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This has been coming for over 3 months now.  Every time he is there, I can't take my eyes off of him.  I know he sees me, but I don't care and oddly enough, it seems, neither does he.  He is the largest and most incredible looking man I have ever seen.  He is so thick with muscle that you'd think that he could barely move, but he is incredibly agile.  He is limber and he stretches better than most.  It's as if he has the accelerated body of a gymnast, with huge balloon-like muscles, but he's cut and inhuman looking like a Superhero.  He literally looks like one of those morphed guys that you see online on the Muscle Growth sites, but he's made of real flesh and blood.  All of the woman and some men fawn over him like bees to honey, but when I'm there, it seems his attention is on me, just as much as my attention is on him.  It's uncanny, but I feel he is there just for me.  He is an Asian man, but I'm not sure what ethnicity, nor do I care. He is simply marvelous:  Dark wavy hair, hairless skin like bronzed butter with intense features and a square jawline.  Piercing ocean blue eyes and deep red, plump, delicious looking lips.  His upper arms are at least 30 inches around and his forearms alone must be 20 inches thick.  His chest is like a pair of life preservers made of steel, with nipples that are brownish and as big as a baby's pacifier, that hang down due to the weight of his massive pec muscles.   He never wears a shirt, mainly and honestly, because I don't know of one that would fit him.   He even comes outside shirtless, even in the winter and it's as if the weather doesn't even phase him.  He's always in skintight shorts, of various colors, so he must change them.  Normally shorts of that size, I'm guessing at least a 5XL, would hang loosely on anyone else, but on him they literally look painted on, and that's not just an expression.  You can see every muscle move under those shorts...EVERY muscle!  His ass is as large as small suitcase with two huge basketball rocks for buttocks. His shorts are pulled so tight across them that there is an open gap where his ass-crack begins, that would easily fit a hand down in it loosely, letting you see the beginning of paradise.  The front of his shorts is obscene even beyond porn standards, with his package protruding at least 8 inches out from his body and hanging about the same 8 inches down between his legs.  The mound is filled with a cock that stretches the fabric around it leaving nothing to the imagination and the visibly lined head actually rests below the largest balls of immense glory I have ever witnessed.  His thighs are, each, larger than a Great Dane's torso in which with each step or movement of them shows the muscle cords through his bronze translucent skin. But his legs are, other than a small tuft of black hair under his arms, the most prominent area of his body that has a thin layer of hair running over it.  In fact, actually there only a trace, though It's not noticeable until the light hits it just right, of a smooth field of golden fur covering his body, so even though he looks smooth as silk, he is covered in micro hair.   I have come to realize he does not shave.  Yes, I have noticed him and studied him that closely, but from afar.  You would think that he would be gawked at or even made fun of, but everyone just treats him normal, albeit if normal was acting like schoolgirls meeting the high school quarterback.  No one challenges him and no one gets too close to him, but everyone knows about him, and most are drawn to him.  Me? Well....there is no doubt that I'm drawn to him, but here's the thing, I should mention that I'm not gay, or I don't think I am, but I honestly, since I can't get him out of my head, I just don't know anymore.  I've looked at other guys, big muscular guys, just to see if I'm attracted to them, but...well...I don't think so.  Sure, I appreciate them and, I'm sure due to him, I would love to feel their power, but it's more of an idol/worship thing than it is sexual in nature.  With him?  I'm guessing all bets are off, because from the very moment I see him, my cock is so hard it hurts. 

When he is around, my workout feels amazing.  The pump I get is more than any other time I workout when he's not near me. Is it because I want to impress him or is it something else?  When I'm near him, I have gained more muscle and strength, faster than ever.  I literally have gone from a middle-aged plump man to a well-toned muscled, contest ready bodybuilder...and it's all happening within the last 3 months, since I've seen him.  As well, I think even my cock had grown an inch or two as it was thicker in my hand and to pump it, I could now use 2 hands.  Also, every time he is there, like I said about getting so rock hard, I have no choice but to beat off in the showers. It's uncontrollable.  I literally don't care about anything else, just getting that feeling.  It's a feeling that is beyond a regular orgasm.  It's as if, when I cum, I go to another plane of existence.  The moment the water hits me, I get hard as ever as I feel a power course through me that drives me mad with ecstasy.  My orgasms are doubled in intensity and the amount of cum in me has tripled, as I paint the shower walls and then still in a type of sexual frenzy, I lick them and myself clean of my cum.  The taste of my cum only makes me hornier in a vicious cycle that I can't escape.  Sometimes, even one orgasm isn't enough, as I shoot 2 or 3 times until I empty my newly larger ample nuts. 

 I can't explain the feeling inside me when he is around me.  I'm totally energized, horned up beyond belief, stronger than normal and I feel I could fuck a hole through a wall.   It's as if his mere presence changes me.  Last week, he talked to me and told me how proud he was of my growth in size and strength just in the past few months.  He touched my shoulder and an electric feeling of power and strength that ran through me almost made me pass out.  Visions soared inside me and I looked up at him as I sat on the weight bench and that is when I knew I was his.  He knew it was well as he passed to me, in that moment of touch, everything to get me ready for what was too come.  All he said to me was, "Soon".  I had no idea what he meant, but at the touch of his hand and his word, I got harder than I had ever been almost immediately.  In fact, I shot a small load inside my shorts without even trying.  I worked out for 4 hours that night, with a hard on that would not ebb, until the gym was almost empty.  What the fuck kind of power does this man have over me, I thought, but at the same time, I didn't care. I wanted more.  I went to get a drink of water and got up the courage to go and talk to him, but he was gone. 

I continued to workout for about another hour and then I went to take a shower. Since my hard on would not go down, I... well, let's just say I got a few strange looks, but a couple of the looks were of a definite interest which only made me hornier.  What the fuck?  I was getting sexually aroused by the other guys.  One of the guys actually said to me that I was totally fuckable as he grabbed my rock-hard ass after I had stripped down in the locker room.  I quickly put on my towel, but at the same time I wanted him to continue to touch me.  In fact, I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock under my towel as hand continued to fondle me.  I excused myself by saying , "Soon" (Hmm, that was odd) and I walked to the showers.  As, I passed another guy, in his shower stall, drying off, I stopped when I heard him gasp and mutter under his breath, "Fuuuckkkk me, daddy".  I noticed how thick and muscled he was (which I barely ever would have done before) and I smirked at him as I took off my towel, playfully revealing my hard muscled body and rock-hard dripping cock.  He responded by licking his lips at me and looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "Wanna wack off?" was all he said and honestly, a few months ago, I would have been appalled and disgusted, but now, I'm sure because of my Asian God, I welcomed the man's advances and I desired to stick my cock down his throat or up his ass.  As we both began the ritual, I looked down the shower stall hallway to see the ass groper and another hot well hung black man, watching me as I stepped into the stall, I turned on the water and didn't close the curtain. Both men were hard as rock and seemingly not the bit worried about anyone else that might have seen us.  In fact, all 4 of us felt like the world was only us at the moment and no one else mattered. 

The second the water touched my body, I shot a large wad of precum out into the shower stall hallway, and I heard the black man say, "Fuck, did you see that?" to the ass groper.  I looked over at my other admirer and he was jacking his cock like a fucking rabid animal. His body was hairy and thick with muscle and his cock was very thick with full ripe balls that yearned to explode their cum.  There was no doubt that I yearned for him, but I felt he yearned for me even more and that was even more of a turn on.  I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my cum. I wanted him to eat my ass and suck my cock. I wanted to own him.  In fact, I wanted all 3 of them. I needed them to worship me.  I felt a new power inside of me.  It was a power of dominance and control. I was the Alpha and these...these things...were mine to use and control.  My level of excitement rose in tornado of desire as I began to jack my cock as well.  Using both my hands which didn't entirely cover my shaft, I pumped at him like I was going to fire my cannon across the hallway to put him through the back wall.  He was definitely impressed by my body and the look on his face was the most incredible look of yearning for someone that I had ever seen. He began to moan loudly as we fist fucked ourselves. The other two men couldn't care less about being discreet as they came over, standing outside of my admirer's stall and fist pumped their own cocks.   The sounds of masturbation rang through the stalls and locker room. The wet slapping of skin and the intense crazed moans of a fire that was unrelenting coursed through us. My main focus was on my shower admirer, but I could also hear the satisfied and yearning moans of the other two men as they joined in harmony.  The feeling of one of my new super orgasms was quickly rising and I yelled to them that I was close, pointing with my free hand for the three of them to kneel in front of me.  Without hesitation, he bolted out of his stall and the other two joined him, reaching me with a fervor I had never seen before as they knelt, with a bang on the tile floor, in front of me.   Their mouths opened and I plunged my cock deep in my admirer, just in time for my first huge eruption ever into a man.  At that very moment, I knew I was gay.  I had always known it, but never accepted it.  Now I relished it. 

He tried, but he could not take the amount of cum that was jettisoning out of me into his mouth.  He swallowed as fast as he could, moaning like a cow as my pearl white jizz ran out of the side of his mouth and down onto his furry chest rug.  Both the other men began lapping up the excess cum from his chin and mouth.  Then in response, he began to buck his hips as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock coating my legs and feet. As I continued to cum in my loyal subject, I opened my eyes as I welcomed the site of both Ass groper and the black man standing in front of our stall as they too were cumming aIl over each other.  After we all had expelled our cum for that round, I motioned for the other two men to join me in my stall and for the next 2 hours more cum was ingested and impregnated into my loyal subjects than I thought I was able to produce. I must have cum at least 8 times, each time with only a slight less of an amount. By the eighth orgasm I was cumming like that of a normal man.  All 3 of these normally macho, viral muscle studs were completely under my spell, like my own little piglets.  Oddly, a spell that I never knew I had the power of, but now I had an abundance.   I was now a changed man, no, I wasn't a man any longer.  I was a God and I could have most any man I wanted. I knew it. I felt it.  My Asian God had given me a gift that was the most amazing gift a man could possess.  That night, I went to a gay bar for the first time, and I must have fucked, either orally or anally, about 15 men.  My cum production never stopped, either. 

The next day, I didn't see my Asian God, but I could literally, feel him everywhere I went:  At the restaurant, at the bank, at work, and then especially at the gym. I had sex 14 times that day, once with the busboy, 3 cooks and 3 waiters at the restaurant I went to for lunch, twice with my boss at work and once again with the bank manager.  I was their Alpha and they were my subjects.  As well with each one, my power inside grew as I did as well on the outside. By the end of the day, my clothes were so tight that I decided to talk (or rather fuck the gym manager) into letting me work out in the gym after it had closed.  Without any disturbance from subjects or without the confines of clothing, I worked out nude, cumming all over in the gym as I lifted. Then it happened.

I felt myself changing again...but not just physically.

As I was taking my shower for the night, I felt him.  He was inside me now, but not literally.  He was in the shower stall next to me and I practically blacked out when I first felt him.  It was when I came the first time.  He never said anything out loud, but inside me, as I continued to masturbate, without having control of myself, I felt him. My screams of euphoria filled the building.  I think I must have had an orgasm 5 times in that shower in about 15 minutes.  Finally, I felt his orgasmic hold on me leave my body and I turned off the water and collapsed on the floor.  When I regained some my strength a few moments later, I opened the curtain and left my stall.  Instinctively, I opened his shower curtain 2 showers down and there he was.  He was even bigger than I had seen him a few days prior.  He had been bent over to hide himself from my sight before, but now he stood up.  He was well over 8 feet tall, and I would have guessed around 600lbs of pure muscle.  His cock was beyond immense, being at least 16" long and 10 inches thick, and he was not hard.  I thought to myself of a few days ago, as I gazed at him in servitude, "You touched me and..."  He interrupted my thought and said out loud, "Your Welcome" and smiled.  His voice literally shook the building. Then he motioned for me to come closer to him. He kissed the top of my head and even though I was an Alpha to anyone else that would have crossed my path, I was the loyal subject when it came to him.  I was his servant.  I was his little piglet. 

He held my head and softly raised it up to look deep into the eyes.  No... into my soul.  Then, this colossal, 600lb, 8-foot giant then picked up my, now, 290lb body, by my head, as if I were a feather, to meet his gaze directly across from him.  As I looked into his blue horizon, a warmth came over me and I shivered with joy as I knew I was finally meeting...my maker.   He didn't even have to squeeze my head, to hold me up, as it was a light touch with no pain at all inside me, just an incredible warmth.  I knew my feet had left the floor, but I wasn't afraid for falling back down.  Instead, it felt euphoric.  I felt as if he were to let me go, I would simply float in front of him.  The most amazing part though was that I felt his power coursing through me. I felt his inhuman strength and his calmness of purity and truth.  I felt like I was in a constant state of orgasm, but it something that was sustainable. A controlled euphoria.   I still felt human, but more than that. I knew my body was now superhuman and that of a God, but now, with his touch, inside my mind and my soul, I felt myself progressing to all knowing and omnipotent.  Man was no longer and would never again be a threat to me.  Like him, I knew that I would never die.  I would never get sick.  I would never again feel pain.   As he changed me, he not only improved me, but he cleansed me.  He didn't say a word. He didn't have to tell me what I was becoming.  I knew...and also, I knew my place.  I knew he had chosen me and only me.  I knew I was to learn from him. Yes, the gym was empty, and it was only he and I, but honestly, we could have been in Times Square, and wouldn't have mattered.  It was only us.  We at that moment were the only true beings in the world.  If you would have been there and seen us, our light would have blinded you, but not harmed you.  This world, our world was gone for that time.  I was in another realm, his realm.

He let go of my head and I literally floated down onto my feet. He told me with his eyes to obey his every thought as my journey was far from over.  I knelt in front of him at the precise moment that he thought for me to kneel in my mind. I did as I was told.  I don't know how, but I knew where this is going, and I welcomed it. I yearned for it. He is a God and, even though I would now be considered a God in the eyes of most, I was still insignificant.  He was all that matters.  Soon, I will learn. Soon I will join him as an equal.

Soon...I will become.

 

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On ‎1‎/‎26‎/‎2018 at 4:15 PM, Darmani said:

Uhm...formatting issue?  white background imposed on theme looks off to me.

Audioing it later

 

Still always nice to have you share your work @NYBear

You're correct.  Have no idea why it was doing it.  If you can correct it, by all means, thank you!!

 

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Okay okay ahem, with the Author's permission I repost formatted in a way I feel is more inline with the forum theme.

 

I Begin...

This has been coming for over 3 months now.  Every time he is there, I can't take my eyes off of him.  I know he sees me, but I don't care and oddly enough, it seems, neither does he.  He is the largest and most incredible looking man I have ever seen.  He is so thick with muscle that you'd think that he could barely move, but he is incredibly agile.  He is limber and he stretches better than most.  It's as if he has the accelerated body of a gymnast, with huge balloon-like muscles, but he's cut and inhuman looking like a Superhero.  He literally looks like one of those morphed guys that you see online on the Muscle Growth sites, but he's made of real flesh and blood.  All of the woman and some of the men fawn over him like bees to honey, but when I'm there, it seems his attention is on me, just as much as my attention is on him.  It's uncanny, but I feel he is there just for me.  He is an Asian man, but I'm not sure what ethnicity, nor do I care. He is simply marvelous:  Dark wavy hair, hairless skin like bronzed butter with intense features and a square jawline.  Piercing ocean blue eyes and deep red, plump, delicious looking lips.  His upper arms are at least 30 inches around and his forearms alone must be 20 inches thick.  His chest is like a pair life preservers of steel, with nipples that are brownish and as big as a baby's pacifier, that hang down due to the weight of his pecs.   He never wears a shirt, mainly because I don't know of one that would fit him.   He even comes from the outside shirtless and it's as if the weather doesn't even phase him.  He's always in skin tight shorts, of various colors, so he must change them,  that normally would hang loosely on anyone else, but on him they literally look painted on, and that's not just an expression.  His ass is as large as small suitcase with two huge basketball rocks for buttocks. His shorts are pulled so tight across them that there is an open gap where his ass-crack begins, letting you see the beginning of paradise.  The front of his shorts are obscene by even porn standards, with his package protruding at least 8 inches out from his body and hanging about the same 8 inches down between his legs.  The mound is filled with a cock that stretches the fabric around it leaving nothing to the imagination and the visibly lined head actually rests below the largest balls of immense glory I have ever witnessed, in the front.  His thighs are, each, larger than a Great Dane's torso in which with each step or movement of them shows the muscle cords through his bronze translucent skin. But his legs are, other than a small tuft of black hair under his arms, the  most prominent area of his body that his a thin layer of hair running over it.  In fact, actually there is a trace, though It's not noticeable until the light hits it just right, of a smooth field of golden fur covering his body, so even though he looks smooth as silk, I have come to realize he does not shave.  Yes, I have noticed him and studied him that closely, but from afar.  You would think that he would be gawked at or even made fun of, but everyone just treats him normal, albeit if normal was acting like school girls meeting the high school quarterback.  No one challenges him and no one gets too close to him, but everyone knows about him and most are drawn to him.  Me? Well....there is no doubt that I'm drawn to him, but here's the thing, I should mention that I'm not gay, or I don't think I am, but I honestly, since I can't get him out of my head, I just don't know anymore.  

When he is around, my workout feels amazing.  The pump I get is more than any other time I workout when he is not near me. Is it because I want to impress him or is it something else?  Since seeing him, I have gained more muscle and strength, faster then ever.  I literally have gone from a middle aged plump man to a well toned muscled, contest ready bodybuilder.  As well, I think even my cock had grown an inch or two as it was thicker in my hand and to pump it, I could now use 2 hands.  Also, every time he is there, I have no choice  but to beat off in the showers. It's uncontrollable.  I literally don't care about anything else, just getting that feeling.  The moment the water hits me, I get hard as ever as I feel a power course through me that drives me mad with ecstasy.  My orgasms are doubled in intensity and the amount of cum in me has tripled, as I paint the shower walls and then still in a type of sexual frenzy, I lick them and myself clean of my cum.  The taste of my cum only makes me hornier in a vicious cycle that I can't escape.  Sometimes, even one orgasm isn't enough, as I shoot 2 or 3 times until I empty my newly larger ample nuts. 

 I can't explain the feeling inside me when he is around me.  I'm totally energized, horned up beyond belief, stronger then normal and I fell I could fuck a hole through a wall.   It's as if his mere presence changes me.  Last week, he talked to me and told me how proud he was of my growth in size and strength just in the past few months.  He touched my shoulder and an electric feeling of power and strength that ran through me almost made me pass out.  I looked up at him as I sat on the weight bench and that is when I know I was his.  All he said to me was, "Soon".  I had no idea what he meant, but at the touch of his hand and his word, I got harder than I had ever been almost  immediately.  I worked out for 4 hours that night, with a hard on that would not ebb, until the gym was almost empty.  What the fuck kind of power does this man have over me, I thought, but at the same time, I didn't care. I wanted more.  I went to get a drink of water and got up the courage to go and talk to him, but he was gone. 

I continued to workout for about another hour and then I went to take a shower. Since my hard on would not go down, I...well, let's just say I got a few strange looks, but  a couple of the looks were of a definite interest which only made me hornier.  One guys actually said to me that I was totally fuckable as he grabbed my rock hard ass after I had stripped down in the locker room.  I quickly put on my towel, but at the same time I wanted him to continue to touch me.  In fact,  I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock under my towel as hand continued to fondle me.  I excused myself by saying , "Soon" (Hmm, that's was odd) and I walked to the showers.  As, I passed another guy, in his shower stall, drying off, I stopped when I heard him gasp and mutter under his breath,  "Fuckkkk me, daddy".  I noticed how thick and muscled he was (which I would have never done before) and I smirked at him as I took off my towel, playfully revealing my hard muscled body and rock hard dripping cock.  He  responded by licking his lips at me and looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "Wanna wack off?" was all he said and honestly, a few months ago, I would have been appalled and disgusted, but now, I'm sure because of my Asian God, I welcomed the man's advances and I desired to stick my cock down his throat or up his ass.  As we both began the ritual, I looked down the shower stall hallway to see the ass groper and another hot well hung black man, watching me as I stepped into the stall,  I turned on the water and didn't close the curtain. Both men were hard as rock and seemingly not the bit worried about anyone else that might have seen us.  In fact all 4 of us felt like the world was only us at the moment and no one else mattered. 

The second the water touched my body, I shot a large wad of precum out into the hallway and I heard the black man say, "Fuck, did you see that?" to the ass groper.  I looked over at my admirer and he was jacking his cock like a fucking rabid animal. His body was hairy and thick with muscle and his cock was very thick with full ripe balls that yearned to explode their cum.  There was no doubt that I yearned for him but I felt he yearned for me even more and than was even more of a turn on.  I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my cum . I wanted him to eat my ass and suck my cock. I wanted to own him.  I felt a new power inside of me.  It was a power of dominance and control. I was the Alpha and these...these things...were mine to use and control.  My level of excitement rose in tornado of desire as I began to jack my cock as well.  Using both my hands which didn't entirely cover my shaft, I pumped at him like I was going to fire my cannon across the hallway to put him through the back wall.  He was definitely impressed by my body and the look on his face was the most incredible look of yearning for someone that I had ever seen. He began to moan loudly as we fist fucked ourselves. The sounds of masturbation rang through the stalls and locker room. The wet slapping of skin and the intense crazed moans of a fire that was unrelenting coursed us. I could also hear the satisfied and yearning moans of the other two men as they joined in harmony.  The feeling of one of my new super orgasms was quickly rising and I yelled to him that I was close, pointing with my free hand for him to kneel in front of me.  Without hesitation, he bolted out of his stall reaching me with a fervor I had never seen before as he knelt, with a bang on the tile floor, in front of me, .His mouth opened and I plunged my cock deep in him, just in time for my first huge eruption ever into a man.  At that very moment, I knew I was gay.  I had always known it, but never accepted it.  Now I relished it. 

He tried , but he could not take the amount of cum that was jettisoning out of me into his mouth.  He swallowed as fast as he could, moaning like a cow as my pearl white jizz ran out of the side of his mouth and down onto his furry chest rug.  Then in response, he began to buck his hips as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock coating my legs and feet. As I continued to cum in my loyal subject,  I opened my eyes as I welcomed the site of both Ass groper and the black man standing in front of our stall as they too were cumming aIl over each other.  After we all had expelled our cum for that round, I motioned for the other two men to join us and for the next 2 hours more cum was ingested and impregnated into my loyal subjects than I thought I was able to produce. I must have cum at least 8 times, each time with only a slight less of an amount. By the eighth orgasm I was cumming like that of a normal man.  All 3 of these normally macho, viral muscle studs  were completely under my spell, like my own little piglets.  Oddly, a spell that I never knew I had the power of, but now I had an abundance.   I was now a changed man, no, I wasn't a man any longer.  I was a God and I could have most any man I wanted. I knew it. I felt it.  My Asian God had given me a gift that was the most amazing gift a man could possess.  

The next day, I didn't see my Asian God, but I could literally, feel him everywhere I went:  At the restaurant, at the bank, at work, and then especially at the gym. I had sex 4 times that day, once with the busboy at the restaurant, twice with my boss at work and once again with the bank manager.  I was their Alpha and they were my subjects.  As well with each one, my power inside grew as I did as well on the outside. By the end of the day, my clothes were so tight that I decided to talk (or rather fuck the gym manager) into letting me work out in the gym after it had closed.  Without any disturbance from subjects or without the confines of clothing, I worked out nude, cumming all over in the gym as I lifted. Then it happened.

I felt myself changing again...but not just physically.

As I was taking my shower for the night, I felt him.  He was inside me now, but not literally.  He was in the shower stall next to me and I practically blacked out when I first felt him.  It was when I came the first time.  He never said anything outloud, but inside me, as I continued to masturbate, without having control of myself, I felt him. My screams of euphoria filled the building.  I think I must have had an orgasm 5 times in that shower in about 15 minutes.  Finally, I felt his orgamsic hold on me leave my body and I turned off the water and collapsed on the floor.  When I regained some my strength a few moments later, I opened the curtain and left my stall.  Instinctively,  I opened his shower curtain 2 showers down and there he was.  He was even bigger than I had seen him a few days prior.  He had been bent over to hide himself from my sight before, but now he stood up.  He was well over 8 feet tall and I would have guessed around 600lbs of pure muscle.  His cock was beyond immense at at least 16" long and 10 inches thick, and he was not hard.  I thought to myself of a few days ago, as I gazed at him in servitude, "You touched me and..."  He interrupted my thought and said outloud, "Your Welcome" and smiled.  His voice literally shook the building. Then he motioned for me to come closer to him. He kissed the top of my head and even though I was an Alpha to anyone else that would have crossed my path, I was the loyal subject when it came to him.  I was his servant.  I was his little piglet. 

He held my head and softly raised it up to look deep into the eyes.  No...into my soul.  Then, this colossal, 600lb, 8 foot giant then picked up my, now, 290lb body, by my head, as if I were a feather, to meet his gaze directly across from him.  As I looked into the his blue horizon, a warmth came over me and I shivered with joy as I knew I was finally meeting...my maker.   He didn't even have to squeeze my head, to hold me up, as it was a light touch with no pain at all inside me, just an incredible warmth.  I knew my feet had left the floor but I wasn't afraid for falling back down.  Instead, it felt euphoric.  I felt as if he were to let me go, I would simply float in front of him.  The most amazing part though was that I felt his power coursing through me. I felt his inhuman strength and his calmness of purity and truth.  I felt like I was in a constant state of orgasm, but it something that was sustainable. A controlled euphoria.   I still felt human, but more than that. I knew my body was now superhuman and that of a God, but now, with his touch,  inside my mind and my soul, I felt I progressing to all knowing and omnipotent.  Man was no longer and would never again be a threat to me.  Like him, I knew that I would never die.  I would never get sick.  I would never again feel pain.   As he changed me, he not only improved me, but he cleansed me.  He didn't say a word. He didn't have to tell me what I was becoming.  I knew...and also, I knew my place.  I knew he had chosen me and only me.  I knew I was to learn from him. Yes, the gym was empty and it was only he and I, but honestly, we could have been in Times Square and it didn't matter.  It was only us.  We at that moment were the only true beings in the world.  If you would have been there and seen us, our light would have blinded you, but not harmed you.  This world, our world was gone for that time.  I was in another realm, his realm.

He let go of my head and I literally floated down onto my feet. He told me with his eyes to obey his every thought as my journey was far from over.  I knelt in front of him at the precise moment that he thought for me to kneel in my mind. I did as I was told.  I don't know how, but I knew where this is going and I welcomed it. I yearned for it. He is a God and, even though I would now be considered a God in the eyes of most, I was still insignificant.  He was all that matters.  Soon, I will learn. Soon I will join him as an equal.

Soon...I will become.

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