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Second Service -- Variation on a Theme


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[I'm posting this for a friend who prefers to remain anonymous. -- RPJ]

The beginning of this is completely ripped from something Marquis De Rent did.  Link here to his original, excellent story.  

http://marquis-de-rent.tumblr.com/post/157306866892/second-service-short-smut

 

 As I am a terrible writer I had this idea of taking this story in a different direction, and it was easier if I kept the same setup.  I hope this creative license is OK.


 

It was our traditional friday night beer, at our usual gay pub. I met with three or four friends to down a few beers, and then a few more beers, get tipsy, take the best leak of the week, and then finally go home, eating some greasy take away. I love those evenings; it’s the best way to blow off some steam, talk some shit and have a great laugh. I knew all the patrons at that pub, so it wasn’t unusual that I’d hear someone shout my name to get my attention.

 

“Oh my god! Is that you Tony?!” I heard behind me.

 

I turned and froze. Half of me knew exactly who that man was; the other half refused to acknowledge it. Kevin Cox (yes, that is his real name. Kevin motherfucking Cox). My ex boyfriend.  Not just my ex boyfriend…my ex boyfriend from high school. We were together from 15 to 20. Last time I saw him was 10 years ago, when I dumped him.

 

“Kevin? Oh my… I didn’t expect to see you here. It’s been been forever. You look great buddy,” I stuttered.

 

He did look great, but the two main reasons were that my most recent memory of him was a 20 years-old acneic boy, crying his eyeballs out so much that he had a running nose, and then shouting at me that “IcouldnotdumphimbecausehestilllovedmethatwasunfairandIwasacoldheartedbitch” with such force, that his face was red and had veins poping out. So yeah, that alone was a major source of improvement. The second reason was he did actually look great. He was a bit taller than I remembered, and had obviously been hitting the gym. He had beefy shoulders and arms, pecs showing under his tee, tight flat midsection and his legs stretched his jeans in an almost indecent way.

 

“Thanks you,” he beamed, “you look amazing too. You even lost the little fat you had as a teen,” he said way too loud, putting his huge mitts on each side of my midsection.

 

Asshole. I did have a bit of chub around my waist 10 years ago, and I went to great lengths to get rid of it. I even became quite athletic. Nothing like him, to be honest, but still decent. I smiled warmly trying not to show that he had hit a sensitive spot. But I’m sure he knew it. Kevin was, and still is, extremely clever. Too clever for his own good, and for the good of others, since he is a major sociopath.

 

When I started dating him at 15 I was on cloud nine. He was handsome, he had a goofy smile and a face so adorable, everybody found him endearing. That feeling tended to disappear shortly after you got acquainted with him, though. He hated people, he was a convinced misanthrope, he only loved book and sports. When I say sports, please understand I mean performance…his performance. He’d do track n’ field and swimming at a high level, and was obsessed with his results. At first,all his entourage was relieved that he came out and found himself a lovely, cute, popular boyfriend (me, obviously). But, as the only human he deemed worthy of his affection, I rapidly became one of his pet obsessions and every means to keep me by his side was good. Over our five years together, he developed an eating disorder that he tried to force on me, cut me off from all my friends and shamed me about my body and my preoccupations that he deemed frivolous. And he dealt with our breakup the same way he dealt with anything not going his way: by throwing a major tantrum and being an abusive twat.

 

That being said, you’d think I’d punch that toxic, piece of shit in the throat and walk away. I would have, if it wasn’t for the following three key element. One, it was ten years ago and people change over the course of ten years (or so I wanted to believe). Two, he’s hot, and I try to avoid antagonizing thick, strong, hot, cute, thirty-year old men, since they might be mating partners, even if just for a night. Three, I’m terrible at making decisions.

 

“ I’d never have thought I’d run into you,” he said. “ After all I did to you, I was sure you’d avoid me like plague.”

 

“ Actually I was,” I slipped.

 

“Ouch. Fair enough,” he laughed. “What are you drinking? I’d love to catch up with you handsome! ”

 

“Beer, obviously.” I said, raising my almost empty pint.

 

We downed many beers. Much more than I usually do. We talked about what we did over the last ten years. Where we both were in our lives now. And so on until it was past midnight.  I was halfway between tipsy and wasted, when I decided it was time to move on with my friday night routine : peeing, eating takeaway, going home.

 

First, taking a piss. I don’t care much for bodily waste fluid evacuations but the friday night piss, after a shitload of pints, is just the best feeling ever.

 

“ I’m gonna go take a leak,” I said to Kevin.

 

“ Same here. Lead the way,” he answered.

 

So, we went to the bathroom, I positioned myself on one of the urinals, he respected the bathroom etiquette by leaving an empty one between him and me. I heard him unzip and take a quick powerful piss. Meanwhile, I was struggling with my zipper, and my feelings. He was done before I had even opened my fly.

 

“ Tony? Are you seriously that wasted?!” he laughed, getting behind me.

 

He reached around me and undid my fly, slightly pulling down my jean and reaching my underwear. He grabbed my dick with one hand, pulling on my foreskin so I could pee while the other hand steadied my hips. I lean back on his powerful torso and started releasing myself. Fuck that was the best piss of my life. As I emptied, I hardened between Kevin’s fingers. Once done I was painfully hard and Kevin gave me two slow strokes.

 

“I missed you Tony,” he breathed, in my ear.

 

The whole scene was surreal. But before long, he tugged my hardon back in my briefs, zipped up my jeans, and let go of me. I almost fell backward. He chuckled.

 

“Let’s go to my place.”

 

A few minutes later, we were back to his place. It was spotless and clinical. Everything was white; it wasn’t so much a bias, than an utter lack of taste. White neutral furniture, sofa, appliance, it looked almost like a fake space. The only sign of someone actually living here, was the numerous and gigantic piles of books, DVDs and CDs everywhere.

 

“First, shower,” he said, pushing me in the equally white bathroom.

He undressed unceremoniously and I did the same. As we stood face to face naked, I became very aware of our size difference. I watched us in the mirror on the opposite wall. I was almost 6’, I keep myself trim, I workout to be tight, strong and defined. I keep my body hair clipped short all over. My face is quite angular and I have clear, brown, unruly hair, a short 3 day beard, and blue eyes. He was over 6’, his pale body naturally hairless, except for nice untrimmed bush above his big dick. His body would have looked soft, but the muscle popping under the skin, and his perfect shape, gave a totally different impression, especially his shoulders to waist ratio. He looked intimidating and powerful. His face was clean shaved, with that still boyish look, and he had black eyes and his hair was a weird shade of dull black.

 

I was both intimidated and totally horned up. I was rock hard. He was all smiles and looked down to his slowly rising manhood. I followed his gaze and my heart stopped. As the magnificent dick hardened, I realized he was dwarfing me down there too.  He must have been around 9’,’ and it was sort of thick. Last time I saw him, we were almost the same size down there. I couldn’t help but feel sort of jealous.

 

“Let’s get cleaned up, so we can get dirty,” He said.

 

We both hopped into the shower. The enclosed space made me even more aware of how large he was compared to me now. I was even still wrapping my head around how much larger he was, and that idea of growth got my engines revving. He pressed his body against mine, kindly turning me, caressing my ass, fingering me. I never loosened up that fast, and when he presented his cockhead on my hole, I was shocked to realize that the foreplay and hot water had me ready in a matter of minutes. He didn’t ask or say anything, he just grabbed me by the hips and entered me. We both gasped. I felt his bush against my crack, and before he could even do a single back and forth, I felt his grip tighten unbearably, his whole body shook violently, he almost tripped in the shower, I felt his dick pulse inside me and deliver a fat burning load. I was dumbfounded.

 

“Fuck!” he cursed, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Aw fuck,” panting, “ I’m sorry,” more panting, “fuck you feel so good. Just gimme five minutes and I’ll be ok to go again. Fuck!”

 

He pulled out and we finished showering. He was truly vexed, his face was closed, and his demeanor much less gentle than a few moment ago. Still, I was somehow happy to see this, instead of one of the tantrums he would have had years ago. I imagined his larger, stronger self, having one of his outbreaks of rage that I had been been familiar with. My blood froze. He must have felt that I was drifting to a dark place. He suddenly focused back on me, and pull me in to cuddle and rinse me.

 

Once out, he towelled me off, and we move to his living room, where we crashed on his couch and started making out.  In a matter of seconds he was hard again. He grabbed lube, from god knows where, and lubed his hard, big dick.

 

“This time, I’ll make sure you get your fill,” he chuckled.

 

He laid me on my back, lifted my legs, and started aligning with my hole. He slid in without any resistance. I can not believe I took such a massive cock so easily. He adjusted his position on his knees in front of the couch, while I was flat on my back. He squared his shoulders, puffed his impressive chest, and started thrusting strongly at a regular rhythm. Kevin was alway one for steady, powerful, unimaginative sex. And to be honest, I loved that strong, and to-the-point sort of shag. Before long, we were both sweating heavily, and he had a maniacal smile on his face.

 

“I waited so long for this,“ he growled, “I can’t believe it!”

 

He flexed one of his thick arms and the biceps bulged. My eyes were glued to this display of muscle, and I was almost drooling. His smile turned into a smirk and he lowered his arm so I could grab it and feel it. Had it been possible, my dick would have gone harder.

 

“I remember you had a thing for muscles,“ he mused, between rhythmical thrusts, “and I know I can be what you want.”

 

I suddenly vividly remembred the day he found my pornstash, filled with Hsmuscleboi drawings, photomorphs and bodybuilding pics. I love outrageously massive muscle, and when he found out, he gave me hell, and made sure I felt like a deviant freak. Once again, he felt the uneasiness of the situation. His fucking slowed down to a soft, slow, back and forth, and he covered my body with his.

 

“I know I haven’t always been good to you. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you now,“ he purred, kissing my neck.

 

I started freaking out inside, as I realised Kevin wanted back in my life. I mean he’s hot, and hung, and muscular, and a great fuck, but I wasn’t exactly planning on taking him back, and the mere idea of having to break it to him after sex was panicking me. He straightened, ready to resume his pounding.

 

<REVISION STARTS HERE  THANK YOU AGAIN, MARQUIS DE RENT!>

“I actually have a surprise just for you. I know you’ll love it,” he said, showing me a ring he was wearing.

 

“Wait… you have jewelry for me?”  I was starting to get actively scared.

 

“Yes, and no.  It’s a relic,” he said, while still fucking me slowly, ”something I found working at the museum, but nobody knew what it was.  Nobody except me, that is.”  He smiled hugely.

 

“It’s a love ring from ancient Sumer,” he continued, “it will make me be the object of your hearts’ desire.  You just have to say what it is that you want, and mean it.”

 

At this point I knew we’d entered the twilight zone.  Something in me wanted to know what was up...and a lot of me was really enjoying the fucking from this hot muscled hunk.

 

“Just say it, Tony.  Just say what you want.  I’m betting I know about it already.  When I put the ring on there was a moment where I had to tell it who was the object of my desire...and it was you,” still fucking me slowly...pound...pound…pound….  “Suddenly I was bigger and built like this.  You know I hate gyms!  This happened in a few moments once the ring, well, I guess i told it to ‘lock-on’ to you, for me.”

 

The fucking was getting intense.  I hated it, and I was scared - something in my mind was saying this couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be real...but another part said that he really did hate the gym and there was no way he’d spent the last five years working out to get that body from where he was.

 

Kevin kept talking.  Gently he said “Just say it...say what you want...tell me what you want…”  between his talking so low and the rhythmic fucking I was lulled into it.

 

“Bigger. I want you bigger.”  It was a whisper that escaped my lips.  I knew nothing good could come of this, Kevin is a little crazy, and obviously more than obsessed with me.  Later, all that would come home to roost.  But right then, all I could do was say the words.

 

“Yea, good man...keep saying it.”

 

“Bigger.  I want you bigger...I want more muscle on you…I want you bigger.”

 

“Good boy,” fuck..fuck...fuck, “that’s just the right thing, say what you want, and mean it.  I can tell you mean it…” fuck...fuck...fuck….

 

Ohmigod. Kevin’s muscles started growing while he was fucking me.  It was a little at first, then picked up a pace that was slow but visible.  He was adding what looked like a few pounds a minute to his frame.  The ring gently glowed on his finger, his hands still clasping my ankles.

 

Kevin groaned in pleasure, “You have to say it more. You see?  I can tell you like it.  I love being what you love, I’ve always wanted to be what you love….now keep saying it!  How much bigger?  How big will I have to be for you?”

 

Something inside me that scares me said it wanted this. It wanted this badly, even if it was Kevin...maybe even because it was Kevin.  Darkly unpredictable, toxic, scary Kevin.  

 

That thing inside me opened my mouth and made words come out.

 

“I want you bigger...so much bigger....keep growing for me, I want to see you bigger.”  I whispered these words with desire, and shame, and lust, and fear.  “So much bigger.”

 

It was my mantra - I said it as he kept fucking me.  And Kevin...responded to my mantra by getting more muscular as I spoke the words.

 

His shoulders were growing from fit, through big, to massive.  His traps thickened and climbed his head.  From where my legs were in the air from his fucking his hands grew more and more massive, and where my feet were originally on his shoulders, there was soon no room on those delts and traps for them to rest.  


His arms grew.  First athletic, then powerful, then softballs, then even more, all ripped and massive.  His washboard of abs grew deeper and as his hands held my ankles I could see his lats grow thicker and wider out from just above his waist up to his shoulders.   I couldn’t see his legs, but he was a bit taller on the bed and I knew his calves and thighs had just blown up hugely.  His cock inside me got a little brawnier, thicker.  I could feel it.  It filled me in a way I’d not felt before.

 

The rhythmic motion continued, and the dark place within me hungered more knowing its’ deepest fantasies might just be possible.

 

“Now, baby?” Kevin said as he kept fucking me, “now?  Am I big enough now?”

 

The darkness opened my mouth again and said, this time a little stronger than before, but still barely more than a breeze of breath, “No.  Bigger again.  More muscle...more muscle!  You must be...enormous….”

 

How that came out of me I don’t know.  I didn’t wish for it...but I did wish for it.  I know my own mind enough to know this was one of the things that I kept in the box, buried far out of sight.  What scared me more is I know what else I kept in that box.  If it got out too, and the relic could make it work...but no, that’s not possible.

 

But for now, the fuck that I was receiving was my world.

 

With the word enormous, Kevin’s head and back arched away from me, while the fucking intensified in power, but kept the same rhythm.  His hands on my ankles were like a vise, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, now standing while fucking me with that...same...rhythm.  Just deeper and more powerful with every hit.

 

And his muscles grew bigger every time my ass bounced off his crotch. His chest grew towards me while his shoulders grew wider.

 

“Yes!” he said into the air, “love me! Tony! Love me!”

 

In moments he was the size of the biggest Olympia winner - it doesn’t matter which one.  I wasn’t measuring his arms (yet).   A dozen more times his cock would piston into my ass and he was past that.  At six feet tall he must have weighed over 330 pounds of veiny, ripped muscle..  

 

He was already one of the biggest men ever.  

 

And he was still adding size as the fucking continued.

 

With a dozen more plunges into my desperate hole, and my even more desperate psyche lusting after this kind of muscle, he could only be described as unreal.  Unreal, and almost totally, exactly, what I wanted someone to look like.

 

His shoulders were as wide as he was tall, and were as big as beachballs.  His biceps were the size of melons. His chest was so wide, thick, and deep that it reminded me of plate tectonics as his hands, now paws to match the rest of his absurd proportions, kept me effortlessly in an adamantine grip.  His chest muscles twitched as he kept pounding my ass, creating arcs in space as they bunched, and then back to flat broad space when he relaxed between exertions.  Striations were everywhere - this man had no fat visible.

 

I was still on my back; around my own legs, looking down over the bed I could now see the muscles holding this morph-made-flesh, up.  On his leg, every part of the quadricep was visible, and somehow it squeezed through an almost tiny knee joint and then immediately flared out to a calf that looked like you’d taken it off a character from the Masters of the Universe.  I’m sure his butt was equally impressive, given the fucking I was getting.

 

It was almost everything I’d wanted in another person, physically.  

 

My mouth was again seized by my inside desires.  

 

“Now taller. Keep the muscles...but be even bigger.  Get taller for me....taller.”

 

Kevin started to get taller.  Six feet turned into six foot three, and by the time he hit six foot six he was holding me off the bed, his already massive and still growing hands shifted and were holding me under my back, straight out from that same-rhythmically-pounding cock that was now getting both thicker and longer inside my body.  

 

Six foot nine.


“More… I want you bigger...be more!” I implored him.  

 

Seven feet tall.  Filling the room with size.  Filling my insides with pain-pleasure-pain-almost-toooooomuch-feeling.  

 

He was now moving me up and down his cock as he grew, plunging me down his shaft while his hips bucked forward.  Still in that same - gentle - consistent - rhythm.  Just an impact like a bus rode my ass each time.

 

Seven foot three.

 

Holy shit, a part of me wondered - how big do I truly want him?  How small do I want to feel?

 

Where did that come from?  How small?  I asked myself, but the darkness that sometimes took over my speech, the darkness I was now becoming intimately acquainted with, was somehow silent but knowing. You know what you want.  You’re just afraid of it.

 

Seven foot six.

 

My ass: pound...pound...pound...pound...pound….painpleasurepainpleasure

My mind: ecstasy.  Eyes back in my head.  Somehow seeing this growing...giant...before me, but somehow just lost in the feelings of it all.

 

Seven foot nine.

 

Kevin: “I’m going to come soon.”  Pant, pant.  “I’m going to have to come soon.  This is too much and everything I’ve wanted.”  Pant, pant.  “I don’t care how big I have to be for you, it’s you I want to have….you I must have.”

 

Me: “Almost...almost there…just a little...more!”  Grimace, tolerate the pounding, know everything is as it should be…experience awe at this enormous giant in front of you...

 

Eight feet tall.  Hands as big as hubcaps holding me up, cradling me before this wall of muscle on which my ass rests, his left hand entirely holding my upper back, a thumb and forefinger straddling my neck as the palm holds up my upper back.  Right hand gently cupping my butt and lower back, and swinging my body up and down a massive cock.  How I am fitting this in my body I do not know.

 

Kevin is now probably almost seven hundred pounds.  My mind shuts down to look at him, but my eyes never close.

 

Kevin and me: “AuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!”

 

And we both come.  Mine, the most I’ve ever come, but still nothing compared to him.  He shoots, inside me, and I’m suddenly warm everywhere in my skin.  He is pulling out, and still coming, and he covers my abs and torso as though he had started at my crotch and slowly moved to my chest poured a gallon of milk all over my body.  I am literally covered in spunk.  It drips off me in rivulets as I stare up at an eight foot giant, who is eight feet wide, and who is so covered in muscle he almost looks square.  He is holding me in midair above his waist, and if I were standing on the ground I would barely be the height of his nipples.  

 

I can do nothing except look at him, feel awe, and be tiny.

 

His great shaggy head - expanded proportionately with the rest of him - leans down to kiss me, still holding me before him.  His mouth covers almost all of my face.

 

I am spent, and happy, and scared at this thing I have unleashed upon myself.  I am in literal ecstasy - I cannot think straight, but part of me is wondering what I have done since I also know that no matter what he wants for me, Kevin is more than a little off balance.

 

One thing I know, and I hate that I know it: I like that and I’m attracted to it.  Even if it’s not healthy for me.  Even if it’s terrible for me.  I’m moving more and more into the control of someone who is bad for me.

 

And I’m not done doing it yet.

 

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I like this ending more tbh. It's sweeter and slightly more positive too. ^^ <3

Though I do hope that in any continuation he won't get one of those episodes like in the original and the relationship will become almost destructive and very much abusive. ;n;

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