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  1. Aquaas


    Any ideas you may have on how to improve for another story, let me know!
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    Okay, okay. I though I could stagger this but I can't. I went ahead and combined the last parts of the story into one. Please enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome. Spoiler (sort of, just don't read the yellow): Chris wound up being more of a plotbrem for me than anything else. I couldn't figure out how to keep him and Mike. I'm sorry if y'all wanted him to come back, but I just couldn't do it right. Smitten part 6 We made our way down the Las Vegas strip, Will, Carlos, and I. We were staying at the Bellagio for the Mr. Olympia. Carlos, even though he was a pro bodybuilder with lots of supplement deals, only rented one room with a single bed for the week. Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get a trundle bed thrown in. “Baby, let’s go to the room. I want to get my pump on before you go on stage. I want people to wonder why I’m not competing so I can say ‘Cos my boyfriend will beat me too easily.’” He ground his butt up on Carlos’s crotch. “I wanna talk you up so the judges are scared to vote for anyone but you.” “Babe, keep that up and I won’t be able to keep my posers on.” Carlos put a meaty paw on Will’s ass and groped. “We’ll go up to the room, I’ll let the bitch charge me up, then we’ll get you going.” They kissed. Even if I found the two of them to be disgusting, I couldn’t deny that they were hot. While Carlos manhandled me to get what he wanted, Will whispered sweet nothings in my ear to pack on the pounds. Both of them aroused me. Even though Will had been around since mid-July, I still couldn’t quite figure him out. When Carlos was around, he was almost indifferent to me, even cold. His touch didn’t quite reach me when he fondled me. Without Carlos Cruz, he was warm and kind. He even would let me go from the bed when he was alone at home. When we got to the hotel, I pulled our suitcases behind me while Carlos checked us in. When we got into the elevator, he and Will started making out. They were surrounded by reflections of themselves, so who could blame them? “Hey, Alex.” I was shocked. It was the first time I had heard my name in months. I looked up and Will had broken his lip lock with Carlos and was now looking at me. Carlos scowled. “Don’t call him that, call him ‘bitch’ or ‘puto’ or something. He needs to remember who he belongs to, ‘cos nobody else is gonna want him.” A small wince flickered across Will’s face. “I’ve got a package coming to the hotel with some time sensitive material at around six, but that’s when we’ll be on the convention floor. Since you’ll be in the room, I want you to come down to the front desk and get it. It needs to go in the fridge immediately.” He pulled his card key out of his pocket. “Take this, and be quick.” “Babe, you can’t give him too much freedom. What if he runs away?” “I don’t think he’ll be able to.” Will looked at me and crouched to my eye level. It made me feel even more childishly small. “Alex knows that the longer the chain is, the more it will hurt when we snatch him back to his doghouse.” He smiled at me. “Isn’t that right, Alex?” “Y… yes, sir.” Will had never been like this with me before. He had never been so sadistic. “Besides, how far could he get in Vegas with no wallet and no ID? This town practically breathes money.” The elevator dinged at the ninth floor. “C’mon, I want to get some making out in so we can get your testosterone flowing before the pre-judging.” Will, it transpired, had taken to my ministrations like no other. Chris became bigger and Carlos was now huge, but Will was a god. He had been beautiful before me, of course. But now, he was an Adonis. Instead of the 315 pounds the Carlos had wanted, Will was now at 385, just thirty pounds lighter than Carlos. That extra seventy pounds was probably the result of me subconsciously reciprocating his perceived kindness. However, it might have been just the way his body responded to me. He towered over Carlos by almost six inches now, so his mass didn’t seem as impressive compared to his boyfriend. He was still massive compared to me, outweighing me by 200 pounds. “I’ll handle it Will. Everything will be perfect for when you and Carlos come back from pre-judging for dinner.” “It had better be, puto.” “Good. Thank you, Alex.” The elevator was now far behind us as we approached the room. “I’m so glad they gave us a corner suite. You know, they’re just a little bigger that the rest of the rooms. Like you, papi, when I look at all the other musclemen out there.” Will giggled and tweaked Carlos’s chin. “Just a little bigger.” They kissed, arms wrapped tightly around each other’s torsos. I bit my lip in an effort to distract myself from the erotic display of clothes getting ripped off and muscles writhing. Carlos was right, I could try and run on Will’s little errand. But it seemed too simple. I could tell that Will was swelling when Carlos came up for air. “Damn, you’ve got me all revved up, Will. I’m so fuckin’ hard, I think I might pop right now.” “Hold it in, babe. I want to keep you as horny as possible for as long as possible. Then, when you’re flooded, I’m gonna make you hold it in until tonight so you stay pumped all through the show.” He clamped down on one of Carlos’s nips. “You’re gonna be so high on yourself, you’ll make the others look like little girls.” Carlos growled. I could tell he didn’t like the idea of waiting for sex, but Will seemed adamant. “If it makes you feel better, when you’re done thrashing everyone on stage, you can come back and go to town all… night… long on my ass.” “Fine, but I’m gonna wear a cock ring. If you’re gonna make me wait, I’m gonna bulge as big as possible when I wreck that thing.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way, papi.” An hour and a half later they left to make their way to the Olympia venue, leaving me in the room. At six in the evening, precisely, I received a call from the front desk. “There’s a package down here for room 9007. Will you be coming to get it?” “Yeah, I’m on my way now.” I practically ran to the elevator and, when it got to the lobby, to the front desk. I was not going to let Will’s package spoil. “Are you from 9007?” asked the guy behind the front desk. “I am. I’m just here to grab a package, then I’ll be on my way.” “Here you are then.” He handed me a small box and I thanked him. As I walked away, I looked at it and noticed that it was not address to Will, but to me: Alex García. I ripped the lid off and sat down on one of the many sofas in the lobby area, anxious to see what was there. The box contained a set of car keys, a Florida ID, and what appeared to be a stack of hundred-dollar bills. Underneath all of that was a letter: Alex, I know that this can’t possibly make up for all the terrible things that Carlos has done to you for however long he’s had you locked up in that basement. I can’t believe he would hold another human being against his will, when he seemed so cute and nice at the club. Well, I suppose him being beautiful doesn’t make him a good person. He might have just been after me because I’m loaded. In here there is a new identity for you: social security card, ID, everything you need to start over. You’ll find a car about three blocks north of here, on the fifth floor of the graffitied parking structure. It’s a Dodge, and it’s yours now. Please run. I’ve grown to know and like you over these past few months, and I want you to be safe. I’m gonna get out of here as soon as I know you’re gone. Don’t dump anything in this box until you’re at least four hundred miles from Vegas. I don’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry I was such a douche to you for all this time, but I had to get Carlos to trust me. I knew from the moment I saw you, I had to get you out of there. Run as far away as you can. Find a new life, and a man who’ll love you and not your powers. Love, Will R. I didn’t think twice. I was gone before the sun set that night, and in New Mexico before midnight. * * * I was terrified. My body didn’t want to respond to my desire to run away, or to throw myself into the ocean and let the tide carry me off. Carlos Cruz Castillo, my jailor, had found me. After a very short scuffle, Mike was on the ground five feet away and Carlos was looking at me with hunger. “You know, Will didn’t want to tell me what happened to you that night.” He was walking toward me, leaving deep prints in the sand. His body, though not as big as it had been before, was still massive. “I figured that he had done something when I looked in the fridge and there was nothing there. I had a hard time pinning him down after all that extra muscle you added to him, but I got him to the basement. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, so he lost his mass faster than me. It took a year, but he said he had gotten you to Florida somehow. It took years, but I finally found you.” He was feet from me now, exerting the gravity that only he could on me. His eyes were glittering, with tears or malice, I’m not sure which. “Come back to me, putito. I need you.” Suddenly, Carlos was on his knees, my hand in his, in a travesty of a proposal. He held on tight and continued. “I’m no good without you, putito. I’m so… small.” He looked up, tears actually streaming down his face. “I’m so weak without you. Come back to me, and I’ll give you whatever you want. You can even stay upstairs, call yourself my boyfriend, leave the house if you promise you’ll come back. There’s no way I could keep winning after turning thirty without you.” “You mean… after all you did to me… you want me to willingly come back with you?” My breath hitched in my chest. “After you kept me in that basement, held me hostage, and let my family and friends think I was dead, you think I’ll want to go with you?” I was still frightened and expecting him to hurt me for my disobedience. But anger was slowly replacing my fear. How dare he think I would see that as some sort of love, as a relationship? “Please, putito, I have to have you.” He gripped my hand even tighter. I think I actually felt the joints start to crack. “No Carlos. I’m staying here, away from you.” It was a risk saying that. Suddenly, the world reversed itself and the moon and stars were underneath me. I found my body slamming down into the sand. Carlos had thrown me. “Fine, if you’re not going to come on your own, I’ll have to give you a reason to come. Maybe if I take something from you that you want…” He was stomping over to Mike, who was now coughing. Carlos threaded his fingers into Mike’s hair and yanked him to a standing position. “If I get rid of your boytoy here, maybe you’ll come with me.” He cocked his fist and seemed to be considering which part of Mike he wanted to hurt the most. “STOP!” I was running to them, damn the consequences. He had Mike, and I couldn’t let a third person be dragged into this, not after Chris and Will. “Stop. Please. I… I’ll go with you, Carlos.” He lowered his victim and considered me for a moment. “I’ll go with you, just don’t hurt Mike. It’s not his fault I’m here. I ran away on my own. I should’ve known you would find me one day.” “NO, Mar, you can’t!” Mike struggled against Carlos’s iron grip. “Don’t let this asshole do that to you again!” “Just let him go Carlos. I’ll say goodbye, and we’ll go. You can even kill Marlon Rodríguez too, before we leave town, if you have to.” I was sure he would have to. “Fine, putito. I’ll let this bitch live. He’s too small to worry about anyway.” He threw Mike down and started walking away. I ran to Mike and crouched by his side. “I’ll give you two minutes to say goodbye. But, if your bitch comes at me again, I’ll snap his neck and he’s fish food.” When Carlos was about ten feet away, my tears began to flow freely. “Mike… Michael, I have to go now. If I stay, he’ll kill you.” “Mar, no. You can’t go with him… I won’t let you.” “You’ll find somebody else. As long as you’re safe, I’m happy. After all, you’ve only really known me for about a week. I’m replaceable. You’ll find someone else, someone better.” “That’s not your choice to make, Marlon. Not before the second date.” I laughed in spite of myself. How the hell was he so funny, even in the face of such danger? He was looking up at me, crying too. “You don’t get to say that. You can’t just walk into my life and then waltz out because I might get hurt. I told you, I’ve been watching you for almost a year. I would do anything for you. Anything.” “Then stay here. Please. Stay here. It would destroy me to see something happen to you.” I was on my knees now, looking at him. “I love you Mike. Let me do this for you.” I kissed him. Like our kiss at dinner, this one was toe-curlingly amazing. Unlike it, however, this kiss had a finality about it and an emptying warmth, like he was sucking out my ability to love and feel love. “I ain’t gettin’ any younger, puto. Move it.” “Stay here, Mike.” I stood, turned, and started walking to Carlos. I had gone maybe three feet before I heard a roar behind me and a large blur ran by. I had never known anyone to be that fast on sand while wearing shoes. Unfortunately, Carlos was ready for him. He caught Mike in the stomach with a fist, looking satisfied. There was a sharp outlet of breath and Mike crumpled. However, his satisfaction was short lived. Mike was laughing, actually laughing, after taking a blow that would’ve ruptured the liver of a weaker man. “You don’t get it, bastard.” Mike said through the laughter. “You got as big as you did because you made him horny. Think about the power that’ll come if he actually loves someone.” I looked at the prints in the sand. Each crater was larger than the last, carved deeper into the beach. Mike’s clothes, which had looked tight at dinner, now looked positively painted on. “When I heard that someone had kept Marlon captive for three years, I knew I had to do something about it if the S.O.B. ever came back. He had to change his name and leave everything behind, for fuck’s sake.” Mike stood straight and tall. I don’t think he had been that size when Carlos got to the beach. He looked over his shoulder and said to me, “I told you, just make sure I’m bigger than him if I have to take him on.” That triggered something in me. For what felt like the first time in my life, I was consciously in control of my power. Mike’s shirt split down the back, revealing deep cut muscles and the top of his glutes. I was going to make Mike so powerful that Carlos would be a little bitch by comparison. He was getting broader as he got taller, his shirt falling off in rags. They slammed together, interlocking their fingers and wrestling for a better hold on each other and on the beach. Mike’s body seemed to bubble, and he suddenly swelled up even more, putting on what looked to be another thirty pounds. His tan skin turned a richer shade of brown, becoming a deep golden bronze. He and Carlos were evenly matched now in terms of size, but Mike was much more ripped. The layer of fat that rested on Carlos’s body meant that Mike was now stronger than him. How much stronger, I wasn’t sure. I was torn. On the one hand, Mike was probably going to thrash Carlos into the sand. On the other hand, I had thought that Chris was going to be the absolute winner of their fight, and Carlos had cracked him over the head with a pipe. So, I had no choice but to keep going. Mike surged upwards about six inches, bring his height to almost seven feet. I actually saw the moment when Carlos lost all hope, when it drained from his face, and my heart leapt. Mike was going to win, and I was helping him do it. Carlos started sliding back, slowly losing his footing in the sand and getting buried on the beach. When his knees hit the ground, Mike gave him a good yank, pulling him out of the pit. “You…fuckin’…son…of…a…bitch!” Every word was punctuated by Mike hitting Carlos in the gut. A lesser man would have died already, with ruptured organs and broken bones. Carlos was still holding on though, smirking through the pain. “Why? Why would you do something like that to Marlon?!” Mike had Carlos held up by the shirt, hand cocked back for another punch to the face. He stopped though, when Carlos began to speak. “Why? Now that you have felt his power, how can you ask me why?” Carlos grabbed Mike’s forearm, gripping so tightly that his own veins stood out on his deeply tanned skin. “You…are… a…god! No man, not even a Mr. Olympia winner, can hope to match you! You’re seven feet tall, you probably weigh almost five hundred pounds!” His hands were quivering as he spat these words at Mike. “You are better than any man ever! I’ve FELT that before. I want that again, I HAVE to have that again. I am going to have him, and I am going to make him love me, make him give me the power you have!” Then his leg, the leg I had seen press more than a ton, swung back and slammed forward into Mike’s crotch. Mike crumpled, clearly in pain. “MIKE!” “Alright, putito. Alright. You want to do this the hard way? Fine. You WILL love me, and you WILL make me powerful again.” Carlos was walking toward me again, bearing down on me. I could see, even though his jeans, that his big cock was hard at the thought of taking me again, of me making him into a god like Mike. He smiled that lopsided smile of his, eager at the thought of me going with him. What he didn’t notice was that Mike was already getting up, looking at me, as if searching for cues. “Fine.” I said, looking into Carlos’s eyes. “Fine, I give up trying to run.” His face split into wide grin. “I’m not going to hide again. You want my power, you’re going to get to feel it. Every last ounce of it, until you break.” I turned and looked over his shoulder to Mike, who had seemed to deflate as I spoke to Carlos, thinking I was giving up to him. “Babe, kick…his…ass, please.” I turned my back on them, seeing both of their faces stunned. * * * It had been about a month since our encounter on the beach. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV. The perky news reporter delivered her speech in a clipped, short fashion. “And finally, in sports news, Carlos Cruz Castillo has announced his retirement from the sport of professional bodybuilding. This comes after the competitor suffered severe injuries in a car crash about one month ago, which left him severely atrophied.” I turned off the TV and walked away, heading for the kitchen. “I can’t believe that plan worked. I was still all for killing the bastard.” “Well, we couldn’t have you becoming a murderer, now could we? I think this is a much better revenge. Now he’ll live out his natural life knowing he’ll never, ever, be the best, ever again. I still think it was so smart of you to take his car to a place that would make all those injuries look like they came from a massive accident before you threw it at the cliff face.” I could feel him in the kitchen with me, right behind me. I fell back into his chest and looked up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know?” Mike laughed. “So you keep saying. Maybe I’ll have to get you into the bedroom so you can remember that you’re beautiful too.” “I still don’t know how I’m able to take that thing between your legs.” “Maybe your body changed as you changed mine. Maybe I’m changing you.” “Maybe it’s just that I love you.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead at that. “Shall we?” He lifted me up single-handed and worked his middle finger into my ass. “You big ape, you just tore through my jeans!” “Yeah, but you thought it was hot.” Mike smiled at me, finger fucking me as we kissed. “I’m going to loosen you up as best as I can, then we’re going to make love until I’m tired.” “We’ll be here until next week, you’re practically a superhero.” “I know. But you love it.” Mike brought his arm up and flexed it. I had measured it two days ago. It was thirty inches around, cold. Mike was everything Carlos had been, but magnified. He weighed 450 pounds, almost every pound of which was muscle. I looked at him in the eyes, and I could see my own hunger reflected there. His huge pecs heaved, his tank top straining to contain them. He was like a golden god. “And you’re all mine.”
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    Because somebody texted me to remind me to post this next part, here's the real part 5 of my story. We might be looking at two more parts after this one. Here is where some of the two storylines come together. Smitten part 5 After two years and nine months in the basement, Carlos had finally learned some things. Firstly, even a week away from me was enough to cause the pounds I had added to him start sliding off. He had got onto the train at 375 and come home ten pounds lighter. Second, if he could offer me something, then snatch it away at the last moment, I would break almost instantly. Finally, there seemed to be physical limits to what my power could do for him. I could make him massive, but I could never get him past 425. His body just wouldn’t take more. Once he reached that magic number, he just became more symmetrical, more vascular, or more ripped. He had me well trained. Even when I wasn’t confined to the basement, like when he went to a foreign show, I stayed near him and kept him as pumped as possible. I wore long sleeves to hide the bruises on my limbs from his rough nights alone. He kept me well fed, so I wouldn’t get so thin as to slip from the manacle at home or so sick as to die. At twenty-two, I was afraid that this was all my life would be. “Hey, putito.” I looked up at him from the bed. “In September, we’re goin’ to Vegas. I got in to the O.” His throbbing manhood was visible, imprinted in his blue jeans. “So, I think we should celebrate a little. HEY!” He turned to look up the stairs. “Put on the blindfold, you hot piece of ass. I’m comin’ up for you.” Then he whispered, “You’re going to do me a favor, putito. See, I brought home a new boytoy this weekend. He just couldn’t keep his hands off me at the club. But, I’m too big for him, if ya get my drift.” I arched my eyebrows. Carlos, concerned about what someone else? Color me shocked. Carlos wrapped his hand around my bicep. “So, you’re gonna fix him up for me. I want him to be about one hundred pounds lighter than me. If you don’t pump him up…” Carlos began to squeeze. “…I’ll be forced to ram something bigger than my cock up your ass. Something like my fist.” “O…Okay…Carlos.” Never been threatened with a fisting before, and Carlos’s mitts would do some real damage. Carlos smiled, then ran up the stairs. He really liked this guy. He was having me grow him the perfect partner, someone else to keep me down here. September was two months away, which meant I could probably expect to spend a few weeks prepping by researching his competition at the O and bringing up his weaker points. I had gotten good at being a posing coach. “What are you doing, baby?” “I’m going to let you get your freak on with me and my secret weapon.” They were coming back. “Secret weapon? You mean…” the new man gasped, “You’re going to tell me how you got so big and sexy? “Yeah, baby. Then, we’re gonna do it so loud the people fifty miles away are gonna complain.” Carlos sounded almost… loving… when he talked to this guy. “I’m gonna blow you up so big…” “What if your weapon works better on me? What if you become the small one eventually?” “He knows better.” “He?” I could see him now. He was lithe, built like a dancer. Tight, like a bow. Not quite the usual twink Carlos brought home. He couldn’t see me with his blindfold on. Fuck, this was, unfortunately, hot. “That’s right. Now…” Carlos forced the new man onto his knees. He pulled out his cock, which sprang to attention almost instantly. “…suck it. We gotta make my putito hot if we want this to work.” “Say my name and ask nice, papi. Then I’ll do it.” “Fine. Will, won’t you lick my popsicle? I know you’ll like it, it’s got a creamy center.” What. The. Fuck. Submission? Of any kind? This could not be Carlos. Will nodded. “That’s better, Carlos.” He could only get the first half of Carlos’s prodigious manhood into his mouth, but he was really going to town on it. In spite of myself, I was getting kind of aroused. That was when Will started swelling. Unlike Carlos or Chris the first time, Will wasn’t wearing athletic clothes. He had on jeans and a button-down shirt, with some very nice shoes. As Will sucked, his back broadened bit by bit until his shirt looked stretched to the limit. His ass and legs swelled too, until it looked like the denim of his pants was shrink wrapped onto his lower body. He looked uncomfortable in his too tight clothes. “Carlos, what’s going on? I feel really… restricted.” Will stood up. And up. And up some more. He was about three inches taller than Carlos now, putting him at around 6’8”. He ripped off the blindfold and said “Holy shit! I’m massive!” He had started at around 185, but now he had to be closer to 250. “How…” “Look behind you babe.” Will turned to face me, and I saw disappointment flicker in his eyes. Disappointment, in whom? In me, for being so weak? In Carlos, for being so cruel? “When he gets hot and bothered, the guys around him swell up with muscle. It’s like he’s a sex crazed super steroid.” Carlos frowned at me. “What the fuck, putito? I told you, one hundred pounds lighter than me, not one seventy-five. Get on it, or so help me…” “Carlos…” Will put his hand on my captor’s shoulder. “…maybe he just needs some positive reinforcement.” Will sat by me on the bed, putting his hand on my thigh. “What’s your name, cutie-pie?” “A…Alex… Alex García.” “Well, Alex, I think it would be really nice if you would…” He squeezed my crotch. “…perk up a little and keep the juices flowing.” He leaned in, close to my ear. “I’m sooooo close to what my man wants, and only you can give it to me.” I shivered, and a button popped off of his shirt. “That’s better baby. Keep it coming.” How much trouble was I in now? * * * I let Mike drive on the way home. It just felt… right to let him take charge. He had his left hand on the wheel, and his right was holding mine. The ride home wouldn’t be all that long, so I decided to be a little selfish. I was going to have as much time as I could with him before I inevitably had to decide whether or not to let him go. I didn’t want to. I wanted our bodies to become one, every night, until we were bones. “That’s my favorite meal, Mar. Pasta puttanesca with oysters, with a big helping of dessert.” He squeezed my hand a little tighter. “But, I think the pasta pales in comparison with the company.” “Stop, Mike. You’re embarrassing me.” I looked up, more than a little pleased that he looked flustered too. “You were wondering if comparing me to pasta was a good idea, maybe?” “Well… when you put it that way, it does sound a little…” “It’s nice, to compete with your favorite meal. I know that the decision will be hard if you ever have to choose between us.” I turned back to face the front. “Do me a favor, Mike. Take the next exit.” “But that’s not the way to your apartment.” “Trust me, take the next exit.” “Okay, whatever you say, college boy.” He turned off the highway and followed my directions for the next ten minutes. We wound up at a small beach, behind a stand of palm trees. “I thought you said you didn’t want a beachfront date?” “I said no fish. I love the beach.” I kicked off my loafers and rolled my pants legs up to mid-calf. “I really wanted to show you this, before… well…” We looked out over the moonlit water and we watched the waves. Slowly, fins began sliding in and out of the crests, moving parallel to the shore. “I wanted to share the dolphins with you. I know you’re a Florida guy, and have probably seen dolphins before.” We were walking through the sand together, hand in hand. “Yeah, but it’s different, when you’re on a date. They’re cuter when you’re with someone. Especially if that someone is really cute, too.” Mike looked down at me and I was again stunned by his radiance. Even in the low light by the ocean, he seemed to glow. “Mar, I know you’re still thinking of running away. I know you’re still scared of hurting me or me hurting you. But, whatever you decide, I’ll respect it.” “I… want you to stay with me. But, I’m scared you’ll think I’m not enough. I mean…” I gestured at his impressive body. “Look at you. You are gorgeous. And huge. You’ll probably keep getting huger. What happens when I can’t keep you satisfied. That why Carlos…” “You have some pretty skewed ideas about self-worth and relationships, babe. Sure, I like a good fuck as often as the next guy. But a relationship isn’t all sex. It’s talking about how work went and making dinner and doing yardwork and having soap fights while washing dishes.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his pecs. “If I get too big for you, I guess I’ll just have to learn how to bottom.” Mike smiled. “Not that I’ve ever done that for anyone before.” “I’m flattered.” “Marlon, you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, the rest of forever with.” “We’ve only known each other two weeks.” “Not true. I’ve been… kinda… bus stalking you since you moved into the neighborhood.” “What?” “Yeah, I usually got off work an hour before you do, so I would wait and try and get on the bus I knew you would be on. I saw you two years ago and thought ‘Damn, he’s really cute. I wonder what it’ll take for him to notice me?’” He grinned sheepishly. “I mean, it sounds like a frikkin’ Disney movie, but I got to know you by watching you.” “Really?” “Yeah, I already knew what type of person you were when I followed you home. Any time there was a mom with little kids on the bus, you had some kind of picture book stashed in your briefcase and you’d keep them occupied while mom got some rest. Or when Thelma, from the assisted living home, needed help with the groceries, you’d get off the bus three stops later to carry her bags.” Mike was blushing a deep crimson. “You gave that guy a dollar when he didn’t have enough change for the bus. I followed you to your house and exposed your secret, Mar, and the first thing you did was offer me cookies and a drink. You are a good person, and I just never quite knew how to approach you.” “You mean, you’ve bee waiting an extra hour to get on the bus just to see ME?” Mike reached up and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah. Sounds kinda creepy, doesn’t it? I think I better just…” He turned to leave, with a hangdog expression on his face. “Turn the fuck around and look at me, Mike.” His head turned and I saw him look a little hopeful. “I can’t believe you’ve been following me for almost two years, and that you noticed all the little stuff I did. That’s what attracted you?” “Yeah. You just… exuded… kindness. It’s like they say, those who have been hurt the most know how to help the best. I started working out, to see if I could catch your eye.” “It worked. But I was lost the first time I saw you on the bus too.” “What are you talking about?” “You had these blue eyes and an intensity that seemed almost wild. Whatever you were doing, you were in it deep. I thought you were like a force of nature, almost.” Now it was my turn to blush. “Like an earthquake or a riptide. Powerful, unpredictable, inescapable.” “So, we’re even?” “Even Steven.” “Really?” “Yeah. One more thing though.” “What’s that?” “My real name is Alex García.” “Fucking finally, putito. I was getting tired of trying to confirm it.” Ice filled my veins when I heard the voice that still haunted my nightmares right behind me.
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    Really thankful for all the wonderful feedback! Please be warned, this particular section contains/starts with a rather violent scene. Reader be warned. Smitten Part 5 It had been two months since I had woken up in Carlos’s basement. The chain he had used to hold me to the bed was long for a reason: I had become his chore boy over the course of my imprisonment. Every Friday, I washed his clothes, so he had “fresh threads” for clubbing with his friends on Saturday. Every Saturday and Wednesday, I prepped his meals in the kitchenette. I packed his cooler with the Tupperware he used to haul around his bodybuilder’s menu every day. Every Sunday, I made his cheat meal for dinner. I had learned to cook well before being chained up, but now I made meals with an almost military precision. Nothing burned, nothing wasted, nothing over-seasoned. I had spent the first night after burning his chicken thighs between his thighs while he watched one of the unabridged Lord of the Rings films. When the white wizard fell from his tower onto the spike, he squeezed, and my neck cracked a little. “Next time you burn my protein, putito, I’ll crack it all the way.” Carlos was prepping for a show in November, the California Turkey Classic, or some other shit like that. Or rather, I was prepping him. He really didn’t need to keep up the diet or the gym, but he did anyway to keep up appearances. “Big dude stops going to the iron pit but keeps gettin’ bigger… you do the math.” He would say. Carlos was magnificent. Every day he seemed to perfect himself a little more under my unwilling but lustful gaze. He was inching towards 400 pounds of pure power by now, at 367. I had been bringing him up slowly, but phenomenally, at around four pounds of muscle per week. One Saturday night, he came home blitzed out of his mind. I gathered from his shouting that some twink had turned him down because he “didn’t like meatheads.” I was scared. Carlos just might snap my neck if he was in a foul enough mood. “Get up, putito.” I looked over at him and edged away. He was drunk, and my fear outweighed my common sense. “I said GET…UP…putito.” He growled, yanking my chain. The hinge on the manacle slid down my bicep, gouging out a three-inch cut. “Now look what you made me do. You’re bleeding. Who’s gonna want damaged goods like you now, except for me, my little puto?” His face cracked into a lopsided grin. “Lose the pants, slut. My date didn’t pan out and I need some ass tonight.” I shucked my jeans and underwear. If I was quick and quiet, he might even use lube. “Thas right, putito.” He slurred. “I’m comin’ in hot, so you better be ready.” My torso slammed into the mattress, thrusting my ass into the air. In spite of myself, I was hard. Some physiological responses can’t be conditioned out. “Aw, do I make the putito hard? Does he like big, bad Carlos and his big-ass fuck stick?” I breathed in. He slapped my ass, hard. “ANSWER ME!” “Y-yes…” I was close to tears at this point. “…I like how big you are.” By now, his hands were almost big enough that his pinkies could rest on my hip bone while his index fingers teased my nipples. He had wanted those monster mitts, and they came with his increased height. I could feel his cock sliding between my glutes. I had never taken anything that big, mainly because I had never taken anything up the rear before. “It’s intoxicating. I lose control around you, you’re so big.” “Then beg for it, putito. Beg for this dick.” His hands wrapped around my rib cage and he squeezed ever so slightly. “Beg for it before I crush your fuckin’ ribs.” I didn’t know that where your ribs joined your breastbone could crack like that until he did it for the first time. “Please…” I sobbed, “Please just put it in me already!” And he entered me. It was wild. It was amazing. It was painful. It broke what was left of my spirit. This was torture, to be locked up by a man so gorgeous and yet so disgusting. To feel sexual bliss and, simultaneously, violation. My soul wanted Chris, but my body responded to Carlos. I will never forget it, because he was my first. Why did he have to be my first? I openly wept as he ejaculated into me. When he pulled out, I curled up and my body shook. This was not vengeance for a past violation. It was wrong then, but it was worse now. This was rape, and I felt that my body had betrayed me to him. “I’ll be leaving in the morning for the Pilgrim Classic, whore. I’ll be back some time next Saturday afternoon. If win, you better be ready to help me win my next show. I want you bent over and ready for me by the time I get down into the basement on Saturday, putito.” He stomped up the stairs, and I broke down. * * * “So, that bitch Jenny moved in to snatch the smoothie I made for the hot guy at the gym. She was all ‘One jumbo protein deluxe, on the house’ with her number on the cup.” Mike was having fun, telling me about his coworkers. “Of course, I was keyed in at the register, so it would’ve been out of my paycheck.” He snorted, “Boy, was she surprised we he asked, ‘Is this the cute man’s number or yours?’” “Oh my gosh, he didn’t!” The spoon froze halfway to my mouth. “No way!” “Yeah, but it turns out he just didn’t like her using my cashbox to fuel her dick quest.” Mike took a bite of the panna cotta and talked lumpily through it. “Straight as an arrow, but willing to take a bitch down a notch.” “You have such interesting coworkers, Mike. Mine just go on and on about Deleuze and Guattari this and Judith Butler that, arguing about pedagogy and second language acquisition methods. I’m just trying to get my students to be interested in what I teach, not shake their world view to pieces like a hungry rottweiler with a chicken.” I took the last bite from the plate and held it up to him. He looked pleasantly surprised and opened his mouth for it. “Yeah, but yours are all sexy and brainy, like you.” “Hardly, I’m the youngest one in my department by almost fifteen years, and it’s hard to imagine Dr. Gómez as sexy.” “Point taken, Marlon. Or is it, Dr. Marlon?” “It was almost doctor, at one point. Then I had to move again. Curious neighbors and an angry straight guy.” I sighed. “All I had left was my dissertation.” “So, it wasn’t…” “No, fortunately Carlos hasn’t found me yet.” “Carlos? You never told me his name.” “Yeah, Carlos Cruz Castillo. He was on track to be Mr. Olympia for a time. He won three amateur shows in two months, then went on to get his pro card less than six months later. He was the fastest competitor to ever hit the Olympia stage. He was pissed when he lost. Didn’t realize how political the show would be. They can’t let some nobody go and unseat the champ his first year, can they? I’ll show you the marks sometime, if you’re unlucky.” “I remember… He got banned from the show for two years for ripping off a judge’s tie.” “Having second thoughts about hanging out with me?” I smirked. “He might find me and he’s still pretty damn big. Last I saw he was sitting pretty at around 350 and placed third in Vegas at the 2035.” I picked at my teeth for a moment. “Nowhere near as shredded as when I was his secret weapon though.” “Well if he comes for you, you’ll just have to make sure I’m bigger than him then.” Mike gripped my hand. “I mean, right now he would outweigh me by about a buck, but you jammed around forty pounds onto me last Friday afternoon. I went to the gym and they gave me a trainer job after I showed them what I could throw around in the pit now.” He flexed his bicep and I swear I heard threads on his polo pop. “I really ought to thank you, that job came with a forty percent raise! You know…” I barely heard anything he had said after “make sure I’m bigger than him.” There was no hesitation. He would protect me if he had to. As they were wont to do, the tears came. There was no sobbing, just a gentle flow of tears. “Damn it, Mike!” He stopped gabbing and looked at me. “You are just too perfect to be real!” I wiped my eyes with my napkin in my free hand. “Has the past few years just been a fever dream? Am I still locked up, chained to that dirty twin bed? God damn!” Mike let go of my hand and stood up. He came around the table and looked down at me. He wasn’t hot anymore, he was beautiful. He pulled me out of my chair and wrapped his arms around me and he whispered in my ear: “I am yours, Marlon. I will never let you feel like you did when Carlos had you ever again.” I wrapped my arms around him in a short embrace, then pulled him toward my car. I wasn’t going to let this one escape me.
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    I’m really glad that people are enjoying this story! Part 4 will be up tomorrow!
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    Next part I had the day off yesterday, so I reviewed the next section I had and decided to go on and post it. There's a little bit of rough language in this one. Things get worse before they get better. Smitten part 3 “So, I come over and find not one, but two little putos at my cousin’s apartment. And one of them looks a lot bigger than the last time I came over.” The guy standing in the door was massive. He was shorter than Chris by one or two inches, but he looked like he would have to turn sideways to come through the door. “Carlos…” Chris breathed. “Shit.” “Okay, flaquito, how did you go from skinny shit to big boy in two weeks?” The new man, Carlos, blocked the door with his considerable bulk. What he lacked in height, he made up for in sheer mass. Like Chris, his waist was tight and his shoulders were broad. Unlike Chris, his twenty-four-inch biceps had not been subjected to my gifts of enhancement. He was the result of hard work and a cocktail of who knows what supplements. “You better tell me, or I’ll have to ask your little güerito boyfriend here what he knows.” He pointed at me. “And I won’t be gentle.” “Get the fuck outta my apartment.” Chris was awfully brave for someone who was behind me. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into him. “We’re done with you Carlos.” Carlos grinned. “Protecting your piece of ass, flaquito? That’s what I like about you, babe. You’re pretty brave even though you know I can kick your ass from here to Tijuana. Even though we’re in Cali, going from L.A. to the border is still a long way with my boot up your ass.” He twisted past the doorframe and moved closer to us. “I heard you say that you were up to 240.” He pushed Chris off the scale and got on. “Even if we take about ten pounds off for my clothes, I still outweigh you by around fifteen pounds. But fifteen is too small a gap for me. I want to hit 300 by next year and it’s already August.” His big meaty paw snapped onto my shoulder. “So, share your secret pendejo, or I’ll have to ask the putito what he knows.” He drummed his fingers on my shoulder. I noticed that each time he did so, he seemed to get simultaneously closer to my neck and the outer side of my shoulder. I looked down and watched the dial on the scale. While it was bouncing a little from Carlos’s movements, it never went all the way down to the previous number. 255…257…260…264… This did not go unnoticed by Chris either. “Alex! You have to relax.” My eyes snapped back to Chris. My Chris, my first kiss. My possibly first sexual experience. I melted. “Ch-Chris… help…” Tears welled up in my eyes. I could tell that Carlos was not a good dude. “I’m sc-scared. Chris…” “Look at me Alex.” He looked me in the eyes and I calmed down a little. “I’ve got this.” I nodded and looked down at the scale. 275. The fucker had gained twenty pounds and it was all my fault. Thirty-five pounds more muscle would be a huge advantage. “Oh, you got this, puto? YOU got THIS?!?” He reached up and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, ripping it down the middle. I took the opportunity to step back. He took a fist and pounded it on his chest, making a thick thud resound in the apartment bathroom. “I’m gonna beat you until you enjoy it, puto. Then, I’m gonna put this…” He grabbed his crotch. “…so far up your ass you can taste it!” I had to help Chris. I had to help him somehow. For his part, Chris was remarkably calm. He looked at me and grimaced. “You want to know my secret?” He filled up a cup with water from the sink. “Tap water, extra pipe taste. That’s all I use.” I got the hint. I looked at him and concentrated. I would pump him so full of muscle he would make Carlos look like a little girl. I would make him so tall, that bitch would have to look up to see his crotch. Chris cracked his knuckles and smiled. “Let’s go, then. We’ll see whose dick winds up in whose ass.” He started to swell. “See, mine’s gotten a lot bigger. I think you’ll be able to take about half.” They slammed into each other, locking hands. “Then, I’m gonna let my man Alex finish with your ass. How do you think that’ll feel, brah, having a little twink not even half your size fuck ya until ya cum?” “Fuck no, bitch! I’m on top!” Carlos still had the upper hand, but Chris was gaining. Their perverse game of mercy seemed evenly matched after I pushed Chris for about thirty seconds. Chris smiled, pushing Carlos back a few steps and getting on the scale. There was only about a five-pound difference between them now. Chris was 280. He was bigger. His grin split open, revealing his beautiful teeth. He opened his hands and flexed the fingers, bending Carlos’s back at the wrist. I could actually SEE his paws widen. “Looks like I’m gonna win, bitch.” Chris’s tank top split open in the front. He didn’t have to rip it, his pecs did it for him. His shorts were looking more and more like a g string as time went on, with a heavy basket up front. His boner swelled, ripping its way out of the spandex. No easy feat, I’m sure. “And like you said…” Chris slammed Carlos against the wall. Carlos had to let go and use his big arms to support himself on the wall. With one swift movement, Chris lifted Carlos’s legs and tore his jeans off. “I won’t be gentle.” There was no denying that Chris had to be pushing about 6’7” and 300 pounds now. He brought Carlos down on his cock. Hard. Carlos howled. “It fuckin’ hurts, man! Stop! Stop it! Stop it n-no-nowowowow!” The previously larger man’s pain changed to moans of pleasure. “Looks like I hit the spot, huh, Carlos?” Chris smiled menacingly. “And I’m only halfway in. I’m gonna bring you right to the edge and then, I’m gonna stop.” Chris spun Carlos on his dick, so his feet hit the floor. How did he do that? I realized that he had to be holding Carlos off the ground with his incredible strength to be able to use him like a masturbation sleeve. Chris reached up and grabbed Carlos’s face, pointing his eyes at me. “Right when you’re at the edge, I’m gonna let the man you threatened take you.” Carlos moaned and went limp. Chris looked disappointed. “Was that all you could take?” He slapped him in an effort to rouse him. “Guess so.” The monster pulled Carlos off his cock, which was still hard. He smiled at me then. “Chris…what did you do?” “I paid him back for what he did last time he came over. And there was no way I was going to let him threaten my man.” “But you ra-” “I know, Alex. I know. Just like he did me two weeks ago on the couch. I wasn’t strong enough to fight back then.” He did a double bicep flex. “But I am now.” Chris looked at the crumpled man on the floor. “That fucker got what he deserved: a taste of his own medicine.” “He talked like you guys had a history.” “And we did.” Chris shrugged. “We dated on and off since I moved in to this apartment with Paco two years ago. He was hot. Then he got big, and he was hotter. Too hot for his own good.” Chris looked down at me. “You and I talked about communication a while ago. He talked and did things but stopped listening. I dumped his ass when he came in drunk and shoved himself up mine when I said I didn’t want it that night. Paco helped me kick him out, but apparently he had a key.” My savior looked at Carlos again. “I know I promised him you’d get in on the revenge, but you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.” “Th-thanks. I don’t think I could ever do something like that.” “Fair enough. I do owe you for that extra help earlier. Though, I didn’t think you would make me this big.” “More to explore, I guess.” “I’ll be right out. I’m going to wash this guy off my dick and kick him all the way out of the apartment.” Chris grabbed my face. “Then I’ll come back and we’ll talk about you being my man.” He kissed me full on the lips. I walked out of the bathroom and to the living area. I heard a crack from the bathroom. I thought somebody was getting what they deserved. I thought my problem was over. * * * The kiss was wonderful. Mike was beautiful. He looked like a young Schwarzenegger suddenly, just dirty blond and blue eyed. His deep tan shimmered in the light of my apartment. It wasn’t right. I broke our kiss just as he was opening his mouth. “Damn…” Mike smiled and said, “Was that a good ‘damn,’ or a bad one?” “I… I think it was both.” His smile was infectious, causing a small grin to crack my face. I stood up and started to move away from him, turning toward the kitchen. I felt a hand grab my butt and give it a squeeze. It was bigger than the one that held mine when I was sitting at the table. I don’t think he could have grabbed my whole glute before meeting me. “Mike, I need you to stop.” I didn’t turn around. “Please.” “Is everything okay? Marlon, tell me what I did wrong. Please, Marlon.” His hand slid up to my shoulder. My hands were trembling. I crossed my arms and raised them up to my shoulders as well. “Marlon, you’re shaking like a dog in a thunderstorm. I need you to communicate with me.” He pulled my thin body into his, wrapping his arms around me. “What is going on?” “Just let go, please. Mike, I…” I looked back and up at him. I was aware of his pecs pushing into my back and my butt rubbing a hard crotch. My eyes were clouding up with tears. “I don’t think I can do this to you.” If he had not let me go, I would not have been able to pull away and whip around to face him. I wish I hadn’t turned around, because I would not have seen how beautiful he was in full then. “You…you are perfect. Perfect. You are just so wonderful and beautiful and…” I wasn’t being my usual controlled self, and words were spilling out of me unbidden. “I don’t know if I can trust you. I can’t trust me to be around you. I would just pour so much into you and you made me think of him.” “Was it because I said I understood how he felt, wanting to keep you around?” I nodded. “Marlon, I can tell you’re scared.” I sat down and put my elbows on the table, head in hands. “So, we’ll do it your way. Do you want me to be with you?” I nodded again. “But…” “Shut up Marlon. I obviously want you to be with me. Do you want to be with me?” The last phrase was almost a whisper. “Fuck yes. I want to be with you.” I looked at him and I think it spooked him a little, to see so much hunger and pleading in my eyes. “But, look at what I’ve done to you. I changed you without asking. I’m scared that I won’t stop, that you’ll think I don’t see you as ever enough.” He opened his mouth, whether in astonishment or to start talking. “Don’t you see what I’ve done?” I grabbed fistfuls of my hair. “I think it’s hot.” I stopped suddenly. “It gets my motor going to think you could just look at me and I could get bigger. Also, how could I ever think I wasn’t good enough for you? You said earlier that the changes only happen to guys you think are hot. I would be more offended if you suddenly stopped blowing me up.” I couldn’t help it. I giggled. “Maybe someday you’ll get your power under better control, then you could grow your guy whenever you wanted. I can wait for that. So, until then, we’ll take it as slow as you want.” “Mike, what happens if we try to pursue a real relationship? What do we do when we get…intimate?” I still hadn’t looked up and was almost whispering. “What happens when you inevitably become too good for me, too big for me to be useful? He always said he was too good for me… that he kept me because I was useful.” “What do you mean, Mar?” His eyes had clouded over, not with tears like mine, but something else that I couldn’t identify. “When… he kept me in the basement, he seemed to… feed off of me being there. He said I was useful, for all his… urges.” I felt a tear run down the side of my nose. “He… he was my first. He was the first man, the only man, to ever have sex with me. He took it away, and I just let him. I feel so… dirty.” “Marlon…” He knelt down and looked up at my face from the floor. “Marlon, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me next Friday night? If I weird you out too much, if you feel pressured in any way, I promise I will leave you alone forever and you won’t even have to move. Just go to dinner with me next Friday.” That jolted me out of my weepy state. “Are you sure?” “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to try to persuade you.” “What will people say, a big guy like you, dating a pencil-neck like me?” “Hopefully something along the lines of ‘Damn, I’ve gotta be that big to catch a little hottie like that?’ and then they’ll come to the gym I work at.” “You worked at a gym before I did all this?” “Yeah, as a personal trainer. I was a calisthenics and bodyweight exercise specialist.” I laughed out loud. “Okay, I work at the desk and juice bar. Happy?” “If they didn’t have you on the floor before, you’ll be out there now.” Another little tickle started up in my brain. “How about the age difference? I might be too old for you.” “How old are you?” “Twenty-nine.” “Well, I’m twenty-five. It won’t be much different from a freshman and a senior dating in high school. Four years isn’t all that much, and I’ll be twenty-six next week. And…” He seemed to swell as he turned his arms in and flexed his pecs. “I think all this bulk matures me a little.” I smiled again. “So, where would you like to have dinner, Mike? I have to warn you, even though I live in Florida now and am originally from California, I don’t like seafood. So, no beachfront, twilight dinners at a seafood shack.” “Fair enough. How about we meet in that little Italian place on 35th street, say around seven in the evening? I’m sure we’ll find something we can both enjoy there.” “That sounds good Mike.” “Seven o’clock, Marlon. Don’t be late. I don’t care what you wear, but don’t be late.” “I’m looking forward to it, Mike.” He smiled and stood up, walking toward the door. Damn, that ass was glorious. I do fine work, if I stop to think about it. He put his hand on the knob and twisted. I stood and walked over behind him. “And, Mike…” He turned with and inquiring look. I gave him a peck on the cheek and he smiled. “I like to split dessert after a good meal.” I was being reckless, and I knew it. I was simultaneously going too slow and too fast. After the last time, I felt a need to at least have a little of what I wanted. Would it prove to be too risky? * * * I woke up and everything was darkness. My eyes were open and, even though there was nothing covering them, I couldn’t see anything. I felt weird, sluggish. I lifted my hand to my head, only to find a chain wrapped and padlocked around my forearm. “You awake, putito?” I stiffened. “I heard the chain rattle, puto. Either you’re awake, or you’re waking up. I don’t really care. I’m comin’ in.” A door out of sight opened, letting light flood the room I found myself in. I was chained to a bed in a pretty nicely furnished basement. A TV sat in the corner, and I assume the remote was on the table next to my bed. A washer and dryer sat opposite the TV, at the foot of the bed. There was even a kitchenette and refrigerator. The chain looked like it would give me the freedom to explore almost to the bottom stair. Heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs. “Are you surprised to see me, putito? Did you think your little bitch boyfriend could keep you safe? No matter how big a guy gets, a quick slam to the back of the head with a pipe will take ‘im down pretty easy.” Carlos came fully into view then, all 275 pounds of him. “Is… is Chris okay?” I asked him this, half not wanting to hear the answer. Carlos was wearing running shorts and what looked like a wrestling singlet. His legs were massive and much more shredded than I would have given him credit for. His round glutes stuck out like a shelf behind him. Carlos’s tight waist looked carved from stone and his pecs cast a deep shadow over his abs. His choice of clothing left no crevice of his body to the imagination. He may as well have been wearing a speedo for all the tight gear hid. “I dunno. He’ll probably wake up with a really bad headache later. By then, I shouldn’t have to sneak up on him. I should be more than big enough to take that putote down a few pegs.” He came closer to me and I withdrew. “See, I think I figured out how he went from putillo to chacaloso to bodybuilder in just a few weeks.” He sat down on the bed and yanked my chain, so I was forced to join him. “In fact, I think I know who was behind it.” “Y-you think he found some new w-workout secret? A new trainer?” “Nah, putito. I think he found himself some…” He grabbed my free left hand and dragged it to his chest. “Ins-pi-ra-tion.” With each syllable he bounced one of his prodigious pectorals. I couldn’t help myself. I was immediately hard. “Real good inspiration.” His pec swelled in my hand. “That’s what I thought. You did that to him. Good thing is, you don’t seem to be able to choose who you pump with this juice of yours. You just let that little dick of yours do the choosing.” He grabbed my chained hand and brought it to his abs, which also tightened considerably. “That’s right putito. Keep going. I’m going to be twice the man Chris was.” My crotch throbbed. I was so screwed. * * * I stepped out of my car in the parking lot of Napoli, which promised to be a great little Italian joint. I drove because I was still being cautious. I would not be caught of guard by another man. I wasn’t sure if I was overdressed in my khaki slacks and button-down shirt, but I wanted to make a good impression on Mike. Or, a good second impression. Maybe he would see me and think I thought I was better than him. Like Ari, the last guy I flirted with. Maybe he’d think I wasn’t good enough, like Frank, the socialite I helped out for a few months when he hosted the Conch Ball. I laughed to myself a little at that. No one was good enough for Frank before I got my hands on him, he would never think anyone was good enough for him now that he looked like he was sculpted out of black marble. “Glad you’re having some fun, Mar.” I whipped around to face Mike. “I’m also glad I found some nice clothes too. Otherwise I would feel a little out of place.” He was in a royal purple polo shirt and black slacks. Everything looked painted on. I could even see the outline of his abs through the fabric. He looked like an illustration from a comic book. Damn superheroes. They make me weak. “There’s no way you would ever be out of place in anything you wear. You’re gorgeous.” He started laughing and my hand snapped to my mouth, stunned at what I had just said. “We’re off to a better start than I thought we would be. We won’t even need wine, if you’re going to open up this soon.” “I don’t drink. Never have.” I smiled sheepishly. “I never could stand alcohol.” “Damn, then I’m just going to have to work a little…” he jutted out his pecs “…harder…” *ungh* he flexed his abs “…to get you to loosen up some.” The effect was stunning. “I got us a special table, my friend Gino saved it just for us. I know you said no seafood or dock restaurants, but I think you’ll like this table.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the deck area in the back. We moved quickly, and he almost seemed to drag me, like an excited puppy on his first walk. We turned a corner, went up some stairs, and I found myself underneath a blanket of stars. “Even though we’re in the city, for some reason you can still see the stars here.” There was one table in the middle of this upper deck, with two place settings and a candle. Mike pulled my chair out for me and I sat down. “I… kinda took the liberty of ordering for you,” he said, pointing to the dish in front of me. “I really, really want tonight to go off without a hitch. I thought that, maybe if I were a little gentlemanly…” “Thanks, Mike. The last guy I dated never thought about little details like that.” “Wasn’t the last guy you were with the…” His eyes widened. “Yeah. It was a terrible stab at a joke. It’s been a long time since I had to exchange small talk, and it seems like with you I was already closing in on the big stuff.” “Should we be picking out china patterns then?” “God no, I wouldn’t want to tie you down in the prime of your life. I’d wait until you were desperate. That’s the only way I’d really have a chance.” I smiled. “Then we’ll get plain beige plates, because I said so.” Mike looked at me, stunned for a moment. Suddenly he roared with laughter. “Mar, that was great! I can’t believe you just said that! Was that whole…” He waved his hand in a general circle around me, “…shell thing an act?” My grin split open and I was laughing now. As we slowly regained control of our faculties, he wiped tears out of his eyes. “Anyway, I hope you like beef. I ordered you veal cannelloni in white sauce.” It was like he had read my stomach. “That’s my favorite type of sauce, but I’ve never really eaten veal before. It’ll be nice to try something new.” I looked over at the riot of red on his plate and asked, “What are you eating?” “Pasta puttanesca. With oysters.” He licked his lips. “You, college man, might appreciate all the implications of that order.” “If there’s chocolate in the dessert, then your intentions have been laid bare.” “Shit, and I was going to have some dark chocolate panna cotta brought to the table.” “Stop, I can only get so aroused.” “Really?” I sighed. This banter was great, albeit a bit, well, silly. But I couldn’t let myself get carried away. “Really. It seems like, even before I got hold of you, you just oozed sex and sexuality.” He lifted his fork to his mouth and took a bite of the spaghetti. Even that was sexy. “I just can’t believe that you would go for someone like me, after what I did to you.” He scowled and dropped the fork. Mike pushed back from the table stood up. His left hand hit the tablecloth with a good deal of force and his right index finger was right in my face. “I thought I told you, I…WANT…TO…BE…HERE.” Every word was punctuated by a wagging finger in front of my nose. It was quite like having your grandmother scold you for not eating the third helping of cookie dough ice cream that she put on your plate without asking. If grandma looked like she could bench press a Jeep. “You need to get past this.” His hand curled under my chin. “Look at me.” I was so forcefully reminded of Chris that tears almost came to my eyes. “I want to be with you because you’re you.” And he kissed me. He kissed me, and my toes curled in my shoes as I kissed him back. “Now finish your cannelloni.” “Yes sir.” My enthusiasm surprised even me. We kept talking as moths came down and flitted around the candle. I’m not sure when my hand wound up in his, but our fingers were intertwined, and I did my best to eat with my right hand while he struggled with his left. Gino attended us very well, making sure that our water glasses were never empty and that we had enough of anything else our hearts desired. When he finally came back and asked us, “Will you lovebirds be having anything else tonight?” I answered almost immediately. “Bring a chocolate panna cotta and two spoons. We’re going to share.”
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    Thank you all so much for the wonderful reception to my story! Here's the second part. It does begin to take a dark turn here and the two stories will come together eventually. I hope you all keep enjoying it! Smitten Part 2 “Can I come in?” asked Johnny Blue-eyes. Again, he reached for his gray shirt and tugged on the collar. Was that because of what I did, or was it a nervous habit? “I really want to know what you did to me.” The washing machine seemed to be deafening in the silence that followed those words. I had a few choices. The first and easiest was to tell him that I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Lie to him and close the door. The second, more dangerous option was to tell him the truth. To invite this beautiful man in and tell him that I could improve him. The last time I did that, well… “Look, I’m not mad at you. I just want to know what you did.” I sighed and gestured for him to come in the house. I closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked just in case I had to make a break for it and leave my life behind again. “Do you want something to drink? I have water, soda, milk…” “Yeah, some water would be nice.” “Sure thing…uh…” “Michael. Mike.” “You got it Mike, one glass of water, extra pipe taste.” He smiled. “So, Mike…” I said, sitting down at the table and signaling him to do the same. Instead of sitting across from me, like a normal person, he sat next to me. This had never happened before. Well, not since Chris… “What gave me away?” “I think it had to be the fact that you noticed the changes to my body at the same rate I was noticing them. I swelled a little, your eyes would get a little wider, and so on.” “Yep, that about sums it up. Mike, my power doesn’t really have any secrets to it. I see a guy I think is cute and I make him bigger. I don’t always have full control over it, as our little bus ride shows. It always starts slow, but inevitably somebody gets greedy.” I shrugged, he smiled. “Sometimes, guys have a real problem with the fact that it’s a guy crushing on them. Then they try to crush me.” “Why would anybody do something like that?” Mike asked. “I mean, even if I weren’t bi, I would appreciate the ogling and the extra benefits.” He bounced his pecs a few times to drive this home. “You’d think that a guy would be grateful, now that he’s gotten like six months of workouts out of the way on the bus ride home.” “I know, right? However, that’s how I got my first broken leg. I lied to the hospital and said my car fell on it while I was changing my oil. That was the only way my femur could have legitimately snapped in two without me or the guy I enhanced being locked in a science lab or a military complex. I just happened to crush on the wrong homophobe. He never realized I built him like a Buick.” “Shit.” “Yes. But, that isn’t the only outcome. Sometimes, when a guy finds out it was me that changed him, he wants more and doesn’t want to stop.” I shuddered a little and my voice cracked. “Ever. He just keeps going until I get away.” I held up my left arm, which had a scar that ran from the top of my bicep to my wrist. “That’s how I got this one. I was really young, and he was hot and really into what I could do to him. I got carried away and he carried me away some more.” “Fuck man, what happened?” Mike seemed to be genuinely concerned over this. “He got greedy. Then he learned that my power doesn’t give you a new normal. You have to work to keep it up. So, he held onto me for maintenance and enhancement purposes for three years. You could see why this is a big deal for me, talking about this to someone else about my skill after so much time.” I felt a tear run down my cheek and I wiped it away quickly. “If there’s one thing it taught me to be locked in that basement, it was how to keep my emotions in check.” * * * I broke away from Chris’s lip lock, but my hand stayed right where he left it. He opened his eyes and asked, “Why’d ya stop? We were just gettin’ to the good part.” He smirked and gave his hips a little pop, pushing his groin further into my hand. I seemingly involuntarily tightened my grip a bit. His smirk split further into a big grin. “That’s my Alex, grab it tighter. I don’t wanna pop off just yet.” I let go of him then. His grin slid off his face like water off a windowpane. “What’s wrong, Al?” I slipped away from him a little more and mumbled a bit. “What?” “That was the first time I ever did…anything…with anyone before.” I half whispered. Chris looked shocked. “I’m still a virgin, in all senses of the word.” This time he had a response. “Damn, Alex. Why didn’t you say anything before? I wouldn’t have kept going like that if I knew you were a sundae with the cherry on the bottom.” His crotch seemed to deflate a little and he grabbed me by the shoulders. Then he bit his lip and smiled a little. “C’mon in man. We’ll talk some more about this, give you the right experience.” He had a little trouble extricating his key from his pocket and opened the door. Was Chris always so tall? As we crossed the threshold, I was shocked by how clean the place was for three guys living there. The kitchen was in great order and the floors even looked polished. “Shoes off at the door, man. Last time Paco got past the entrance with his muddy boots I came close to ripping his balls off.” He looked around. “Looks like Paco is out and Mark won’t be back until next month.” He said, beckoning me to follow him to his room. We went in together. Again, spotless. I grinned a little. Now I knew who the neat freak was for sure. “That’s right, relax. Here…” He gave me a little push onto his bed and I sat. “Now, I’m going to make up to you for trying to eat you on the porch. This…” He leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. “…is a kiss.” He did it again. And again. And a fourth time. I whimpered. He opened his mouth. I gasped. “Are you okay?” “Y…yeah, Chris. I’m swell.” Accidental double entendre. That made me blush more. His hands returned to my shoulders. “Alex, it’s important that you communicate. I can’t have a good time if you aren’t having a good time. If I get off and you didn’t want what you got, it sucks afterward. I would love to fuck with you, but not if it destroys our friendship. You’ve got to be happy for me to be happy.” He smiled and gave me a little squeeze on the shoulder. “So where should I go next?” He traced down my torso with his hand “The front or…” He slid his hand from just above my hard cock to my rear end. “…the back door?” He groped my ass, squeezing the glutes I had built from years of hiking and biking. Mine weren’t awesomely big like his, just tight and sensitive. I moaned, and the front of my pants got even tighter. “So, Alex likes it when I do this…” He pulled himself in tighter and palmed my butt like it was a basketball. I reached out and put my hands on his pecs. He flexed them, causing his shirt to bulge. He even flared his lats out a little, giving me some wings to hold on to. He was bigger than before. A lot bigger. “Do you want me to stop?” “Fuck no, keep growing! That’s hot!” “If you insist I’ll keep go… wait…” He paused. “Did you say growing?” Chris pulled back and looked down at himself. “Are you talking about my… cock…” He tapered off when he realized that I was not only referring to his genitalia. He was amazing. Of course, he was amazing before. But this new Chris was a work of art. Where Chris had been around 6’2”, and about 185 pounds this morning, he was now much larger. His height hadn’t changed all that much. He had gained maybe an inch. The change was in his muscle. His tank top, previously just barely meeting the top of his shorts, now barely covered maybe the first row and a half of his abs. They had tightened up as he grew, with deep cuts that you could probably lose a quarter in. His arms had grown from about eighteen inches to what appeared to be twenty-two, and his pecs were like two halves of a watermelon, straining the straps of his shirt. His legs had blown up too. His calves were almost as big as my thighs were. But the shorts were the best. Not only had his quads forced the legs up, but his butt and crotch had pulled them too. His running shorts were almost like square cut trunks now, every bulge visible. “Alex…what’s happened to me?” Chris said, taking off his tank to reveal his torso fully. “I’m huge!” He rubbed his pecs and his cock twitched some more. He even tweaked his nipple. “I wonder…” He ran off and disappeared into a room down the hall. “YESSSS! Alex, get in here!” I ran down the hall into the bathroom, where I found him standing on the scale. “Look at that, I weigh 240! I’ve gained almost sixty pounds since earlier today!” “TODAY? Chris… that’s not normal. Are you… Do you feel okay?” I was worried because I had no idea what had caused this. Was his heart going to be fine with all that extra mass? His eyes bugged out a little and he suddenly gripped his chest, breathing hard. I could hear his heart beating, trying to keep up with the sudden addition of sixty pounds. The thuds got progressively less pronounced and his breathing seemed to calm. “That… was a… fucking…rush.” He laughed a little. “It was like all my cardio caught up to my bulking all at once. Ya know, after a long winter of pizza ya gotta get them abs out for summer. Feels like that.” He breathed in deeply. “I feel like I could take down the whole defensive line of another team, all by myself.” He flexed his bicep, pushing out his veins. It looked like a softball. “Am I doing this or…” Chris’s face twisted as he concentrated on his image in the mirror, holding his breath. He expelled all the air he had taken in in a sigh, upper body deflating slightly. “Maybe it’s you doing it.” He looked at me and grabbed me by the back of my head. Again, I was pulled in to his kiss and I just let go of myself. “It’s YOU!” He hollered, swelling up a bit more. “Fuckin’ swole now, maybe bigger than him…” “Bigger than who?” I couldn’t think of anybody bigger than Chris now. “Bigger than me, puto.” * * * “So, some guy kept you locked up in his basement for three years, just because you can blow folks up?” Mike hit a sleeve-straining bicep flex. “I mean, I can understand wanting to be around you more often after finding out about your…talents. But, locking you up?” He grabbed my hand and I pulled back. Human contact was not something that was high on my list of wants at the moment. He looked concerned. Luckily, I had several excuses ready. “The washer’s ready, and the cookies are too. Be right back.” I said, moving into my apartment’s kitchen to change the wash and pull out the treats. He looked mollified, but I knew that wouldn’t last too long. I can’t believe I was telling this complete stranger my story. I raised my voice a little so that he could hear me over my work. And here I was, doing my laundry like it was a normal Friday afternoon. “You know, you’re taking this very well for a normal, well-adjusted person. I would have expected you to run off because you thought I was nuts for suggesting this was possible.” The cookies now on a plate, I came back to the table. “At least, I would think you would freak out a little.” He pulled out the chair I had been in previously. “No. Don’t. Stop.” Mike’s deadpan delivery was spot on. “I would hate to look like a bodybuilder. Especially if it meant I would slowly get taller.” I chuckled a little. He really was a cute guy, inside and out. “I mean, really, I understand the guys wanting to hold on to you forever a lot better than the ones who run.” He reached for a cookie and popped it in his mouth. But his comment spooked me a little. “But, the more I think about it, the more I come to understand the runners. If you did this to me…” He indicated his body with both hands. “…imagine what you could do to someone who hates my guts. Or worse, yourself. If you got huge and mopped the floor with your kidnapper, that would be true justice, I think.” “Mike, my power doesn’t work on me. It only works on other guys. If I could make it work on me, I wouldn’t have dyed my hair and moved so far away from my original home. I would be up on the Olympia stage, living high on the hog. That’s also why I got a job as a lecturer in the Spanish department at the local university. I can run between semesters or during breaks really easily if I need to. It’s also a high visibility job, unlike my last one. If a teacher vanishes from campus, it won’t be long before someone tries to track them down. Even if it is just for grades.” I drank some of my water. “I have avoided falling for people as best as I could for the past seven years because of what happened last time.” Was he going to keep me too? He wasn’t as big as the last guy, but he did say he identified with him. That wasn’t what scared me. I had been a captive before, and Mike seemed like he would treat me better than my previous jailer. No, I was afraid that I would like belonging to Mike. He was so nice and honest. He reached out and touched my hand. I blushed a deep shade of red almost immediately. “Well, sir, it seems like that seven-year itch got a bit of a scratch today. I think I know how you feel about me.” He said, flaring his lats a bit. “I mean, given my improved state you must have thought I was cute, to say the least.” “Yes. You are very cute. I saw you on the bus and thought ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if he were attracted to me? If I could go out with him like a normal person.’ I thought that and that was what put us on this path.” I sighed. “But, I know you can’t really think I’m good looking, or even worth dating. I’m sure you must have all the girls lined up, looking for a night with Mike. I mean, who would want to be with someone like…” He stopped me with a kiss. “For a teacher, you don’t listen so well. Or pay attention to your surroundings.” “Can you blame me for having tunnel vision?” “I suppose not. I seem to remember mentioning that I was bi-sex-ual about half an hour ago. After sitting right next to you. After following you to your apartment. Before teasing you with a little flex here and there. Before grabbing your hand. I wish I had done things in a slightly different order though.” “Really?” “Yeah. I wish I had met you before I figured out your power. Then this flirting wouldn’t seem shallow and selfish. It would just be flirting.” I hadn’t done anything like this voluntarily with anyone since Chris. I felt like I was drowning in Mike’s blue eyes. I kissed him back and felt him grow.
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    Thank you very much! I’m trying really hard to make real characters in unreal situations. Thank you! I’ll post another part soon. It’s done, I’m just spreading it out and seeing if I want to change anything
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    Thank you! It’s the first story I’ve finished. Thanks you,
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    Thank you very much! Also, I can’t believe THE JayPat liked my story! 🤩
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    Hello all. I'm posting my first story here. I'll be doing it in parts, once or twice a week, so as not to overwhelm you all with a massive wall of text. The story is about thirty pages long in a word document and it's the first story I've ever completed. Please be gentle. Smitten The first thing that I noticed was that he was impossibly beautiful. He sat in front of me on the bus, playing who knows what on his telephone while he waited on his stop. I think he must have been really invested in the game, because every so often his face would bunch up in concentration or his thumb would speed to the opposite corner of his device. He was so engrossed that I was able to take him in, really see him. He was a little shorter than me, about five-foot-nine or ten. His hair was dirty blond, streaked with lighter, golden patches. But I knew that this was natural, a product of the time he spent in the sun. His skin was a rich tan, like coffee with a little too much milk. He had a light dusting of facial hair, slightly darker than what was on the rest of his head. But what got me were his eyes. There really isn’t a metaphor for just how blue they were. I would say they were like the sky on a clear day after a week of thunderstorms, or even the color of the sea where the water and sky seemed to blend. They were really blue. I was smitten, without even really seeing his body. Bad things happen when I get smitten. I let my eyes wander down slowly from his face. He wasn’t all that big, but I liked what I saw. His neck was thick enough that I could almost draw a line from his ears to his traps, which stood out enough to be perceptible. He had broad shoulders, at least half again as broad as mine. As he played on his phone, his chest would jerk, moving his t-shirt up and down slightly. I could tell without really seeing that his waist was pretty trim as well from the way that his shirt hung off his body. His biceps would stand out, too. His arms were about sixteen inches around and twitched with each swipe of his thumb. When he reached for his collar and gave it a tug though, I knew I was really in trouble. He was filling out his clothes a little more than he had been when I first saw him. His gray shirt was now stretched a fair bit tighter around his pecs and shoulders, causing the fabric to start to bunch up at the seams. I gasped. Unfortunately, it must have been audible because he looked up at me. I looked away, more slowly than I would like to admit, and I pulled the cord on the bus to signal my stop. This always happened when I thought someone was good looking. Those men tended to become so much more…enhanced after an encounter with me. It wasn’t something I really meant to do. It just sort of happened the first time. * * * I was fresh out of high school when I discovered my ability. I never really thought things like this were possible, but there I was: a sophomore in college because I had done so much dual enrollment in high school and I was out to graduate as early as possible here so that I wouldn’t have to interact with childish people any longer than I had to. I wasn’t a genius by any means, just a very hard worker with no real desire for a social life. Then I met Chris. He was about three inches taller than me and built rock solid. He liked to wear basketball shorts and T-shirts, even in the winter time. He was thicker than most other students his age, and a whole helluva lot stronger too. We sat next to each other in Philosophy 101 and Principles of Leadership 210. I still remember the color of his skin. It was like molten caramel, as if he had spent hours in the sun making sure he was the right shade of golden brown. He was really easy to talk to. I was never very sporty, but he was incredibly athletic. After a few classes, he invited me to come watch him play on the intramural football team. We weren’t really a big enough school to have an official team. I went, and I had a good time, even if I didn’t understand all the nuances of the game. Is football really nuanced? I don’t know. “I’m probably the most boring fan that ever came to one of your games, Chris.” I told him this after a particularly brutal game. His team, the Pygmy Dolphins, had faced off against the frat boy squad. They won, if only by one touchdown. “You were great, Alex! I promise, you were the best fan on the field.”, Chris said, laughing. “Now you’re just patronizing me. I didn’t even shout like everybody else.” “You didn’t need to shout. I could tell you were following the game pretty intently.” “Well… even though I don’t really know much about the game, I did think you were pretty cool. I’m always amazed that people can move like you do.” I smiled despite myself, enjoying our conversation. Like I said, the man was easy to talk to. “You must be tired after your game. Can I give you a ride home?” I was really pushing it. I wasn’t quite sure why I offered to give him a ride. It just seemed right at the time. “Yeah, man, that sounds great. I rode the bus to campus today and the last one just left five minutes ago.” He chuckled. “I guess that’s the price you pay for having fun.” “I would really hate for you to have to walk all the way home or catch a cab.” “Dude, Alex, that’s so awesome. Thanks, man, just let me shower in the gym and we’ll be on our way.” I knew that he wouldn’t take too long in the shower, but I had something to do anyway while I waited. I pulled out a copy of my current project and started to take notes. Really, I was truly the most boring person on campus. I was so thoroughly engrossed that I didn’t hear Chris come up behind me until he said “Whatcha workin’ on there, Alex?” I must have jumped a mile. “Chris! Don’t do that, dammit! You scared the living daylights out of me!” He was sitting there laughing at me. His change of clothes was very striking. He was now wearing a tight, black tank top that hugged every curve of his body. His pecs stuck out and stretched the ribbed fabric. Even his abs were visible through the thin fabric. He wasn’t wearing his normal basketball shorts, but some rather short running shorts that left very little to the imagination. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss before!” he said, guffawing. His pecs heaved and shuddered with every laugh. “It’s kinda funny.” “It is not!” “Chill, brah. It’ll be fine.” His black hair was plastered to his scalp, still wet from the shower. “Everybody fuckin’ cusses.” We both started laughing then. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder as he doubled over slightly from amusement. I felt a shiver run through me then and I withdrew a bit. “Hey, man, it’s getting late. We better get going if you want to wake up on time for class tomorrow.” “It’s only 8:30.” “But you have a 7:45 class with Dr. Furlong tomorrow, right?” “How do you know that?” Crap. I really stepped in it. What straight man would remember his hot friend’s full schedule? He looked me in the eye, as if seeing me for the first time. Save the conversation, Alex, save it! “As often as I’ve heard you complain about the professor not allowing coffee, how could I forget?” This seemed to mollify him as we arrived at my car. Thank god for a good memory! My loose lips could always seem to be overwritten by some memory from a previous conversation. I unlocked the doors and popped the trunk, so Chris could put his gym bag in. As he slid into the passenger seat, I cranked the car up. “Ready to head home?” “Yeah. Let’s go.” I drove as slowly as I dared to Chris’s downtown apartment. He lived over a bar in the downtown area with two other guys: Mark and Francisco. That was the only way they could afford an apartment in such a prime spot. Mark was a little older and currently in middle Georgia on an archeology internship, helping excavate and catalog Native American burial mounds for the national park service. Francisco, better known as Paco, was almost always at the university. As a film studies and cinematography major, he often spent the night on the cutting floor in one of the cots set up by the department. There was a dedicated group of majors. I pulled into the parking lot behind Chris’s building, unlocked the doors, and popped the trunk again. “You comin’ up?” * * * I can’t believe I lost control like that again. The man on the bus…he was just so hot to start with. I can’t move again, change my name again, dye my hair again. I had moved to this city, twelve hours away from ground zero of my first incident, to get away from my first victim. Alex was legally dead, and I was Marlon now. I walked to my apartment and sighed, pulling the keys out of my pocket. I can’t believe that I still missed Chris and my old life. That was more than seven years ago, but I swear I could still hear his voice sometimes, feel his touch on my shoulder. The house key slid into the lock easily, and I opened the door. My apartment was quite modest, just a simple one bedroom. I had saved up over time and bought a washer/dryer combo, and a nice refrigerator and oven. Thinking about that makes me smile a little bit. Unlike many people my age, I actually like washing clothes and cooking for myself. The dryer puts me to sleep, and baking helps me relax. I needed both of those today after the bus incident. I pulled out the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies and started a load of washing. The machine had just filled up with water and started to move when I heard a knock at the door. “Who on Earth could that be?” I asked myself as I went to the door. I guess it could have been the landlord. In retrospect, I should not have opened the door. I did though. “Hey…” Oh my god, it was the hot guy from the bus. How did he find me? “I know this is really weird, but I saw you on the bus. I got off as soon as I could and…kinda…followed you here. I think I should say thank you.” Now that was unexpected. “I mean, you’re the reason I look like this, right?” Shit. He knows. He knows. * * * When Chris asked me to come up to his apartment, I was ecstatic. I could not let that show though. He was straight, I was a closeted gay guy. “Paco might be up there, and he’s been looking for an excuse to have someone else to talk to for a little bit besides me. I mean, sometimes I can be a little…” Chris hit a left bicep shot here. “…overwhelming for the guy.” “Really? You seem so level-headed and easygoing to me though.” I was almost salivating then, but I tried to hide it. His bicep just looked so juicy. Was it just me, or did they look a little tighter than usual? Normally, his arms were about seventeen inches, but right now they looked like they were pushing nineteen. Everything seemed bigger and more defined. “Yeah, but he’s got the hots for me, and I think if he doesn’t get a break from me every so often, his dick might pop right off his crotch. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” Chris smiled. “Something I think the two of you might have in common.” Fuck, abort mission, strategic retreat. Of course, my body betrayed me. I turned an almost neon red. “S’okay man.” He reached down and grabbed me by the chin. “I’m bi. So’s Mark. I looked for those two because my sex drive is a nice car: if you don’t rev the motor every so often in different conditions, it’ll rust through and fall apart. I like having some spare gas at the house, just in case the tank runs low.” Fuck him and his crappy metaphors. Fuck everything about him right now. I pulled my chin out from between his thumb and forefinger. “How…” I said, sitting down on the steps up to his apartment. I put my face in my hands. Fuck my life. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. They were surprisingly cold on my warm face. “How did you know? I haven’t even told…” I felt him sit down beside me. “Why the fuck couldn’t I control my fucking self?” I sniffed. I couldn’t let him see me like this. There was no way that I was going to let Chris see me cry. “Alex…” His muscular arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I’m sorry. I am seriously sorry. I thought that you were out already.” Again, he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my head to face him. “You just seemed to be so comfortable being the adorkable guy you are, and I thought that, ya know, you were flirting with me coming to my games and driving me home all the time.” He smiled. “I sure as hell was flirting with you when I invited you to that first game.” That was a revelation. He opened his hand and slid it to my right cheek, then a little further back until his fingers curved around my neck at the base of my skull. I couldn’t look him in the eye still, even though he had me facing directly at him. My eyes raked down his torso to his legs. That was a mistake. My cock twitched when I saw the way his little running shorts wrapped his crotch. Was he hard, like I was? No, that wasn’t possible. “Come here, you skinny fucker.” He pulled me in and started kissing me, dragging my hand to his dick. I felt it swell. It swelled, not hardened. This was my first experience with my ability.
  12. I’ll give it a read and get back to you, if you like.
  13. It really depends on what you want. Usually, as I write in Microsoft Word, I charge $3US per page (you set an upper limit). Each page is single spaced, Times New Roman, justify aligned. If you just say “write me a story” with no idea for a storyline, I do $5US, because I have to come up with everything. Time varies based on the story and the research involved. Message me if you’d like a sample.
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