theft The Flexorcist (17)

[Guest]

Seventeen

 

The next morning Connor and Anton left for Orchid University. Two weeks early as Connor had to undergo some tests before he could get a wrestling scholarship. His mother had tears in her eyes as her youngest, 500 pound son hugged her. Keith creamed his pants as he drank in the sight of his younger brother’s bulging arm; the bicep wrapped around his mother was chocked in cuts and veins. Connor grinned down on his brother as he noticed the dark stain. “See you in two weeks, little guy”, he boomed.
 

“Don’t worry, madam”, Anton said, “I’ll watch over your son. Thanks for letting me stay here all summer.”
 

“I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done, Anton”, the mother replied, “You’re always welcome here. Take good care of my baby boy.”
 

“Let’s go, buddy”, Anton said and patted Connor on his massive back.
 

Connor released his mother, grabbed his bag and strutted behind his roommate. People watched in awe as the two behemoths walked passed them to the station. Some even rubbed their eyes or pinched their own arm to check if they weren’t dreaming. The two muscular beasts just grinned and continued their way. “We’re gonna dominate the entire university”, Anton said, “No one while question my position as top dog with you to back me up”.

 

 

 

At Orchid University a peaceful serenity filled the stately buildings. Apart from some foreign exchange students, no one was already present; everyone was still enjoying summer. Things changed as Tomas arrived. The splendid weather mysteriously changed in chillish, autumn-like conditions: the sun didn’t manage to peep through the gray clouds and a strange, thick fog covered the surroundings at morning and in the evening. At night, frightening howls echoed against the buildings as evil wolves haunted the grounds.
 

Tomas had had an excellent summer. Back at home, he had discovered an ancient book in his family’s library. The medieval book told his family’s history. Apparently, one of his ancestors had made a deal with the devil back in the day, but the deal had never been completed. His ancestor had been killed by local villagers before he had been able to conclude the dark ritual. Thanks to the evil spirit of his ancestor inside of him, Tomas would now be able to seal the deal. Tomas grinned as an exchange student sprinted for his life, chased by a big black wolf. The change in weather upon his arrival proved that he was more powerful than last year.
 

He entered his room, closed his eyes and concentrated on his pet. An evil smile formed on his lips as he saw his 580 pound pet exiting the station and heading for the university with another behemoth following him. His dick hardened as he thought of his pet’s rock-hard, massive muscles and the fun they would have later on. He reopened his eyes and began unpacking his things; carefully putting the priceless book in his desk.
 

 

 

“Here we are, buddy”, Anton said as he and Connor passed through the gate and entered the domain of Orchid University. The two behemoths stepped back as a big black wolf appeared before them.
 

“I don’t want to die”, Connor said while holding his bag in front of him.
 

“Don’t move”, Anton replied, “Perhaps he won’t see us.”
 

“No, that’s with dinosaurs”, Connor said, “Let’s run for it.”
 

The two behemoths turned around and the blood froze in their veins. Two other wolves stood there, blocking their way out.
 

“Now what?”, Anton asked as he pushed his back against Connor’s wide back.
 

The wolves didn’t attack for some reason; they howled frighteningly as they circled the two giants.
 

“I think they want us to follow”, Anton said.
 

“Let’s do that”, Connor said and began moving down the path.
 

The wolves escorted the two behemoths toward the entrance. As soon as they reached the building, they howled once more and disappeared into the fog.
 

“What the hell was that?”, Connor said as he entered the building.
 

“Perhaps we’re too big and they don’t dare attack us?”, Anton replied, “Let’s get to our room”.

 

 

 

 

As soon as they changed their sweat-soaked shirts, Anton led Connor to Tomas’ room. They barged in without knocking.
 

Tomas was finishing a shower as he heard some noise. He turned off the water, wrapped a towel around his tightly muscled 12-pack and stepped into his room. He grinned as he recognized his pet.
 

Anton looked down on Tomas’ muscular, 300 pound frame. He also noticed the stirring movement under the towel. “Things are gonna be very interesting this year”, he said and crossed his arms in front of him to emphasize his 50 inch arms.
 

“You’re right, my pet”, Tomas replied, “…
 

“There’s no denying me now”, Anton interrupted him, “I’m the biggest man alive and with Connor to back me up, I’m gonna rule this school. No one will stand up to me, not even you. The pet has become the master!”. He stepped up to Tomas, towering over him in height and width.
 

“Really?”, Tomas asked, his vision filled with the ripped muscles of Anton’s incredible pecs that stretched his shirt.
 

“Yeagh!”, Anton bellowed. He grabbed Tomas’ armpits and effortlessly lifted his 300 pounds of muscles until he looked him straight in the eyes.
 

“What are you gonna do to me, my pet?”, Tomas asked, his cock inflating by the demonstration of raw power.
 

“I’m the master now. I’m calling the shots. You’re at my mercy. And don’t call me ‘pet’ anymore!”, Anton growled, “I’ll show ya. Rip off my shirt, Connor!”.
 

Connor instantly obeyed the angry behemoth. He grabbed the back of Anton’s shirt and ripped it off, exposing his divine torso.
 

“Yeagh”!, Anton grunted, “I’ll reward you later. Stop squirming!”. He raised his arms a bit as he felt them shake.
 

“I’m perfectly still”, Tomas replied, “Perhaps you’re getting weak?”.
 

Connor noticed that Anton’s face was slowly turning red and that his arms were shaking. He blinked as he thought that the massive arms looked smaller than before.
 

Anton grunted. “What’s happening?”, he asked, while Tomas seemed to get heavier.
 

“You fool”, Tomas said, “Did you really think that you could take my place? I’m the top dog here. I’m the one that made you big; now you’ll pay the price!”.
 

Horror filled Anton’s face as he realized what was happening. He dropped Tomas and slumped down on the floor; his majestic body was deflating like a leak balloon. Within seconds he was back to his old 150 pounds. “Connor, help me”, he peeped in a girlish voice.
 

Connor didn’t budge. He stared in disbelief at the runt on the floor and raised his hands in defeat toward Tomas.
 

“Wise decision, Connor”, Tomas said, “Now my pet, what shall I do with you? I could stomp you to a bloody pulp. Or let Connor break your bones. I could even feed you to the wolves.”
 

“I’ll do anything you ask”, Anton peeped, “But please give me back my beautiful muscles. I’m begging you”.

 

 

 

Tomas ignored his deflated pet and turned his attention to Connor. “Let’s see you’re made off first. Strip!”, he said.
 

Connor instantly did what he was told, he didn’t want to lose his muscles too. He ripped off his shirt, jumped out off his pants and boxers.
 

Anton drank in the impressive sight. The 500 pound Connor was bigger than him and Tomas together. His 5 incher throbbed as he thought of the hard, juicy pecs and the tight ass he’d dominated.
 

“Very impressive”, Tomas said as he moved in a circle around Connor, “You’re a fine addition to my muscle corps.”. His cock swelled to its 17 inches as he felt the hardness of Connor’s muscles. “You’ve gotten all this size from your brother?”
 

“No”, Connor replied, “I’ve first drained two bullies that bugged me. Then I took my brother’s muscles as well.” He shivered and blood flowed to his dick as Tomas groped his thick arms and played with his nipples.
 

“With you in are ranks even the football players will know their place”, Tomas said, “but I want to keep your size a secret for now. You’ll have to wear oversized sweaters. Let them think that you’re a fat slob. There are some sweaters in the bathroom, go try them on!”.
 

Connor nodded and strutted into the bathroom, rejoicing that he hadn’t lost his muscles.

 

 

 

“Please make me big again”, Anton pleaded in tears.
 

Tomas looked down at the depleted swimmer and grinned. “I’m not gonna make you big. I will make you huge again if you promise to behave from now on.”
 

“I will! I will”, Anton peeped, “You’re the master, I’ll do whatever you say!”.
 

“Good. Since you’re my pet, you have to please your master. Get me off and I’ll give you back you muscles”, Tomas said as he dropped his towel and sat down on the edge of the bed.
 

Anton moved over to were his master was sitting. He sat down on his knees and grabbed the muscular legs for support. He gulped as he looked at the rock-hard 17 incher that pointed at him. Veins snaked along the thick shaft toward its dark red head.
 

“Hurry up! Your weak body doesn’t turn me on. If I don’t get off before my cock goes flaccid, you don’t get your muscles back”, Tomas said.
 

Anton immediately put the cock in his mouth, or tried to. He forced his jaw open and managed to get the thick head in. He took in a few inches of the rock-hard shaft and began sucking with full force.
 

“Man, I don’t feel anything. Are you even trying?”, Tomas said.
 

Anton let his hands join in on the action. Even with the top part in his mouth and both hands around the shaft, there was room on his master’s 17 incher. He tried to lick the head with his tongue, but the hard shaft overpowered his tongue.
 

“This isn’t gonna work”, Tomas said and snapped his fingers.
 

Anton blinked as he felt his master shrink. The shaft in his hands was getting shorter and thinner; within seconds he released one of his hands as he could take more of the shortening shaft in his mouth. Even the thick head was deflating since his tongue could now easily play with it.
 

Off course Tomas wasn’t shrinking. He had simply reversed his spell so that Anton regained his previous size. “Yeah, please me”, Tomas grunted as his pet sucked his throbbing 17 incher.
 

Anton looked down at his arms and a smile formed on his face. He scanned the rest of his muscles and found his body back to its 580 pound state. He took his master’s cock completely in his mouth and sucked at full force. Within seconds a series of squirts blasted in his mouth, not even filling half of it.
 

“Yeaughn!”, Tomas grunted and began pulling his deflating cock from his pet’s mouth.
 

Anton decided to give his master an extra treat. His strong tongue teased the 17 incher to hardness again, easily overpowering the thick shaft. Another series of blasts disappeared down his hungry throat.
 

Tomas inhaled deeply and ruffled his pet’s hair as he pulled his cock from his mouth. “Good boy”, he said, “You’ll be staying in my room with me this year. Connor can have your room.”

 

Connor had admired the scene from the bathroom. His cock had swelled to its 21 inches as Anton had regained his impressive size. “I have to go to the wrestle coach for my test”, he said as he stepped in the room, wearing the ridiculously oversized sweater.
 

“Anton shall lead you, you fatso”, Tomas replied.

 

 

 

 

Neither Anton nor Connor spoke on their way to the wrestle hall. Anton was too busy feeling his massive arms and Connor was focusing on his upcoming test.
 

“You go change in the locker room. I’ll go join the coach in the wrestle hall”, Anton said and guided Connor over to the locker room.

 

“Who are you?”, Anton asked as he entered the wrestle hall and saw a young-looking guy in a dark singlet.
 

The man turned around and looked up to the behemoth’s face. “I’m the new wrestle coach”, he said, “I’ll replace coach Williams.”
 

“You look very young for a coach”, Anton replied.
 

“Well, I’m only 28”, the coach answered, “ I didn’t intend to end my own career but the university made me a very very nice offer. I’ve won the gold medal at the last Olympics and was seeking a new challenge. I heard some rumors about a giant freshman that stomped the competition. When I looked up some videos, I realized I would never stand a chance against you in the ring. So I applied here to train the wrestle team. I saw that your technique isn’t perfect just yet.”
 

“Size always wins over technique”, Anton said.
 

“My opponent at the Olympics was 50 pounds heavier than me and I still beat him thanks to my technique”, the coach stated.
 

“What do you weigh?”, Anton asked.
 

“240 pounds”, the coach said, “My opponent really outsized me, but technique’s everything. I wore him out and pinned him when he was tired.”
 

“At your size perhaps”, Anton replied, “I’m 580 pounds of ripped beef. No technique is gonna tire me. I would simply grab you and smash you on the mat. Should we try?”
 

“No, that won’t be necessary”, the coach said, “I’m here to test the rookie”.
 

“I sure hope no one will get hurt”, Anton stated.
 

“I’ll go easy on him”, the coach said smilingly.

 

 

 

The coach turned around as a big shadow fell over him. He stepped back involuntarily and the smile vanished from his face. His mouth fell open in disbelief as his eyes scanned the rookie.
 

Connor’s American flag singlet clung to his massive body. It seemed like it was painted onto his frame. His protruding pecs stretched the fabric across the rack of melon-sized muscle, making striations visible through it; the deep grooves between the big muscles of his stony 12-pack were highlighted by the fabric; his tree-sized quads showed off their immense size; on obscene bulge pushed against the fabric were his thick cock snaked down his right leg.
 

“I’m ready, coach”, Connor rumbled in his deep baritone.
 

Goosebumps appeared on the coach’s arms and legs and sweat formed on his forehead as he realized that he was going to fight the beast in front of him. “What are you stats?”, he asked in a cracking voice.
 

“7 feet and 500 pounds”, Connor replied coolly, “you?”
 

“I’m 5’7 and 240 pounds”
 

“Don’t forget to mention your gold medal, coach”, Anton said from the side of the ring.
 

“You’re an Olympic champion?”, Connor asked, “I hope you’ll go easy on me, coach. Let’s begin”.
 

Before the coach could react, Connor lifted him off the floor and put him down in the ring. He stepped back and turned to face his coach.

 

 

 

“GO!”, Anton bellowed.
 

The coach acted within a second. He knew very well that he didn’t stand a chance against this behemoth. So he tried to surprise him. he launched himself at Connor and drove his meaty shoulder into his abs. Pain exploded through his body; it felt like he had hit a brick wall. He reached for his bruised shoulder and retreated.
 

Connor couldn’t suppress a grin; his unflexed abs had easily withstood his coach’s attack. He jumped up and threw himself at his opponent.
 

The coach went white as he saw the beast coming at him. More pain than ever before exploded in his body as his opponent crashed against him, sending him backwards on the mat. The massive leg covering his chest pinned him down easily.
 

“1, 2, 3. I take round 1”, Connor said and got up, “Ready for round 2?”.
 

 

“Round 2?”, the coach asked weakly, “but you’ve pinned me. It’s over.”
 

“I’ll give you a rematch”, Connor replied.
 

“Oh, no. That’s fine; I’ve seen enough”, the coach said.
 

“No, no, I insist”, Connor stated and grabbed the coach’s singlet with his right paw and put him back on his feet. “I’ll take defensive position”, Connor said and sat down on his hands and knees.
 

Instinctively the coach got on top of his opponent. He positioned his hand against Connor’s stony abs and his other hand against his elbow. He stared in disbelief at the bulging muscles on his opponent’s massive back. “Why are you laughing?”, he asked as he noticed Connor’s chuckle.
 

“Your feet don’t reach the mat when you’re on my back, coach”, Connor said.
 

The coach looked back and saw that his opponent was right. He hadn’t even noticed it as he was admiring the rookie’s massive frame. “The match is over then”, he said.
 

“I don’t want to deny you your rematch, coach. We’ll switch positions”, Connor replied and got up.
 

 

Very slowly, the coach installed himself on his knees and hands. His heartbeat went up and his body trembled as the giant shadow fell over him. He could feel the heat emanating of his opponent’s huge muscles as he placed himself over his 240 pound body. The thick quads next to his own well-muscled ones felt like hot marble against his sweaty skin; the protruding pecs felt heavy on his muscular back. He gasped as his opponent’s meaty arm reached under him; Connor’s right paw covered his entire stomach. The left arm that his opponent placed next to him on the mat looked like a young tree. The coached inhaled deeply and focused.

 

“GO!”, Anton bellowed again.
 

The coach summoned all his strength and pushed forward with his strong legs. Sweat was pouring over his red face as he tried to outmaneuver the beast. As he realized that he couldn’t move an inch, he decided to try something else. He planted his knees on the mat, grabbed hold of his opponent’s right arm and pulled with full force, trying to throw him over his shoulder by shifting his balance.
 

Connor smiled at his opponent’s efforts; there was nothing that his gold medal decorated coach could do against him. He let his paw slide along his coach’s abs so that his massive bicep made contact with the abs. Connor then flexed his arm, making his bicep bulge and swell.
The coach grunted in pain as the beastly, rock-hard bicep dug into his strong abs. He flexed his eight-pack to protect himself.
 

Connor felt his coach flexing his abs, but his bicep easily overpowered the well-trained muscles. He lifted his arm slightly, crushing the coach between his stony pecs and his steely bicep.
 

“Aughn”, the coach grunted in pain. He had never felt weaker in his life; this freshman was toying with him, an Olympic champion. He budged and squirmed, but it was no use: the beast dominated him completely.
 

Connor enjoyed dominating his coach; he felt as strong as the night he had drained his brother. He flexed his pecs and bicep.
 

“AUGHN!”, the coach grunted as more pain filled his battered body. His opponent’s meaty muscles engulfed him completely. He was having troubles breathing as the beast flexed them around his 240 pound body.

 

“How did you ever win that gold medal? Let’s end it”, Connor said in the coach’s ear. He raised his left hand and ripped off the coach’s singlet.
 

“What are you doing?”, the coach asked weakly as he felt the cool air against his skin. He tried to free himself but Connor’s flexed pecs and bicep held him firmly in place.
 

Connor didn’t react. He proceeded by ripping of his own singlet. His left hand found his plump cock and began pumping the hot shaft. Within seconds it was up to its 21 inches.
 

The coach looked down past the 40 inch arm that pinned his body against the freshman. He gasped as he noticed the long, thick pole in Connor’s paw. “You can’t masturbate during a match. I’ll suspend you for the rest of the season”, the coach said.
 

“Okay, then”, Connor replied. He released his throbbing cock and placed his left hand on the mat again.
 

“You’ll never get you scholarship, you perve…..”, the coach said. His voice went silent as Connor put the large head of his 21 incher against his ass.
 

“I do as I want”, Connor grunted and shoved his thick cock in his coach’s ass. He repositioned his right arm so that his paw covered the

coach’s abs again and pushed inch after inch of his monster cock in the tight ass.
 

“AAAAUUUGGGHHH!”, the coach cried in pain, “Stop please, you get your scholarship. Let me go”.
 

Connor ignored the remarks and kept shoving his cock deeper into his coach; about half of his 21 inches disappeared into the spasming ass. He grabbed hold of the coach abs and began stroking him up and down his rock-hard cock.
 

The coach’s mouth hung open but no sound came out. The man seemed lost in pain.
 

Connor grinned as he felt the coach dick smack against his fingers. “Like being dominated by a freshman, Olympic champion?”, he asked in the coach’s ear. The faint grunt made Connor fasten his strokes with the coach. A thud made him look aside; two strong arms had appeared next to his. Before he could react, Connor felt the familiar sensation of Anton’s 25 incher invading his ass.
 

“Let’s double the fun”, Anton grunted in his ear. He grabbed Connor’s meaty shoulder with his left hand and began pounding the muscular ass.
 

“MMhhugnh”, Connor grunted as pleasure filled his body. He upped the speed of his strokes as Anton pumped his ass.
 

The coach was entirely lost. He was being dominated like never before. He felt like a ragdoll in the paw of the beast that used him as a fucktoy. He couldn’t understand how someone that was 10 years younger, had just tossed him around the wrestle mat and was now ravaging his ass. He squirmed as his cock exploded against the massive paw that covered his abs.

 

 

“UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!!”, Connor roared as he came. He felt the coach cum against his paw and his mind was flooded with pleasure. He had totally dominated an Olympic champion without breaking a sweat. His muscles flexed wildly as load after load of cum blasted from his 21 incher. The pressure in the coach’s ass kept building. Connor released him and the 240 pound coach flew off several feet by the pressure of his blasting cock. Connor’s 21 incher kept exploding all over the wrestle mat as he stared at the battered champion in the pool of cum.

 

“YEEEAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHNNNNN!!!!!!!”, Anton bellowed deeply as his cock exploded. The feeling of Connor’s flexing muscles around his rock-hard 25 incher sent him over the edge. Volley after volley of thick, sticky cum shot into the spasming ass. He marveled at the amount of cum that Connor was producing. After about four minutes, Anton’s orgasm calmed down. He was totally worn out from this intensive orgasm. He slowly pulled his cock from the muscular ass. His eyes widening in disbelief as he fell onto his back on the mat.
 

As Anton’s deflating 25 incher was pulled from his ass, Connor got up and milked five more blasts from his rock-hard 21 incher; coating the coach and Anton with his cum. “Did I pass the test for my scholarship?”, he asked with a heaving chest, looking down at the two exhausted men and grinning.
 

The coach nodded weakly at the behemoth towering over him.

[xboy]

Ba-da-Boooooooom!!!! AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

[monstarmaster]

Great chapter!

[ploder4]

So it's Tomas and Anton but Tomas is at the top of the food chain.  Colin is just a side dish.   I wonder if Colin is gonna be absorbed as well.  

 

And what about Sean and Keith?  Oh the humanity!   

 

[xboy]

I hope Connor and Anton rules a little more inside the college to show it's alpha dog position, show the streght and power of the new monsters ...and yes they continuing to be loyal servants of Tomas, the master mage....i think the next part will be interesting...we have a lot of characters and great identity for each one, amazing work!

[Guest]

Thanks for the nice comments, guys. I'm just wodnering, who's this Colin you refer to? An idea for a new character perhaps?

[ploder4]

Connor!  Not Colin!  My bad.   Sorry

[debate1]

Love this chapter.  When is the next chapter.  Hoping for some more growth.  Maybe the wrestling coach, or maybe the swimming captain.  I would even love a detailed scene of some character growing as they hit the weights and go from shy to aggressive.