Beast Master I: Danny

[SeaMusc]

“Can I lick it, Danny?”  There was a need in his eyes—a look I was familiar with.

 

The one asking was a good-looking guy. Standing at 5’ 9” he was of average height. He did possess a great solid pair of pecs, broad globes for shoulders, well-worked arms, and above average legs.  He even had a hard high and round ass on him.

 

I made the choice to meet him at the bar tonight, I needed to throw some water on the fire of my own needs. Maybe he would fill that need I had growing inside of me. I hadn’t been able to identify the feelings I had been having lately, but whatever it was, I was looking for something to quench them.

 

I knew, within 2 minutes of idle chat that he would be a decent fuck, but nothing more. What a shame.  I knew that deep inside me—inside my soul—a ravenous, almost-crazed beast was circling its holding cell. I had felt it stir for years and still didn’t understand it completely.  Whatever it was, it was becoming more familiar, more “me,” more of what I want, and more of what I could be.  What I could feed it tonight would only appease my most basic and fundamental physical need, nothing more, something like handing the pacing suppressed tiger one of those horribly insufficient cracker snacks they hand out on airplane flights.  It was something, but it only served to create a deeper hunger. The thing in me was becoming more powerful, more needy, more…unpredictable.  At the same time, that deep desire fed so many of my actions. I was searching for something but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was.

 

Ultimately, tonight had been nothing more than an ego stroke, or maybe better put—something to take the edge off. I really didn’t have much of an ego, per se.  Most people would be shocked to know that I really struggle with my self-esteem.  Of course, they base this purely on my physical appearance.  I’ve worked out so hard for the past few years. It has been hard since I had been so thin growing up.  But the thing inside of me, when it was still a quiet voice, slowly began making demands that I grow in strength and size. I obeyed. I am very good at obeying the voice now.

 

At 6’7” and close to 280 pounds, I was what most would call “head-turning.”  Maybe I was handsome, maybe not (I suppose that really depends on who is making the judgment) but my body was something I had worked hard on.

 

I had very broad shoulders. I had enormous arms; I paid equal attention to my triceps and biceps.  The results were quite impressive. My legs were full hard pillars that made the seams nearly rip on my pants. My waist had always been small, and still it measured about 32 inches.  For my height and weight, it really was hard finding clothes that fit well in the waist.  My ass was powerful.  I could admit that.  It was a product of deep squats and hundreds of hours of lunges.  And then there was my chest.  I had seen grown men drool at the ham-sized bags of hard flesh that erupted from my collarbone and bulged out several inches. My nipples stood erect at the outside bottom corners of my remarkably globular chest muscles. I was mostly lean, but had just a bit of extra padding that prevented much definition of my abs.  It was my trouble spot. 

 

Some thought I was a sight to behold. Some thought that I was too big. I would get stares frequently from men and women alike. I took it as a compliment, but it never really mattered.  Something was missing. But the beast inside of me kept egging me on. And so I kept lifting, and eating…and from time to time, I would pin myself with some good ol’ testosterone. My desire to become bigger, stronger, massive increased and escalated. I began to feel recently that my desire for growth, strength, and power was exponentially increasing.  I couldn’t imagine ever thinking I could be too powerful, too huge, too freaky.  It wasn’t possible.  But again, I had always felt that a piece to the puzzle was missing.  Something that I had only recently began to realize.

 

“Seriously Danny.  I want to lick it.”  My trick for the night had a pleading look in his eyes.  I raised my left arm again and flexed my forearm for him.  He let out a deep guttural groan.  The definition in my forearms was really quite something.  Ridges and deep valleys ran from my thick wrist to my bulging elbow becoming meatier as they reached toward the bicep.  A vast network of veins pulsed beneath my skin. Large vessels permanently traversed my arms but when I flexed, countless smaller veins emerged from their bed just below my very thin skin. 

 

His tongue (I don’t even know his name) went straight for the hard meat bulging outward from my flexed forearm.  I could sense his desire.  He was jacking off with his right hand.  His left was pinching my right nipple.  It felt good on some level to be worshipped for the hard-won meat that had sent him nearly into muscle induced trance.  

 

“Oh my fuck.  I want you to fuck me so bad, Danny. So hard.” His breath was ragged.  Mine was too.  I had let myself get hard as he licked my arm.  It felt good—though not satisfying.  “I bet with that ass, you could fuck a hole through a steel door.”  I could smell the lust oozing from his sweat. 

 

He grabbed my rising cock in his hand and stroked it lightly.  Maybe this would be worth it after all.  “Holy fuck, Danny. Your cock is huge man…and your balls.  Fuck man.”  He had descended into full worship.  His eyes traveled from my forearm down to my now-tumescent pole.  It was definitely a grower – not that it started out small.  But like the rest of me, it was thick and of appropriate size. 

 

He looked into my big hazel eyes again and then lowered his head onto my cock.  His mouth was warm and wet.  He was a talented cock sucker.  Jacking me off with one hand, sliding down my pole with his mouth as it followed the hand all the way to the base where my cock connected to my body.  His other hand cupped my balls.  I had to admit, they were big boys.  At 6’7”, anyone’s nuts would need to be big to be in proportion, but mine were large, even for my size.  I could feel them beginning to churn their heavy load.  I didn’t have much control of this, I told myself.  I was quickly reaching autopilot even if this wasn’t how I hoped tonight would end up. 

 

His hand left my churning bull balls and reached up to twist my nipple again. He pulled his hot mouth off of my surging cock, “Danny, you got to fuck me man.  I just have to have you inside of me.  I want you to tear me up. Break me in half, Danny.  PLEASE!”  If I hadn’t been so horny at the moment, I wouldn’t take his pleading as a bit of a turn-off, but here I was, shorts around my ankles getting sucked and teased by an attractive guy.  The beast inside of me paced back and forth in its cage, quieting down as the physical need to cum began to build.  None of this felt right but like I said…autopilot. 

 

The guy crawled onto the bed from his knees where he had been. He stuck his round, high, hard ass into the air and I descended on him.  I wasn’t after foreplay here.  I needed to get off. I pushed my cock into him with ease.  This was obviously not his first time taking a throbbing muscular cock up his ass.  I pumped him a few times, enjoying the sensation of my shaft drilling deep into his hole.  I was close. I vaguely remember some shouting, “harder, harder, fuck yeah!”   I threw back my head, shut my eyes, and released my cream into him.  I filled him up. Then I fell asleep.  I never could stay awake after cumming hard.

 

The next morning, I woke up in my bed.  The guy must have left after he got what he needed from me.  Nothing had been stolen that I could see, so that was good.  It was time to work out.  The tiger was circling the cage again.  I could feel something building inside of me.  The feeling of deep need, desire, and emptiness felt more acute today.  It was almost unbearable.  A good session of heavy lifting usually helped.

 

When I arrived at the gym, it was still quiet.  Most people don’t seem to arrive very early on a Saturday so I had most of the place to myself.  There were a few younger guys over by the dumb bells, a few middle-aged women walking on the treadmills, and me.  My lifting partner was out of town for the weekend but I was happy enough today doing my routine solo.  And then there was that strange beast inside of me that was acting up today. Whenever I felt that strange anxiousness, I worked my chest. It seemed to calm me.  Maybe that is why they had developed so well.  They were practically utters—hard fucking utters.

 

I put my earbuds in and blocked out the world.  Lowering myself to the bench, I put on 195 for warm-ups.  I knocked a set out lightning fast.  I got up to put a few more plates on and glanced toward the door.  Someone else was coming in.  I hope it didn’t get too busy. There was only one flat bench in the place—an issue that I had repeatedly asked the owner to rectify. 

 

A few minutes later, as I lay down flat, eyes closed, imagining my next lift, I heard a distant voice. “Excuse me.”  I could only hear it distantly through the music I was listening to.  My eyes snapped open and I saw a face looking down at me with a smile.  I hate being interrupted while I lift.  And besides that, it’s rude to interrupt when someone is about to start their set.  I sat up and pulled the buds out of my ears and swung around to face the offending party. 

 

“Do you mind if I work in with you?”  I stared up at his eyes, deep brown and looking directly at mine.  He didn’t flinch. It surprised me a bit. I was obviously much larger than he was.  Standing at maybe 5’10” he had dark Mediterranean features—Italian or Spanish I would guess—full lips, exotic eyes, high broad cheekbones, and a square jaw.  He wasn’t built big like me, but he was obviously no stranger to the weights.  Maybe a thick swimmers build would describe him best.

 

I couldn’t look away. Neither did he.  Something was happening as he looked at me.  I don’t know if he was aware of it.  In fact, it seemed he wasn’t.  But I was.

 

His voice was deep and thick like a rich cup of hot chocolate and it licked my ears. “Are you OK?” His voice wrapped itself around my balls and started tugging.  God, I couldn’t break his stare, but I wanted to.  He just held me there. 

 

“I’m going to work in with you.”  His statement was not a question.  A smile spread across his face revealing perfect white teeth. My heart was racing.  What was happening?  He took his track jacket off revealing his workout tank top.  He had good definition and size upon looking more closely. Something about him made me hesitant to look too long though.  I felt…exposed, as if he could see into me. His glance had an almost physical nature—it caressed me.   

 

“I’ll jump in after this set.  Go ahead.  I’ll spot you.”  It was a light weight for me since I didn’t have a workout partner that day, but I didn’t protest.  I lay back on the bench, placed my hands in their correct position on the bar and looked up. His flat stomach was just above me. I could see the obvious and large bulge in his shorts only a few inches from my head. This guy must be three-quarters donkey with that kind of equipment. And I could smell his musk.  He smelled like a man, freshly clean, but emitting powerful pheromones.  He smelled like heaven and sex and strength. I couldn’t begin to describe it. It smelled like unapologetic authority. 

 

 I could see his chest slightly overhang and press out against his shirt, expanding and contracting with every breath. He didn’t have huge pecs like I did, but they were perfect for his size. He looked down at me and smiled again.  “Go ahead.”

 

Without thinking, I found the bar in my hands lifted to the ceiling ready to begin my set.  I hadn’t even thought about the lift…it just happened.  I pumped out 15 reps – the weight was light—and something inside of me wanted to show off a little bit.

 

“OK Big Man, let me have a go.”  When he said Big Man, the beast inside began shaking and rattling at its cage.  That’s the only way I could describe it.  Something was building inside of me, and it was building quickly.  What was it about him?  God, I just couldn’t even think straight around him.  I moved away from the bench and he got on. I was starting to sweat a bit, even thought the weight was light.  My heart was racing. 

 

He started pumping out his reps, breathing in and exhaling, I watched his body, admiring his form. His arms were covered with thick dark hair. His chest was getting a good pump as were his triceps.  And that huge package…my mouth went dry every time I glanced that direction.

 

Standing over him seemed wrong somehow.  But I had a job to do, and if he faltered for even a second, I would be there to be sure he was all right.  He finished his set and jumped off the bench. 

 

“How much do you want to go up to?” He asked with that smile on his face. 

 

“Ummmm.  Let’s add four more plates. My name’s Danny by the way.”   It all came out quickly like it was one word.  Shit, I was tongue-tied. Embarrassing.  I was close to my max with the new amount of weight, but I wanted to impress him.  He seemed nonplussed, but I thought I detected a grin when I told him how many plates to add.

 

I got back on the bench. “OK Danny.”  My heart shot up into my throat. I could feel my cock getting hard. He just said my name and it sounded like a velvet-covered finger stroking my ass.  “Go ahead.”  I pushed out most of the set without slowing.

 

I started faltering on the last couple of reps. He looked down at me and simply said, “More.” I didn’t even think about the weight or counting my reps. I did at least 5 or 6 more reps. I could feel my pecs pressing out against my shirt, nipples hard and erect and scraping themselves against the fabric as it stretched out from the insane pump I was getting.  I was dripping sweat. My upper body felt fucking amazing and completely engorged.  God, I felt strong.  He made me feel strong.   This guy.  Whoever he was.  He made me feel invincible.  Fuck. I could hardly hear anything, my heart was pumping hard.  The beast inside was banging at the gate. 

 

“That was good.”  He said it simply, but locked eyes with me again as he said it and I knew that he was satisfied with what he told me to do.  I looked at him and then looked away. 

 

We worked out the rest of the session separated.  I kept looking over to what he was doing.  I wanted to be working out with him, but he hadn’t invited me and I was not about to intrude.  He had a powerful looking ass himself, likely built in this very room.  I bet he had some impressive thrust too.  My vision blurred as I imagined him entering me with force, my hole enveloping his impressive cock. 

 

I snapped out of my daydream only to find a half-erection and my hands rubbing my pecs and twisting my sensitive nipples subconsciously. I was leaking precum.  I couldn’t believe I had zoned out like that in public.  I looked over to where he was and saw that he was staring at me with that smile on his face.  I turned away. My cheeks were red and my erection withered away.  Fuck…he saw.

 

I walked into the locker room a few minutes later.  I couldn’t believe that I had been fantasizing like that in the middle of the gym. Shit.  And HE saw it all. 

 

“Hey Danny. Looks like you were feeling good out there.” The guy was opening his locker just a couple down from mine.  “It’s all good. Don’t be embarrassed.  You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.  I liked the show.” He flashed me that mischievous smile again.  “My name’s Brandon.” I was having tunnel vision. 

 

Brandon extended his hand to shake mine.  The beast inside of me was raging, banging at the door, shouting for release.  I could barely hear myself think. I took his hand and looked in his eyes.  He looked at me, almost seriously.  “Are you OK, Danny?”  There it was again.  My name wrapped in silk.  He was licking my hard nipples, kissing my mouth, ramming my ass—all with his voice.  “Danny?”  My eyes had glazed over.  I could tell.  I was in a different place.  What was happening to me?

 

“Yes?” I said plainly. Distantly.  Fuck, the beast was coming through the door. Brandon was letting it out.  Brandon. Brandon.  My mind went blank and the world became sharply focused.  Something had just happened. Something…shifted inside of me.  Shifted – that’s the best word for it. Brandon.  His name repeated over and over in my head.

Brandon reached out to shake me awake, I remember that now.  He put his hand on my shoulder.  “Danny?”  My eyes snapped open and looked up but not at him.  I couldn’t look him in the eyes.  I was barely worthy to be this close to him.  Things had just changed for me.  I wasn’t afraid of the beast any more.  I was the beast. The beast now belonged to Brandon. I was now Brandon’s—Brandon’s property to do with what he desired.  Everything was clear.  I felt overwhelming calm and devastating power pouring through every cell in my body.

 

“Danny, take your clothes off and go get in the shower.”  I didn’t think.  I only responded.  Almost before the last word was out of his mouth, I reached up to my collar and pulled the almost-too-tight t-shirt off of my body in one quick movement. The shirt ripped cleanly down my chest and my hulking torso was laid bare.  I was in a trance almost.  My thumbs snagged the waistband of my shorts and pulled ripping them off of me.  My cock went from soft to hardest-in-my-life in about 5 seconds.  I started dripping viscous ribbons of precum honey. Long strands of it flowed from my cock head to the ground. 

 

I was not even thinking.  I did not have to think.  I only had to do what he said.  I was in nirvana.  I stood there for a moment, hoping that he approved of my body. My chest was pumped beyond anything I had felt before.  My arms and shoulders had striations threatening to burst of the skin.  My legs were quivering with strength and power.  Veins crossed over their surface.  I could feel my traps straining to reach my ears.  Every part of my body sought his approval.  His glance dismissed me to the shower stalls but I noticed a small, almost imperceptible glimmer in his eye and the slightest smile.

 

I kept looking down and backed away, walked to the shower and got in.  I was so hard. No one had ever turned me on more—not even remotely.  And he had only said my name and given me a simple command.  I showered quickly, rinsing myself off.  I knew he was waiting for me. 

 

I dried off in the stall and walked back to the bank of lockers around the corner.  He stood there, eyes drilling into my soul. He was appraising me. Weighing, measuring, assessing, making judgments, pondering, I don’t know what else.  It wasn’t my concern.  My only concern was his will.  What he desired, wanted, needed.  I felt cock rising again and my fuck hole quiver. It was hungry for him.  Only he could fill me—emotionally, mentally, and physically. 

 

He took a step toward me, looking up into my avoidant eyes.  He was so close; I could feel his warm sweet breath on my chest.  Galactic power coursed through my thick hard bull muscles fed by angry thickening ropes of veins and arteries. 

 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, Danny.” 

 

* I am adding a photo of my muse, Danny, on the weight bench so you can have an idea of what you will be reading about, and J/O'ing to for the rest of the story.  You're welcome.  There are also some more photos on the second page of comments that I added.  

[SeaMusc]

Some of you who have followed my writing know that I always do multiple parts...so, to answer the pvt messages - there will most definitely be more.  Im just getting started. :-)

 

[cutlerfan]

Intriguing! This opens up a multitude of possibilities.  The story moves along well and the descriptions are excellent. I know there will be more but even alone this is a great work.

[muscleknight]

Wow. What an incredible start! Can't wait for the next instalment..

[Guest]

I knew when I saw “SeaMusc” that this was gonna be good, but Wow.

[TheWeremuscleForest]

This man is an exceptional writer guys. His stories always have that personal feel to them, like the characters are taken from experience. He doesn't necessarily go for the over-the-top growth stuff, just full on worship and realistic muscle.

Nice job as always Kyle!

[hardmuscl4life]

Your stories are always great.  This one is no exception sir.  Thoroughly enjoyable...

many thanks

george

[SeaMusc]

You are too kind, gentlemen.  Working on the next chapter now.  Thanks for the warm welcome back.

 

[Guest]

Fantastic plot and outstanding writing. Love it! 

[YouOweMeMoney5123]

Holy cow that was incredible!