Little Mouse - Part Eight

[londonboy]

Michael heard them arguing before he even got within the pool area.  It suddenly dawned on him that neither guy would want to see him there.  Tommy was probably furious that he had seen Matt last night and Matt had made it very clear he didn’t want Michael seeing Tommy anymore.  Michael crept into the pool grounds and stood behind some bleachers – where he had a clear view of both men and could hear what they were saying.  He was completely taken aback, and kind of turned on for some reason, when he glanced around the bleachers and saw that chubby Matt was holding Matt in the air – his hand clenching the front of the wrestler’s pants and his belt.

“Put me down, Tommy.”

“No, not if you’re going to try and slug me again, Matt.”

“I’m sorry about that.  It was stupid of me.  You just gotta promise me that you won’t give Michael any more power bars.  And I think it would be best if you didn’t even talk to him.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be telling me what to do, Matt.”

“I’m not telling.  I’m asking as a friend.”

Tommy immediately dropped the wrestler to the ground and turned from him.  Matt’s tone had been friendly – almost begging.  It was a very different attitude than Michael had ever seen in the guy.  Matt fell on his butt, but slowly got back up and faced the other man.

“Can’t you do this for me, Tommy?  You know I like the guy.”

“You’re stringing him along, Matt.  Just like you did to . .  .”

“To you, Tommy?  We both know that’s not true.  I was honest from the start.  You knew I had a girlfriend.  You knew I didn’t want to be out of the closet.”

“And the same thing is happening now with Michael!”  Tommy turned back to face the other guy.  They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“You don’t know that, Tommy.  Michael and I have something special.  I just need some time to work things out.  I know he’s told you how he feels about me.  You don’t want to go and mess with that, Tommy.  We know what happens if you mess with true love after dealing with the power bars.”

Michael basically missed the last part of what Matt said.  He was too focused on the fact that the big guy had said he was working things out.  And he used the words ‘true love.’  Michael’s head and heart were so busy trying to wrap themselves around the idea that Matt really cared for him, he missed a huge part of the next few sentences in their conversation.  Michael was too elated to hear anything.  

“Why shouldn’t I give him more bars, Matt?”

“You know why, Tommy.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay.  I want to be the biggest and strongest guy on campus.”

“You’ll never be the strongest.”  Tommy glared at the wrestler.  It was clear they both knew that title only went to Tommy. 

“Okay, the biggest and the second strongest.  Are you happy?”

“Why couldn’t you love me, Matt?”

The obvious pain in Tommy’s voice and the bluntness of the question snapped Michael back into the present situation.  Time stood still while he waited to hear Matt respond.  The next few sentences were obviously going to define the guy in Michael’s eyes.

“You wanted too much, Tommy.  And I wanted different things.”

“I gave you everything I had!”

“I know, Tommy.  And I continue to thank you for that, but we both have to move on.  Remember, you made the choice.  I didn’t force you.  I didn’t make you this.”

“I loved you, Matt.  That’s why I did it.”

“Maybe you loved me too much.”

There was dead silence.  Michael was pretty sure Tommy was crying.  His heart broke for his fraternity big brother, but his lust for the wrestler was too much.  Matt had said he wanted to work things out with Michael – and that made the newly muscled guy very happy.

“If you still love me, Tommy, and if you feel about Michael the way I think you do, then you’ll let me have him.”

“You know what it will do to me.”

“I do, but the good news is you’ll still have your strength.” 

“I don’t do this for you, Matt.  I do it for Michael.  I know he likes you . . . a lot.  But I swear, if you hurt him . . .”

Tommy stopped in mid-sentence.  There was nothing more to be said.  Both men knew the conversation was over.  They both understood the other’s stance.  Tommy glared at Matt for a few more seconds and then he turned and walked away – in the opposite direction of Michael.  There was a strange tugging in Michael’s heart at that moment.  Something in Tommy’s voice . . . his demeanor . . . his firmness moved Michael very much.  But as the younger guy looked at Matt, the wrestler, that familiar lust . . . no, need . . . for his muscled body returned.  There was something deeper and more powerful resonating in Michael, but he didn’t stop to analyze the feeling.  He went back to the gate, opened and closed it loudly, and then called out.

“Matt, are you here?” He walked around the bleachers and the look on Matt’s face was exactly what he wished for.

“Holy fuck, Mouse, look at you!”

“What?” Michael asked, feigning ignorance.

“You look like you’ve been supersized three or four times.”

“Oh that.  Yeah, I guess I’m a little bigger.  Care to take it inside the gym and wrestle, just to see how much I’ve truly grown.”

Michael had moved close to Matt, enough to notice he was breathing kind of hard.  The big wrestler was clearly turned on.  This made Michael go crazy.  He could feel the blood – tainted with a wild sexual drive – pumping through his body.  He wanted Matt more than ever.  There was something in the back of his mind gnawing at him, but his raging hard-on helped him to ignore it.  

“Naw, mousey-Mouse, that’s okay.  I’m a little beat from lack of sleep.  I think I’ll just head back to my room.”

“I really wasn’t asking, Matt.”

Something sinister took over Michael.  He could feel the power surging through his body and he loved it.  He knew he was strong as shit and all he wanted to do was use that strength – to impress Matt . . . or was it to put him in his place.  It didn’t matter.  The urge won out.  Without any warning, Michael dipped his newly broad right shoulder down and pressed into Matt’s tight mid-section before the wrestler could do anything.  Suddenly, Michael was back upright and Matt’s body rested easily in the air on his shoulder.  Michael started walking toward the gym.

“Matt, remember when you said I wouldn’t be dominating you until donkey’s flew?  Well I think a bunch of jackasses just sprouted wings.  Your body feels so light on my shoulder.  So light, in fact, that it feels like I can do this.”

Michael bounced Matt’s body into the air with his shoulder and at the same time he brought his open hand up – pressing into Matt’s mid-section and before the wrestler even had time to figure out what was happening, Michael pressed the guy into the air – with just one arm.  Matt’s body was suddenly held aloft by Michael’s extended gun.  Then, as if to pour salt in an open wound, Michael started to press the wrestler’s body up and down without any sign of struggle.  Matt was too flabbergasted to say, let alone, do anything to stop Michael.  It wasn’t clear if he would have been able to anyway.  When Michael got them into the gym he noticed two guys were playing basketball.  He hoisted Matt’s body into the air and walked directly to a spot near them.  He simply growled loudly and easily pumped out a rep with the wrestler’s body.  The two guys immediately got the message and left the gym so quickly their unforgotten ball rolled across the floor slowly.  Michael then walked over to the wall and with his free hand he reached up and grabbed the corner of the mat that was hanging there by three big spikes – it’s where the thing was stored during basketball games or when wrestling wasn’t happening.  Michael tugged, but was a little too forceful and two of the spikes came out of the wall while the third snapped in two.  Michael acknowledged what he had done with a slight ‘huh’ and then dropped the mat on the floor.  He raised his arm – taking Matt’s body up with it and then dropped him onto the mat, as well.  Matt scrambled to his feet quickly, just like a good wrestler.  Matt’s crotch revealed that he was already sporting major wood – clearly turned on by Michael’s display.

“Oh, little Mouse, you’re going to be so sorry.  Those power bars are pretty powerful, but you’re no match for big Matt.  I’m a national champion wrestler and a few added muscles doesn’t make you anything more than the dweeb you are.”

“Matt, Matt, Matt – what are you packing there?  A twenty inch arm?”

“Twenty one, little punk.”

“Well take a look at this, big boy.  It might make that hard cock of yours shrivel up from feeling inadequate.  I believe my ‘dweebish’ arms are now up to twenty three inches and they’re still growing.”

Earlier that morning, Michael had been obsessed with his growth, so he had measured himself.  He was shocked to see how enhanced he had become from the power bars.  When carrying the wrestler into the gym, he had already deducted he had passed the guy in size.  This made Michael go wild inside – since his dream of dominating Matt was about to come true.  He was going to take it slow, though.  He wanted this moment to last.  He brought both of his arms up and flexed them hard – making the biceps swell upward like giant mountains being revealed by a stupendous sunrise.  Matt’s eyes bugged out wider than before and his mouth dropped open in shock.  It did seem that the tension in his crotch immediately subsided, too.

“It seems I’ve become Mighty Mouse while you weren’t looking, Matt.  You might be a world-class wrestler, but I believe my intense brute strength is going to easily dominate you – no matter what you bring to the mat.  It’s going to be like when a suped up truck meets a tank – no matter what fancy bells and whistles the vehicle has, the stronger, more powerful, tank destroys it with the greatest of ease.  And by the way your shorts have tented out again, I think you’re digging the idea of this Mighty Mouse having his way with you.  You’re going to be such a fun big toy to play with, Matt.

Matt, indeed, could now feel his cock leaking pre – just from listening to Mouse spout off about his size and strength.  There was something about being challenged by a bigger guy that just sent the wrestler over the edge.  He knew he’d dominate Mouse with no problem – even with the obvious improvements.  Mouse had only taken two power bars.  That was nothing.  He had also only been growing for a few days.  His strength could be growing, but nothing compared to the biggest man on campus.  Matt was looking forward to plowing his challenger’s sweet mouth later on.

“Oh, and I should confess that I lied to you yesterday, Matt.  I told you I’d only been benching 400 pounds since having the power bars, well that wasn’t exactly true.  It’s a little more than that.  Today I benched 800 pounds without any struggle.  That’s also why I didn’t have trouble pumping out one-handed reps with your big body.”

“No way, little Mouse!”  

There was a tonal mixture in Matt’s response.  It was full of disbelief, awe, jealousy, and lust – all at the same time.  Matt looked at the now bigger Michael and began to realize his desire for Mouse to grow huge and strong was intense.  He was beginning to get that the guy was now really strong – probably strong enough to bench the 800 pounds, for he had lifted Matt easily with one arm.  It had been like Matt weighed nothing at all.  It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what Matt was going to do next.  He was, after all, a wrestler.  Michael dropped his right leg back a little and tensed his mid-section as he watched Matt lower his shoulder and take aim.  

“Little Mouse is going down!”

It was like some kind of battle cry.  The wrestler knew how to tackle a guy and he fully anticipated taking the Mouse down to the mat with what would be a forceful slam of his shoulder.  Matt didn’t take into account, however, how much Michael had grown and how much thicker he had become.  The loud thud of the wrestler’s muscled shoulder meeting the unmovable torso of Michael was deep and echoed throughout the gym.  The sound emphasized how dense the newly big body had already become.  The fact that Michael did not budge at all stunned Matt – both physically and mentally.  Little Mouse had just taken a full-on shoulder slam from the wrestler and he didn’t double over in pain or go crashing to the floor.  He stood there – absorbing he hit with his now muscled-covered body – as if he was the windshield of a speeding truck and Matt had been an unlucky splattered insect.  Matt was too dazed and confused to react very quickly.

“Well that didn’t work out the way you thought it would, now did it, Matty?”

With lightning speed Michael reached down and locked his arms around the other guy’s upper torso from behind.  In one quick move he jerked Matt upward – so the wrestler was now hanging upside down in Michael’s strong arms.  Matt faced away from his challenger, his legs flailing in the air while his abdomen was held tightly against the other man’s body.  

“Oh man, Matty, I love holding your big body in the air like this.  Let’s give you an upside down bear hug – to see if you can handle the pressure of my twenty-three inch arms.  Let’s start off slowly to make you think it’s not going to get too strong and then feel your body respond in multiple ways as the squeeze starts getting unbearable.  Oh, think of the guys you’ve done this to in the past, Matty.  And to think you never really thought it would be done to you – especially upside down.  Here, I’ll walk around a little just to emphasize how easy it is for me to hold you like some kind of stuffed animal.”

Michael began to stroll around the middle of the basketball court – showing off his growing strength.  Matt’s arms were tightly locked in place at his sides – Michael’s grip being too strong for the wrestler to challenge.  He was like a baby wrapped in a blanket - twisted numerous times around his frame.  The pressure was already getting a little unbearable, but that fact didn’t bring the wrestler discomfort.  In fact, it did the opposite.  It turned Matt on in a way that was utterly new and uncontrollable.  As his torso was crushed by thick arms and it became harder and harder for him to take a deep breath, the guy became majorly aroused – his cock raging hard like a lone oak tree jutting upward in an otherwise barren field.  He also had goose bumps all over his body and his blood was pumping a hell of a lot faster than it ever had before.  Matt was being treated like he was nothing more than a rag doll and it thrilled him beyond belief.  He suddenly realized he was moaning out loud and he hadn’t even noticed.

“Sounds like the little man is beyond excited being dominated by someone bigger and stronger.  Oh Matteroo, now you’re getting a feel for what your body does to me.  Soon, all you’ll think about is my big muscles and how you want me to manhandle you.  You’re going to want my humongous guns wrapped around you any chance you can get.  You’ll be sneaking out of Janice’s bed late at night just to come and beg me to easily lift your body into the air.  It’s getting harder to breathe, ain’t it Matty?  Oh, you just love being forced into submission, don’t you?  We’ve only just begun to have some fun, little man.  I got to make up for some lost time – all those nights when you used me to please yourself and I didn’t get any satisfaction.”

Matt’s body began to flail wildly – like he was trying to escape Michael’s hug, but it quickly became obvious that the dude was having a massive orgasm.  This brought even more joy to the big man holding him in the air.  Michael’s strong grasp and talking all dominant had proven to be too much for the captive wrestler.  His lust for being forced into submission was just too intense.  His ejaculation was powerful and long.  Michael hugged the convulsing dude even tighter – cutting off all airflow for a few seconds.  When the orgasm was over, Michael dropped Matt onto the wrestling mat and stared down at the spent boy.

“Aw Matty, was my strength too much for you?  You couldn’t stop from exploding, could you?  Look, you’ve made a big nasty mess in your pants.  A big old tribute to my new muscles, huh?  I wish you could feel all this power surging through my body, man.  It’s like I’m growing by the second and all my bulges are just constantly begging to do something to use my new strength.  I just want to flex all the time.  Gotta show you, little Matty, what these humongous guns look like now!”

Michael shot his arms up into a double bi flex and mounds of muscle shot up all over the place.  His new size and tensed arms proved to be too much for his tight tank top.  The two straps both snapped apart as soon as the big man’s arms and chest popped out like mountains.  The remnants of the destroyed shirt floated down around the guy’s small waist.  Matt was watching from down on the ground and let out a loud moan as soon as he heard the cloth rip.

“Yeah, look at that, Matty, all this hugeness wanted to be free.  That shrimpy little shirt just couldn’t contain all of this.  My Mighty Mouse muscles need to be out in the open for you, little fella – so you can worship them.  Hey, let’s get you back up on your feet so we can have some more fun.”

 Michael bent over and grabbed Matt at his waist.  He easily lifted him off the floor and held him so his feet dangled in the air.  Toying with the cute wrestler was making Michael crazy with excitement.  He was going to some place he knew was dangerous, but he didn’t care.  Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think having strength and muscles would be so much fun.  He was now understanding Matt’s domineering cockiness on a whole new level.  He related to his friend in an entirely new way and was having trouble remembering what it was like to be the smaller guy.  Right now, both men were terribly excited about Michael’s newfound strength and the fact that he held the wrestler off the ground without any problem.

“Matty Smatty, you are so freaking light.  I’m holding you off the ground and your weight doesn’t even register to my huge guns at all.  We’re going to have to add some more muscle to you, little man, so I’ll actually feel something when I pick you up.  Hey, Matty, did you ever want to fly?  Let’s see how high I can toss you.”

Without much of a warning than those few words, Michael shot his arms into the air and released the wrestler’s body.  Matt sailed straight up – about fifteen feet and then fell back down towards the ground.  Michael grabbed the wrestler by the waist and caught him before he could hit the floor.  It all happened so fast Matt had very little time to consciously register what was happening, he merely gurgled joyfully like a little kid.  Michael immediately did it again, sending Matt’s body even higher – soaring up without any problem because of the gym’s high ceiling.  This time, when Matt was caught in Michael’s arms a deep moan escaped the wrestler’s mouth – he loved the fact that his big body could be tossed so easily.  

“Well that certainly pleased you, didn’t it, little guy?  You were soaring through the air with the greatest of ease.  Did you feel like a superhero, Matty?  Like Peter Pan?  Or did it take you back to when you were a little tyke and your father would toss you up like that?  I think it’s time for something really fun.  Let’s have a strength contest, okay, little guy.  Here, I’ll set you back down on land and we’ll lock hands.  Let’s see what those little muscles of yours can do.” 

Michael lowered Matt to the floor.  He then held up his big hands and Matt let out a slight moan when he saw how much the guy’s paws had grown.  Not only were Michael’s guns now twenty-three inches thick, but his fingers were much thicker, as well.  Matt placed his smaller palms against Michael’s and they both tightened their fingers.  Immediately, Matt started squeezing and pressing into the other guy.  Michael let out a loud yell of pain and his hands went backwards.

“Arghhhh!!!”

Matt was instantly super charged by the fact that he had caught the other man off guard.  The wrestler intensified his pressure – squeezing his fingers with all his might and pushing hard.  Michael’s legs began to buckle and the big man’s body started lowering to the ground as he gritted his teeth and tightened his eyes in pain.  A loud growl came from Matt’s throat as he clearly took control again and dominated the other guy.  

“Yeah, Little Mouse, you’re not so mighty now, are you!”

Suddenly, Michael’s face no longer showed pain and a somewhat sinister smile crept across this lips.  He turned his gaze upward and the grin got bigger.  His palms abruptly stopped moving and it was clear that Matt’s efforts were doing nothing at all to the big man.

“I had you going for a second didn’t I, Matty?  Is that all the pressure you got, man?  Cause I’m feeling nothing.  I just thought I’d put on a little show for you – you know, to get you going.  Here, dude, let me show you what real power is.”

Michael only used a fraction of his strength.  He knew better than to use his full power – it would have crushed every bone in Matt’s hands, but he did exert enough pressure to instantly make the wrestler cry out in pain.  Michael stood back up fully as his hands easily pushed back against Matt’s and he squeezed the guy’s fingers mercilessly.  Matt’s eyes were wide with shock and lust, even though his fingers felt like they were caught in some kind of tightening machinery.  He was completely turned on by the fact that he had been duped by Michael.  The strength in the other guy’s hands was amazing, cock-hardening, and excruciating all at the same time.  Matt’s eyes widened even more as he struggled hard to push back against Michael’s hands and nothing happened.

“Remember when you used to hold me down on the bed with one hand, Matteroo?  That used to turn me on so much.  You had so much power in that one arm smashing me into the mattress.  The more I struggled the more I got turned on.  Now, you’re getting a taste of what that felt like, aren’t you, baby.  I can tell you’re excited – way beyond belief – by the fact that my hands barely register any pressure from you at all – but you’re struggling with all your might.  I’m using about as much force as I would to swing open a door, man.  Doesn’t that make it even hotter?”

Michael’s words made Matt moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain.  His fingers felt like they were very close to the breaking point and the thought that Little Mouse was dominating him so easily brought him to the brink of orgasm, as well.  He was, indeed, using all of his strength and, yet, Michael was easily pressing him backwards.  Since they were facing each other and were very close, Matt got his first good look at Michael’s newly improved muscles.  Bulges popped out everywhere – not from being tensed, but merely because they were now huge and hard.  Michael knew Matt was admiring his new body.   

“Oh Matty-my-man, I used to think you were so strong!  I could blast out a big one just from thinking about your strength and what you could do to me.  The way you could toss me around the room was the only kind of foreplay I could ever need.  Now, it seems the tide has turned.  Look at all those little beads of sweat across your forehead as you try to compete with my new power.  Here, let’s get you into a friendlier position.  I’m not going to break anything, Mattty, but I am going to show off a little.”

Michael squeezed his fingers a little more.  Matt threw his head back as he let out a scream of pain and his knees buckled.  Within a few seconds, Matt was kneeling before Michael with his wrists bent backwards – unable to anything except give in to the stronger man’s grip.  Michael then quickly pulled his arms in revers – dragging Matt’s upper torso with them.   Matt’s face slammed into Michael’s raging hard on, barely concealed by his tight cotton shorts.  Both men immediately let out loud moans of pleasure.  Matt instinctively turned his head sideways so he could wrap his mouth around Michael’s hard cock.  

“Guess you figured out those power bars helped another part of me grow, too, huh, Matty?  I can kind of dominate you in that area now, too.  We’ll have to compare later on, so you can get excited even more – seeing how thick and long my tool has become – especially when compared to yours.  Oh man, your mouth feels so hot, Matty.  You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this moment.”

By this point, Michael had released Matt’s hands and placed his big paws behind the wrestler’s head.  He was pressing Matt’s face into his crotch even harder and moving the guy’s mouth up and down on his stiff log to give himself more pleasure.  Matt could do nothing but enjoy the job – he wouldn’t have been able to pull his head back even if he had wanted to.  Being used as a pleasure tool by the bigger man was almost too much for Matt – he could tell his own cock was ready to spew again.  The shift in roles – from dominator to the one being dominated – was such an amazing turn on.  Matt couldn’t explain it – even if he had tried.  He just loved the fact that he could feel Michael using him like he was nothing more than a dishcloth or a toy.  The pressure behind Matt’s head made it very clear that the wrestler couldn’t do anything to match the new strength of Little Mouse.  He simply had to give in and do what his master ordered.  And that thought got his cock harder than it had ever been in his entire life.

“How ‘bout we really get this party started, Matteroo!”

Michael pulled the other guy’s head back from his crotch and then gave him a little shove.  Matt’s body fell back to the mat on the floor and he lay there looking up Michael’s huge muscles – with a face full of desire.  Michael fell on top of the wrestler and could tell his weight coming down hard knocked the wind out of Matt.  Immediately, Michael started grinding his crotch against Matt’s and pressed his big frame into the other man.  The mixture of the heavy weight, hard cocks rubbing against each other, and Michael letting out a deep growl made Matt moan like an alley cat in heat.  Michael pressed his newly muscled body into the wrestler even more – just to get the guy to moan louder.  By this point, Matt had no control over his body whatsoever – he had simply submitted to his intense desire for having Michael dominate him.  He no longer struggled against the bigger man – he merely gave into all the pleasure he was feeling.

“Oh Matt-baby, I love squishing your body against the floor.  You feel so small and defenseless underneath me.  I bet I could grind you to orgasm with just a few more thrusts.  You ready to cum for me, Matty?  You ready to give up control of your cock to my muscles . . . my strength.  Tell me how much you want me, man.  Beg me for more, Matty.  Come on; let me hear you plead for domination.  Tell me how much you want me to pound that sweet tight wrestler ass of yours.”

“Oh fuck, Michael, please plow me.  Take my virgin ass, now, man.  I’m all yours.  There’s nothing I could do to stop you, anyway.  Fuck me now, please.  Overpower me with those big muscles and have your way with me.  God, I need you inside of me right now, man.  Pop my sweet cherry ass, Mighty Michael.  I want you to control me completely.”

Sweeter words had never been uttered in Michael’s opinion and the fact that Matt used his real name almost sent him over the edge.  He now fully understood why the wrestler used to get so turned on by dominating him.  Controlling the smaller man was mind-blowing.  Hearing Matt beg to be plowed was like winning the lottery, celebrating Christmas, and a combination of all your birthdays happening on the same day.  Michael raised his body off the other man by pressing up with one of his huge arms.  At the same time he used his other bulging gun to easily flip Matt’s tight body over.  As soon as Matt was facing the floor, Michael brought his big paw up to the man’s ass and grabbed it hard.  Matt cried out loudly with desire.  Michael kneaded those sweet ass cheeks like he was crushing bricks in his hand.  Matt raised his ass off the mat both from the pain and as an invitation for the bigger man to claim his prize.  Michael gripped the man’s pants and easily ripped them and his underwear from Matt’s lower body.  The wrestler’s perky bubble butt was now fully exposed and Michael let out a primeval yell that sounded like some huge animal about to pounce on his prey.

“Aw, holy hell, look at that fucking hot ass, little Matty.  That thing looks sweeter than a thousand doughnuts or trash bags full of candy.  Hot damn, that thing also looks tighter than anything I’ve ever seen.  You sure you want my big rod prying those cheeks apart and slamming into that pretty little hole of yours, Matty baby?”

“Fuck me Michael!  Fuck me now!  I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life!  I love you, dude.  Take me.  I’m all yours.  I give myself to you.  I want you with every part of my body.”

“You sure, little man?  It’s going to be painful.  You sure you want this?”

“Yes!  I’m all yours!”

“Nope, not happening, little Matty.  Not today.  Not ever.”

And with that final comment Michael quickly pulled his body away and stood up.  It took a few seconds for Matt to realize the big man wasn’t on top of him anymore.  Matt quickly turned his head and looked up at the other guy.  His ass was still poking up in the air – begging for penetration.  Michael had a smile on his face that immediately revealed his feelings.

“Now you know, Matt.  You know what it’s like to want something so much and realize you can’t have it.  I used to pine for you in my dorm room every night.  I used to jerk myself off just hoping and praying you’d call and beckon me to your room.  It hurts, doesn’t it, little man – to want something that badly and then to find out it can’t be yours.  Look at you – so hot and bothered you can’t even see straight.  I played you, dude.  Just like you’ve been playing me for a long time.  I can’t plow you, little Matty, cause – you see – I’m in love with someone else.  There’s a guy that’s shown me what it really means to be cared for.  There’s a guy across this campus that has never called me ‘Little Mouse.’  And he never took advantage of me.  As a matter of fact, he always helped me.  Sure, he might not have your nice muscular wrestler body, but he’s got something even better.  He’s got a good heart.  I’m going to walk out of here now, Matt, and I’m never going want you again.  I’m also going to smile as I leave because I know before I even get to that door over there you’re going to be beating off that little dick of yours thinking about me.  And you’re going to continue to think about me for a long time – even when you’re with Janice!  You know, Matt, I did really care for you once.  I want you to know that.  But that’s in the past, now.  I need to be with someone a little more authentic and truthful.  I wish you the best, man.  I really do.  But this huge muscular Mighty Mouse has a date to keep.  A date with a fantastic guy.  Here, I’ll give you a big biceps flex to fuel your orgasm!  Take care, Matt.”

Michael raised his arms into a double biceps pose and flexed hard.  His biceps seemed to have grown even larger in the last hour or so.  Matt’s hands shot immediately to his hard cock – even as his face continued to look shocked and lustful.  Michael held the flexed pose as he walked away – knowing full well the wrestler would be watching him the entire time.  Right before he walked out the door he heard some loud moans, a few deep breaths, and then the throttled grunts as Matt released his giant load in homage to the now larger and more dominant Michael.    

[Hanugumo]

Welp: That was the price Matt paid for how he treated Michael before he grew. But it is sad that it happened. Especially because Matt actually loved Michael and Michael actually loved Matt before the Power bars. ='(

 

But now Michael and Tommy are gonna be together aren't they? ^^;

[Guest]

4 hours ago, Hanugumo said:

Especially because Matt actually loved Michael and Michael actually loved Matt before the Power bars. ='(

 

I don’t think Matt actually said he loved Michael, just that Michael loved him and that they had a good thing going.

[liftme]

Dude that was so awesome the way he explained what he could do to the wrestler. And even better how he played him and gave him what he deserved.  But I really enjoyed his strength.  Thank you LB.

[TheOnceandFutureFreak]

Just amazing. I couldn't have imagined it any better. I'm glad he figured out the difference between love and lust. It's a fine line and we can trick ourselves into one when it's really another. I'm still very interested in what Tommy did to get where he is and why he had to give up his size although it's kind of a moot point because he has someone who loves him 

[Ro20316]

As i see it Matt drove Michael away with his contant pushing. He jus wanted Michael when he wanted a good fuck and lil by little he was falling for it. I dont know if Mat was in love of dominating Michael or love him like a man.

Michael realized that Tommyw as helping but does Tommy loves Michael? I'm sure teh ony one who will fight Michael for dominance is Tommy but why did Tommy's vody changed and Michel hasn't (yet).

There is mor e to the story and i would love to know

[spacevlad]

Great twist at the end. Can't wait for Michael and tommy to get together and grow even more.

[xboy]

Mike need more! Grow little mouse! You deserve it! You are a fucking beast, love him! 

[Aletrius]

Excellent descriptions as always, so glad you returned to this story. Looking forward to chapter 9!

[Aletrius]

Excellent descriptions as always, so glad you returned to this story. Looking forward to chapter 9!