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Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 21, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 21, 2016 Seven “John Emmett ‘Jay’ Cooper III, CooperLaakso Sciences, Keynote Speaker” I was sitting at the island in his sun-filled kitchen while Jay poured two cups of coffee, reading from the conference lanyard sitting on the counter. We’d showered together in the massive glass walk-in adjacent to his bedroom – “Enough space for four regular guys,” he’d joked – and he had led me in here to fix me something caffeinated. “Oh, yeah…” Jay said, seeing me handling the lanyard. “Yesterday was kind of hectic.” “What was your speech about?” I asked. “The responsibility of pharma companies to aggressively pursue research while balancing drug affordability and access. Fun stuff, but it’s my forte.” “How’d you get into it? I mean…I assume this is the family business, right?” “Yeah. Dad wanted me to go to med school – get into research. Like he did. Like my grandfather did.” He set down my mug and joined me at the bar. “I was a little too rebellious. Or at least as rebellious as a rich kid in Connecticut can be.” I picked up the coffee and blew on it to cool it, while noticing my newly-thicker biceps bunching up as I did so. “So they sent me to a military boarding school,” Jay continued. “My family isn’t exactly warm and cuddly or interested in dealing with its problems up close and personal.” “Did you hate it? Getting sent to military school always sounds like awful punishment.” “Actually, I loved it. I really took to the structure. It was so different from lording about my parent’s estate and being a spoiled brat. I liked it so much, I went to West Point and graduated as a commissioned officer.” “And then you came back to work in the business?” “After the Army, I got my MBA. Then I came back and slowly took over,” he replied. “Seems like you’ve done well with it.” I’d finished off my coffee and had started to feel like myself again. “I’m not a doc. I look at things from a business perspective. That means being more efficient, getting more aggressive – I merged us with the Finns, pushed us into new research areas – stuff like that.” “My folks wanted me to become a doctor, too,” I said. “But you rebelled by studying architecture. Not exactly engaging in hooliganism,” Jay chuckled. “How’d you know? Oh, never mind. You know everything already,” I said as I realized this guy had thick files on my whole history. “Yeah, architecture was my big rebellion. Although laboring in the shadows of the firm’s principals isn’t very exciting.” I’d been at my firm for four years, hoping to build enough experience to break out on my own. “I’ve seen your work. It’s excellent.” Jay reached over and traced his fingers along the small of my back. “And something to be proud of.” “Where have you seen my work? I haven’t done anything on my own since projects in college.” Jay’s fingers continued exploring my back, around my shoulder blades, tracing around my traps. “That’s not necessarily true,” he responded. “I believe you’ve been putting some time in on a new pavilion for the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.” “How do you even know about that? I haven’t even told my friends about that yet. I’m still working on the preliminary drafts…” I trailed off as I pieced together the details. “You’re the client, aren’t you?” “A good friend of mine and I decided the garden could use sprucing up. So we worked with Parks & Recreation, put together a little fundraiser, and I volunteered my time to coordinate.” “My boss came to my desk one morning and basically handed me the project. She said it was a good opportunity to prove myself,” I recalled. “I’ve been waiting for something like this for years. I just don’t understand how it happened.” “That was the easy part,” Jay laughed, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I told your boss that a key donor was a Pratt graduate who spent his weekends enjoying the garden, and that he would love to have an architect from the school working on the project.” “Huh…” I was, once again, speechless. “Yeah, it was great. I told her that I had noticed a junior architect with her firm was a Pratt grad, and asked if it would be possible to get him involved. As you might imagine, she was eager to make that happen.” Jay’s hand continued to explore me, more aggressively, more sexually. He rubbed my pecs, tweaking my nipples. It’s almost like exerting his power over me got him hard. “It was all bullshit, of course,” he continued. “The key donor was me. But she didn’t need to know that. And it got you on the project, which is all that mattered to me. Anyway, you can thank me for the week off.” “What do you mean?” “You never even asked how I knew you were on vacation this week. This is not an accident.” “Well, I’m not really on vacation,” I smiled. “It’s technically a research sabbatical, so I can visit all of the gardens around the city. It just feels like a vacation.” “A sabbatical that came about from my recommendation, I’ll note. I understand if you feel the need to do that very, very important research,” Jay said sarcastically. “Or, if you’d prefer, I can have a car drive you around to a few parks and you can spend the rest of the week packing on size and getting fucked cross-eyed.” Jay stood up and pulled me up off my stool, wrapping his thick arms around me, pulling my head into the canyon between his pecs. “Think of this week as a test run,” he said, his voice reverberating into my head as he held me tight. “I feel like you’re taking over my life,” I mumbled into his pec. “Is that such a bad thing?” he asked. I could feel his big cock stiffening against my abs. “You have so much power over me already. And you want to take even more. It’s a lot to give up.” I was so drawn to him and yet terrified. Jay rested his chin on my forehead. “Think about it, Meat. How are you going to fit into a suit and sit in a shitty cubicle when you’ve got 30-inch biceps? When you have to eat a dozen times a day? Do you think the owners at your firm are going to be comfortable with a roided-up bodybuilder as a junior partner?” “I hadn’t really thought about it,” I responded. The idea of me actually growing that huge sent a shiver through me. “It’s my job to think about these things for you. It’s your job to grow. Just grow, and I will give you an incredible life.” Jay squeezed me tighter, his hard pecs pressing against my cheek. “I’m so intimidated by…” I sighed. “…all of this. The apartment. The money. All your power over me. Everything.” “Just grow for me. That’s all I ask of you.” “Why me?” I was searching for some catch. Some loophole in the deal. “What we’re doing here? Together?” Jay responded. “This is the one thing I’ve dreamt about all my life. I’ve been obsessed about growing my own muscle freak since I was a kid.” “And I’ve obsessed about being that freak,” I responded. “That’s ‘why you.’” He squeezed my ass and pressed his thick cock against me one last time. “It’s time to train, Meat.” 7 34 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigCubNY Posted June 21, 2016 Share Posted June 21, 2016 omg this is too amazing for words! the descriptions of how massive 'Meat' is gonna get.. and the downright sweet and sexy relationship that's building... god I'd love to be in 'Meat's' place 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
convolution Posted June 21, 2016 Share Posted June 21, 2016 Oh my ... That hits the spot ☺ I feel an obsession coming on. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NYBear Posted June 21, 2016 Share Posted June 21, 2016 This is one of the hottest and most arousing stories I've read in a while. PLEASE keep it up and make us beg for more. Love it!! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted June 21, 2016 Share Posted June 21, 2016 Let me just say...this story is amazing. Probably one of the best things on here in a while!! Keep going!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bel0w6rade Posted June 21, 2016 Share Posted June 21, 2016 I'm liking this Netflix-esque delivery. Love that it's for a story I'm enjoying so much. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 22, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 22, 2016 Eight I had imagined that Jay would lead me into some yet-unseen wing of his condo that housed a massive weight room in the sky. I was instead surprised – but somewhat relieved – when he tossed me a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt, telling me we were walking a few blocks to his neighborhood gym. On the ride down the elevator, he pushed the sleeve of my shirt up, licked the skin on my delt, and slapped on another one of those little squares. This one was green. Like the previous pink square, within seconds it had dried up and disappeared. "Green means go," he said, pulling my sleeve back into place and winking. "Green means...go?" I asked. “You’ll know what I mean in a couple minutes.” We were out on the sidewalk, crossing the avenue, jaywalking across a quiet tree-lined street, rounding the corner. It hit me. My veins suddenly felt like they were trying to squirm out of my skin. I looked down at my forearms in astonishment to see them more vascular than I’d ever been, even after my most intense arm workouts. My heart was beating fast, sweat was forming on my brow, and I was breathing deeply. And we were just walking. Jay took one look at me and laughed, knowingly. “Green means go, Meat.” “So it’s like a pre-workout?” I asked. I was a little jittery, a little sped-up. He nodded. “It’s THE pre-workout. It’s going to give you the focus, energy, and pump you need to live through this workout.” I laughed but stopped when I saw the serious expression on Jay’s face. “Okay,” he grunted. “You don’t know what’s about to happen. But rest assured that you’re going to need every iota of energy in your body.” Jay was adopting a sterner tone with me, like a little bit of his Army Voice was leaking out. “This patch also kills your erection. Otherwise, with the growth serum you’re on, you’d be ripping a hole in your shorts three sets in.” “Are you going to do one, too?” I asked. I was starting to wonder whether Jay would be lifting alongside me or focus on coaching me. I felt high, and being high isn’t as much fun when you’re flying solo. “I don’t need it. I’m stronger than you. At least, for now,” Jay replied. “You’re the focus of attention here, Meat. This is all about you.” “Will this be fun for you? It seems like a lot of wor…” Jay cut me off, grabbing me, pulling me tight, and shoving his tongue down my throat. Almost everyone stepped right around us as we made out in the middle of the sidewalk, with just one woman protesting with, “Ughhhh, get a room!” New York. Jay loosened his grip on me, separating us enough so he could look into my eyes. “Stop thinking, Meat. You aren’t here to think. You’re here to grow. And, yes, this will be fun for me. There’s nothing I would rather be doing that turning you into a monster.” He slapped me on the ass. “Now, time to work.” He turned right and walked down a few concrete steps, pulling open an unmarked steel door to a basement. I followed him in and was surprised to see a stylish reception area and fully-stocked juice bar. A fit young woman was running the front desk and bounced out of her seat when she saw Jay. “Hey babe!” she said as she leaned over the desk to kiss him on the cheek. “Hi Samantha. This is Billy. He’s going to train with me today,” he replied, tossing me a towel from a perfectly folded stack on the desk. “Nice to meet you, Billy!” Everything about her was perky. She gave me a big smile and turned back to Jay “So, Mark is in the weight room…” In a millisecond, something flashed between the two of them. I was fumbling with my towel but noticed just the slightest change in Jay’s cool-and-in-control demeanor. Who exactly was this Mark? “Ah. Great!” Jay said with the tiniest trace of insincerity. “I’ll say hi to him.” He looked back at me with a crooked smile. “Let’s do this, Billy.” “What was that about?” I asked as we headed towards the locker room. “What was *what* about?” he replied, fishing two water bottles out of his gym bag. He handed me one. I noticed it bore his company’s logo on the label. “Samantha and you exchanging looks like that. Who’s Mark?” Jay chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, Meat.” “I…” I started. “Don’t. Don’t. We’re here to train you. Your pre-workout’s going to peak in a few minutes so we need to get a move on.” He pulled off his polo shirt to reveal a tight tank top underneath, and shoved his shirt and gym bag into a locker, sliding on a padlock. “I’ll explain later. Right now, you focus on growth. Remember…” he growled. “You’ve got another fifteen pounds of mass to put on today.” 7 26 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanugumo Posted June 22, 2016 Share Posted June 22, 2016 Mark is his ex and the person that he grew before Billy isn't it? ^^;; Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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