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"It has been three years since you professed your wish to become my apprentice, and over those years I have taught you, your wish has become a reality, however today is the day when you must put your learning to the test. I have explained what this test is, and you have understood it, but before you start you have a chance to ask me one more question, so apprenetice what would you like to know?" "Forgive this question, Titan, and please do not take it the wrong way, but, why am I naked?" "I could never take any question from you the wrong way" chuckled the Titan, "and the answer will become obvious as you take the test. Now, are you ready, my apprentice?" The young man nodded, his muscular body glinting in the moonlight following the swim that both he and his master had taken and so with that, the Titan raised the object that would test the apprentice, who kneeling down on one knee positioned himself ready. After taking several deep breaths, he nodded and the Titan gently placed the object into the gap created by the appreentice's arms, however he still held on and asked "This is your final chance, apprentice, even now you could still become stronger and take this test another time, but the moment I let go, the test will start, are you ready, apprentice?" Taking another deep breath the man replied defiantly "AYE!" and with that the Titan let go of the object and the test started. "You have accepted the challenge" said the Titan, "to replicate Atlas, although it will not be the sky that you are holding on your shoulders, but the heaviest stone that you can lift. Your challenge is to lift that stone over your head whilst standing up as this will prove you worth as the new Titan!" The young man however was too busy focusing all of his strength on the task and as he did, the Titan walked around him taking in the challenge. The apprentice stood, when standing, a good six and a half feet tall, almost as all as the Titan himself, and had grown in stature in the time that he had apprenticed him. When he first met him three years previously, he had been a noble, polite, perhaps even foolhardy lad, who had challenged him to a duel within the first days of his arrival, but sadly what he had in buckets, courage, he didn't have in strength, save for those rare occasions when he got angry, then, there was just a spark of something that the Titan recognised. It was this spark that had prompted the Titan to enter a contest to find the strongest man in the world, a contest he won with ease, and to bring back the prize, an amulet, an amulet that he used to transfer his powerful might into the lad. That moment, a full thirty months ago, still made the Titan aroused, the sensations of his strength being drawn out of him, watching the lad grow into a mammoth of a man. It may have been two and a half years ago, but as he remembered the sensations, he started to get aroused again. But that had proven the lad's spark and without hesistation he agreed to be the Titan's apprentice. And now, the lad, struggling to stand, was as muscular as the Titan was at the same age. He weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds, with a chest, now heaving with every breath he took, of fifty one inches, just a few inches smaller than the Titan himself. His waist was twenty six inches, and was compared, very favourably, with another friend of him, who some people called a lover than a fighter, given his preference for wooing every lady in the city rather than defending the King. His arms, bulging as he shouldered the load, were said to be also twenty inches around, again only slightly smaller than the Titan's arms, his upper legs, struggling to stand, were the same size as his waist, which in turn were supported by lower legs that were perhaps a little bigger than his arms, and he had so little excess mass on him that the Titan could see his stomach appearing and disappearing with every laboured breath to reveal six distinct areas, not that dissimilar to the Titan's eight. As the Titan watched, the arousal become more pronounced, he wanted this lad, this Titan in waiting, but the appreentice knew that he would not be able to be called a Titan until he had completed his task, a task, that despite taking every ounce of strength he had, seemed to be defeating him. But such was the Titan's desire for this lad, that he crounched down and whispered "Apprentice, say the word, and I will help you" "Nay" panted the lad, "this is my test" "Please, I beg you, I...I...I have never said this to you before, but, pray forgive me lad, I love you!" "As would any master" came the panted reply The Titan was suprised by this and wondered what the lad could have meant. His desire for the lad had grown ever since he had transferred his strength into the lad, and yet the lad seemed either oblivous to this or perhaps didn't know what he meant. If it was the latter then, could it be true, were the English, for that is what the lad was, really didn't know how to love their fellow man? As the lad's torment grew, the Titan knew that unless he acted the lad, who he loved more than a brother, would fail and so whispering "Forgive me, mon amis" went behind the lad, grabbed hold of his weapon and breathing deeply thrust it painfully into the lad's arse. However, instead of gasping, the lad seemed to ignore it, concentrating on the task at hand. Placing his hands on the apprentice's chest the Titan whispered "My apprentice, please, let me show you what I mean" and with that closed his eyes and placed his hands onto the two boulders in the apprentice's chest. After a few moments, he could feel a thumping and whispered "Do you feel that, lad, that is your heart, the thing that makes man alive" and with that started to thrust his weapon in and out of the lad panting "You will become a Titan lad, and I am going to help you" and with that he placed his hands around the lad's weapon and started to rub. As soon as he did, the apprentice's eyes opened wide and his breathing became more laboured and deeper. "That is it, my lad" moaned the Titan, his own weapon extending deep into the apprentice, "you are starting to feel what it means to be a man. Feel that power surging into you, that is my essence, my seed, it is what makes me a man and it will make you a man as well. Today, you say goodbye to everything that was a lad about you and today, you become a man!" As he spoke the Titan spilled his seed into his apprentice and as he did, the Titan could feel the lad's heart start to pound faster than it had. Seeing that the lad was now being to understand he leant in and whispered "Be a Titan, my lad, and follow my actions" and with that assulated the lad's weapon without mercy. The lad started to lose the ability to speak grunting as the assualt continued on both physically and mentally and as it did, the lad started to stand up, causing the Titan to moan "Yes, yes, my lad, feel the strength of the Titan enter you, flow into you and give you the strength you need" and with that he split his seed again, this time, grunting as he did so, he let his weapon slip out of the lad but still whispered "Take my seed, become the Titan I know you can be!" By now, the lad's weapon was so long, the Titan's hands couldn't reach to the end of it, and yet the lad, seemingly realising what was happening to him moaned "More, more, Titan, I need it!" The assault on the lad's weapon grew so fast that the Titan's hands were soon a blur, the tip of the weapon the deepest crimson possible and the expression on the lad's face was akin to agonised ecstasy. It was clear to the Titan that now was the time to strike and so standing up behind the apprentice, he barked "LIFT!" The lad instantly stood up, his legs quivering against the load, but stand up he did, still shouldering the rock on his shoulders. He had completed half his task, now the final element, lifting the rock. "Listen to your heart, lad, feel it pounding deep inside of you" said the Titan, "each pound is making you stronger, each pound is making you into a man. Now, prove yourself to me, prove to me that you are..." and with that he stepped back as the lad's grunting turned into growls and with a mighty roar of "A TITAN!" the lad lifted the rock high above his head, his weapon spilling his own seed as he did so. As the Titan took the rock from the lad's hands, he placed it on the ground and walked around to see the lad's eyes wide open, his body heaving from the effort and his weapon starting to shrink. Patting him on the shoulder he said "Congratulations, Titan" and was addressed by his brother in arms in a very candid way. "Thank you" came the reply followed by "Forgive me, Porthos, but, I couldn't help myself" "It doesn't matter, Henri, it goes to show how much you wanted to lift that boulder!" "But...But I wasn't thinking about the boulder, I was thinking of us!" "Us?" "We were both naked, bound and gagged to metal frames, on top of the cathedral of Notre Dame" "Tell me more!" replied Porthos, his weapon starting to twitch "We were the prisoners of the Cardinal" continued Henri, "he was attaching things that pinched to our extremities" and with that pointed to his nipples, weapon and bag which made Porthos's weapon twitch even more "Then he attached helmets to our heads, attached pinching things to those and then connected them all to a metal rope that led to the very tip of the spire" "For what purpose?" "He said that he was going to torture us, send the power of the heavens into us and make us scream the next meeting of the Duke and the Queen" "And did we?" "No" replied Henri, "even when he gave us one final chance we remained resolute and then he performed an incantation and...and...and..." "Yes?" moaned Porthos, his weapon now starting to dribble "A lighting bolt hit the spire" As Porthos imagined the pain and agony they would have both been in Henri added, "however something happened. Yes, we screamed under our gags but still we never gave in and then, it happened. I could hear your voice in my head telling me that the Cardinal's plans were failing but that in order to survive we would have to become each other. You urged me to let my mind wander, become you, become the Titan!" Porthos moaned as his weapon dribbled again and gestured Henri to continue "I knew that you would never tell me to do such a thing unless there was a reason, so I did. A few moments later I found myself inside your body and as I looked at myself, I saw my head nod and realised that now I was the Titan I could do anything, so with a mighty roar I broke free of my restraints and rammed the Cardinal off the roof. As I released you, we both looked into each other eyes and declared..." "Yes, Henri...declared our..." "Love" and with that Henri grabbed Porthos's head and kissed him passionately causing both their weapons to let loose their essences. After a few moments they broke off and as Henri bowed his head saying "Forgive me, mon amis" Porthos chuckled "The Two Titans in love with each other. I won't tell the Captain if you won't!" to which Henri smiled adding "And please don't tell the Duke either, I am sure the way he looks at me, he might be the same!" "Not until he becomes as big as us" replied Porthos, picking up Henri, "now celebrate Titan, celebrate my strength" "Bend your knees whilst holding me like a bar, Titan" As Porthos started to do as he commanded he asked "How often?" "Until....Until...Until...I cannot stand it any longer!" panted Henri, his weapon now fully engorged again. This is a story inspired by the picture attached drawn by @powerbeats which I asked him to draw a long time ago (and thanks to his commitments he is in the process of finishing off) as I wanted to write more about Henri and his experiences with the Titan but separate from the other stories. If members find this of interest, then I shall certainly carry on with more tales of Henri as he becomes the Titan's equal and how they two fall deeper and deeper in love with each other.
You’re really happy to see your friend… but what the fuck happened to him? He’s huge! He’s mammoth! He has to be about a foot taller and he’s bulging out all over with sculpted, rippling muscle, way more than he should have been able to put on in the 9 months since you last saw him. You have to know what happened. There’s a little beach front diner across the causeway and you suggest you guys go there to grab a bite and catch up. “I don’t do just “bites” anymore,” said Mitch. “But it’s just about time for my next meal, so I’m down.” Mitch got dropped off at the beach, but you have your car. So, you bundle all his beach stuff in the back. The diner has a no shirt, no shoes, no service policy, but you have a t-shirt and flip flops. Mitch has flip flops, but what he puts on as a shirt, you’re not sure qualifies. Obviously designed to showcase his ridiculous physique, the neck line of this thing drops all the way past his huge, striated pecs to the top row of his bulging abs. To say it had no sleeves would be an understatement. This thing had no sides. Not only were his massive, veiny arms and segmented shoulders fully exposed, but his broad back was displayed as well, protruding out the open sides. You mention your doubts to Mitch, but he just says, “Trust me, bro, no one is going to call me on it. Would you?” Looking at you friends huge sculpted, veiny arms, you decide you probably wouldn’t. But the change in Mitch’s attitude was startling. He had this kind of “I’ll go where I want to go and do what I want to do” arrogance about him. He never had that before. You get into the car, which seems to be a little bit of a squeeze for Mitch. You are amazed at how much of the front he takes up. As you’re driving across the causeway, you feel the unmistakable bumping of your tire going flat. You get out and open the trunk for the spare and suddenly remember you lost your jack last fall. Mitch just shrugs and tells you to go ahead and loosen the lug nuts. You protest you don’t have a jack, but he just says, “Don’t worry about it. I got you covered.” You loosen the lug nuts and as soon as you do, there’s a jerk and the rear of your car starts to rise up off the ground. Holy crap! Mitch is lifting the rear of your car. You could see he had huge, chiseled muscles now but how strong was he? You sit there, staring dumbfounded for a minute, before Mitch says, “Are you going to change the tire, or what? I mean I could probably hold this all day, but I’m getting kind of hungry.” Pulling yourself back to the here and now, you continue changing the tire. When you’re done, Mitch sets the car down and you tighten the lug nuts. You try and think of something to say, but you can’t and you’re just quiet all the way to the diner. Of course, as soon as you walk in the door, it’s pandemonium. The server takes one look at Mitch and drops the tray she’s carrying. A wide-eyed little kid, waiting for a table with his mother, can’t stop staring at him. And he’s not alone. All across the diner, heads are turning to stare at Mitch. And he just seems to be loving every second of it. The flustered red-faced server seats you right away, even though there were people waiting before you. You sit there dumbfounded as Mitch orders basically half the menu. The server turns around to leave without taking your order. You stop her and order your much more conservative lunch. And when she finally leaves, you ask Mitch the question that’s been on your mind since you first saw him on the beach. “So, what happened to you, bro? How’d you get so big? And I don’t mean just jacked; you’re like a foot taller, too!” “I know,” said Mitch, grinning and flexing one of his massive biceps, which you guess is easily 5 times the size of yours. “Best thing I ever did,” he said. “My life is so much better now than last summer, when I was weak and puny like you.” “What did you say?” you say, not liking Mitch’s attitude one bit. “Don’t get your Jockeys in a twist, bro,” said Mitch. “Just about everybody’s weak and puny next to me. That’s half the fun.” “But how…?” you ask. “I could tell you,” said Mitch, “but first you have to answer one question for me.” “What?” you say. “Why are you asking?” said Mitch. “Is it just curiosity, the mystery of it? Or are you interested in starting down the same path? Be certain you mean what you say, because, once I answer, there’ll be no going back. And you can’t ask me this question ever again. I’ll only answer this once. So, why are you asking?”
I asked Bud to stay in the bedroom when my friends arrived. When he walked into the room I wanted to be able to see their faces. It didn’t matter who it was, though, when Bud Stevens came in, ducking and turning sideways to fit through an archway, mouths were going to drop open wide and eyes were going to bug out. I stayed hard just in anticipation of how my friends were going to react. Three people were joining us that evening. Marty, my best friend since high school who had a fetish for muscle that equaled mine. Jonathan, a gay guy I had met at work a few years ago who loved little guys that wanted to be taken care of. And Ned, a straight football loving man who just happened to like and be comfortable with hanging out with gay men. I had chosen them each for specific reasons and wouldn’t even tell Bud what those reasons were. Everyone arrived at pretty much the same time. “Hey Bud, darling, our guests are here,” I called down the hallway. I know it was my imagination, but I swear I could feel the building shake when I knew my boyfriend was coming down the hall. I turned my back to the archway and stepped closer to my friends – who were definitely interested in the guy who had kept me off the party scene and social media for quite a long time. It was like a perfect symphony when Bud appeared. I could have driven a truck through every mouth in the room – that’s how far jaws dropped in astonishment. Marty actually let out a delighted squeal as Bud straightened out to his full height. Crotches all hardened – even Ned’s – which was one of the reasons he had been invited. I wanted to see if hugeness impressed him. Clearly, it did. “Well, it’s finally great to meet some of my sweet Connor’s little friends,” Bud said as he walked past me. I could tell he was in full muscle daddy mode – wearing only some cut off denim shorts, a thick belt, and some work boots. He easily scooped up all three men in a big hug and lifted them off the floor as he held them tightly. I heard the air in all three men be forced out and I instantly knew Bud was applying more pressure than usual – just to impress them. He bounced them up and down as he spoke, simply to make sure they knew lifting them was very easy. His huge biceps bulged hugely even though they weren’t tensed. Every man with his feet dangling in the air got a great view of my man’s humongous arms. And they couldn’t contain their shock. “Connor has told me so much about each of you. I want to thank you for allowing him to spend so much time with me, recently,” Bud said. “There were quite a few really big changes – well, one, really - to our relationship and we needed to take time to explore all the ramifications that change caused. I can’t wait to get to know each one of you this evening. I hope I can impress you.” “Um, honey, they’re all turning purple. Do you want to put them down so they can breathe,” I said, teasingly. “What the fuck are you?” Marty exclaimed as soon as Bud placed the men back on the ground. “You must me Marty,” Bud said and held out one of his humongous hands. Marty looked at the huge paw in astonishment. Bud’s hand was way bigger than his head. He couldn’t wrap his mind around someone being this big. His mouth kept moving, but no words came out. He was only staring at the big behemoth in front of him. Bud turned to Ned. “You gotta be Ned, right. You’re so big and strapping,” Bud said, but no one was really hearing. “I can tell why you love football.” “Big . . . and . . . strapping . . . small . . . and . . . weak,” was all that came out of Ned’s mouth. “And lastly, there’s Jonathan. Connor told me you like small men,” Bud said, winking at me. “I guess there’s no worry that you’ll try to steal me from my sweet man, since there’s nothing small about me.” For some reason, this made everyone look down at Bud’s crotch. To see a tree trunk covered in denim is one of the most amazing scenes ever. The eyes of all three men seemed to widen even more as they took in Bud’s enormously thick and insanely long member. Marty actually licked his lips and let out a loud whistle. “You gotta license for that bazooka, Bud?” Marty asked, without taking his eyes from the bulge at Bud’s crotch. “These are the only license I need, Marty,” Bud said as he raised his mighty arms into a double biceps pose. Gigantic muscles erupted beside the big man’s head. “Fucking hell!” Ned whispered loudly. Marty, again, let out a little squeal and then he fell backwards onto the couch. The sight of Bud’s guns was just too much. Arms aren’t supposed to balloon up into mountains of muscle equal in size to young children. Bud chuckled at everyone’s reaction until he noticed that Jonathan wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t moving at all. “Um, Connor, you might want to check on Jonathan,” Bud said, immediately lowering his arms and reaching out to grab the dude before he fainted, and then – with his other hand – grabbed a big chair and lifted it over so he could set the guy down. “Jonathan, you need to breathe. Can you hear me? Come on, pal, inhale and exhale,” I said as I put my hands on his cheeks and made him look at me. Suddenly, Jonathan sucked in a big gulp of air and refocused on what was happening around him. He was still a little dazed and just kept repeating ‘so huge’ over and over. “Sorry, little fellas,” Bud said, “I forget how overwhelming my humongous body can be when you’re seeing it for the first time. Can I get anyone a beer?” Four hand went up . . . including mine. I knew Jonathan was going to be fine. My big lover then waddled to the door to the kitchen and contorted his big frame so he could fit through. It was like the elephant in the corner had left the room. All three friends started talking all at once. “What is this place – the top of the beanstalk and that’s the giant,” Marty immediately said. “My fucking goodness, did you see the size of his arms,” Ned said at the same time. “Those weren’t arms, they were blimps. He must be the biggest guy on earth.” “So huge . . . so huge . . . so huge,” Jonathan repeated. “Fellas, he’s just my boyfriend,” I teasingly replied. “Just your boyfriend,” Marty said loudly, “He’s all the fucking Himalayas and Alps all rolled into one. He can barely fit through an archway . . . let alone a door.” “How in the hell did he get so big?” Ned quickly asked, hoping he’d get an answer before the giant reappeared. “We’re not exactly sure . . .” I started to reply. “Sure we are, honey,” Bud said as he squeezed back into the room carrying five beers in one big hand. “The doctors say it was when Connor donated blood for me when I was in the hospital. Specialists say it was just some freakish accident in nature. Our blood mixed together made me become King Kong.” “Accident!” exclaimed Marty. “That was no freakish accident. That was a blessing, that was. Look at you – you’ve been morphed into a giant mound of muscle in real life. Connor, I might turn into a vampire and suck your blood if that’s what it can do to me.” “That’s the thing,” I said, “It only did this to Bud and no one else. They tried to see if it could be repeated. No one knows why it was just this once.” “I think it’s because I loved you so much,” Bud answered. Bud was opening the beers by putting the caps between his pecs and pulling lightly. The popping noise filled the room as each top came off easily. He’d then squeeze his chest together even more and turn the cap into something unrecognizable – letting them fall to the floor when he was done. He saw my face and immediately bent down to pick up the remains on the floor. My friends were impressed that a man as huge as Bud could bend so easily. “I tend to show off a lot,” Bud explained, “But the only issue is I sometimes forget to clean up whatever I have demolished. I left the remains of four bowling balls I demolished between my forearm and biceps on the floor last week and it wasn’t cool. Connor, my love, keeps me in line, though.” Bud came and stood behind me, wrapping a thick arm across my chest. I saw, by the faces of my friends, that seeing his enormous arm next to my seemingly insignificant upper body was a comparison shot that caused much excitement. My big man pressed his hard cock against my back, just to send me a message that he was thinking of me. All three friends took a gulp of beer at the same time. Jonathan’s voice quickly reminded us all that he was there. “Um . . . Bud, just how strong are you?” my friend asked. Bud just grinned . . . from ear to ear and then looked down at me. He wanted me to grace my friends with the news of what was to come. He wanted me to give them the present I had asked for specifically. “We don’t exactly know,” I said. “That’s the main reason we invited you over. We are taking a trip to that huge junkyard on the edge of town so Bud can play freely – with no fear of bringing down the apartment building or hurting someone. We were wondering if you three might like to come and watch.” I might as well have been giving the three of them each a lottery ticket that won the largest amount in history. No, this was even better than that. They all affirmed their participation in different ways. Ned simply said, “Fuck me!” Marty squealed and jumped up and down. And Jonathan downed the rest of his entire beer in one gulp. I had not doubted that any on of them would not want to see Bud play. Marty loved muscle and all that it could do. Ned was an avid comic book reader and I got the feeling that introducing him to a real live superhero was going to be the best night of his life. And Jonathan, that shy, quiet, keep-to-yourself friend had a secret that only I knew. He dated smaller men because he loved to dominate them. He loved being cocky and demanding, but I knew he secretly wanted to have someone do the same to him. He wanted to be dominated or, at least, meet someone who would be able to boss him around if they wanted to. I knew he had already met his deepest fantasy in my man, Bud Stevens. I had a feeling this night would change Jonathan’s life forever. His fascination with domination had prevented him from having a solid relationship for his entire life. I figured that Bud’s size and strength might open some avenues into that man’s psyche – healing some old wounds, allowing Jonathan to be weak and vulnerable, and even helping the guy to see he had a wild crush on Marty. I saw Bud’s playtime as therapeutic for each of my friends. “Well, I can see that’s a yes from all of you,” I said, smiling at their reactions. “You fellas have no idea how much fun this is going to be for me,” Bud said, starting to slowly pulse his long hard cock up and down my back as he talked. “I always have to be so careful. When I lifted a fire truck I couldn’t crush the thing like I wanted to. When I took on a group of firemen all at one time, I had to be extra careful to not hurt them. When I folded up some doofus’ Cadillac I couldn’t chuck it through the wall of the parking garage. You see, there are always these rules about what a giant elder muscle man can and cannot do. That’s why when Connor came up with the idea of a place where I could abandon all rules and truly let go, I got more erect than the Washington monument and we both knew we’d have to invite some friends over for our little power party.” “You folded up a Cadillac?” Ned asked. “A real Cadillac?” “Yeah, it was kind of early on into my new body and I wasn’t really as powerful as I am now. I’ve gotten stronger every day,” Bud explained. “I think it will be a lot easier tonight.” “I gotta sit down,” Ned said and took the chair that was once occupied by Jonathan. “You lifted a fire truck?” Jonathan asked, quietly. “Well, the ladder didn’t reach the window. They needed a few more feet. You would have done the same thing,” Bud said. “No, not really. I can only lift a child’s fire truck . . . not the real thing,” Jonathan corrected. “Yeah, but if you could have you would have,” Bud replied. “You, my huge friend, are the only man on earth that could have,” Jonathan said. “Hey Bud, you think you could take on an army?” Marty interjected. “I’ve always had this fantasy of one guy taking on missiles, tanks, and thousands of men. I bet taking care of that group of firemen was like child’s play for you. I’d enjoy watching you taking on the army of an entire nation.” “You were right about him,” Bud said turning to me, “He does have a great imagination.” “You have no idea, big man,” Marty said. “So, when do we get to see you demolish things?” “Right now,” I answered. “Let me just grab a few things from the back. Bud, I left some presents on the dining room table to help you entertain our guests while I’m in the back.” I saw my lover’s face explode with joy. He instantly knew I had brought things in for him to manhandle and destroy for my friends. There was nothing that man liked more than showing off. I was worried I’d come back to a room full of wet crotches, but I decided there were worse things that could happen. These easy small feats of strength would be like appetizers before the feast to come. The big man grabbed me as I walked by, wrapped one arm around my backside, squeezed, and then lifted me into the air. He gave me a big kiss and then turned to my friends – even as he continued to hold me off the ground. “Is there anything sweeter or cuter in the world than this little man, fellas?” Bud asked, and it was perfectly clear that no one was going to argue with the behemoth. “I’d do anything for him.” “Okay, down, monster muscle daddy. I need to get things ready for the evening,” I said, looking up at my handsome elder lover. “Yes sir,” Bud shot back and put me back on the ground, making sure to get a good grope of my ass before I walked away. “Shall we see what gifts Connor has brought out?” he asked as I left the room. Bud let his huge body kind of corral the men into the dining room – when something that large is coming at you it’s a good idea to move. As predicted, when the group beheld what I had left for them, Marty squealed, Ned said, “Holy fuck,” Jonathan turned white in anticipation, and Bud’s big cock bobbed noticeably in his shorts. From the look of how many items were on the table most people would have thought they’d be there for hours, but I knew I only had about five minutes since we were talking about Bud Stevens manhandling everything. There was a big industrial sized wrench, a thick crowbar, the kind of safe you’d find in a hotel closet, and a big old radiator that had taken me thirty minutes to get into the apartment since it was so heavy. Each of my friends went stock-still and silent when Bud picked up the wrench and started twisting it like it was a piece of long licorice. He talked to them as he did it – making it clear it took no effort at all. There was no strain in his voice and they all noticed his arms didn’t tense that much. “So fellas, this is my chance to tell you that I think the world of Connor,” Bud said as he turned the wrench into something that resembled a corkscrew. “As a matter of fact, he is my world. I can guarantee that nothing is going to harm one hair on his gorgeous head. I’ll make sure of that. I just wanted you three to know that he’s my little man and I’d take on the world for him.” There was something so unworldly about listening to a freakishly huge older man talk about loving your friend and promising to look after him while he manhandled a big wrench like it was paper. By now, Bud had squeezed the thick end of the tool into something as thin as a pencil and he was folding the thing up like you would a matchbook. Mouths were wide open in astonishment and eyes were much wider than before – and they had been pretty wide to begin with. The once powerful looking wrench was now just a small blob of metal the size of ping pong ball. Bud dropped the smashed metal on the floor without even thinking about it. The loud thud made it clear the thing still weighed a lot. As he continued to talk he picked up the crowbar. “I mean, the guy makes me feel like Superman, you know?” Bud said, not really paying attention to what he was doing or how it was affecting the guys in the room. “When I’m around him I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do – nothing I couldn’t take on. And god, does he make me horny. Sorry to overshare, but I gotta tell someone. He like makes my testosterone boil twenty-four seven. I walk around with a massive hard-on all the time. He doesn’t know it, but I beat off thinking about him at least twenty times a day – sometimes a lot more. I’m surprised my place doesn’t smell like a bathhouse.” Without even thinking about it, Bud had taken the crowbar in his right hand and slammed it against his chest really hard. The thing had bent at an angle – the steel having to yield to his massive pecs. The three men had jumped at the sound of insignificant metal pounding against something infinitely more powerful. The crowbar was now deformed and there was even a little indention where the thing had hit Bud’s super hard nipple. Bud smacked his head this time, and the bar bent to a ninety-degree angle. All three men gasped. Bud didn’t notice and kept spilling his guts. “And don’t even get me started on how much I like to show off for him,” Bud continued. Last night we were at a bar and I had every customer and employee jump up on the pool table so I could lift it with on hand – just for my handsome boy. I could tell he was pleased, but that only made me want to do something more for him. I swear I just can’t get enough of pleasing him.” By this point, Bud had wrapped the crowbar around his forearm – that being the only part of his body small enough for doing so. He then twisted the ends of the bar together like those strips of papered wire you use with trash bags. He tightened the bar until it was indented in his skin. Then, he bent his wrist, and flexed the lower part of his hand. The metal popped on two sides as if it were a rubber band that had been stretched too tightly. The big man’s forearm – just his forearm – had been too powerful for a sturdy crowbar. The two pieces of metal fell to the floor, demolished and nowhere near resembling the tool they used to be. Bud was now on a roll with his conversation. He wanted to tell my friends everything in his heart. He was so wrapped up in what he was saying he didn’t realize the three men were almost passed out from shock at how easily the big man had just destroyed what was supposed to be an indestructible tool. The giant picked up the heavy safe – which none of the other men could have even attempted to lift – with one hand. He tucked it under his arm with the door facing out. He returned to his earlier train of thought. “It’s really important to me, fellas, that you approve of me,” Bud said – to the absolute astounded looks of three guys who thought there wasn’t a guy on earth that would be brave enough to not approve of Bud Stevens. “I mean, yeah, I’m strong as hell and bigger than six guys put together, but I have feelings, too, you know. It’s important that any friend of Connor’s thinks I’m the right fit for him. I know I’m quite a bit older, but I don’t think I act my age, do you?” At that exact moment Bud balled his free hand into a fist, brought it back a little, and then pummeled the front door of the safe with enough force that the thing buckled completely open. Again, all three men jumped and gasped at the same time. Bud put his thick fingers into the gaping hole at the side and then ripped the door completely off the body of the safe as if he were tearing a sheet of paper from a notebook. The noise was loud and it seemed like the thick metal was screaming in pain from being abused so easily. The big man got childlike when he peered in the gaping front of the box. “Connor usually leaves me love notes in things like this,” Bud said as he retrieved a piece of paper. “It’s just his way of making me not flatten or destroy things before looking in. I tend to get carried away and crush everything quickly.” Bud read the note and smiled. He then tucked the paper into one of the tight pockets of his stretched-to-the-max shorts. After that, he picked up the door to the safe, the part with the combination mechanism and held it in his palm like it was a piece of foil. He easily started crumpling it in on itself with just one hand. The guy was destroying thick metal with just his muscular fingers and powerful palm. He ended up squeezing so hard that metal actually seeped out between his fingers – now clearly hot and moldable. When he dropped what used to be the front of the safe on the floor all three friends could see large finger indentions along the now destroyed metal. He had his humongous arm wrapped around the body of the safe and as he continued to talk he bent his arm – squeezing the hell out of the box made of heavy, impenetrable steel. This time the loud screeching of metal being destroyed made it almost impossible to hear Bud. “So tonight, I hope I can really impress all of you at the junk yard,” he said as he crushed the safe almost as an after thought. “I think you’ll be impressed with just how strong I am. I can’t wait to see what I can do to make Connor happy. He’s wanted me to cut loose with my power even more than I have. Like I think I said earlier, there’s no reason to do any strength feat unless he’s part of it. I love him, fellas. It’s just that simple. And I’m sure I can provide for him and make him very, very happy.” Watching the big man easily smash the safe with one arm made it seem like he was simply breaking down a cardboard moving box. His massive biceps bulged into the side of the safe and warped the thing until it was a mangled sheet of metal. Bud then took the thing in his hands and started folding it – as if he were simply doing origami with thick plated steel. Soon, the big protect-your-valuables safe had been manipulated into something the size of a thick wallet. There was another loud thud on the floor when Bud dropped his handiwork. Next came the big radiator – which was the size of a small bookcase. Bud swung it into the air with one hand and placed his big paws on either side. “God, fellas, talking about my little man has got me all hot and bothered,” Bud said with surprising honesty. “When Connor gets me worked up into a sexual frenzy my strength seems to intensify by about ten times. I also always seem to mysteriously grow bigger. It’s the wildest thing. I feel indestructible and much more powerful than the average guy . . . you know?” This was being said by the man that was presently pressing in on both sides of the radiator and making it look like he was playing an accordion. The metal cylinders of the big thing had no choice but to cave in on themselves and then become one with the next one beside them. Bud’s mountainous pecs swelled even larger as he easily compressed the thing. The big man hadn’t even broken a sweat, while all three other men were perspiring like pigs simply because they were working so hard not to explode in their pants. The radiator was soon just a long narrow pole – metal squeezed together like clay being rolled together by a child. Bud put his hands on either end of the long shaft and then started bringing his palms together. When his hands finally met, the radiator resembled a flattened disc. It joined the other pieces of what was now junk on the floor. Bud looked up and was surprised to see Marty, Ned, and Jonathan staring at him with flabbergasted faces. “What?” he asked – seriously not understanding what he had just done in such a short time was astonishing. I was in the bedroom gathering some towels, a little KY Jelly, some bottles of water, a camera, a few changes of shorts for Bud – knowing he’d bust out of all of them – a few blankets, and a handful of cash in case we had to pay off whatever kind of night watchman the junkyard had. I had a feeling whomever the guy may be he’d be more than willing to let us in if he were able to watch. I could hear all the screeching of metal coming from the other room and knew, instinctively, that Bud was demolishing the items as if it were nothing. Of course to him it was nothing, but I’m sure he was talking away – being the ever-chatty host – and crushing things without even thinking about it. I also knew there’d be a mess on the floor when I returned. I might have had a boyfriend who could fold up a huge car, but getting him to clean up after himself was way too difficult. I never complained, though. I got off on touching the indentions of his fingers and trying desperately to pick up something that had been compacted so small but still weighed so much. I suddenly realized I did not hear any noise from the other room. This was never a good sign. I double-checked to make sure I had everything and then moved quickly to the front of the apartment. “Bud Stevens, I hope you’re being a good host. I don’t hear anything being destroyed,” I said as I came down the hall. There was only one place in the world where you could walk into a living room and behold the sight that greeted me. And that was because there was only one living room in the world that had a boyfriend like Bud Stevens. My senior muscle daddy was standing in the middle of the room – furniture pushed back – with his arms straight out to his side. He had become a living jungle gym for my three friends. Marty sat on Bud’s shoulders looking quite small while Ned and Jonathan used the outstretched arms for exercising. Ned had jumped up to Bud’s right arm, draped the back of his knees over the huge thing and was now doing in-the-air crunches. Jonathan was doing chin ups on the other side. My big boyfriend was rock still – loving every minute of the fun he was offering the boys. Marty’s legs, straddled on either side of Bud’s head looked as if they were those of a child as they hung down across the big man’s monstrous chest. To have grown men working out using your arms and not having them move even a fraction of an inch was something only Bud Stevens could do. I put my hands on my hips in mock disapproval. “What are you doing, Bud?” I asked. “Playing,” he responded, smiling. “I destroyed everything on the dining room table quickly and we were bored.” “Which translates to you were bored,” I replied. “Well . . . yeah,” the big man chuckled back. “I just need to do one more set,” Ned said, “And then we can go. I didn’t get to the gym today.” Jonathan had already dropped to the floor and was huffing pretty hard. I had never known him to do any kind of exercising, but I’m sure he just wanted to be close to my enormous boyfriend. Who could blame him? As soon as Ned finished his last set, grabbed Bud’s steady arm and flipped down to the ground, my man reached up and grabbed Marty at the waist. He lifted him over his head and then placed his body down on the ground. I could tell Marty was in muscle heaven. He had taken the opportunity to grope Bud’s muscles the entire time. “How were the parlor tricks, boys?” I asked as they all tried to calm themselves down. “Fucking amazing,” Ned said. “Who knew a safe was so flimsy?” Marty replied, chuckling. “I actually felt sorry for the metal,” Jonathan added and we all laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Shall we be off to the main attraction,” I asked, holding up items to be carried. “I’ll get everything, hon,” Bud said. “I don’t want you boys straining yourselves.” And all the things that had made me look weighted down like a donkey looked small and insignificant in Bud’s hands. Why shouldn’t we let him carry everything? It was nothing for him. Hell, he should have carried us, too. He should have carried the car! And with that we were off for a night of fun.