on the road to the settlement that stranger killed Fletcher & Rabbits' friend, took his land deed papers, money, belongings and dumped his body.   It was hunting party that had discovered the body.  They knew it hadn't be the indigenous people who killed him as there wasn't any signs of their kind of attack.  They local magistrate knew it was some kind of robber or highwayman, but never found out who.That is until they sent out word to help identify the dead man.

 

"Fletcher & Rabbits upon reading the description of the man and the artifacts found on him, knew it was their friend.  They went to the magistrate to identify him, as well as to find out where he had listed his claim of land ... ... ... the very plot the slacking stranger lived on.  He had introduced himself as that friend to the workers who were building the house, had them finish it in too quickly of a fashion and took it over.  Needless to say his time in the settlement was soon over.  Our forefathers went straightway and arrested that stranger.  They cleaned everything of his out of the house and off the land, cleaned it, straightened it up and fixed it, pruned and planned the gardens, and then directly under the center of the house buried the remains of their friend, making the house his memorial and tombstone.

 

"As for the stranger... ... ... he didn't like being in jail, but things were going to get worse.  The brought him in front of the court on charges of murder, robbery, impersonation, debauchery, you name it they threw it at him. The judge said that there needed to be a severe and exemplary punishment for this man, and so he ordered that the man's surname be legally changed to fit what he did and his posture - Slump.  It was also ordered that if any relatives of his should make their way here to America, their surname would also be changed to 'Slump.'  And then it was ordered that Mr. Slump be hanged for the murder of our forefathers' friend.  While Mr. Slump awaited his day of execution, they say he prayed, or was it more like chanting.  The jailers said they felt cold, depressed while he was there, especially in the late hours of the night.  They simply felt that evil was among them.

 

"One the cold morning of Mr. Slump's death, they brought him to the gallows and asked for any last words.  They were, of course, hoping for an apology, an appeal to God for forgiveness, but that wasn't what came out.  Before he could be hanged Mr. Slump pronounced a curse upon our forefathers and their descendants.  He even placed it upon our forefather's friend and his descendants if he had any.  That curse was this: that they should grow weak and unable to do anything, and that even if the family could rise up from this weakness they would never be able to grow to their fullest potential and thus never achieve any sort of greatness. That our families could never return to their homes.  He also warned that his descendants would continue to plague our families.  That he had been give a chance, a reprieve from his legal curse and that was if he would take what begins laziness out of his name, he would be able to make sure he and his family could forever take whatever gifts, possessions we have.  And then he was hung, never to be heard of or seen again.

 

"Our forefathers didn't believe in the curse, but sure enough, it began to happen.  My grandfather was a man of great strength, receiving parcels and goods and delivering them around town, when not working as a stone mason.  Mason's grandfather was a man who worked in carpentry and tree care using his height to help put up rafter, pick fruit, or trim branches.  Zachary and Brook's grandfather's physical talents were a bit more secretive, but looking back through history, it matched.  Zach's grandfather worked in animal husbandry, helping folks take care of their live stock and had a wife who apparently loved him too much according to the good reverend.  Brook's grandfather was a doctor and his wife was a midwife, helping many of the ladies in the community with the birth of their children.  They also had an extremely large family of sixteen children.  Rabbits' grandfather worked as a courier, postmaster, and scout.

 

"But as I said, the curse came upon them.  They all fell ill and weak, hunched and broken, impotent and dry, crippled.  It also came that they couldn't get into their homes before the afflictions took hold.  The very night of the hanging of Mr. Slump, when they attempted to get into their homes, some force kept them from entering, or if they managed to somehow get in, it was recorded that sprites, poltergeists, demons, something taunted, tore, and troubled them until they had to move out.  Naturally they turned and prayed, but they didn't pray so much for themselves, as they did for their families and for the folks of the town.  They prayed for guidance, and then made a pact that if they themselves couldn't succeed, they would give their gifts to others somehow and make them succeed.  

 

"Soon the guidance would come.  One day my grandfather found he strength enough to walk again, but just barely.  He was able to enter into his house - which is this house, by the way - and he and his family could live in it again.  He was told that because of his and our forefather's generosity in the face of travesty, that we would be able to assist others - we just had to believe in the word.  They were also told that there would be someone to arrive one day, a member of the family, yet not, who would have the ability to unite us once again and break the curse."  

 

Mason spoke this time.  "And that's where we are now.  Our families of course drifted apart and away from the settlement and even the region, but they passed down the word of this history from generation to generation.  Of course over the years we all became doubtful and the history became stories the stories became fables and the fables became ramblings and old wives' tales.  

 

"But we discovered the stories to be true.  The five of us all moved here to study, because it was cheaper, because the college was low enough in the grand scheme of things we could get scholarships in our respective sports."  

 

Zachary took over.  "You see we still carry the curse and thus are unable to fulfill our greatest potential.  Bast is a football player, and a pretty good one too.  He has some skills and mindset for the game that unparalleled, but he lacks the real size needed for the game.  He lifts and lifts and lifts and lifts, and although built a really good size, can't break that barrier to build super or Olympic size. 

 

 "Mason also has some mad skills at basketball, but the area, the position he's really skilled at, where and what his body needs to do... is now dominated by men who are seven foot, seven one, seven two, three, four, five....Surprisingly at six-foot eight he just can't compete.  Me... I got into wrestling to keep my mind off my true goal.  I wanted to be a really buff porn star.  No kidding, I really did and still do.  On my mother's side of the family, men seem to be hung like horses... occasionally on dad's side too, but they all have problems with erections.  Me I have two problems one is I can get it up...but every once in a while I have a problem and it just won't wake up.  The second is I've got about five and half inches going on here.  Average, so I can't complain, but can't be a porn star with that."

 

"Meanwhile," said Brook. "I have a slightly larger, six and half inch cock, but I shoot air.   I'm fine when I went to the doctors for checkups.  Healthy sperm count, great swimmers, but once I get home it's like my tiny little balls don't produce what-so-ever.  And poor Connor over there... he's got these huge ass feet for his size.  One would think they'd be like springboards helping him to run, and he does run fairly well, but he's not been able to break that wall.  You know, that wall that runners, bicyclists, and other sports figures talk about.  One trains and performs for so long and then you hit, 'the wall.'  Rabbits hasn't been able to get over that break through point."

 

Connor just smiled sheepishly at Callum when Callum looked over at him.  

 

Bast started speaking again.  "So, we all arrived here, Mason and I meeting first and we really hit it off.  Beyond friendship. ... ... We're gay, by the way."  

 

"So are we." said Zach and Brook. "As well as Connor."  

 

"Not that you need to be gay." said Sebastian. "Our forefathers weren't, so it's cool if you aren't.    The fact of it is though, Mason and I met and we got along and got it off.  One day while love making Mas began to talk about my muscles and how sexy it was and he'd love to see me after a good workout, to which I responded, 'What you mean like after a good pump?'"  

 

"Well, that word sent shivers down my spine. Actually.  It actually sent shivers throughout my whole body.  But I responded to him and said, 'Yeah, like after a pump.'"  

 

"Which sent shivers down my spine.  We didn't think anything about it first, but then one day Mas and I were exchanging family stories, and he told me about his great great great great you get the picture grandfather and the man who was hung.  I couldn't believe it.  It was just like a story from my family.  So we wondered if anyone else around here could be related and we specifically started dropping the word 'pump' around people. Which is how we met and found Brook.  We asked him about family stories and he told us one that was nearly exact to ours.  

 

"That's when I brought those two here.  Apparently my grandfather passed it down in his will that in order for the house to be kept in the family, the first born son must take care of the building and the great book of the family and also if possible over time, since he was allowed back into his house, to buy up the six other properties surrounding it."

 

 "Which are the properties of our families and the grave of the friend."  

 

"Correct, Connor.  So the three of us started meeting here and over time that first year we discovered the secret panel and then the secret passage and thus these rooms, the great family book, and .... .... the catacombs."  

 

"Catacombs!"  said Callum startled.  

 

"Yes...our forefathers are all buried in third room beyond down here.  At any rate, when we discovered the book and read the story from their own hand, we couldn't believe it, but then Mason had an idea.  He said that our forefathers were told they could help others if they believed in the word.  What if that didn't mean the word as in holy writ, but a specific key word for each family.  He then reminded me of how tingly the three of us get from the word, 'pump.'"  

 

Brook then spoke.  "It took us a long while for Mason and I to figure out our words, but once we did we discovered that if we concentrated on someone really hard and focused and chanted our specific word, we could bestow a gift upon them, so to speak.  Bast increases the muscle size, density, and strength.  Mason causes them to grow taller, while I... ... ... haha... I cause their balls to increase in size and to produce more sperm."  

Zachary picked it from there.  "Those three then went around lightly speaking their... ... ... power words, for lack of a better term, until they came upon myself and Connor the next year.  We in turn figured out our words and that my word and concentration causes men's cocks to grow, while Connor's word and concentration causes men's feet to grow.  Soon we started helping lots of men on campus increase in size, strength, height, shoe size, cock length, or sperm count."  

 

"We can help women, too, but it doesn't seem to affect them as greatly as it does men, and frequently, when I start giving them extra muscle mass, it gives them extra breast size as well.  So we tend not to focus on the ladies as what good is it being a really well built athletic woman when you're breasts are so big you truthfully become too top heavy to stand.  But the really unfortunate thing...or maybe a good thing," said Sebastian. "Is that we still have the curse upon us.  We can't affect each other."  

 

"Not according to what I saw last night." said Callum.  

 

"aha..." laughed Sebastian.  "Yeah.... that...sorry about that.  Apparently the power of the words didn't know or realize that the descendants of our forefathers would turn out to be gay."  

 

"Or that we'd become attracted to each other." said Brook with a smile towards Zachary as Mason smiled towards Sebastian.  

 

"Usually if just say the word glibly, all it does is cause nothing, or creates a tingling sensation in someone who is a member of the family.  Which is why you're here and we're telling you our story now.  Connor had been following you since seeing you that first night at the Dubbdub Club, because he tried to focus in on you and saw nothing was happening to your feet."  

 

"And what?" said Callum. "You believe me to be... ... ... the descendant of your forefathers' friend?  Why don't you just look up my surname in the book?"  

 

"That's just it.  Unlike our forefathers' surnames, their friend's surname isn't listed.  My forefather had made friends with the local natives.  Treated them with respect, tried to stay off their land, give them privacy, and when the European settlers took over, tried to keep them safe and then give them an education in academics and customs and etiquette so they could blend in better if they wanted to come into town.  One of them became a very good friend and when it came time to write this all down, the friend did so on behalf of my ailing grandfather.  Unfortunately the custom of most of the Native Americans is to never utter the name of someone who is dead.  Thus when it came time to write the story, if my forefather stated who it was, it was never written down."  

 

"So the only way you can tell is if I remain unaffected other than goose pimples when you say the word."  

 

"Yes... ... ... or if you get highly aroused if we chant the words while having sex...now that you know about us.  But we won't test that theory out.  You could be straight and we wouldn't want to impose."  

 

"I think regardless of orientation, I have the mental fortitude to withstand it.  However, don't worry about acceptance from me, I'm gay as well."  

 

Sebastian smiled a wry smile.  "Connor thought you might be.  He thought you lingered a little too long on his foot last night."  

 

Callum blushed suddenly.  

 

"But let us see if you do have that tingle... I'm pretty sure I saw it out there on the pathways."  

 

"No...that was just me out of brea..."  

 

"pump."  

 

A shiver ran up Callum's spine.  

 

"trump."  

 

and yet again.  

 

"hump."  

"plump."  

"thump."  

 

Another round or two of the words and Callum couldn't hold his stance anymore.  His eyes fluttered and a jolt ran up his spine he had to shake off.  

 

"Uuuuah!"  

 

"Connor was right.  You have to be family.  You're one of us.  Probably descendant from that friend, but let us make sure.  Say one of our words."  

 

Callum's mind was swirling with all this so he chose the obvious name to face answer.  "pump."

 

Sebastian stood there stoically and just twitched his nose.  "Only a nose tingle... obviously not your word."  

 

"What... the use of the other's word only has power for the other when you have sex?"  

 

"Pretty much.  If you were somehow actually related to my family, you would have sent just as strong of a shiver down my spine with my family's word as I sent you.  Try another."  

 

"thump....hump.....trump.....plump...."  

 

Soon the other four gentlemen all looked like rabbits twitching their noses.  

 

But soon that was broken by Mason who came up behind Sebastian and began wrapping his arms under Sebastian's arms, while his hands were caressing Sebastian's obliques, abs, and pecs.  

"Bast...honey....telling the stories and history, discovering a lost member of the family, chanting the words over and over again, is getting me horny."  

 

"Hmmmmmm not now, Mas.  We have a guest."  

 

"But Zach's given in too...he's all over Brook right now."  

 

Bast glanced over at Zach and Brook, then looked at Callum.  "Sorry, guys...love n lust calls.  You and Connor can head upstairs.  There's food in the kitchen, television with cable and satellite, games, and enough guest bedrooms for everyone."  

 

Callum went to nod a thank you and begin the climb up the stairs, but Connor came up from behind and began to hug and caress Callum much in the same way Mason had caressed Bast.  

 

"You sure you wouldn't like to stay and maybe... start something with me?  I'm sorry I've been kind of stalking you, but I not only wondered if you were one of us, but found you sexy as hell, too."  

 

Connor's hands began rubbing up and down the front of  Callum's torso.  His mouth began to deeply kiss Callum's neck.  And then... then he slipped his foot out of his shoe and began to caress Callum's foot in its sneaker and then run it up the inside of Callum's pants leg, stroking Callum's shin.  

 

Seeing what Connor was doing, Bast started the chanting: "PUMP!"  

 

"TRUMP!" "HUMP!" "PLUMP!" "THUMP!"  

 

"PUMP!" "TRUMP!" "HUMP!" "PLUMP!" "THUMP!"  

 

Over and over they chanted and Callum tried to resist, but the feeling of power was coursing through his body stronger and stronger as they kept chanting.  Soon, his cock began to become erect against his will and it only added to the power and feeling building up deep inside him.  He tried to think it away, but he kept picturing that foot!  That foot of Connor's that was rubbing his shin and foot.  Picturing Connor's face, how cute and handsome he thought he was.  Soon, very uncomfortably, Callum was tenting his jeans something fierce.    

 

"My gawd!" thought Callum, "I've become harder than a steel rod!"  

 

Giving in to the lust that was overcoming him, Callum turned and began to caress the body of Connor while kissing Connor's lips passionately.  He too began chanting, alternating with everyone else's words in each round.  Soon, all six men were nude and reclining on the cushioned stone benches writhing in pleasure, shaking in ecstasy.  Each wishing the power would do something more than just make them shake, but fill them up, make the grow into towering, hung, virile, muscle gods fucking the shit out of each other!  They bucked.  They fucked.  They wept.  They gnashed their teeth.  They clawed at each other and the cushions and blankets.  Eventually everyone was on the floor on top of a pile of goose feathers, torn pillows, cushions, and shredded blankets.  Food was being fed and eaten. Wine was being drunk.  The chanting was still going while the men performed gropes, pulls, caresses, and strokes, on one another.  

 

"PUMP!" "TRUMP!" "HUMP!" "PLUMP!" "THUMP!" "PUMP!"  

 

The chanting gave way to guttural cries and deep moans until finally one by one, in succession, each man exploded with a sensation of blowing a thousand ropes of cum.  They all passed out and fell asleep.  

 

On campus, in the bursar's office, the President of the university was busily working with another staff member and talking to a young man.  

 

"We're so sorry your flight was plagued with such delays, but we can easily get you checked in so you have a dorm room, etc. to stay in tonight and Sunday before you attend  classes in person.  Especially such an already accomplished and successful young man as yourself who made such as wonder donation to our fine institution.  Now... there... I believe Ms. Jones has everything in the system.  Here is your i.d. card, your dorm & cafeteria pass, student handbook, and class schedule.  Your dorm is located straight out the admin building door, across the quad, past the library, and right behind it.  Welcome to the university, Mr. Marasme." ... ... ...