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*Trigger Warning - This chapter has references to depression and teen suicide*
Chapter 2 - A Promise Made
Farm towns are unique places in 21st century America. Even though houses can be miles apart, everyone seems to know everyone else. Friendships that would almost never happen in closer, faster places can become lifelong bonds there. So it was with Dylen and Rian.
The two young men had known each other since early childhood. In fact, neither of them honestly remembered how they became playmates; it was as if the other were always there. Before kindergarten, they spent many days playing typical childhood games around the May and Mason farms. By the time they reached school age though, their parents were surprised that the friendship continued. Rian was a grade ahead of Dylen. Dylen's inward nature and Rian's outgoing spirit were already clearly developing. Despite this, they were the definition of best friends. There was just something unquantifiable about them that seemed to click.
But, the teen years often have a way of changing close friendships. Rian moved to middle school first and gained his interest in athletics. Often Dylen would feel left out as Rian went to practices and games, places Dylen could not go. At the same time, Dylen's parents began to involve him in the massive array of LDS youth activities, like scouting and mutual.
With less and less time together, Rian and Dylan's friendship became more of a distant friendly acquaintance. They got along well when they were together, but those times were few and far between.
The two had drifted apart completely by the time Rian reached high school. His circle of friends exploded as he grew into the star athlete and the head-turning physical specimen he was destined to become. But, against every odd of teenage cliquedom, when Dylen reached high school, their friendship rekindled. At first, they seemed so different that no one thought it would work. Dylen wasn't athletic and his group of friends was much smaller than Rian's. But, while they were not as close as they had been in childhood, they did talk and hang out from time to time.
As Dylen blossomed into his own in high school, the friendship became one of mutual respect and admiration. For as long as he had known Rian, Dylen had looked up to him. When they were little Rian was like a brother, someone the lonely Dylen desperately wanted. And after they were grown, Rian, the super popular athlete, treated him as an equal. Even more surprising to Dylen, he completely trusted Rian. It was not something he'd typically do, especially as he grew into young adulthood. But, there was just something about Rian that made Dylen feel comfortable, more comfortable than being around anyone else he knew.
That Dylen would admire Rian wasn't exactly surprising -- everyone either admired or envied Rian. But what would have shocked most people, including Dylen himself, was how much Rian admired him. Rian grew to see Dylen as the model of a good man. He admired the way Dylen inspired others to be their best. In Rian’s eyes, Dylen had done as many things as he had to be proud of. He'd earned an eagle scout at 14 and was a great musician. He was good looking and a virtual genius. But, all the while, he was still humble. Rian knew a lot of girls who were attracted to Dylen's thin, tailored body and his cute, boyish features. He could have taken advantage of dozens of opportunities those girls offered for sex and greater popularity, but he never did. That was something Rian could not claim for himself.
Being an athlete, Rian was expected to bed his share of girls. He did it not out of love or even a desire for sexual satisfaction, but simply out of locker room peer pressure. The rumor mill greatly exaggerated the number of Rian's "conquests." He'd had sex with only three girls, but there was no feeling, no love -- just empty contact. That he couldn't resist temptation and save himself for someone he loved was secretly an embarrassment to Rian.
Before that night in the middle of that lonely road, Rian hadn't seen Dylen since he'd moved to college. A year is a long time, and people can change sometimes. But standing there in the barely illuminated blackness of the road, the being Rian saw in front of him was not the Dylen he knew. This Dylen looked more like a stereotypical grunge fan dropout. His hair looked uncombed and about three times longer than it used to be. His clothes were clean, but hap-hazard and wrinkled, a huge difference from the well-maintained, spit and polish man Rian remembered. The calm that once seemed to flow from his younger friend like a cool mountain stream was gone. Dylen's eyes were almost dark, bereft of their life loving light. They were red and puffy, surrounded by tear streaked cheeks. It was obvious that Dylen had been crying and crying hard. And crying over an accident wasn't the old Dylen -- not by a long shot. 'Something horrible is going on,' Rian surmised. What could have changed the person he knew this much?
At first, Dylen stared at Rian blankly. Rian gripped Dylen's shoulders and shook him gently. Dylen just continued staring. "Dylen, are . . . you . . . OK?" Rian repeated slowly, with evident concern.
With those words, Dylen's unfocused eyes started clearing. It finally registered to his still foggy mind who had found him. He took a reflexive deep breath of relief. "Rian?" he said.
Of all the people in the world to see at this moment, Dylen's heart knew that Rian was the best. It had taken a moment to recognize him - and not just because of the depressed anger that had clouded his mind. Rian had shed the last of his teen looks. Dylen was honestly overtaken by the vision of the fully grown, handsome man who he called friend. He had always felt something around Rian, but in this moment, there was even more. It felt like a connection -- an urge, a magnetic pull - drawing him toward Rian. It was an unearthly, breathtaking feeling. But, as quickly as it arose, the feeling vanished.
Perhaps because of that good feeling, the pit of despair Dylen had fallen into was fading. Even though Rian hadn't asked it, Dylen's cracking voice answered the question he'd expected to hear. "Wasn't paying attention, I guess."
"What?" Rian asked. Dylen's words sounded disjointed. Moving from the road, the blank stare, disjoint comments. 'He may have a concussion,' Rian thought. Rian had taken basic first aid in high school, and the training kicked in. "Come on. You need to sit down."
Rian wrapped his hard, powerfully built arm around Dylen's shoulder and helped him toward his convertible. Even though Dylen was moving under his own under power, Rian couldn't help but feel like he was holding his friend up. Rian almost lifted Dylen off his feet as he guided him gently into the driver's seat. Once Dylen was seated and stationary, Rian gave him a quick once over, making sure there were no obvious injuries.
Dylen looked at the kneeling man and again felt that strange urge. It was now something like an electric buzz, as Rian gently touched him, checking for injury. That feeling seemed to go straight to his soul. 'Rian could handle anything, unlike me,' Dylen thought. 'He's so calm.' Dylen had always secretly felt inferior to muscular guys. It was so different with Rian. But, as quickly as it came before, the feeling retreated again.
As Rian continued his check, Dylen started to explain his answer. "I ran up on a dog. I swerved to miss it and wound up there. I should have been paying more attention to what the fuck I was doing," Dylen said. Rian caught an almost bitter tone to Dylen's recovering voice but let the comment go. He knew that he'd be mad too if he'd been in a careless accident. Still, it was not like Dylen to curse, even when he was mad.
Rian focused again on his friend's face. Dylen seemed to be getting better by the second, but the blankness -- the dimness in his eyes -- was still there. It was just out of place. Still, Rian decided that it would be OK to leave him for a second while he checked out the wrecked car. "You're gonna be OK, Dylen. I think you're just shaken up a little bit. I'm gonna see if there's anything I can do about your car. You'll be alright until then. OK?"
Dylen nodded understanding, and watched as Rian stood up. He turned around and walked toward the floundered car. After circling several times, Rian arrived at the same conclusion Dylen had earlier-- he couldn't see any real damage. He knelt on the ground to see how and where the car was stuck. Unlike the disaster Dylen saw when he viewed the scene, Rian noticed that the car didn't appear to be deeply imbedded in the rise. It was balanced just on top of the collected soil. Rian added up everything and decided he could push the car back onto the road easily. It wouldn't be any more difficult than moving a car sliding in mud, perhaps easier. If Dylen wasn't able to follow him to the Mason farm - and there was no way, Rian was going to let him go it alone -- at least he could move the car to an access road nearby and leave it until morning.
Rian returned to his own car. He noticed Dylen was still intently watching him, but he looked much better after the few minutes calm. Rian didn't want to ask what he was going to, just when Dylen seemed to be back together. But he needed the help. Rian leaned in and propped himself against the car using the windshield and the side of the car for support.
Now overshadowed by Rian's bulk, Dylen felt almost totally enveloped - and strangely safe. "Feeling better?" Rian asked.
'Yeah. I can think again at least," Dylen replied, a little distracted.
"Do you think you can help me get your car out of the ditch? Feel up to it?" Rian asked.
"Huh?" Dylen asked incredulously. "You think we can move it?" Dylen had expected that it would take a tow truck to pull his car out.
"Shouldn't be a problem," Rian said matter-of -factly. "It's not as stuck as it looks. We just need to move the car a foot or two forward, and then it will be on solid ground. I can push, if you will steer it back on the road."
Dylen paused. He'd always known Rian as strong as hell -- seeing the Adonis standing in front of him only solidified that -- but he thought Rian was crazy for trying to do this alone. But, then he glanced up at those outstretched triceps hanging like flesh horseshoes. Maybe Rian really could do it. Dylen decided to take the chance. "OK," he said.
Rian stood upright again, allowing Dylen to also stand. Once they reached Dylen's car, Rian opened the much more easily accessed passenger door. He explained to Dylen what he wanted him to do. Dylen slid in the passenger seat and moved the gear shift to neutral.
Meanwhile, Rian moved around to the back of the car. He stepped over the rise and down into the ditch. He needed to find good footing, and in this light, that wasn't going to be easy. After looking around for a moment, he found a spot of solid earth several inches below where the water line would have been. He'd have no choice but to approach the car at an odd angle, so this would be harder than he first thought.
Rian willed his mind to enter "the zone," a state he knew so well through sports and lifting that he could access it almost on command. He focused his concentration, causing everything to fall away except his opponent. Ritualistically, Ryan cracked his neck, squared his shoulders, and settled into a wrestler-like position, ready to free the car.
"You ready?" Rian asked.
"Go ahead." Dylen yelled back.
Rian took a deep breath and placed his hands on the rear bumper. His muscles tightened and expanded as he applied force to the car. At first, there was no movement at all. The car was going to put up a fight. After a few moments of stalemate, Rian relaxed but only for a second, allowing momentum to do some work. He re-gathered his forces, and again, pushed hard against the car. This time, there was a sound, a grinding of metal on earth. Rian and Dylen felt the car slide forward ever so slightly. It's perfectly perched angle changed, and Dylen felt the rear end tilt. He was shocked. He couldn't believe that Rian was really doing it.
Rian was invigorated. He'd felt his opponent break, and he dumped more power in to the push. There was a further movement and Rian took a step forward. Finally, he growled with exertion and pushed even harder. He took another step, then another, then another. The odd angle he was forced to start at was righting, allowing him to more easily free the vehicle. There was slow, steady movement now, but Rian kept pushing. A final bump- bounce signaled that the tires had rolled off the rise. The car was now free of its earthen trap.
Once it was fully on the road again, Rian stopped pushing. He took a satisfied deep breath, and slowly let it out. It had not been the hardest thing he'd ever done to be sure. Still it wasn't easy, and he was a little winded at the effort. Dylen open his door and almost ran the six feet to the car's rear to thank Rian. Dylen skidded to a halt as he turned the corner. While he had been impressed before, the sight of Rian now really was breathtaking. Rian's skin was slightly reddened from the sudden exertion. Every muscle group Dylen could see clearly, from Rian's forearms to his calves, was now enlarged from the slight pump. Rian barely registered the difference, but to Dylen's inexperienced eyes, he was monstrous. Dylen tried to take in the first bodybuilder "pump" he'd ever seen in the flesh, but all his overloaded mind could manage at the sight was one slowly whispered word:
As he said it, Dylen wondered what Rian would look like after a long workout, throwing around tons of clanking plates, drenched in sweat. That electric feeling zapped through him again.
An almost imperceptible smile graced Rian's mouth and eyes as he heard Dylen speak. Strongman feats just weren't his style. Still, it was nice to be appreciated by someone like Dylen. "Ah. I promise it was a lot harder than I thought it would be," Rian said. Dylen turned a little red himself, embarrassed that Rian had heard him. Rian continued to smile and stood to full height again. He raised his arms above his head, stretching his arms and delts. "Come on. Let's see if we can get it started, huh," Rian said.
Dylen was preoccupied with what he'd just witnessed as he rounded the car and opened the driver's door. Rian was almost ready to make the walk himself when he noticed a trail of liquid slowly spreading. He knelt down and touched it. It slid between his fingers almost like water, but the smell gave it away. Gasoline. Something in the rise must have torn the fuel line, or worse, punctured the gas tank. 'It's a miracle Dylen's still alive,' Rian thought. In any case, this car was going nowhere under power until he knew where the fuel was coming from.
"Hey Dylen," Rian said as he moved around to the driver's door. Dylen turned and looked out the lowered window. On Rian's outstretched fingers, he saw a liquid shine and caught a whiff of fuel. His mind leapt to the correct conclusion. Dylen's newfound calm shredded and for a moment tears welled up in his eyes.
"Jesus fucking Christ, can anything else go goddamned wrong? Is there any other way I can possibly fuck up any worse!" Dylen yelled. Rian almost took a step back at the ferocity, the unbridled self-hatred, he heard in that voice. He knew his gut reaction had been right. Something horrible was happening because he'd heard the sound of those words before. They triggered something -- something Rian had tried very hard to forget but couldn't. It involuntarily played in his memory, resurrected by that cry. A flower covered room . . . an open burnished steel box . . . A too-pale, reconstructed face. . . the loud but soundless close of a lid. He saw it all vividly. Everything made sense now. The question was why?
"Hey. It's OK." Rian said, trying to calm Dylen down. Dylen looked up to face Rian, with the fire of demonic anger filling his eyes. Rian started stumbling. That look was frightening. He tried to stem the tide of what he feared was soon to come. "I must have pulled a line loose or something getting the car back on the road. It's nothing that can't be easily fixed. We'll just move the car off the road. Your dad can get it home tomorrow. I'll drop you off at your house. After something like this, you're just lucky to be alive."
Dylen closed up again. The anger, much to Rian's relief seemed to fade. "I'm sorry. I'm just upset, I guess," Dylen lied. The violent shadow in him was upset that he hadn't blown up. He'd be no more trouble to anyone that way. For the second time that night, Dylen wondered if he was more trouble than he was worth.
Rian opened the passenger side door to his convertible and again led Dylen to it. After securing the door, Rian returned to Dylen's car and easily guided it about 100 yards back to a field access road. He found a scrap of paper that had once been in one of Dylen's textbooks, wrote a note with a pen he found, and put it under a windshield wiper.
Rian returned to his own car and gave Dylen his keys back. "I'll have you home in 10 minutes." Rian cranked his engine and Stone Temple Pilots "Creep" blared from the speakers. Quickly fumbling with the CD player, Rian turned down the volume, only to hear that Dylen had started to hum along. "You like STP?" Rian asked.
"They're one of my favorite bands." was Dylen subdued reply. Rian increased the volume and Dylen resumed humming. He didn't realize it, but it had been a long time.
Rian sat down and opened his laptop. He clicked open his journal, entered the password, and began typing. He first entered some details of his workout that morning and then typed on:
May 7, 2004 -
I was feeling great about the day, until late this evening. I was a few miles from home when I ran into Dylen Mason. He'd had an accident on the road coming to our parents' houses. Something about trying to miss a dog, he said. I helped him with his car and got him home, but something's really wrong with him.
Every word out of his mouth was as if it came from a perfect stranger, instead of the person I grew up around. Sure, people can change, and granted I haven't really talked with him or even seen him in a year. But, a man like Dylen, a man I have always thought so much of -- Hell. Why is it so hard to be honest here, I admire Dylen Mason and what life has in store for him. -- change so radically from the character I always saw in him.
It was really scary, like the way Brock sounded just before that day. Standing there with Dylen, I saw it all happening again. I know they believe it was drugs with Brock, but I know better. I know exactly why he did it, and I don't think I can ever forgive myself for my part in it. I pushed him, pushed him so hard . . . But whatever it was that drove Brock to do it, I'll never believe that its drugs with Dylen. How can somebody with as much going for him as Dylen has be so depressed? Of course, all the guys on the floor thought the same thing about Brock. Only I knew the truth.
When Dylen screamed over the gas, I honestly believe he would have done it then, if he'd been alone or had a gun. I promised myself - I promised him standing there that last time -- never again. I will not let it happen to Dylen. I've already let one friend blow his brains out without even saying a word. I was too involved in myself before to see it, but not now. It won't happen again. Not to Dylen. He's got too much to live for.
Before I left the Mason's, I asked Dylen's dad if I could come over to see him tomorrow morning and he agreed. I need to make arrangements to pay for that gas leak, whatever it is, whether I did it or not. At least, it will give me a chance to see what I can do for Dylen. One thing's for certain. The Dylen I knew is gone. I've got to help him get back."
Rian closed the screen as a tear ran down his cheek. The worst week in his young life replayed as he sat there. He saw it all again . . . The blood soaked mattress . . . Police . . . Funeral . . . Carrying Brock's casket to the graveside. . . The hollow sound of dirt hitting a concrete vault . . . A cold granite stone.
The lights snapped out as Dylen's mom left the room and closed the door. Dylen lay in his bed. It took a half hour of poking, prodding, and questioning from his parents before they were satisfied that he was indeed OK. But, there was something wrong with him. It occurred to him as he sat listening to that song in Rian's car. He couldn't shake the voice in his head that he'd been listening to when the wreck had happened. If he ever called it a voice, they'd lock him up as schizophrenic; besides it wasn't really a voice. It was more of a drive, something pulling him along into what? He really didn't know until tonight. Suicide. Listening to that song and realizing that he'd honestly been considering it, scared Dylen. But, the shadow was always there. 'It's here right now,' Dylen thought.
It had taken tonight's events with Rian for Dylen to come to the realization that he was no longer the person he had been a year ago. The voice had changed him, turned him. But, he was changed. He was different fundamentally from what his parents, and everyone else, thought he was. He was half the man he used to be, just like in the song. Is this what it really means to be this way? If he gave in to his feelings, was it a sentence of continual loneliness or was it that electric thrill he felt with Rian tonight? There was no one to turn to, no one to help him. He couldn't figure out what to do. What if all this happens again, only this time Rian isn't there?
Dylen needed a release badly. Something to help him feel good, even for a few moments. The images of Rian came back to his mind. Rian had been so nice, so understanding when he didn't have to be. He could have just called his father to come and help him, but Rian had stayed with him and helped every step of the way. He'd taken charge when Dylen could barely think for himself. Then the picture of Rian first coming into the light popped into his mind, that first moment of recognition. God, he was huge. So beautiful. Flawless. There was nothing that such beauty could not do. Then, Dylen's mind raced over images he saw the rest of the evening -- after pushing the car, the ride home, helping him inside to his parents. Dylen had become entranced as he watched every flexion of Rian's body. If there really was an ultimate man, he'd just seen him. So strong, so perfect. Dylen reached inside his boxers for his hardening dick.
Dylen saw the triceps flexed above his head again. Then he saw Rian step back and take off his shirt. Rian started flexing his muscles, flexing his muscles just for him. There was a glow of sweat and a nodded invitation. He could almost smell the pungent salty musk coating his vision in a surreal shine. Dylen reached out to touch the warm . . .
Wet . . .
Hard . . . flesh.
Another instantly eternal moment had begun.
Tarde más en escribir este capitulo pues no tenia tanta inspiración, aunque tengo muchas mas ideas que quiero escribir después de esta historia, disfruten
Cuerpo de demonio cap 3 lujuria y envidia
Semana 2, ya las cosas se han complicado demasiado. Los días fueron cambios más notables y… el domingo ocurrió algo que no pensé que ocurriría no así…
Ya cuando fuimos el domingo a primera hora por la segunda inyección, volvieron a tomar medidas de todos nosotros, y 2 si habían tenido un gran cambio, uno muy inesperado, Erick y Jack era los que estaban reaccionando mucho mejor al suero.
Erick no mencionó su… milagro, pero se le notaba en los ojos, el ego iba creciendo como si ya se sintiera cada vez más completo. Sus medidas cambiaron, pesa ahora 122 kilos dirías que no es mucho pero ¡bajó su porcentaje de grasa a 16%! Se veía increíble y eso que lo vi el jueves, más definido no solo en su abdomen ya más plano aunque aún sin abdominales, su piel estaba más apretada a sus músculos y adelgazando para definir más su vieja gloria; ya en altura no cambio pero sí en cantidad de vello corporal, no había notado en las duchas, quizá fue también un gran cambio repentino pero, vino al laboratorio con una camisa abierta totalmente del pecho, poblado de una gruesa melena negra naciendo en la grieta entre sus pectorales.
Jack por otro lado no era tan exhibicionista, usaba una sudadera grande sin dar a conocer a detalle su cuerpo, pero puedo decir que su cara decía otra cosa, más arrogancia como siempre lo que se espera de un adolescente con las hormonas a full y sabiendo que tiene un buen cuerpo, solo que miraba con detalle a Erick, como si tratara de conocer a su rival, con una sonrisa senil ocultando sus intenciones. Erick lo había notado después de sus mediciones y creo que ambos se lanzaron miradas, parecía que ese era el objetivo de Jack ya que una vez teniendo su atención se quita la camisa revelando aunque sin vello corporal, mucho más definido que Erick sin duda pues era casi del mismo tamaño de musculatura aunque en menor estatura ya la brecha había disminuido entre él y Erick, ahora Jack media 1.91 m, el horror no se manifestaría en el ex alfa más tarde y ya verán por qué… su peso ya era también muy similar siendo de 117 kilos, pero con un obvio nivel de grasa ya en un asombroso 7%, los abdominales de este nuevo alfa eran profundos marcando un sixpack casi los 8.
Fred por otro lado se había derretido pero sin dejar una mata de piel suelta y flácida, más bien tomó más forma de panza cervecera, dejando de ser un obeso morvido a un obeso grande, más no desagradable. No tenía nada contra los obesos pero jamás me veía a mi mismo siendo uno, y no le desearía a alguien que empeore su salud, así que como siempre guarde mis comentarios con todos, no quería hablar con nadie de aquí, me sentía inseguro. El solo bajó de peso y porcentaje de masa grasa ahora tenía 106 kilos con 33% de grasa, quizá también se sumó algo de músculo más no sabría decirte dónde.
Kevin era un enigma al igual que yo, no tuvimos cambio aparentemente, recordé lo de sus zapatos pero no parecía llevar pares grandes la verdad no sé por qué pregunto. Aunque una cosa estaba clara, los pantaloncillos que llevaba no dejaron mucho a la imaginación, mirando disimuladamente parecía que se guardó un plátano en su entrepierna y no estaba duro; admito que me sonroje un poco al ver eso, trate de pensar en otra cosa mientras me tomaban medidas. ¿Habrá querido hacer referencia a algo con los zapatos?
Confirme mis sospechas no hubo cambios aparentes como con Kevin.
-disculpa Trevor, ¿puedo hacer mención de unos efectos secundarios?
-adelante, todo lo que me puedas decir servirá para monitorear tus cambios.
-eh tenido pesadillas toda la semana, me a costado dormir y siempre tengo el mismo sueño atrapada en una habitación oscura con alguien detrás de mi.
El no contestó, se veía preocupado y voltio solo con la mirada a Kevin para rápido volver a mi.
-bueno… pesadillas así de específicas es un tanto curioso, ¿Estás seguro de que todo está bien acá arriba?-se da unos toques con el dedo índice en la cabeza-
-si todo está bien, entiendo que algunas medicinas puedan dar pesadillas, yo mismo de niño eh sido muy enfermizo.
-si siguen después de la segunda inyección, llama de inmediato ¿Si?
El me da una tarjeta y me mira fijamente aún serio, la tomé y ya después de la inyección me largue a casa pensando todo el día sobre eso último… preocupación de algo.
Lunes por la tarde hora del gym.
Después del trabajo y si aún tenía energía pasaba por el gym pasando mi departamento y derecho por la misma calle, así podía cambiarme de ropa a gusto. Hoy le tocaba cardio así que estaría un buen tiempo en el gym, el otro lunes no había visto a Erick o a Jack ahí mismo, quizá solo fue una coincidencia… estaba equivocado; ahí estaba Jack haciendo alarde con una pequeña multitud de personas observando como ya estaba levantando más de 150 libras en la barra, era impresionante para la pinta que daba de ser más atlético o eso parecía una semana antes, poco a poco se estaba transformando en un culturista, todo ese peso lo decía a gritos al igual que los ríos de sudor que cubrían su frente; me subí a una caminadora viéndolo de lejos, pero en eso llega Erick.
-vaya vaya… si es Jack el corredor de quinta.
Jack para las repeticiones y se levanta a verlo, limpiando sé el sudor y tomando un gran trago de agua dice.
-Erick… pensé que ibas al gym Big Bull, es más para viejos que solo quieren mantenerse.-
sonríe al oír eso y da la misma mirada desafiante, Jack le contesta igual.
-veras novato, puede que ya te creas mucho solo por ya recibir un impulso de fuerza y ver crecimiento rápido, pero eso no te hace un alfa… Aún soy más grande que tú y la ley del gym lo indica claro, los grandes son respetados por los pequeños.
Ese ego… no estaba antes o no lo percibía así, quizá y recibió otra gran bendición ahí abajo, de hecho ya había un bulto visible desde aquí.
-Entonces si me vuelvo más grande, tu tendrás que darme respetos a mí ¿O me equivoco?
-lo dije claro y fuerte. Y es cierto que estás creciendo pero veamos que tanto le ganas a la memoria muscular, yo llegué a tener un peso en mis mejores días 156 kilos de puro músculo, me descuide por una rodilla dislocada.
Jack al oír eso se le abren más los ojos, si hubiera estado más cerca, quizá pudiera ver visto que se le eriza la piel; más no se dejó impresionar tanto tiempo y volvió a retomar su postura, sonriendo.
-¿Por qué no resolvemos esto de la manera justa, quien llega a ser más grande el próximo mes?, cuando se acabe nuestro pequeño experimento…
-me parece bien chico, ahora sí me disculpas.
Erick tomó la barra con la que estaba trabajando Jack con las dos manos y la elevó con facilidad sobre su cabeza.
-no eres el único con súper fuerza…-guiño.
Después de eso, Jack siguió con su entrenamiento pero en otra máquina para pecho, Erick se robó el público de Jack y terminó por hacer una rutina de brazos, no pude ver qué peso llevaba pero a de ser 90 libras o más en cada mano. Ya un rato después iba a las duchas, las mismas de siempre; al salir me percató que ya iba a entrar en la ducha dónde estaba yo, Erick. Por suerte ya llevaba una toalla y las vendas para cubrir mis pechos.
-hey, eres el chico del laboratorio… ¿Alex?
-e-eh si… soy yo Alex, tu eres Erick si te reconozco.
-no pensé encontrarte en el mismo gym y… menos en las duchas.-el baja la mirada a mi pecho y se percata de las vendas.- ¿paso algo?
-oh… bueno solo una heri…
En eso nos interrumpe Jack jalando el hombro de Erick, el chico estaba totalmente desnudo frente a nosotros él había venido de las otras duchas aún sudado mostrando cada músculo que desarrolló en pocos días, unas venas gruesas ya recorrían sus bíceps y se ratificaba en sus brazos hasta llegar a la mano, sus hombros eran grandes pero aún le faltaban trabajar más, era recompensado con grandes pectorales que ya estaban haciendo que sus pezones apunten al suelo, su cuello también se había engrosado firme y fuerte como el de un caballo, sus abdominales magníficos como ayer domingo, sus piernas también estaban muy desarrolladas casi del tamaño de mi cintura, ya dificultando el caminar bien, sus pantorrillas se habían ajustado y equilibrado con sus piernas grandes y con unas venas notorias sobre todo a lo que es su polla, trate de no ver pero era imposible no notar que tenía ahí una verga monstruosa, quizá no tan ancha pero sí muy larga, diría que 28 cm con unas bolas del tamaño de huevos de gallina, y unos pies grandes, talla 11 y medio era absurdo para la altura que tenía, aunque quizá iba para más y solo esta esperando el estirón.
-vaya si es Erick y Alex juntos, ¿acaso ibas a presumir más que lo que tienes?
-solo hablábamos, vete si no quieres que te de un buen puñetazo…
-¿crees que me asustas? pude notar algo distinto en ti, algo que no se notaba a simple vista pero algo cambió, supongo que tenías algo que ocultarme.- Jack sonríe al ver el cambio de expresión en los ojos de Erick, creo que se dio cuenta de algún modo.
-¿Hablas de mi fuerza? o ¿de mi pecho peludo?-posa levantando su brazo izquierdo notoriamente más grande que jack, aun…
Ojala se quedaran ahí las cosas, que solo presumiendo y ya, pero fue a peor cuando jack le dio un golpe directo en su cara a Erick. no lo derribó pero si lo desoriento un poco, recuperando su equilibrio le da un golpe directo al hígado a Jack, perdió el aire un momento pero el le quito la toalla de la cintura revelando más que sus piernas, su polla no es tan grande como la de jack pero ya no era la pena que era antes, era un buen promedio de 15 cm duro y muy gruesa sobretodo en la punta, esa verga si era de un hombre maduro.
-creo que yo soy más grande que eso…-Jack mete el pie por detrás de erick y lo empuja desde los hombros haciéndolo caer del suelo para luego jack poner su pie enorme sobre el pecho de Erick, casi le lame los dedos de los pies.
-hey… ¡quítate de encima!
-solo reclamo mi derecho como el más grande~
Jack sostiene los brazos de Erick con toda sus fuerzas, estaban muy igualados pero la posición le jugaba un mal momento al viejo Alfa, Jack lo obliga a abrir las piernas y con escupitajo de buen vaquero a su polla está listo para penetrarlo, Erick trata de liberarse como sea posible pero solo lo empeora al tratar de correr gateando, jack lo penetra en ese momento sin piedad, ya nada importaba para esos dos en este momento, era un fantasma expectante ante el cambio de poder de alfas, no se si tener miedo o masturbarme en ese momento de contemplación al ver un jovencito follar a un adulto. salían gritos de ambos, jack se sostiene con fuerza de sus hombres y pecho para que no se fuera tan fácilmente, no se sabía otras posiciones por lo cual solo lo follo duro hasta que se viniera dentro de él, Erick con clara sonrojes y la polla dura chorrean te aprovechó que el joven estaba cansado para darle un golpe en la barbilla y noquearlo para que lo dejara en paz, pero ya era demasiado tarde, perdió la virginidad de su culo con un chico “pequeño”.
Erick tomó sus cosas, se puso sus pantalones y se fue lo más rápido que pudo, y jack seguía inconsciente, no se que tanto permaneció ahí pues también huí al ya romperse la tensión del momento.
G’day mates and welcome to Australia.
I know it’s been a couple of months since the last video but, as you’ve probably seen, a lot has happened since then. Now I know there’s a lot of viewers and subscribers from all over the world and you probably haven’t all had the same news that we’ve had in the UK, so let’s bring you all up to speed on what’s been happening lately.
First of all my friends were all released without harm after the public outcry at what had been done to them, and a lot of people turned up at the sites where they were being held to voice their disgust. Thankfully they were all pretty peaceful but a couple of people got a bit rowdy until I had a word with them, or in some cases moved them quite a distance away to cool off. The Defence Secretary and the Home Secretary were both made to resign, and the Prime Minister was hanging on by a thread until the government decided to open some proper lines of communication with me. There were also a few high ranking officials in the armed forces who were also relieved of command afterwards as well. Thankfully everything’s all good between me and the government now so hopefully it’ll stay that way.
So since all that’s happened things have changed quite a bit for me. I’ve kinda taken on the superhero role a little bit, complete with my own costume. I’ve got a public relations crew working with me now to help me with my image and they went through a load of costume choices with me. Obviously I tried out the traditional spandex ones with the capes but they were just too impractical. I like this one though as the combat type trousers and this vest thing are practical rather than just being skin-tight. Plus I’ve got loads of pockets to carry my phone, first aid stuff and anything else I might need from time to time. It looks a bit like it’s designed for the military but I like it just for the practicality. And I wanted it to be more colourful as well so people didn’t feel like I was trying to hide, so naturally I asked the designers to throw in some primary colours and, even though they’re not as bright as Superman’s, I think the designers did a pretty good job. I also had to make sure there were no sleeves as well cos people are always asking to see the guns hahaha.
Speaking of the PR crew. These guys are amazing. They’ve been trying to improve my image with the costume as well as thinking up a superhero name for me. Most of the names have been terrible but that’s because there’s not a lot left that isn’t already trademarked. I kinda like just being called TJ though so they might just have to market that. Not that I’m doing any of this for the money. Any money that’s made is donated to charities, after the PR crew are paid of course, and I’ve made sure that my image is being cared for by more up and coming people in the industry to improve their prospects rather than just going with the big, profit hungry corporations. I’m all about helping people from the ground up and not lining the pockets of the super-rich elite, so I have some of the most ambitious people working for me to help themselves, if that makes sense.
As far as being a hero is concerned, the main things I’ve been trying to do are to learn more from the police and other emergency responders. I’ve been helping some police forces out with some missing person’s cases and even found some bodies that have been missing for years which is a bit grim, but it’s helped to give the families some closure. That’s one of the reasons why I’m here in the outback of Australia rather than back in the UK. It’s summer over here now and it’s hotter than Satan’s underpants, which means there’s a huge risk of wildfires breaking out. So I’ve been working with the Fireys, as they call them over here, to find out the best ways I can use my powers to help with any bushfires they get when the weather’s like this.
So far they’ve shown me how to create firebreaks by clearing the trees out and that’s been fun. Tearing trees out of the ground with just my bare hands never gets old, and at least this time it’s for a good reason. It looks pretty funny from the ground as well when they see a tree flying past with little me underneath it. You can probably find some videos that people have uploaded of that around the internet. The main thing I’ve been trying to stress with all this though is that I’m not trying to take anybody’s jobs away. These guys still do the amazing work they’ve always done, but if I can help them out and keep them safer then I will do.
I’ve also been working with geologists, seismologists and volcanologists, to understand how I could help if we get some big disasters happening around the world. We haven’t got it all figured out yet but we’re working on it. We’re also still trying to work out my international travel rights. Like, I’m allowed to go anywhere in the British Commonwealth without any issues, hence why it’s so easy for me to get into Australia, but some other countries, especially the USA are a bit more reluctant to let me in. Although I have told them that I will enter the country whether they like it not if I feel they need my help, like if California has major wildfires or an earthquake or something. If they don’t like it then that’s tough luck.
It’s not all work though, I get plenty of time to just chill out and relax, but what I really like to do is just meet people and show them I’m not scary or anything like that. And if you’re wondering about how much I’m worth, well the answer is very little. I don’t earn any money from anything I do but if I want something I’ll usually make a deal with the company who owns what I want to endorse whatever it is. I’m not exclusive to anybody or anything like that but I have had a lot of people sending me free stuff which then gets donated to people who actually need it.
I quite like working with the fitness industry too as they keep trying to get me to endorse their supplements and things like that, even though I don’t need any of them. Although, if something tastes good I might just say that I like it, just to give them a boost. I was also invited to the BodyPower Expo in Birmingham and that was a lot of fun. Some of the guys there are a lot bigger than me so it’s always nice to see their egos get stroked as they pose next to me, but what I love is to find out who the two strongest people are there and put both of their maximum squat weight onto a bar and then just curl it with one hand. They all take it in good fun and even offer to sit on that same bar as I lift it with them on. I’ve even sat signing autographs with one hand while five big guys have been trying to wrestle the other one down to the table.
I’m hoping everything gets sorted out with the US border controls soon as I really want to go to Muscle Beach. I reckon that’d be a fun place to meet people and see how the big guys over there feel about me. It’d also be good to speak to the guys at NASA to see how I can help with anything space related. I mean, if we get an asteroid heading to Earth or anything like that I have no idea how to deal with that. I could probably just smash it easily but that could make things worse so I’ll get the boffins there to run all the numbers.
Anyway, this is probably going to be my last video on this channel because things are getting really hectic. Don’t worry though, you’ll still see me around on TV and in the news, and who knows, you might even end up running into me randomly somewhere when I’m exploring. I’ve only scratched the surface of everything there is to see on this planet and there’s plenty more places for me to go, so you never know where you might see me next. I’m leaving the channel online as well and maybe I’ll come back to do a video in the future or I might even see if one of the PR crew want to take over. Either way you can go back and look at the older videos any time you want.
Thanks for all the support and encouragement over the last few months. Love you all and I’ll see you soon.
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His profile page is still active. So he hasn't completely shut down his account. It doesn't list the last time he visited the site, which is not something I knew could be disabled. So, it's hard to know if he's still coming by to check o things or not. Hopefully, one day inspiration will strike, or writer's block will clear, or real life will ease up.
Fuck man. This story is full on erotica and i love it.
Now now what will they do to the room service guy???
Also. Man has been so distracted that eh didnt even tried to understand the letter and it's right in front and been inside him
Yeah, what she said was pretty harsh, but I did want her to be a somewhat sympathetic character. She was frustrated with being shown up again and again and finally just exploded; I don't think she really meant what she said about Will always being little and weak deep down. But I guess impact may matter more than intent in this situation.
Well, this is "The Evolution Forum" - and it's all about the muscle growth, so it's natural that guys would support the muscle dude!
Besides, Ruby has really hurt his feelings - she's gone beyond just "calling him out" for (possibly) using illicit substances to attacking him personally. It's one thing to say, "I could never be friends with someone who is (possibly) using illegal substances" versus "You're a worthless human being deep down, no matter how you try to improve yourself." Yeah, thanks Ruby. See ya! Good luck finding anyone who wants to put up with THAT attitude!
She has jumped to conclusions with no concrete evidence beyond what she "thinks" and "things aren't supposed to do X" and attacked him.
Funny you should ask...
The Wall, Chapter 23 “The Hunger”
“I’m starving, Max. We need some food NOW!”
“I’m with you, Pup. As hungry as I am, I’m liable to take a bite out of that beefy ass of yours and make a meal of it." I playfully bit down on his mass of his left ass cheek. "The kitchen is open all night for room service here. Let’s order and have it delivered. I’ll make the call.”
I went back to the living room and dialed the Room Service number. While I was in the process of ordering two of almost everything on the menu, I noticed my jacket draped over the back of the chair, and I pulled the small envelope from the jacket’s breast pocket. It was inscribed with my name “Max” on one side and “Open Thursday night just after the 12th stroke of midnight” on the other. Well, it was now 2 am. What harm could 2 hours make. I opened the envelope and read:
At the moment in time when day matches night and the hours of the sun and the moon are the same, you may make one your equal.
Hmmm… Cryptic, I thought. I'll have to figure out what that's about later...
I returned to the enormous tiled room outside the bath. Pup was taking stock of his increased mass in the mirrors. He was checking himself out from every possible angle. He turned to the left and then to the right. He looked over his shoulder to check out his ass. He maneuvered mirrored vanity cabinet to get a better view of his back.
Watching Pup made me smile to myself. I knew what he saw, and I knew what he felt at that moment. I had been there myself. I remembered the first time I saw my own reflection as that of a bodybuilder. It wasn’t a slow realization that occurred over a series of days, weeks or months. It occurred in an instant. I looked in the mirror, and the guy who looked back at me was finally big enough and built enough to use the term bodybuilder for himself. It was a pivot for me, and now Pup was at that magical threshold. I knew what he saw, and I knew felt. It wasn’t quite pride, and it wasn't self-satisfaction. It was more of a settling in. It was security and a sense of ease and relief. He could relax and feel secure in himself without trying. Pup would never worry again how others might judge him. Sure, he might want to be bigger or stronger or leaner or harder, but now it was all for himself.
“Pup!” I startled him back to the present. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Just checking things out. I like my new size. I think I look pretty good.”
“Mmmmm, Pup...You look fucking amazing.”
“I’d look even better if I washed some of this dried cum off. I feel sticky and crusty all over." He made a face. Then he slyly smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "What about you? You look pretty cum-coated.” He came over and kissed me once on the lips. “I think we both need a shower.” He kissed me again, sliding his tongue in my mouth and wrapping his right hand behind my head and the left hand around my cock. Fuck, I was boning again. “The shower is big enough for the both of us, and I want to rub my hands and my dick all over your soaped up, slippery body.” Pup grabbed handfuls of my pec meat and vigorously massaged it. “I’ve been meaning to fuck the hell out of your chest. Your pecs are unbelievable, Max. They've got to be 8 or 9 inches thick.” I flexed hard and then rolled my pecs one at a time, alternating the motion from one pec to the other. He kissed me again, and I kissed him back harder. In no time at all, we were both at full mast. The idea of soap suds and Pup’s dick on my chest sounded appealing. If Pup wanted a shower, who was I to to deny him?
However, the shower would have to wait for a while. Room Service was on their way to our room. The sexual tension would have to be knocked down a notch just so that we could answer the door. I needed to get both of us off in a hurry, and I had an idea I was certain would work.
Pup grabbed my hand and took a step toward the shower, but I resisted his lead and held him in place. Even though he had grown into muscleman status, I was still at least 100 lbs larger than he. At least 400 lbs of muscle anchored me in place. I reeled Pup back in front and stood behind him again. We both were facing the mirror. He was big and hot and muscly now, but my much larger frame eclipsed the silhouette of his body -- 3 inches taller, 6 inches broader and rounder at the shoulders, torso and arms, and 6 inches wider at the flare of our thighs. The only parts of me that were hidden by Pup were my wasp narrow waist and my throbbing erection that rested in the groove at the crack of his ass.
I put my hands on his shoulders. “You are so fucking sexy, Pup.” I kissed his neck and pressed my cock against the small of his back. “I think you grew again.” I growled in his ear. “If you keep growing like this, you may get bigger than me.” I kneaded his pecs in my hands and twisted his nipples.
His hardon stood straight up and started dripping again. The head rose inches above the level of his navel. It was big and impressive, and his big balls hung heavy below, rising and falling and churning in their sac.
I rubbed his shoulders and arms. “Look what has happened to you. You are so fucking hot. I love the size of your arms. They are definitely getting bigger and bigger. Show me again. Flex a double biceps for me. See if you can make me jizz on your back.”
He raised his arms in the mirror and slowly flexed them for me. At the same time, I copied his movements and flexed my much larger arms from behind, moving in synch with his flex, silhouetting and totally eclipsing his peaks. I was shocked by the sight. It was incredibly erotic. His arms were big and beautifully shaped, but they were dwarfed in the shadows of my much larger guns. My arms were enormous, and I was just barely flexing.
“Fuck, Max,” he exhaled.
“How big do you want to get, Pup?” I held my pose and looked in the mirror “…This big?”
“Unghhh…” He studied the way my arms overshadowed his. I saw him increase the force of his flex, “Unghhh… Bigger,” he said.
I flexed slightly harder, and my arms grew behind his. I was probably at half flex – about 26 inches. “How about this big?”
Pup grunted, and precum oozed from the slit of his cock and dripped down the length of his shaft. The thought of him possibly achieving my size was getting him off. He replied, “Unghhh… Oh God… Bigger.”
I flexed harder still. The peaks of my biceps rose, and the sweeps of my triceps deepened. “How about now, Pup? Do you want arms that are this big?”
Pup was still in full flex, and his arms were visibly shaking. They were impressive themselves and sexy as hell, but they did nothing to hide the range of mountains that rose higher behind them. Pup’s hardon deepened in color and swelled even larger. He was sweating from the effort he put into his flex. He was squirming and grunting from the effort it took to keep from blowing a load on the mirror right then. He was practically speechless, but he somehow managed, “Mmmphh… B-B-Bigger-r-R-R!” He was so close, intermittently holding his breath and sucking in air. "M-m-much b-bbiggger-r-r-R-R!"
So I summoned all the strength I could muster and directed it into my arms. My triceps deepened like battle ship keels, and my biceps visibly rose. The peaks achieved a verticality I had never before witnessed, and they continued their ascent until they bumped up against my flexed fists. "Boom!" I held the flex and ground my dick in the crack of his ass. My own precum slicked the small of his back.
“How about this big, Pup? Do you want arms like these?” I re-flexed my arms, and the peaks rose again. They were inhumanly large and couldn't get any larger. Then I opened my fists and caressed my own mighty peaks. I turned my head to the right and licked the mountain of muscle. That was all he could take. Puck went over the cliff.
“Fuck! Oh God! Fuck!!! Yes!!!” He flexed even harder, and his mighty peaks rose. Pup’s cock surged forth in length and in girth. More veins appeared. It grew harder and harder. It had taken control and had a life of its own. I saw it pull back as it prepared to let loose. Then it surged forth again, larger by 20 percent, firing and recoiling again and again, shooting its load like an artillery gun. Thick ropes of hot, white cum shot straight in the air, covering our torsos and fully flexed biceps. At the moment that he peaked, his beefy glutes flexed, coaxing my dick into the orgasmic abyss. I emptied my load between my abs and his back. I was lost in pure pleasure and didn't want it ever to end. Then a strange sound pulled me back to the present. There was a knock at the door, then another... A deep voice said, "Room Service..."