muscle-growth Shane: Complete (pts 1-3)

[SeaMusc]

Hey MEN,

So, I finished it. I put all three parts here for you. I enjoy having all parts in one place when I read a story so I don’t have to spend time hunting around for everything.  I hope that works well for you.

 

Like so many others of you in the past couple of weeks, this is my first story and because of that, I am hungry for your feedback (like 2 hours after an intense leg workout sort of hungry). Ravenous really. So please comment and let me know what you liked, didn’t like, anything that resonated with you…so I can improve and move to the next project. 

 

A couple of you had mentioned a part in the story that seemed a little rough.  I went back and fixed some things so it should flow more smoothly.  Thanks for that suggestion.

 

I am no longer a Muscle-Growth.org story virgin and it feel so right. :-)

 

Sit back, relax, grab that bottle of lube, and enjoy.  

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Part I

 

The summer heat hung thick in the air.  It was a few days before classes started at the University of Washington.  Seattle isn’t known for its heat, but when it does get warm, it gets humid.  So much water around. So many trees.  August can be unpleasant.  

 

Cliff was carrying boxes to his new room for the year.   He was a senior and finally going to graduate with his degree in psychology in May.  He was the kind of guy that everyone liked. He wasn’t what the magazines and media would call “hot” but he was handsome, kind of like a movie star from the golden age of Hollywood.  Many people said that if Cary Grant and Rock Hudson had a baby, he would look like Cliff. 

 

With dark wavy hair that he kept well trimmed, warm brown skin from his tan, and his large hazel eyes, he could see what they meant, but he never considered himself necessarily good-looking.  He was built like a rugby player.  Almost 6 feet tall, he carried a good bit of muscle under his clothes.  His wide shoulders looked like they could put up some serious weight and his thick legs and round high ass made him appear shorter than he actually was.  People were always surprised at how tall he was when he stood next to them.   He wasn’t tight and ripped like many of his friends.  He always seemed to carry around a little extra weight, especially around his waist, to his great chagrin.  Even so, he had a beautiful masculine body that could do real work. 

 

And his smile.  His smile was his moneymaker.  He could melt just about anyone with his smile.   

 

Unpacking his car had been quite a chore today.  As a senior, he was able to apply for a Resident Assistant at one of the dorms on campus.  He had lived in the dorms his first year, but had moved out afterward for a couple of years and had experienced freedom from the tiny rooms and a roommate in the same cramped space.  As an RA, he would have his own room in the corner of the floor complete with a kitchenette and en-suite bathroom.  His friend, Rich, had talked him into applying and they had been assigned to the same building with Rich working on the floor just underneath Cliff.  The two friends had been close since the first week of classes when they were freshmen.  But they couldn’t be more different.

 

Where Cliff was classically handsome and warm with a beefy body, Rich had an angular model-like face with sandy blonde short hair and piercing blue eyes.  He was ripped.  His broad shoulders supported athletic pecs and well-defined arms.  His waist was tiny and he often found it hard to find clothes that would fit right.  His glutes were tight and his legs were long but muscular. His skin was golden brown and he looked much more like a surfer-turned-fitness model than anyone in Seattle that Cliff had ever seen.  He was beautiful and devastating.  He knew it too.  Cliff got along with everyone whereas Rich could be a real asshole.  Mean and acidic comments often came out of his mouth and he was as catty as any of the Real Housewives, but Cliff (as is his personality) just shrugged and thought, “That’s just the way he is.”  

 

Cliff marched up the stairs with the last box.  It was only four floors up, but with the heat and all of the other boxes he had already packed around, he was feeling it in his thighs and healthy backside.  He opened the door, set the box down and started to unpack.  It was going to be so nice to be in a room by himself this year.  

 

A knock at the door interrupted him.

 

“Come in!”

 

“Hey Cliff.”  Standing in the doorway was Jesse.  Jesse looked like a stereotypical science nerd.  Thick black-rimmed glasses, thin almost skinny body, and a big beak-like nose screamed “chemistry or physics” as his major.  He was also the head RA for the building and therefore, Cliff’s boss.  They had also been friends since their first year.  Jesse had been in Cliff’s English 100 course- and they both hated it.  They sat next to each other passing notes and giggling like schoolgirls for most of the quarter.  Jesse liked Cliff and had a lot of respect for Cliff’s social capital, something that Jesse didn’t have.  Cliff liked Jesse of course.  He was just that kind of guy.  Cliff didn’t have enemies.  Most people wondered if he had a mean bone in his body.  

 

Jesse, with his beak-nose, looked straight into Cliff’s eyes and shook his head a little.  “Dude.  I’m so sorry.”

 

Cliff looked up from the box he was unpacking. “Why are you sorry?  Did you fill the rooms on my floor with crazy problem freshmen?” Jesse just shook his head and looked down at the single sheet of paper in his hand.

 

“Worse, man.”

 

“Come on, Jesse.  What?  You look like you just licked a lemon. “

 

“Cliff, sorry buddy, but you are going to have to have a roommate for at least the first quarter of the year.  We assigned this transfer kid to the building and we overbooked by one spot. You have one of the only single rooms and I can’t stick him with Rich. He’d probably make the kid cry every day just for making his life a little more inconvenient. I don’t know much about him except he is a junior and did his first two years somewhere in Montana.”

 

“Oh man!  You’re not serious!  That’s messed up, Jesse! I even just moved the two beds together so I could have a king-size.” Cliff shook his head, annoyed.  

 

“One more thing, Cliff.  He’s here. Now. Downstairs.”

 

“Man, you are killing me.  People aren’t supposed to start moving in for a couple of days still.  I was going to get all set up and have some peace and quiet.  Maybe jerk off a bit more than normal.” Cliff flashed Jesse that big smile and winked.  He had always thought Jesse was gay or maybe bi if anything.  He caught him looking at his meaty ass more than once.  He didn’t mind though.  Jesse was harmless.

 

“Ya.  Well, he emailed us at the end of last year when we made the assignments and asked if he could move in early.  Some sort of sob story about not having a place to live right before school, or some shit like that.  We responded that he could if he paid for the extra time.  Sorry man.  I know this sucks.”

 

Cliff shook his head and went into the small bedroom and moved the beds apart again.  He took a big long piss in the bathroom and started moving some things around so the new guy would have equal space.  No reason punishing the new guy for the mix up.  Cliff just thought that way about things.  He was easy going as well.  Nothing ruffled his feathers too much.  “It was a nice dream while it lasted.”  A few minutes later, he heard some shuffling in the hallway and a light knock at the door. 

 

“Come in!” he said maybe a little bit louder than he needed too. As easygoing as he was, he was still just a little annoyed at the situation.  He had been really looking forward to some alone time with his cock.  Being home for the summer hadn’t allowed him very much privacy and he was horny.  

 

The door slowly opened and it looked like whoever was going to come it was having trouble with their bag.  He heard a little grunt and the door pushed open slightly.  His new roommate walked in hesitantly.  His eyes darted around the room and the first thing Cliff thought was that he looked like a scared animal.  

 

“Hi there.  I guess we are going to be roommates this quarter.” Cliff stuck out his hand to greet his new roommate and walked quickly over to him.  He flashed his smile and the annoyance was gone.  He couldn’t hold a grudge against this guy.  It wasn’t his fault.  “My name’s Cliff.  Sorry there are so many boxes and shit all over.  I didn’t know I was going to have a roommate…so soon.” He added that last bit so the new guy wouldn’t feel so bad.  He was sure that Jesse had told him downstairs about the situation.

 

“I’m Shane.”

 

Shane didn’t look Cliff in the eyes and barely stuck his hand out to shake Cliff’s big meaty mitt.  The kid looked scared.  Cliff looked more closely at him.  He was looked of average height Cliff thought.  Maybe 5 foot 8 or 9.  He was thin though not skinny.  He wasn’t an ugly kid, but he wasn’t anything special.  He looked a bit pale and like he was exhausted.  Maybe he hadn’t eaten in a while.  His cheeks did look a little sunken in and his face a bit gaunt, but that could just be the paleness. Something made Cliff think the guy was very nervous.  He still didn’t look Cliff in the eye.  

 

“Here, let me grab that for you.” Cliff stretched his arm out to grab the duffle bag that Shane had let drop to the floor. Shane held on to the duffle and pulled away a little bit and his cheeks flushed a little.  Cliff looked out in the hallway for anything else. That’s all that he had with him.  “Do you need help bringing anything else up from downstairs?”  

 

“No, I just have this and one box I left in the office with Jesse.  I’ll run down and get it now.”  Shane set his duffle bag on the floor next to the wall, well out of the way of Cliff’s full boxes.  He turned around and walked into the hallway without saying anything else.  

 

“That was a little awkward,” Cliff  whispered to himself when he knew he was alone.  Why had Shane seemed so nervous?  He went back to work moving his items to one side of the room, moving food to one half of the cupboard and organizing the refrigerator in a way that would give Shane half of the space.  A few minutes later, he heard the footsteps return and Shane walked in with his box.  He set the box carefully on the kitchen table and looked over at Cliff who had his backside sticking out of the fridge, still moving things around.  Shane stared at Cliff’s athletic bubbled ass and his thick legs and looked away just as Cliff wheeled around with that warm smile again. 

 

“Shane, give me just a minute to move some things around in here and then you can start putting anything you want in your space. And, if you don’t mind, I’d like the bed next to the window in the other room.  Is that ok?” He walked across the kitchen and entered the bedroom where he had put one bed against the window and the other against the opposite wall.  There was only about 4 feet between the beds, but it was a dorm after all.   Shane just nodded.

 

“Hey Shane.  I’m going to leave here in a few minutes to go meet up with some friends I haven’t seen since the beginning of summer.  You are more than welcome to come if you want,” Cliff said warmly, looking at Shane.

 

Finally Shane looked at him and quietly said, “No, I’m ok.  Thanks for inviting me though.”

 

“Ya, no problem.  Anytime. I’m going to shower and get ready but make yourself at home.”

 

Cliff turned on his heels and walked into the bedroom where he began to undress.  As he was walking into the room, he pulled his shirt off and Shane stared at his back.  Cliff was so at ease with himself.  He didn’t have a perfect body, but he looked like he was well worked out. His back was broad and thick; his shoulders round with pendulous triceps.  He was shirtless with only his form fitting brown dungarees on. He could see a strip of bright red briefs wrapping around Cliff’s waist just peeking out above his pants.  And that ass.  It didn’t look like it was made of stone, but it was thick and muscular.  It looked like the rest of Cliff, comfortable and powerful.  

 

Cliff peeled his pants off so that he was just wearing his red briefs and still had his back to Shane.  Shane blushed and felt himself getting turned on.  Just then, Cliff turned around and grabbed the towel that was hanging off the door and walked into the bathroom.  He just barely caught Shane staring at him and noticed the bulge in his pants.  He shot him that warm smile and walked into the bathroom.  As he shut the door behind him he chuckled to himself, “Looks like Shane is gay.”  

 

Shane stood there, mortified.  He knew Cliff saw him staring.  And he knew that his shorts couldn’t cover up his boner.  He shook his head, disgusted with himself, and opened up his duffle and box to unpack his few belongings.

 

“You doing alright in there?” Cliff called out from the bedroom as he was changing.  “If you need anything, just use mine.  We’re roommates now, so what’s mine is yours.”  

 

“Thanks,” Shane said quietly from the kitchen, “but I’m ok.”

 

“Do you have something to eat for dinner? You don’t look like you brought much.”

 

Shane was in the kitchen still.  He hadn’t sat down or taken anything into the bedroom.  Cliff walked out of the room just as Shane was pulling out a 36 pack of Top Ramen opening up one package and placing it into a small pan of water.  

 

“That stuff will kill you!” Cliff barked and started to laugh.  “I can’t eat that shit. It makes me sick.”  He said it in good fun and what Cliff didn’t know is that Shane knew this.  He could tell what people were feeling.  It was more than observation, it was empathic.  Still, the comment somehow hurt him and he felt that he had to respond.  

 

“Ya, I know but I don’t have any money until next week when my financial aid comes in, so this will do for now.”  He looked mortified and crestfallen.  He was obviously embarrassed, but he already knew that Cliff wouldn’t mock him.

 

“No fucking way, Shane.  Ok, well eat that, but hold on.”  Cliff walked over to the fridge and took out a rotisserie chicken he had bought earlier that day, some veggies, and herbs.  In a total of two minutes, he had put some cubed chicken and the veggies in the pot with the ramen noodles.  “It might taste like shit, but it will be better for you with some protein and fresh things.”

 

Shane looked at Cliff straight in the eye for only the second time.  He started to tear up a little bit and bit down on his lip. “Thank you, Cliff.  I won’t forget how kind you were to me today.”  Cliff looked at him puzzled, but Shane seemed sweet and innocent so he just let it go.  What did he mean by that?  

 

Just then a loud bang on the door startled them both.  “Get out here you big fuck,” bellowed another voice.  It was Rich.  “We have to get going.  I’m hungry as fuck.  Are you ready you big queer?”  Cliff opened the door and Rich barged in.

 

“Too bad you have some idiot loser as a roommate,” Rich spouted looking at his friend. “I heard about it.  Jesse told me he looks like some homeless piece of shit.”  Rich looked at Cliff who just shook his head quickly and glanced over at Shane who was staring straight at Rich.  

 

Cliff knew that Rich was an ass.  He could get away with it… usually.  He was a stud with a perfect body.  Vascular arms with well built and rounded muscles that oozed confidence, a tight waist with abs visible through the tight shirts he wore for the ladies, and long muscular thighs atop athletic lower leg muscles.  He new he was hot and he didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought.  

 

“Rich!  Shut the fuck up.” Cliff looked visibly pissed off.  He looked at Shane sitting at the table getting ready to take his first bite of dinner and he could see his eyes getting glassy. “God, you are such an ass sometimes,” Cliff barked at his friend.

 

“Shane, this is my idiot friend, Rich.  Rich, this is my new roommate Shane.”  Rich smirked and walked over and stuck out his hand to shake Shane’s.  

 

Shane felt something very mean about Rich.  He could feel it like a white hot iron.  Rich was cruel and arrogant.  He was not to be trusted.  Shane didn’t look him in the eye, but stretched his hand out to shake the other’s hand.  He just stared at his dinner bowl.

 

“Fuck man. Lets get out of here,” Rich said as he headed for the door.

 

Cliff put his hands up as if to say, “Hang on a sec.”

 

“Shane,” he could sense the emotions building up on Shane’s face; he looked like he was trapped.  But when Cliff said his name, he seemed to relax a bit. “Shane, look at me bro. “ Cliff crouched down next to Shane at the table so that his eyes were slightly lower. “Don’t listen to anything that Rich says.  He can be a real piece of work.  He just opens his mouth without thinking and it hurts sometimes.  He’s made me fighting mad so many times, but he’s my friend and he’s a good guy… usually.”  Shane looked at Cliff again. Cliff felt as if Shane was reading deeply into his eyes. Like he was sizing Cliff up on some subconscious level. “Please eat and unpack and I wont be long.  I want to get back to I can get to know you a bit more, ok?” 

 

 The quiet one nodded his head and again looking into Cliff’s eyes and whispered, ‘Thanks Cliff.  Thank you for being so nice to me.”  

 

With that, Cliff got up and turned around to join Rich in the hallway.  He shut the door and Shane heard Rich start laughing, “Your roommate is a freak man.  Holy shit.  You are screwed.”

 

“Fuck off, Rich.” And he heard a thud.  Cliff punched Rich hard in the shoulder.  Shane could sense that Cliff meant it when he punched Rich and he smiled and started to eat.

 

A couple of hours later, Cliff returned from his dinner with friends.  He walked in and closed the front door slowly.  Shane was sitting on the couch.  His box and duffle were in the corner, empty.  There was nothing new on the shelves in the kitchen and he could see that there was a blanket spread out on Shane’s bed in the next room.  Shane looked over at Cliff as he put the leftovers from dinner in the fridge.  Shane hadn’t put anything into the fridge either. “I guess he is going to try to live on Top Ramen,” Cliff thought to himself.

 

“Did you get all settled in?” he asked.

 

“Ya.  I don’t have much.  I wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me with your friend, Rich.  You didn’t have to do that.”

 

“Rich gets what he deserves. Well, not usually, but he deserved to get a good punch for what he said about you.  You are my roommate now and I’ve got your back. I don’t like talking shit about people like Rich does.  I’m an optimist.” Cliff walked over to Shane and sat down next to him on the couch.  “So let’s get acquainted.” He sat cross-legged on the couch facing his new roommate.  

 

Shane opened himself up in that way that only he could, probing the emotions and sentiments of the people he is around. He could sense that Cliff really did want to know about him; to understand him. He could tell he was good.  He felt a certain valiance about Cliff.  He was emotionally strong, stable, and substantive-much like his physical body.  Shane could feel the concern and worry that Cliff had for him, although they had just met. 

 

Cliff wasn’t wary. He wasn’t afraid.  He wanted to know why his roommate wouldn’t look him in they eye, why he flinched when Cliff tried to grab his bag to help him, and why he didn’t own anything.  He could feel that Cliff had questions as he looked into his roommate’s eyes.  There was something else there as well, but he couldn’t identify it. 

 

“Well?  Shane, you can tell me anything.  I have heard a lot from my friends about their lives.  Nothing that you say will bother me.”  Somehow, Cliff felt that Shane was much more of a risk to himself than to anyone else.  He also had an intuition about people that he had learned to trust.  He didn’t realize that Shane had a much more developed sense, but Cliff was good at reading people. 

 

The young man that was only a year younger than him had cowered all day like a puppy that had peed on the carpet.  It was concerning but not scary.  He knew from the look in Shane’s eyes earlier at the dinner table that Rich’s comments had really gotten to him.  Sometimes he just wanted to punch Rich’s teeth in for being such a fucking jerk.  He didn’t notice, but when he thought this, Shane lifted the corners of his mouth in a subtle smile.  “Ya Cliff.  I wish you would have punched him in the face and knocked that smug look right off of it!” Shane thought to himself.  But back to the moment…

 

“Cliff, I don’t really like to talk about myself much.  Could you tell me something about you?  Something about your family or…?”   

 

“Oh, sure!  I love my family.  We are so close.  I am the oldest of four – two boys and two girls.  Boy, girl, boy, girl. My parents live about 3 hours from here in a little farm town.  I grew up there.  My parents are my best friends and my siblings are all married and have kids.  Seriously, it’s like a fucking Disney movie. “ He laughed and smiled that devastating smile as he related to Shane more about his background.  Shane could feel his good mood and energy and was eagerly lapping it up.  He had never felt this sort of positive energy.  

 

Cliff stopped his story.  He could tell Shane was lost in it.  Shane’s eyes were glazed over and he was smiling a little.  “Shane, how about you?”  Shane’s expression changed dramatically.  The smile went away.  The warmth on his face was gone.  Shane teared up again.  He knew he could be honest.  He knew, instinctually, that Cliff wouldn’t laugh at him or his wreck of a life.

 

“I have a very different story.  I don’t know who my parents are.  I don’t know where I come from.  I know that I am alone.”  He was visibly shaken.  His voice was trembling and Cliff wanted to just reach out and hug him and make him feel better – that was his way.  But he hesitated and felt that it would violate some boundary.  Shane was delicate right now and was exposing himself in a way that Cliff felt very careful of. 

 

“I have lived in over fifty foster homes in my life.  Until I fell out of the system when I was 18, I had never lived in the same place for more than a year.  It was easier when I was younger, but when I hit puberty, things were different. I wouldn’t spend more than a couple of months in a house at a time” Cliff nodded at him, urging him to go on.

 

“I have never really had friends. My foster families would always think I was too socially awkward or ashamed of me to let me get to know anyone very well.  In every single place I was placed, I would scare them I guess.  No one has ever treated me like you have been treated every day of your life.  I have no stories of birthdays or happy holidays or friends to go to dinner with.”  He sounded more and more upset and angry as he continued.

 

“No one has ever treated me with any respect or any compassion.  I have always been on my own…alone.  Some people chose that road, but not me.  It was forced on me. I don’t want my past to ruin the rest of my life, but I don’t know what to do about it.  I think I am a monster.  Every one of my foster parents said as much eventually…before they asked for me to be relocated.” A knot rose up in Cliff’s throat.  This guy was just laying it all out there – he thought so anyway.  

 

“Cliff, what you did tonight – offering me your food and hospitality and kindness – no one has every been that kind to me. Especially when they get to know me better…know things about me.  I don’t want you to be like them and I can tell that you are not.” 

 

He looked Cliff right in the eyes and Cliff just wanted to hold him and wrap his big beefy arms around this little guy.  “I don’t really want to say anything else right now but I want you to know that I haven’t met anyone like you before.  You make me feel safe.” He cut the last word off as he said it. Almost as if he knew that it had gone too far, for him anyway. He didn’t want to scare Cliff away or make things uncomfortable-or come out of the closet. 

 

Shane could feel Cliff’s emotions welling up within him.  He could exquisitely sense his big roommate’s desire to comfort him.  Cliff went to reach out to put his arm around him and Shane pulled away.  “Thank you again, Cliff.  I think I need to go to bed soon and I’d like to be alone here for a minute.”

 

“Shane, you can tell me anything.  Whenever you are ready to talk, you can tell me anything.  I can take it.  I’m not going anywhere.”  Cliff was the emotional one now.  His roommate had never felt love in his life.  He didn’t know what it was to really hug someone; to hug his mom or dad or brother or sisters.  He didn’t know what it was to have friends.  He stood up and walked to the bedroom leaving Shane on the couch.  Shane watched as Cliff’s big beefy back and legs walked away.  He let out a little whimper.  He wanted so bad to just reach out and touch Cliff, but that could get dangerous.  He had learned that the hard way.  

 

Cliff whipped around and caught Shane looking at his ass.  He just smiled.  “Shane, you’ll be safe here.  Now, shower and go to bed.  Let’s hang out tomorrow, ok?”

 

Shane nodded.  He knew that he would do whatever Cliff asked.  He surrendered to his roommate’s will and desires because for the first time, he knew that someone would protect him. Cliff was the one truly decent human being that he had ever met  and the only one he wanted to make happy. 

 

He smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a long while and got into the shower just as Cliff had asked him to. He washed himself off and towel dried.  He knew that this body was just a shell of the man that he could be, but he was still ashamed. Twenty-two years of hiding who he was would not go away in the span of one brief evening.  Somehow, he knew that Cliff wouldn’t care if he were different.   He also knew that he would do whatever Cliff asked – he was strong where Shane was not.  Shane smiled as he realized that the opposite was also true.  

 

After showering, Shane quietly went into the bedroom.  The corners of his mouth turned up to smile as he heard Cliff breathing heavily and snoring lightly—more like a purr than a snore.  He climbed into bed and relived the last few hours of his life. Something had changed.  Maybe it was hope.  Whatever it was, he was horny and he couldn’t help but touch himself.  Cautiously, he looked over at his big, strong, handsome, kind roommate and started to rub the head of his cock. 

 

It was too warm in the room to go under his covers and have more privacy so he decided to stay on top of them.  He spit into his hand and rubbed the swelling knob with his palm.  Working his way down slowly toward the base, he felt the veins along the shaft start coming to the surface.  He could feel them individually.  Shane knew that he had extra senses and when he was sexually aroused, his senses were even more acute. He could feel the throbbing of his cock begin in earnest. He could not take his eyes off of Cliff’s body laying just a few feet away.  Cliff slept on his side and he was looking at the most beautiful man he had ever seen sleeping soundly just at a little over an arm’s length.  

 

He pumped his cock more and more.  It steadily grew until it reached a limit with the body he had forced upon himself.  He thought that a thick 10” cock would be a perfect maximum for his 5’ 9” edition.  Shane eyed Cliff up and down.  

 

Cliff had not crawled under the covers either.  It was too warm.  Seattle is not known for its need for air-conditioning.  Instead, he had stripped to his boxers.  His chest was thick and hard without effort.  It lacked the striations and veins that Shane knew existed under his own body, but Cliff was undeniably one of the most masculine men that Shane had met.  He exuded strength.  He also knew that Cliff wanted to be ripped and huge like his fucking goon-friend Rich.  The thought of Rich made Shane’s blood boil. But never mind that now.  

 

Shane kept pumping his cock.  His hand was getting warm.  Spit is not the best lubricant.  His forearm was getting tired with the action that it had gotten tonight.  But this was the body that he had forced upon himself.  He would have to deal with the weaknesses for the time being.  Just then, Cliff’s eyes shot open.  

 

Shane yelped and tried to flip around to avoid Cliff’s stare.  

 

“Shane, are you awake?”

 

Silence.

 

“Shane, I know you are awake.  I have been for the past few minutes.  It’s ok.”

 

Shane was terrified.  He could tell that Cliff was being honest – he could ALWAYS tell if someone was being honest.  

 

“Shane.  It’s ok.  I’m gay too.  It’s ok, Shane.”

 

Shane froze.  He didn’t move a single muscle.  He willed his heart to stop beating and it did.  He willed every fiber in his body to stop moving.  No electrical impulses were being fired outside of his central nervous system.  He was a dead ship in the water, utterly still.  

 

“Shane, please. It’s ok.  Please, talk to me.” Cliff knew that his new friend was delicate and the most timid person he had met. He needed to handle this delicately.

 

On the other side of the room, Shane heard one thing that Cliff said and it resonated with him.  He had, after all, told himself that he had surrendered to Cliff, entirely and completely.  The only thing he cared about in the moment was Cliff’s request, “Please, talk to me.”

 

“Cliff, I’m afraid.”

 

“Why?  Shane, it’s ok.  Whatever you say, I can handle.”

 

“Cliff, I’m gay.  I’m gay! I’ve never said that before or out loud to anyone. Please don’t kick me out of your room.  I don’t know what I’d do.” There was a certain desperate quality in his voice.  

 

“Hey man.  I’m gay too, remember?  I think I said that a few seconds ago.”

 

Shane was so caught up in the emotion of the moment and the fact that he had willed his body to stop its normal functions; he had barely heard Cliff say that.  

 

“Shane, come over here.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

 

Shane allowed his heart to start beating and the rest of his body to start working again.  He got out of his bed, naked, and stood up next to Cliff who was still lying on top of his bed on his side.  

 

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

 

Cliff reached his big arm out and touched Shane’s left thigh.  He just left his hand there.   Shane could feel something amazing happening but he didn’t know what it was.  He had never felt what he felt now.  One thing he knew – Cliff was communicating with him on a different level.  Cliff was starting to get hard too.  “Shane, please move your bed next to mine.  I think tonight we should cuddle.”

 

Shane heard the directive and pushed the bed closer to his Master’s bed.  The frames bumped up against each other.  Shane crawled on top of his bed and lay in the middle, not knowing what to do.  His heart was racing and his mind was on fire.  Nothing like this had ever happened to him in his 22 years.  He felt Cliff’s emotions rolling off of his body. He felt love and lust and compassion and caring.  He felt that Cliff wanted him.  He had NEVER felt wanted.  His body and mind told him that he was irrevocably tied to this man.  Anything, ANYTHING Cliff asked for would be granted to him.  Shane almost (almost) felt normal, like any other guy.

 

“Shane, get on top of your bed and then move towards my body…please.”

 

“Cliff, don’t say the word ‘please’ to me.  I will do you whatever you ask without question and without thought to consequence. You are different from anyone that I have ever met. I trust you… and I have never trusted anyone before.”

 

Shane crawled slowly on top of the king sized bed that Cliff had commanded to be made.  Cliff reached out his arm toward Shane and grabbed his shoulder, drawing him in.  Shane’s tenuous resolve almost broke.  He was trying to maintain control.  Cliff pulled Shane closer.

 

“I know this is scary for you.  If you would like to, just back up into me and we can spoon.  I’ll be the big spoon and you can be the little spoon.”

 

“I don’t know what you mean.  Spoon?”

 

‘Yes.  I will cup your body into mine.  It feels good.”

 

“Cliff, don’t say things like ‘if you would like to.’ Anything you ask me to do, I will do. Anything.”

 

Shane felt a pulse of energy coming from Cliff. Cliff desired him. He really truly desired him.  Shane nestled into the larger man’s embrace.  Shane was hard.  All ten inches.  Cliff wasn’t too far behind with a solid nine, and thick. Cliff put his arm around his new friend and just held him close.

 

Cliff put a top-sheet over them both and thought how lucky he was to be able to care for his new roommate.  There was something about Shane that drew him in.  He hadn’t felt this kind of love in a long time.  

 

Shane, on the other hand, was attempting to control every muscle in his body.  “FUCK!” he kept repeating inside of his head. “I have to slow down.  I have to calm myself.  I can’t lose the one person in my existence that really cares about me.  I don’t want him to think that I am a monster.”

 

Cliff brought Shane in closer.  Shane could feel Cliff’s ample cock against his back.  He noticed things about Cliff in this moment that he had not noticed before.  He noticed how his chest had a light dusting of fur.  He noticed his happy trail that erupted next to his navel and marched down to his crotch.  He noticed that Cliff’s pecs were much harder than they looked from a casual glance.  His nipples were beautiful and perfect quarter sized – well, maybe a bit bigger.  He noticed Cliff’s breath on his own neck. It was warm and soft and eager.  Shane could sense everything. He was losing control of himself…of the monster that was inside of him.

 

And then it happened.

 

He felt himself start to cum.  He didn’t know that it could happen like this.  His cock grew and lengthened. But something else happened too.  His entire body shook.  The barriers that he had made with other people in his life vanished in a moment.  Shane embraced Cliff…embraced him in a way that made them one person.   He could see Cliff in a way that Cliff couldn’t see himself.  Shane surrendered.  

 

Shane knew he could get bigger and more powerful, but he didn’t know what that would mean for Cliff, so he tempered the effect and decided to re-set up barriers until he knew how Cliff would respond.  

 

Cliff—on the other hand—felt Shane change. He was emitting an energy that Cliff had never felt and somehow, it felt right and good – and extension of himself.  Cliff gasped. He was feeling Shane’s body one second, warm and giving.  The next second, Shane’s body was hard as steel.  He couldn’t see with his eyes what was happening since it was dark in the room, but it felt powerful and like nothing he had experienced in his short 23-year life.  

 

Cliff didn’t know what was happening, but he did know one thing—Shane had opened himself up and Cliff wanted to give Shane the love and tenderness that he deserved and something that he had never felt. He continued to rub Shane’s shoulders and back and the petrification of Shane’s body commenced in earnest.  Slowly and deliberately, Shane allowed himself to adapt into the being that he had feared.  He grew harder.  Everything on his body grew harder.

 

Cliff said aloud, “Shane, I don’t know what’s happening, but I want to see it.  I know there is something…something that you aren’t telling me, but that I can feel.  I need, want, and must see it.”

 

Shane simply responded, “Yes, Master. I know that you need to see this.”

 

Shane lifted his index finder the smallest of degrees, coaxing the light switch to turn on from a dozen feet away.  The room lit up with a warm incandescent light.  Shane crawled off the bed and Cliff was lying supine staring at his new roommate.  

 

“What would you like to see, Cliff?”

 

Cliff looked at the previous weakling that he had been talking with just a short while before and saw a GOD of muscle and strength.  

 

“Shane, please tell me what is happening.  I can feel it, but my mind doesn’t know how this is possible.”

 

“Cliff, Master.  Should I call you Cliff or Master?”

 

“Cliff. ‘Master sounds so weird.”

 

“Cliff, this is the reason that I have never been loved.  When growing up in foster care, I would start changing when I felt my foster family began to like me.  I felt that their emotions were powering my body. I know that is foolish now.” Cliff began to understand what Shane had gone through.

 

“I felt strong and invincible.  But when my body began to change going through puberty, I couldn’t control it as much.  I didn’t know I needed to.  No one gave me guidance.  No one loved me. “

 

“Shane, I am so sorry.”  The waves of compassion that Cliff felt rippled through Shane and he began to grow again.  It was more intense.  Shane was responding to Cliff’s warmth.  It was something so natural to them both. With the lights on now, Cliff could see what was happening.

 

“Master Cliff?” Cliff winced.  He didn’t like being called Master.  

 

“Yes Shane.”

 

Shane’s body trembled as Cliff said his name.  He was becoming hypersensitive to what Cliff wanted, needed, desired, or demanded.  “Yes, Shane?” He repeated. Shane’s cock began expanding again at the sound of his name on the lips of the only man in his life that meant shit to him.  Just the sound of Cliff saying his name made him raging hard.  

 

“Master Cliff…hmmmm… I mean Cliff… Sorry.  I know you aren’t ready to be called Master quite yet.  I am nervous about something.  I am not as good as you are.  I am not kind and pure and gentle.  I don’t have positive regard for everyone like you do. If I am honest, I would like to kick Rich’s ass for making me feel embarrassed in front of you, Cliff.  I want all of those foster parents to know how they made me feel.  I want the guys that beat the shit out of me growing up to know that they fucked with the wrong kid.  If I had developed to my potential then, I would have destroyed them all and I probably would have laughed about it. There is darkness in me that I am afraid of.  I need you to help me Cliff.  It scares me.   I wish I was more like you.”

 

Cliff watched Shane flex his slowly expanding muscles involuntarily, like he was just feeling them out, wanting to know that they were there.  Cliff put his lips close to Shane’s ear and whispered.  “Shane.”  Shane let out a deep-throated moan at the utterance of his name by his owner.  He looked almost crazed.   The only thing he wanted was to please Cliff.  It was arousing him and feeding him power that he had only begun to feel.  Cliff’s mouth curled in a smile at the effect he was having on Shane.  He wanted to fuck him but he wasn’t sure Shane was ready for that yet.  

 

“I will always be here for you, Shane.  It is ok.  Just like you jerking off watching me sleep, this is ok too.  I don’t judge you for your past.  I don’t blame you for wanting to mess up Rich and his pretty face, or the other people that have let you down.  But I will never let you down.  I care about you already and I know you know that.” Cliff leaned in and kissed Shane on his forehead.

 

The veins in Shane’s body rose to the surface.   Snaking around invisible boundaries and shields, thousands of vessels sprung up all over Shane’s body.  On his shoulders, on his arms, on his abs, and face.  Around his skull and down his traps where they nestled in his pecs.  Angry finger-width vessels hugged his arms like a newborn to its mother.  His legs were a veritable 3D puzzle of hard-as-stone muscle and sausage-width veins demanded attention.  They were feeding something that was on the verge of being born.  They were anxious and angry and pleased when Cliff commanded, “Show me what you are!”

 

In the matter of a second, Cliff’s pulsing cock exploded a bounty of cum onto Shane’s chest.  Shane looked like a rabid animal, snarling and gnashing his teeth in the air.  “Yes!  I will show you what I am!!!!” Shane howled with his head thrust back and pressing his chest toward the sky.  The snakes that slithered all over Shane’s body pulsed with his heartbeat.  They grew more thick and menacing.  Cliff reached out to touch one and as he got close, the vein seemed to reach out for his touch.  It seemed to respond to him.  He pushed down and the snake that slithered across Shane’s upper pec bowed down to him and disappeared under the marble surface. Shane growled and emitted a sound somewhere between an orgasmic moan and the collapse of a mountain or eruption of a volcano.  

 

He looked at Shane’s face then down to his body.  He touched the muscles that had been fed by the still-present snakes of vasculature.  The muscle felt like stone, but instead of cold harshness, it felt warm and inviting.  He knew that Shane was inviting him to enjoy this feeling and the compliance of his body to Cliff’s will. The solid chord of chest muscle leaping out of Shane’s pecs were delineated by a deep chasm – deeper than the individual bundles of muscle that rippled across Shane’s chest. 

 

Shane’s delts looked as if they were about to be over taken by a fleet of encroaching threads, but the threads were not threatening… they were muscle fibers willed into existence by Cliff’s request.  Distinct. Hot. Pulsing.  “Bigger!” Cliff thought and without saying anything aloud, Shanes delts exploded in every direction, every thread, sinew, and bundle fighting for real estate.  He reached out to touch the newly formed monolith and as he touched the skin, he could feel electricity arcing out toward his fingers.  Little sparks were being generated between himself and the muscle he commanded to grow in Shane’s shoulders. 

 

Cliff saw Shane’s neck and almost blacked out. The entire surface was covered with wriggling serpents under the skin.  He looked at Shane’s chest.  Giant slithering blood vessels moved freely just under the surface. He looked at Shane’s abs.  Angry pythons engorged themselves upon Shane’s stomach with smaller tributaries branching off of the larger vessels.  He looked at Shane’s arms. The monstrous veins were feeding something that lied beneath. He didn’t know how, but he knew that the veins weren’t the parasites; the veins were nourishing whatever was growing. Somehow, in the depths of his being, Cliff knew that this monstrous beast was being fed by the vasculature that he had just witnessed and he, Cliff, was in control of it.  He was its Master. Finally he felt himself overcome by what he saw and felt. 

 

“Shane!  Shane!”  He reached out and grabbed Shane’s arm.  The touch of his fingers against Shane’s skin caused the formerly quiet and cautious Shane to howl and begin convulsing.  He shook and trembled. Cliff looked down into Shane’s eyes.  They were open now but entirely black.  Black as India Ink or the darkest of nights.  Even without the pupils of normal eyes, Cliff knew that Shane was looking directly at him.  Shane smiled wickedly and said, “Master, I will not make further requests of you, but I would ask for you to test the boundaries of my power.  I do not know what I am capable of. Cliff, you make me feel safe and protected.” Cliff couldn’t believe that the thing that Shane was slowly becoming would need safety and protection from a mere mortal, but somehow, he understood that it was true.  Shane needed love and caring.  He needed to feel protected and safe. That is what he desired above all else.   

 

Then it became clear to Cliff.  The muscle beast Shane was on the verge of becoming, the monster his arteries were now feeding, was only concerned with those basic needs.  It didn’t matter how powerful Shane became.  He would first need to feel the acceptance and unconditional positive regard that Cliff could give him.  Cliff was that kind of guy. He could feel Shane’s power and strength growing without even touching him.

 

“Are you afraid, Shane?”  Shane once again convulsed at the mention of his name.  It echoed in his mind.  Cliff’s loving voice was ricocheting inside of his head and it made him need more.  He composed himself for a moment.

 

“I am afraid that you will cast me aside if I become something that you detest or find grotesque.”

 

“Don’t you worry about that.  I love muscle. “ Cliff grabbed a hold of Shane’s developing quads, picked out one of the muscles wrestling on the surface and applied pressure.  It was hard, but it gave way to Cliff’s touch.  “See that there? “ motioning to Shane’s growing quads. “We need more of that.” 

 

Cliff’s smiled and put his hand on the side of Shane’s cheek.  “You want to test your boundaries? Let’s take you out for a spin.”

 

Shane, with his marble hard body and expanding vasculature, looked into Cliff’s eyes and felt more love than has been known to man.  The last thing that Cliff heard before his passed out was a loud crack and the sound of a mountain growing, moaning, and rumbling.   

 

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Part II

 

 

He heard rain hitting the windowpane.  

 

Everything was warm. And then he heard a soft whimper.  Where was he?  He didn’t remember why he was laying in bed.

 

“Oh, shit!” Cliff thought to himself.  

 

“Cliff, I am so sorry. I was worried you would be afraid of me.”  He glanced over at Shane’s bed.  He wasn’t on it.  “I…I…” He heard what sounded like a muffled sob and then silence.  Cliff moved his eyes to the corner of the room and saw something shaking in the dark.  The lights were back off.  

 

“Shane?  Shane is that you over there?  It’s dark and I can’t see.  I think I hit my head on something and it knocked me out for a second.”

 

“I tried to catch you but…but…but it all happened so fast.  I can pack up and leave tonight Cliff. Jesse is downstairs working on the move-in papers for the guys moving in tomorrow.  I’m sure he would let me sleep in the common room on the couch.  I am so sorry.”

 

“Shane, listen to me.  You could tell how I felt and what I was feeling earlier, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Tell me how I am feeling.  What kind of emotion am I feeling?”

 

“Worry.  Fear.  Mostly worry though… and some sadness.”

 

“Why would I be worried Shane? Why would I be sad?  I saw something a few minutes ago that I don’t understand and now I can’t see you and I’m lying in bed with a huge headache and a roommate that I really liked shaking in the corner. And now he says he’s leaving.  And I don’t know why. Of course I’m worried and sad and a little fearful.  Wouldn’t that be normal?  What are you feeling, Shane?  Not me.  You.”

 

Cliff could hear Shane adjusting himself in the corner.  He was big but it was so dark, he couldn’t see him.  Somehow he knew that this conversation had to happen on Shane’s time and playing by Shane’s rules.  Turning on the light or demanding that Shane come closer to the bed would make things worse.

 

“I feel destroyed.  I feel terrified of you and of myself.  I feel sorry. And most of all, I feel ashamed of so many things.  Why didn’t I catch you before you collapsed on the floor?  That is what I am feeling.” Cliff noticed for the first time that it was Shane’s voice, but it was different in a way.  It had a quality that was silky smooth and deeper – less adolescent and more adult.  Deep and resounding, yet he was speaking so quietly.  

 

Cliff thought very carefully about the next few sentences he would speak.  He didn’t know what was in the corner – of course he was afraid.  He knew that it wasn’t the Shane that walked into the apartment a few hours earlier.  “Hey, listen.  I want you to think of earlier today. I want you to think of how much I enjoyed talking to you.   Sitting out there on the couch, making that chicken and veggie ramen,” he smiled thinking of how bad that must have tasted to Shane.  Cliff was not a good cook, “and how good it felt when you cuddled up next to me just 10 minutes ago. Think of that.  And now think of how I reacted when I knew you were different, when you started changing. Shane, what did I do? Did I freak out?  Did I panic? Answer me that question.”

 

Shane felt compelled to answer.  He had surrendered to Cliff and that was a powerful bond. “You seemed to like it, at least in the moment.  You touched me and I could feel that you wanted me and you wanted me to keep changing.”

 

“Shane, listen.  I am not asking you to come out of that corner until you are ready.  I will stay here, laying on the bed until you are ready to talk to me. But as God as my witness, I will not leave this room, and neither will you, until you are ready to look at me and talk about this. And just to be clear, I see you pushed your bed away from mine.  That is ok, but you are sleeping here in this room tonight…That isn’t up for discussion.”

 

He added that last part in hopes that somehow it would resonate with the submissive side that Shane was showing to him earlier.  He did really love Shane, although he didn’t know how that was possible in such a short amount of time.  He thought, originally that it was just pity or his typical way of rooting for the underdog, but it wasn’t.  He liked Shane in a way that ran deeper than friend, roommate, or even family.  It was a very unique feeling.  Above all, he wanted to keep Shane safe and protected.  The poor guy had been through enough and obviously hated himself

 

There was silence in the room for a few minutes.  All either of them could hear was rain.  Cliff glanced quickly at the clock on his nightstand.  It was only 10:30.  So much had already happened tonight.

 

“Ok.  I will talk to you face to face Cliff.  Please promise me that whatever you see…no, I wont ask you to make any promises.” Cliff looked toward the corner of the room but continued lying on top of his bed.  He wanted Shane to do this his way.  He heard a couple of footsteps on the floor that sounded much more solid than would come from a thin barefoot kid.  He looked toward the sound and saw something hulking.  It sat on Shane’s bed and he turned his head toward Shane.

 

“Cliff, can we talk now?
 

Cliff looked at the ceiling quickly, swung his legs around and sat upright on top of his bed.  He had his eyes closed.  “Yes, let’s talk.”  He opened his eyes and let out a gasp.

 

In front of him sat every wet dream that he had ever had wrapped into one.  He looked at Shane’s eyes.  They appeared to be black pearls.  Where anyone else would have white, his looked like deepest night. For some reason, he thought they were beautiful.  He started looking over the rest of Shane.  His face had widened and become more defined.  He had developed a square jaw and his lips were thick and pursed – perfectly kissable.  His neck was corded with long thick muscle like a football linebacker’s neck, but infinitely more powerful and defined.  He could see blood vessels encasing the ropes traveling from his jaw and down to his collarbone.  Networks of them were cast just under what appeared to be milky-white skin.  He followed the curve of Shane’s traps.  They started at his ear level and went straight out an inch or so and then bulged up like a bicep.  He could see striations and knots moving under the skin, wriggling like tiny snakes trying to escape the shrink-wrapped infinitesimally thin covering that kept them from bound to his body.  

 

Cliff kept going, tracing his eyes along the top of Shane’s right trap over to where his delts inserted.  He had a flashback of a few moments before when he had thought “Grow!” when he had been looking at them before.  He remembered how they exploded out of Shane’s body at his command and how much definition was in them.  He couldn’t make that out now, sitting in the dark, but he could still see massive pencil thick veins spread over them like a web and hundreds of tiny capillaries adding their precious cargo back into them.

 

He looked down and saw that Shane had his arms to his side.  His enormous shoulder was a foot and a half across.  It sloped sharply down and in, toward Shane’s body where the thousands of swollen fibers smashed into the thing that was Shane’s arm.  Arm didn’t seem like the right word.  This beastly thing reminded Cliff of a rubgy ball that had been expanded to the point of rupture.  It was the same size and shape.  Two major veins forced themselves down over the top and secondary feeder veins criss-crossed the entire surface. Cliff could see them pulsing ever so slightly.  He had the distinct impression that they were just waiting for something else…just waiting.  Like everything else Cliff saw, the muscle was sequestered into so many divisions and subdivisions, down to the finest of detail.  Individual fibers could be easily distinguished from others.  Even in the dark.

 

He looked back into Shane’s liquid black eyes.  He thought that Shane must have been holding his breath. He was so still.  Shane hadn’t taken his stare off of Cliff even for a millisecond.  He was waiting on him to take it all in.  Their eyes met and Cliff noticed his heart racing.  He was breathing heavily and could feel himself getting warm and flushed still staring into those black pools of Shane’s eyes.  

 

Shane was waiting.  Motionless.

 

“Shane.  I am not afraid.  In fact, I have a boner, bud.  Is that weird?” He nervously chuckled to himself.

 

The mountain stayed motionless but somehow his expression changed…warmed.  Cliff decided that he had to do something more to convince Shane.  His emotion detector seemed to be off-line for the moment.  He didn’t know why, but he knew that Shane had, over the course of the past few minutes, erected powerful and impenetrable barriers against Cliff and he understood why. 

 

He started moving his right hand toward Shane. He leaned forward and never broke eye contact.  As his hand got a few inches away from Shane, he saw the veins once again rise, as if to meet him.  The muscle fibers that he could see a bit better now began to tense and bunch in the direction of Cliff’s hand, like they were reaching out to touch him, straining against the skin.  Shane’s eyes never moved.  He didn’t look like he was breathing, still.

 

“I am going to touch you now, Shane.  I am going to put my arm on your shoulder, ok?” Shane stared into Cliff’s eyes with those singularities of darkness.  Cliff stopped.  He wouldn’t do this without Shane’s say-so.  Not now.  

 

“Cliff…” He stopped and for the first time, Cliff noticed what seemed to be tear tracks going down his cheeks.  Not new tears, but only minutes old. “You don’t think I am a monster?  You want to touch me?”

 

“Fuck, Shane.  I think you are beautiful. I cant even really see you and I think you are beautiful.  It’s so damned dark in here.”

 

Shane looked at Cliff in the same way he had earlier when Cliff had been cutting up chicken and vegetables to add to Shane’s ramen.  It was adoration and complete devotion.  He took began to breath and ripped the emotional walls down in an instant. He smiled and looked up at the light.  It came on instantly.  Shane rose to his feet slowly.  Cliff watched in awe as his full appreciation of the being formerly known as Shane rose and expanded outward in every direction, slowly gaining his full height.

 

He was tall now.  Maybe 7 feet, Cliff guessed.  The ceiling couldn’t take too much more height, as it was only 8 feet.  His shoulders framed enormous traps, larger now that there was light to put things in perspective.  The thick neck that he had noted before positively bulged with tendons, muscle and stretched skin.  He finally was able to look at Shane’s chest.  He followed down the crevasse that signified the borders between the two continents.  The insertion points of the muscle fibers of Shane’s chest made a deep slot down the middle of the chest.   Both sides looked as if they were fighting for territory and the battle would take place right in the middle.  From there, Shane’s chest expanded outward gaining elevation away from the plane of his body for several inches.  Horizontal ridges formed huge gashes separating the major muscle groups of Shane’s earth crushing pecs.  Smaller chords formed bundles stretching across and gathering again in a bunch leading up to the insertion point where the thick bundle dove under Shane’s delts and into his armpit. 

 

Cliff’s eyes travelled down to the mini-boulders that were stacked so symmetrically on Shane’s abdomen.  Deep cuts an inch deep surrounded each individual muscle.  Each appeared to be an island pressing up against the others with that ever-present net of veins covering the surface.  

 

Just then, Cliff realized that Shane was still naked.  How could he have not registered that before?  Shane’s dick looked like it had been molded from the best porn star in the world.  It was thick and long.  Cliff guessed 10” soft.  Then he saw the huge set of bull balls hanging low.  Damn those things could make gallons of cum in a day. 

 

He still had his arm out to touch Shane and Shane was still staring at him but now with a genuinely beautiful smile.

 

Cliff was naked too, and completely hard.  He had no fear now and Shane could tell.

 

Cliff moved his hand toward Shane’s chest.  Just before he touched Shane’s skin, a short burst of electricity arced out to meet him.  Just a small spark of piercing blue light, but he saw it and felt it.  Shane offered a small deep groan. Cliff placed his hand palm down on the surface of the round mound of muscle teaming with pulsing veins.  With Shane’s alabaster skin, he could really see the blue vessels crawling underneath, feeding the power that no doubt resided in them.  His skin was unblemished and silky. It was warm, like an oven after baking is done.  He looked up at Shane and Shane’s head was thrown back. The muscles tensed under Cliffs palm, a wave of activity pulsed through the pecs and it looked like a caged animal was trying to get out.  “What is that Shane?  What is under there? It looks like there’s a raccoon in your pec trying to claw its way out.” He curled his lips again in a smile.  

 

Shane lifted his head back up, looking wildly at Cliff.  “I don’t know, Master Cliff.  I have never been this big before or let myself grow this much.  I can tell that I am far away from reaching my potential, but I don’t understand any of this myself.  You will be able to get me there.”  Cliff soothed the writhing mass under Shane’s chest, almost petting it and it slowly calmed down.  He looked up at Shane and was overtaken by the man’s beauty.  

 

A shot of lightning raced across the sky outside.  The thunder struck and it was still raining.

 

Cliff’s mind was racing.  He didn’t want to push his ripped friend too far.  He knew that inside that beautiful hard and shredded body, Shane was still a scared foster kid, just a bit more grown up now.  He was so turned on by the man he could barely keep focused.  He wanted to run his hands all over Shane’s enormous and muscular body. 

 

He placed his other hand in one of Shane’s hands and held it for a moment.  Then let go and worked his way up to Shane’s forearms.  “Holy fuck, Shane!”  Shane looked down quickly, terrified that something was wrong.  Cliff had let go of Shane’s chest and both hands were running and rubbing Shane’s massive forearm.  Cliff’s breath was racing and it was his turn to have wild eyes.  He couldn’t take them off of Shane’s arm.  The chords of muscle were insanely shredded.  Cliff thought that just this one forearm looked as big as an Easter ham but with individual muscle fibers straining to escape the shrink-wrapped casing that they found themselves trapped by.  And those thick, throbbing, angry vessels jockeying for space kept rising up to meet Cliff’s fingers as he caressed the largest forearm Cliff had ever seen. “Holy shit,” Cliff said out loud.  Forearms had always been his favorite body part after chest.  A man with ripped huge forearms was not to be messed with.

 

Shane just smiled and looked at Cliff with his liquid black eyes.  “I have never been happier in my life.  I cannot believe that the one person that loved me before he saw me this way is not frightened by me now.  Cliff, I have never felt this way about myself. I have never felt this way about anyone else.”

 

Cliff looked into Shane’s eyes and rested his hands on Shane’s enormous bicep muscles.  He could feel them pulsing, waiting, writhing underneath the surface.  

 

And then Cliff moaned.  His balls constricted and he began to pump his seed all over Shane’s legs.  Rivers of cum worked their way down the canyons and ravines that were Shane’s quads.  How had Cliff missed Shane’s legs… his fucking huge legs.  Cliff had always considered legs to be the most telling sign of male strength. Huge legs said a lot about a man’s power and Shane had power in spades.  Mammoth slabs of striated and elongated muscle raced down to Shane’s knees from his waist--his impossibly narrow waist.  Cliff thought that 28 inches around would be generous.  From there down, the man exploded into striations and long mounds of pure strength, all the while maintaining some sense of aesthetics.  Cliff’s cum was coursing down Shane’s quads like runoff on land that has seen too much rain. He noticed but couldn’t concentrate.  He was too much in pure bliss.  His eyes locked on Shane’s – those deep black pools that he wanted to be lost in, completely. 

 

Shane grabbed ahold of Cliff underneath his shoulders and lifted him up to eye level like he was a pet cat…he didn’t even struggle to lift Cliff’s meaty body. “How strong is this guy!? Cliff thought to himself.  He was a ragdoll to Shane.  

 

“Cliff, I want to kiss you.  I have never wanted anything so much in my life.”

 

Cliff reached his arm around the neck of the man he loved—his huge striated thick neck—and leaned in to kiss Shane.  Their lips touched and a burst of energy passed between them.  Cliff felt a spark, it hurt, but it felt good.  Shane’s body shook.  The muscles tensed and became engorged with the blood that had been waiting in the vessels surrounding them.  That blood was being pumped into them now and Shane’s monstrous muscles expanded.  Individual fibers that were visible before now looked like their own cords.  His chest expanded and his traps flexed like an overworked bicep, balling up and quivering.  

 

And then it was Shane’s turn to cum. His massive cock pulled back like a canon ready to fire. As if on command, volleys of thick white liquid shot out and met Cliff’s body, soaking his chest, groin, and legs with Shane’s essence.  It was hot and sticky and smelled like pure testosterone.  

 

The moans emanating from Shane sounded more like wild lions fighting than anything human.  He continued to empty quarts of thick juice onto Cliff’s elevated body and then he let go. He pulled back from Cliff and grabbed ahold of his cock with both hands.  He looked at Cliff suspended in the air and kept pumping cum on him.  

 

Cliff felt that the softest velvet gloves were holding him up or suspended in a warm hot tub.  He looked into Shane’s eyes looking back at his.  He had never been happier.

 

“What the fuck is going on in there Cliff!???!” He heard banging on the front door. “Cliff, are you ok?  Is your fucking crazy roommate trying to kill you or what?  OPEN THE DOOR, one of you or I will kick it in!  Cliff?  CLIFF!”  They could hear the frenzy in Rich’s voice.  He must have heard noise from his apartment below.  

 

“Shit, Shane. Rich will be through that door in a second.  He’s strong as an ox and he probably thinks we are in some sort of fight.  Shit.”

 

“It’s ok Cliff.” Shane looked radiant.

 

Shane slowly lowered Cliff from his careful suspension.  As soon as he touched the ground, he moved quickly toward the front door to prevent a forced break-in, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

 

Cliff grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around his waist.  He pulled the front door open and glared at Rich.  

 

“What the hell man? You should have called my phone or something.  You didn’t have to come barging up here!”

 

“It sounded like there was an animal dying up here man.  And I could hear the bed move, and then it got even louder, like some rhino in heat or something man.  Don’t get pissed that I’m watching out for you.  That fucking weirdo roommate, man. I thought he was trying to kill you!  You smell like cum, dude.  What the…?  Are you fucking that weirdo?”

 

“Shut up, Rich.  You don’t know what you are talking about.  If you want to get your face punched, you’ll keep talking.  Otherwise, shut up!”

 

Rich stormed into the apartment.  He was only wearing his boxer briefs and his muscles were all visible.  He must have run up from his bed.  The rooms and halls were empty anyway until the dorms started filling up the next day.

 

“Where is that little fucker?  I have a few things I need to say to him!  Shane, Sean, whatever the hell your name is…Get out here.  We’re gonna talk.”  Cliff hadn’t seen Rich this angry for a long time.  What was his problem?  

 

Just then, the bedroom door opened and out came Shane looking terrified as he had before.  Cliff’s eyes bugged out.  Shane came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist as well.  He looked thin and the same as when he arrived earlier that day.  He locked eyes with Rich and then swung his glance over to Cliff.  

 

“Hey Rich.  What’s up?”

 

“I’ll tell you what’s up you little freak!  You think you can just move in here all creepy and shit.  Take off your clothes and play your victim role and Cliff falls for it.  Then you crawl into bed with him and you trick him into fucking you.  You make me sick!  I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear to God.”

 

“Rich!  Stop it!” Cliff was moving toward him with his fists clenched.  “If you have a problem with Shane, you have a bigger problem with me.  Leave him alone!” The rage in Cliff’s voice was startling to everyone in the room, especially Rich who winced and stared at his friend.  He had never heard that tone come from gentle kind Cliff’s throat.  

 

“What has he done to you Cliff?  What has this little, ugly…”

 

Cliff’s meaty fist connected with Rich’s jaw solidly. 

 

“Get out Rich.”

 

Shane was standing with his mouth open staring at Rich’s face.  Rich’s eyes were bugging out and his mouth was moving but no sound came out.  A look of complete confusion spread across his face. He looked at Cliff and more than anger or rage, he looked at Cliff with hurt and confusion.  He had never seen this side of Cliff in years.  Cliff was his best friend. 

 

“Rich, I’m sorry, but you’d better go.”

 

Rich grabbed ahold of his jaw and looked at Shane with an almost pleading look in his eyes then back at Cliff with the same look.  Just as Rich had never seen Cliff with the look of complete rage in his eyes, Cliff had never seen Rich so submissive and confused.  He walked to the door and quietly shut it behind him.  

 

Shane stood where he was staring at Cliff whose hand was still balled in a fist.  There was concern mixed with confusion on his face.  “Cliff, why did you do that?” Shane pleaded.  “Why did you hit him?”

 

“No one will talk to you like that when I am around.  Someone finally needed to put him in his place.  I will not allow someone to disrespect you like that. “

 

Shane walked over quickly to Cliff, dropping the towel around his waist as he did.  He put his arms around Cliff and stretched up to kiss him.  “Thank you for standing up for me.  But don’t let me get in the way of you and your best friend.”  He looked at Shane in the eyes again and saw them turning black, like swirls of ink in a whirlpool.  “Cliff, you will need him on your side sooner than you think.  I don’t know why, but I know this is true.  You will need him.  I will need him.  Please go talk to him.  He is down in his room. I can feel him.  He is hurt from what you did as much as I have ever been in my life.”

 

Cliff looked at Shane’s face.  After all of the abuse he had faced in his life, physical and emotional, he was pleading with Cliff to go fix this.  He really believed that Rich was important somehow and from what he had seen tonight, he was not about to question Shane.  

 

Cliff grabbed Shane’s hand and walked into the bedroom.  “Get some clothes on Shane.  You are coming with me.”

 

Shane looked at Cliff and felt that Cliff was devastated from what he had done.  “Ok Cliff.”  He couldn’t deny Cliff a direct request and he knew that Cliff new best.

 

They found themselves standing outside of Rich’s door a few minutes later waiting for him to answer.  Cliff was holding Shane’s hand softly, carefully.  He knew that Shane didn’t want to be here.  He was trembling.  He knew when there was a potential hostile situation.  

 

Rich opened the door in his underwear.  He looked at Cliff directly in the eyes.  His built muscular body, well-tanned from the summer, was slightly slumped.  He looked defeated.  “What do you want.”  He didn’t even acknowledge Shane’s presence.  “What Cliff?  What do you want?” he repeated.  His voice became more forceful and strained.  The confusion that he had felt upstairs was starting to turn to rage.

 

“Rich, we should talk.”

 

“Fuck you, Cliff.  And fuck this loser you’re with.”

 

Cliff held onto Shane’s hand more tightly, squeezing it harder.

 

“You know Cliff, I am going to kick your ass for that.  YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT!!?”  Rich was yelling now. His hands clenching.  Cliff stepped through the door with Shane in tow.  

 

“Rich, please.  We need to talk.”

 

“You are in MY house now! I don’t have to do as you say!” Rich roared. 

 

Cliff turned to close the door behind him, looking away from Rich to do so, his hand still holding onto Shane.  Suddenly, Shane’s hand sparked.  He could feel that same electricity that he felt when Shane was huge and muscular.  

 

The next thing that Cliff felt was Shane letting go of his hand.  He heard the sound of meat on meat.  The deep thud of tissue connecting with tissue.  He looked up and Shane’s hand was cupped around Rich’s fist only an inch away from Cliff’s face.  Rich had tried to crack Cliff in the head when he was closing the door.  Shane had stopped him in his tracks.  

 

The look in Shane’s eyes was deadly.  He couldn’t feel Shane’s emotions like Shane could sense his, but he knew that Rich was in a very very dangerous position.  Shane’s eyes were swirling and Rich could see it too.  

 

“Don’t you touch him again,” Shane whispered.  But it wasn’t an ordinary whisper.  It sounded like a thousand thinly veiled threats covered with the finest silk.  Deadly, powerful, and true.  

 

 

“What the hell?” Rich was staring at Shane’s eyes.  He looked frightened. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

 

“Shane.  Let go of Rich’s fist.” Shane looked over at Cliff. Their faces were close. It was a simple request.

 

“Yes, Master.” 

 

Rich’s eyes almost popped out of his head.  He looked apoplectic. He called Cliff “master?” Shane released Rich’s fist.  It hurt.  How tightly had that little guy been grasping his hand?  It felt like it had almost been crushed.  

 

“We need to talk, Rich.  There are some things that need to be said…First of all, Shane is with me now.  You will never talk to him like you did earlier.  You will have me to deal with and I will not stop with one punch next time.  And I might just give Shane here permission to teach you a lesson. You got that?”

 

“Holy shit, Cliff.  What is going on here?” Rich still couldn’t believe the change in his friend. He had never seen Cliff angry like this.  

 

“You got that, Rich???”

 

“Yes.  But, what is happening.”  He looked at Shane “Dude, you are strong!  And what’s with those freaky eyes?”  It wasn’t said with any spite… that’s just how Rich talks to everyone.  Shane’s eyes had continued to swirl into blackness.  Now he was staring at Rich like a snake does before striking.  He was sizing him up.  Cliff reached down and took Shane’s hand. “Rich, can we sit down?”

 

“Fuck.  Yes, I’m so confused and scared right now.  Is Shane going to hurt me?  He looks like he wants to.” Shane just kept staring at Rich, expressionless.  

 

“Shane, what do you feel from Rich?”

 

“He is scared.  You hurt him more than he wants to admit out loud.  He is afraid of me but he doesn’t know why.  More than anything, he is confused.”

 

“Is he a threat?”

 

“No, Master.  He loves you very much and he will now tolerate me, I think.”

 

“Who is this guy? ‘I love you very much?’ What does that mean?” Rich asked.

 

“Shane can tell what you’re emotions are, Rich.  He doesn’t lie.”
 

They all sat down on the two couches facing each other in the small living area; Rich on one couch and Shane and Cliff on the other.  It was Rich’s turn to feel like a caged animal.  His beautiful tan surfer’s body was slumped over, hands on his knees looking at the two across from him.  Cliff decided to speak first.

 

“Hey man.  We’ve been friends for a long time.  Four years is a long time.  You can be an asshole and you know it.” Rich nodded in agreement.  “You need to let this one go.  Don’t fight me on this Rich.  Shane and I are together and that will not change.  I need you to be ok with that.  I know you just want to protect me since you don’t think I could know this guy.  I mean, I did just meet him today, right?’  Rich nodded and started to say something.

 

“Shane, show Rich a little of what you showed me earlier.  You decide what that is, but he needs to know at least a little.”

 

Shane didn’t question Cliff. He knew Cliff would know best in this situation.  He stretched out is arm and raised his wrist up toward his shoulder with his hand pressed out in a fist.  He looked quickly at Cliff and then back to his forearm.  It exploded with writhing muscle and thick snakes coursing under the skin.  His forearm grew and grew until it was the size of a gallon jug of milk but deeply divided.  It looked like someone had taken a cheese grater to the muscles underneath.  They looked inhuman and full of power unlike even what Cliff had seen earlier.  No other muscles on Shane’s little body were experiencing the same growth.  No others were expanding and pulsating with power. Shane was controlling the growth completely.

 

Cliff reached over to stroke the cords that knotted up under the skin. Once again the veins seemed to reach out for Cliff’s touch.  When he got close enough, there was that blue spark again and the muscles tensed and convulsed.  He lay his open hand on the monstrous writhing beast of Shane’s arms and petted it slowly and softly, almost making a shush sound as he did so.  The convulsive craze of his forearms calmed down, not all the way, but more than the frenetic first moments of Cliff’s touch.

 

Rich’s mouth had dropped to the floor and there was a large wet spot on his underwear and a puddle on the ground.  He couldn’t peel his eyes off of what he was seeing.   

 

Shane looked at Cliff.  Their eyes were only inches away.  Cliff was still stroking Shane’s forearm, settling the muscle contractions down.  Cliff quickly glanced over to the couch across the small room to see Rich completely dumbfounded and staring at Shane’s one huge forearm.  The wheels of his mind were working overtime attempting to process what was occurring.  He looked at a complete loss.  And Cliff noticed, he had pissed himself.  He thought about making some cruel joke, but then thought better of it.  How would he feel under the same circumstances?  

 

Cliff turned back to Shane who had never taken his eyes off of him.  He was just waiting for Cliff’s command.  An overwhelming feeling of well-being washed over Cliff. “How are you feeling, Shane?  What are you thinking?”

 

“I am thinking that I want to give you the world, and that I could do it, if you let me.”  That comment surprised Cliff.  He thought at first that it was just figurative speech, but immediately afterward, he wasn’t so sure.  What was Shane capable of?  What was his limit?  Shane kept staring at him with those black eyes.  He wasn’t smiling.  He was contemplating how he would be able to give the world to Cliff.  

 

Cliff’s mind wandered and looked at Shane’s body with more lust than he had ever felt. He was horny, definitely.  But what he had seen before, up in his bedroom, he wanted to see again.  He glanced at the tight t-shirt Shane had put on to go downstairs to Rich’s apartment and all he thought was “Damn, I’d love to see you bust out of that shirt.”

 

Immediately, Shane’s muscles exploded.  Every single one of them instantly expanded, like a kernel of popcorn.  Shane’s shirt ripped in 20 places in a matter of a second.  Cliff moaned and reached out for Shane’s enormous body.  He hadn’t gotten taller, but looked like he had gained 50 pounds of muscle.  Shane reached up to touch Cliff’s face and just that action caused hundreds of waves of visible muscle fibers to stretch and flex. 

 

Rich let out a soft groan.  He was the straightest man that had ever walked the campus—at least he liked to think so. But this moment was the hottest he had ever seen.  Shane had blown up like a Mr. Olympia contestant in the middle weight class, but he was shredded so much further than he had ever seen any other human.  And his vascularity was sick.  Rich could almost see every muscle cell individually.  They were so responsive to Shane’s movements that they seemed to be visibly waiting for their next orders.  It was as if there was a hierarchy in the room.  The one definitely in control was Cliff.  Whatever Shane was, he was hanging on Cliff’s every word.  Rich was immediately thankful that their personal fight seemed to be over. 

 

The young Adonis on the couch next to Rich’s best friend placed his hand on Cliff’s thigh and said simply, “I love you, Cliff.” And then expanded again. Every muscle was straining to fit under the skin of this muscle god.  He still hadn’t grown in height, but another enormous amount of weight had been added to his frame.  Rich could see Shane’s lats expanding beyond the confines of his shoulders and arms.  Had he ever seen anyone’s lats push out far past the arm boundary?  Now he had. 

 

Shane broke his stare with Cliff and looked now at Rich.  His countenance turned dark and a touch menacing. “Do you want to fuck with me now, Rich? Do you? “ Shane had never felt like this.  His body was electrified and he felt an inconceivable amount of power and strength flooding his body.  He stood up and at under 6 feet tall, still looked like a mountain.  He glanced at Cliff, almost apologetically.  “Sorry, Master.  I know you do not want me to harm your friend.” He looked back to Rich, “Rich, get me a knife.”  

 

Cliff looked at Shane incredulously. His monstrously muscular liege just said, “It’s ok, I want to show you something.”

 

Rich was just standing there.  He couldn’t move.  Shane looked over to the kitchen and suddenly, every knife in Rich’s kitchen arose and flew toward Shane. Every one of them hitting his body with extreme force and speed.  Cliff had just barely uttered a yelp when the blades were flying toward Shane’s exposed chest.  They all hit at the same time and shattered when they contacted his skin.  Shane picked up a piece of the blade edge of one of the broken knives and handed it to Cliff.  “Have Rich try to cut me with this blade.”

 

“No Shane.  I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.  You’ve seen enough of that in your life.”

 

“Let me do it, Cliff.” Rich said. 

 

Rich reached out and took the blade from Shane’s hand.  He put the sharp edge against Shane’s skin right above his wrist and pressed in and dragged it across the surface.  The knife did not penetrate a millimeter.  

 

“Now Cliff, you try. You need to see this”

 

Cliff picked up a small shard and placed it against Shane’s skin.  He applied a small amount of pressure and immediately, Shane started to bleed.  “Cliff, you have complete control of my body and my mind. I want you to understand that.  Whatever you desire, I can give it to you.  You have complete control.”  They heard lightening outside again.

 

“Rich, we need to leave. Shane and I have some things to discuss.  I wanted you to understand the situation, and I think that you do.  You are my best friend and you will be.  Shane, let’s go.”

 

“Shane, I hope to get to know you better.  I will try not to be an asshole to you and I am sure that if I am, you will let me know.” Rich was trying to smile, but he was scared shitless of the fireplug of hard writhing meat in front of him.  

 

In the hallway, Cliff said to Shane, “Let’s go to the weight room.  My RA card can get us in.  I want to see how strong you are.”  They walked down the hall and out of the building, Shane with his bulging muscles exposed. 

 

The sports complex sits directly north of the football stadium.  Cliff and Shane walked quickly from their dorm building on the hill overlooking lush grass fields of lower-campus and turned south on the path that would take them to the weight floor of the complex.  They held hands the entire way – one beefy senior hand in hand with a slightly shorter but enormous junior.  Those out jogging in the storm were caught off guard when they encountered the thick couple making their way down the path.  Shane hadn’t had time to put on a shirt and he was beginning to get cold.  

 

Cliff attempted to put his arm around Shane’s massive shoulders to keep him warm.  They hardly said a word to each other the whole walk down, but Cliff had a determined look on his face.  Shane, in his muscular body, looked proud – not of himself, but of his closeness and relationship to Cliff.  Everyone loved Cliff and Shane couldn’t believe that he was a part of such an amazing guy’s life.

 

Even in just the short distance from the dorms to the fitness center, they encountered several people that wanted to stop and talk to Cliff.  Everyone seemed to know him and wanted to say hi. Everyone who passed smiled at Cliff and stared wide-eyed at the shirtless mammoth that he had his arm around. Looking at his eyes, several of them let out a yelp and quickly walked away.  When others stopped to see how his summer had been, he was polite and kind, but deftly handled the interactions with grace, all the while excusing himself and Shane from a more lengthy discussion.  Thank goodness for the rain. 

 

They arrived at the fitness center.  Cliff’s arm was still around Shane’s massive and stout shoulders.  He had always thought of himself as a protector and in that role, he had become even more fiercely protective about Shane.  He was even trying to keep him from getting a chill in the rain. 

 

He swiped the key card and his credentials popped the door open.  They walked inside and walked to the right toward the dark, empty, weight area. 

 

Cliff walked over to the bench press.  He really wanted to see what Shane’s ripped legs and perfectly round ass could do, but decided to start with the chest.  He grabbed a plate and put it on the bar.  Shane, who had never been in a gym before, watched inquisitively.  He let Cliff load up the bar with 4 plates on each side of the bar.  That would add up to good weight and considering Shane’s muscular development, it seemed a high but appropriate amount. 

 

Cliff asked Shane to lay down on the bench and coached him on his positioning.  Shane grabbed ahold of the bar as instructed and lifted the bar up. Shane didn’t appear to be straining at all.  Cliff stood at the head of the bench and helped guide the bar into starting position.  “Now, lower the bar toward your chest to your nipples, let it touch lightly, and push up with your chest.  Go slowly but steadily and focus on the muscles you are trying to isolate.  Breath in while lowering, and exhale when raising the bar.  Try to move smoothly and deliberately. I will help you out if you cannot move the weight or you begin to tire.  That’s what a spotter does.”

 

Shane lay down on the bench, bare chested and massive.  His lats spilled over the side of the bench, and his traps and other back muscles prevented his head from laying flat.  He was looking at a slight angle backward and when he opened his eyes, he was staring up at Cliff’s ample package protruding slightly from his shorts.  He could see the outline of Cliff’s flaccid cock and the slight ring mark that signified the head of his penis.  Shane felt waves of care, love, and lust flowing from Cliff toward him.  He smiled.  Although he wasn’t sure if he could lift the weight as carefully and fluidly as Cliff wanted, he knew that he could do it: Cliff knew he could do it so he had no question.  He would do anything Cliff asked him to and he didn’t feel that there was a limit.  

 

Shane slowly lowered the weight. It was surprisingly light, almost like lowering a can of soup in both arms.  He touched the bar to his chest.  Cliff had his hands an inch or two under the bar and was squatting slightly to offer assistance if Shane needed help.  In that position, Shane smelled a wave of testosterone-laden clean and fresh musk emanating from Cliff’s groin.  He smelled like man, and fresh cut hay, earthy, and something naughty.  Shane breathed in the smell of Cliff’s crotch and groaned softly.  He felt a wave of pleasure beginning to swell in his chest and radiate down his abs and settle in his cock and he started to get hard.  He loved Cliff’s man-smell almost as much as he loved everything else about him  

 

He held the weight at his nipples—which were now hard and standing up. And began to push expecting it to be difficult.  Cliff did say that he would be lifting over 400 pounds. The bar just felt like a small amount of resistance.  He lifted it up easily.  Cliff shuddered and he started getting hard as well. Looking down at Shane’s smiling face and down toward his bulging pecs, he noticed that the muscle fibers looked like thousands of tiny strings being pulled taught just under the skin.  The veins that honeycombed Shane’s skin over his chest were writhing but it was obvious that Shane felt no strain.  If he could push this much weight up without any effort at all, what was he capable of?  Shane pumped out 20 more reps, quickly.  He was almost giddy with excitement at Cliff’s astonishment and pleasure.  He racked the bar and sat up beaming and spun around on the bench to meet Cliff’s eyes.  Cliff looked so pleased.  “Did I do a good job, Cliff?  I thought that looked like a lot, but I didn’t even feel it!”

 

“You did great, Shane.” Cliff now had a fully erect cock trying to get out of his shorts.  Shane looked down and smiled again.  

 

“I am so happy that I can make you happy.  I’m glad that you like this size.  I know that I can get so much bigger and stronger.  I can tell that you would like that too.”

 

“Shane, I like you how ever you are.  But I told you that I love muscles, and I love yours especially. You are so beautiful.  And fuck!  You are strong… like freaky strong, I can tell.  I don’t want you to be afraid of losing me as you grow bigger and more powerful.  I don’t want to hold you back.” It suddenly donned on Cliff that he had only met Shane earlier that day.  His whole life was different now and would be forever.

 

Shane stared into Cliff’s eyes with those big pools of blackness.  “Master, everything I do from this day forward in my life will be for you.  I am completely at your mercy and only exist to fulfill your wishes and desires.  You are not holding me back.  You are giving me the only reason that I have ever had to exist in this world. No matter what happens to me as I continue to grow and become stronger, it will all be for you and because of you.  Please don’t think that you are holding me back or giving me anything less than exactly what I need.”

 

Shane stepped over to Cliff, stuck his big meaty hand down Cliff’s shorts and grabbed ahold of his cock.  “I can tell you want this, Master.  I will make you feel better than you have ever felt before, just standing here.”  Shane applied the slightest pressure to his grip and Cliff moaned deeply.  The veins on Shane’s arms leapt up toward the surface and suddenly Cliff felt a deep pulse of pleasure coursing through Shane’s hand and into his erectness.  “Holy shit.  What is that?”  Cliff could feel something like electricity, but it was silky and smooth, and pure sex.  He looked down and saw those little blue sparks swarming between Shane’s hand and his own tumescent member. 

 

Shane looked at him and simply responded, “I don’t know.  This is new for me too.” Cliff bit his lip and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  He had never felt a feeling like this before.  It was as if his entire body was feeling the pulsing of an epic orgasm, but the wave just kept coming, the pulse kept going and becoming more and more intense.  He grabbed ahold of the hulking biceps that were irresistibly within reach.  Those pulses of energy and lust ripping through him in waves, starting with Shane’s hand on his cock and radiating out from there.  Shane looked like he was enjoying himself as well.  He was getting lost in the moment staring at his master.  He was moaning and started to quiver with waves of hot energy.  Deep groans began emanating from his throat. 

 

Cliff pulled out of his stupor and thought “Shane. Fuck Shane, this is amazing.  Show me how strong you are.”  He looked directly into Shane’s dark eyes.  Shane took his hand off of Cliff’s cock and grabbed a 45# plate from the rack.  The thing was solid iron.  He placed his hands around the edge in a 9 and 3 o’clock position and applied downward pressure.  The muscles in his arms and chest exploded out as he increased the pressure slightly.  He wasn’t even straining yet.  With a slight grunt, he pushed down harder.  Cliff reached his hand over and softly placed it in the deep valley that formed between his tricep and delt. He could feel the muscles were under unrelenting tension and were hard beyond anything that he had felt before.  As hard as the iron plate, but warm with soft skin.  He looked again at Shane, his hand on Shane’s body and said with authority, “Bend it, Shane!”

 

A wild look jumped into the beasts eyes and once again a wave of growth began in earnest all over Shane’s body.  While it wasn’t as impressive as had happened in Rich’s room only a half-hour ago, it was still noticeable.  Deepening chasms spread along muscle fault lines, the deep canyon between Shane’s angry pecs became deeper as the muscles bloomed out even more.  The double head of his biceps swelled and the separation of the bicep bellies became even more pronounced.  Shane’s neck thickened and the serpentine veins flowing over its surface pulsed with liquid godhood.  

 

His traps rose and crowded into the side of his head up to the level of his ears.  It looked like he didn’t have a neck anymore.  His legs ballooned out and the long cords of muscle expanded in width and definition until Cliff started to wonder if his anatomy had changed.  His legs were so defined and huge it began to look as if single muscles began to develop muscle groups of their own.  That was how ripped Shane was becoming. 

 

The ubiquitous watershed of veins were so distinct all across the surface of his body, their entire circumference appeared to wander over the top of the surface of the muscle with only the thinnest skin holding them against his body.  Following some of them with his finger tip, Cliff noticed areas where the vessels ran across the surface and then plunged into the hard surface, feeding what was below with Shane’s beast blood. 

 

God, he was so turned on.  Cliff could feel his cock pressing against the skin of his shaft. The meat of his dick wanted to escape the confines of its skin cage. He had never felt this turned on before.  He wanted to be inside Shane.  He wanted Shane to smother him and become part of him.  He wanted to become one with the monster Shane was becoming.  Fucking wouldn’t be enough.  He desired Shane with such great intensity; he felt that he would rather give up air or water as long as he could keep him close.

 

Shane looked straight ahead, crazed.  Cliff kept his hand on Shane’s ever-more-muscular body.  “Bend it, Shane.” He whispered again, softly, sexually.  A burst of electricity seemed to erupt all over Shane’s body, following the course of the serpentine vessels.  An intensely blue/white network of stable lightning seemed to hover just over Shane’s skin.  The arcs ran right up to Cliffs hand that still rested on Shane’s upper arm.  He took his other hand and placed it on his lover’s cheek and the energy currents parted to allow his hand access to Shane’s skin.  

 

Shane looked at Cliff and gasped.   His eyes were still as black as ink, but inside of them looked to be a lightening storm.  Jagged mini-bolts of blue flashed in the darkest recesses of Shane’s eyes.  He looked completely calm now and waited for the electricity to dance across every inch of his skin for a moment longer. He appeared to be growing slightly taller, a good aesthetic look considering the musculature Shane had developed over the past few seconds. He blinked at Cliff, smiled, and simply said, “I will.” The blue currents appeared to soak into his skin.  He applied the lightest pressure to the iron plate held in his hand and it bent and then shattered.  

 

Shane and Cliff both groaned.  Cliff pulled down Shane’s shorts and then his own right before both of them shot their thick hot cum all over each other.  They stood there, arms wrapped around one another, Shane having grown a few inches in the last spurt was now over 6 feet tall and just taller than Cliff.  He wrapped his arms around his roommate and sent waves of his emotions into the man.  Love, belonging, protection, and lust flooded into both of their bodies, each contributing his own part of the equation.  Cliff had his arms around Shane’s abdomen and buried his face into the enormous striated half-globes that erupted outward from Shane’s chest.  They looked as if they had been painstakingly etched from solid metal, but as Cliff placed his head on them, they conformed to his face as if they, themselves--Shane’s enormous razor sharp defined pecs—were giving him a hug.  Cliff stroked Shane’s cobra-like back and just held him.

 

After a few moments, Cliff pulled his head away from Shane’s stone pillow chest and looked directly in his eyes. “What the hell was that?” and gave him the widest smile he could. 

 

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling I am just getting started.  I am so glad that I have you now to guide me and protect me. Master Cliff, I love you so much.  You are perfect.” 

 

All Cliff could do was hug his god-sized friend closer. Reaching up and giving his a kiss on the lips, he grabbed Shane’s big paw and said, “Let’s go.”

 

They began walking across the sports fields hand in hand, not saying a word.  Lightening was dancing in the sky overhead.  Cliff could feel Shane’s emotions coming through his touch.  He was reliving his life before he met Cliff that morning.  He could sense that he was still that hurt, sad, unappreciated boy that he had always been growing up.  He could feel that Shane believed that Cliff was far too good for him and that he deserved to be with someone of his quality.  For as powerful and beautiful as he was physically at the moment, he was still that scared kid inside.  

 

“Cliff, I don’t think I can live without you now.  What has happened over the past few hours has cemented our lives together. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but it is all because you were kind to me and love me.  You are making me the man that I am becoming.”

 

Cliff just looked over at him and squeezed his hand a bit harder.  The only feeling he had now was pure joy.

 

He stopped walking and leaned up again to his now-taller roommate and kissed him again. Softly, delicately.  

 

Shane let out a guttural roar that Cliff was not expecting.  His body quivered again and began seizing.  “Shane! Shane!” Cliff cried desperately not knowing what was happening. “Oh my god! Shane, what’s wrong.”  

 

Just then, Cliff noticed that the rain had stopped.  He looked up in the sky to see the lightening from the surrounding clouds was beginning to shoot toward a center point directly over their heads. It appeared as if a lake of white hot plasma was forming a couple of thousand feet in the sky fed by increasingly strong lightning bolts ripping clouds apart as they struggled to reach this singularity.  Shane was still shaking.  Cliff was terrified, not because of the strange event in the sky, but because he felt that his heart would die if Shane didn’t come out of this alive.  He had never felt that sort of fear for losing something.  He struggled to hold Shane upright.  Shane was so strong and he was twitching and writhing out of control. “Stop Shane! Stop!” he was getting frantic.  The convulsions stopped immediately and Shane stood there, looking ahead, but with no expression on his face.  

 

Suddenly, the lightening in the sky stopped for a brief moment and an enormous bold shot directly out of the pool of white-hot plasma down to the ground and smashed into Shane’s body.  Cliff was blown thrown up in the air and away.  Shane shot a look at Cliff as he was being tossed from the pressure of the bolt connecting.  He extended his arm before Cliff hit the ground.  Although Cliff was a good twenty feet away from Shane, he could feel Shane willing Cliff not to smash into the ground.  Instead, he looked back to see Shane’s outstretched arm pointed toward him and a warm solid feeling of being supported in the air and being drawn back toward the epicenter of the strike—Shane.  The bolt suddenly disappeared and left the two of them standing again together as the rain started pouring down again.  

 

“Shane.  Are you ok?  Can you hear me?” Cliff reached out to steady Shane.  He had a blank look on his face and Cliff thought that he might be about to pass out or fall down.  

 

“Can we go home please, Cliff?”

 

“Yes. But are you ok?”

 

He looked at his master and smiled.  “Yes.  I am more than ok.”

 

They started walking back toward the forested hill and the path that would lead back to the dorms. They didn’t speak.  Whatever had happened back there to Shane, Cliff wanted it to be on Shane’s terms what and when he decided to share what he had experienced.  Cliff grabbed Shane’s hand again.  He was still huge and massive.  He could give a heavily armored tank a challenge, Cliff thought. 

 

“Is there anything you would like me to do, Master?” Shane asked.  His voice seemed deeper and more masculine.  It almost sounded like a landslide and a freight train took human form--both unstoppable and immutable.  It was a simple question.  He was thinking all sorts of nasty and depraved thoughts about what he wanted to do to Shane.  The man was a distillation of every dream imaginable that Cliff had ever had.  All the hundreds of times he had jerked-off, he had never dreamed of someone like Shane. Shane was more than all of those dreams combined – and he was real.

 

Cliff looked over at the thick beast walking next to him.  He giggled a second and flippantly said, “Yes, I want you to demolish that tree” pointing to a large cedar a hundred feet tall clinging to the hill just off the path.  

 

Shane nodded in agreement.  Cliff was only kidding, but Shane was dead set on giving it a try.  The tree was enormous.  If joining hands, three people Cliff’ size could not wrap all the way around the tree.  It was immense.  Shane walked to the base and put his arms around it, not coming close to the size he would need.  Suddenly, he began to grow ever so slightly.  He moaned and threw his head back with his eyes closed. Standing before Cliff was an 8-foot tower of the thickest muscle.  

 

Ever fiber of Shane’s expanding body exploded.  Shane had his back to Cliff and Cliff could see ridges of muscle expanding along Shane’s spine.  Mountainous lumps of pure power moved and stretched across his back forming what Cliff thought to look like a cobra, but infinitely thicker and more powerful.  Shane’s calves exploded in size and definition looking much like angular vascularized car tires.  They were huge.  

 

Suddenly, Shane’s size permitted his hands to touch on the other side of the tree.  He encircled the trunk with his huge fucking arms and Cliff saw a wave of power spread across Shane’s back and through his arms in what looked like an intense bear hug.  The base of the tree exploded in thousands of pieces.  It began to lean and Shane pulled another section of the tree into his embrace and once again, upon pressure, another 20 feet of the tree shattered.  He continued to do this process until the tree was reduced to small shards in a pile all around Shane’s massive body.  He turned around. His shorts had long-since ripped away from his body.  He stood there, naked, huge and a dozen feet tall, with a massive erection.

 

“Is that ok, Master?” he sheepishly asked.  He looked as if he was worried that he had done it wrong.

 

“Shane, come over here.” Cliff reached out to gather Shane in his arms.  He realized that Shane’s hard manhood was close to face level with him now, but he wrapped his arms around Shane’s legs, his hands connecting directly under the most ripped and beautiful set of glutes Cliff dared imagine.  “You did it perfectly. Now come back down to a more manageable size for me and lets get home.”

 

Shane slowly decreased in size until he became the small, thin version of himself that he had been when they first met.  Cliff was suddenly aware of the unfathomable power, strength, and beauty that was bound up in the body standing next to him.  Cliff bent over and picked up the ripped shorts that lay on the ground and said, “Can you fix these so you have something to wear for the rest of the walk?”

 

Shane took the shorts in his hands and drew his finger along the ripped seams.  Blue sparks flew out and heated the polyester fibers into a new seam.  He pulled the shorts on and they began to walk back.

 

“Shane, what do you want?  Is there anything you want right now? You asked me just a few minutes ago, and now there is one less tree in the world,” Cliff chuckled.  “Is there anything I can do for you?”

 

Shane looked sheepishly at Cliff.  He had the power of innumerable men and the ability to grow into a monstrous muscle beast and yet he was so concerned about what Cliff would think of him.

 

“I don’t want to say.”

 

“Shane, tell me what you want.”

 

“Ok, Cliff.  I can’t resist a command from you.” He had the look of an unpopular high school kid who was about to ask the hottest girl in school to the prom.

 

“I want you to fuck me, Cliff.  And then I want to fall asleep in your arms.”

 

Cliff’s face broke in half with a huge smile- the smile that he was so well known for.  “I think we can take care of that.”

 

They hurried back to their dorm room. 

 

Entering the bedroom, small Shane pushed the beds together and jumped into the shower for a quick minute to wash off the mud and wood dust from the cedar tree.  Cliff opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, naked, with his lover.  They kissed and Cliff asked Shane to grow a little, to fill out, and add some of that sexy muscle.  Shane of course complied.  

 

They toweled each other off and walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom.  

 

“I’ll be right back.  I’m going to grab a couple of glasses of water.  I’m parched.” Cliff wheeled around and walked into the kitchen.

 

“It’s a bit cold in here, isn’t it Shane?” he yelled from the other room.

 

“Ya. Oh, weird.  One of the panes on the window has a big hole in it.”

 

“Well, with all of the new guys moving into the dorms tomorrow, it’ll probably be a while before maintenance can come and fix it.  I’ll put it on the work order sheet,” Cliff said as he walked into the room.  He noticed Shane had returned to his small size again.  

 

He held out a glass for Shane.  “Thank you, Cliff.”

 

“You shrunk down again.” Cliff said quizzically.

 

“I think it would be nice to start out at this size and then I can add size and muscle as you want me to.  It can be like a game.  I think that would be fun.”  His face flushed. “I mean, I can get huge now again if you want me to though.  Whatever you want, Cliff.”

 

“No.  You are right.  I think it will be so fucking hot to watch you grow as we have sex.  Damn!  That’s such a brilliant idea. Now come over here.”

 

Cliff felt a little breeze come through the hole in the window.  He looked over at it. “Weird. It looks almost like a perfect circle. Hmmm.”

 

He leaned in to give Shane a deep wet passionate kiss – like Shane had never experienced before.  He touched his lips to Shane’s and opened up his mouth.  

 

At that moment, he heard a whooshing sound and a small thud.  Shane pulled away.  He stared into Cliff’s eyes with pure fear.  Cliff looked back and then noticed a small hypodermic needle sticking out the side of Shane’s neck. 

 

Someone had shot it through the hole in the window.  

 

“No, no, no, no, no…” Cliff kept mumbling to himself, as Shane looked more and more afraid.  Shane tried to speak but couldn’t form the words.  His eyelids were beginning to flutter.  He collapsed.  “Oh my god!  Who did this?! No, no, no, no.” Cliff knelt down next to Shane and kissed him on the lips pulling the syringe out of his neck.  “I love you Shane.  I love you!”  He started to cry just as a canister flew through the window and began releasing a mist.

 

“What the fuck?  Shane.  Shane!”

 

The last thing he heard was the room of the dorm getting kicked in, wood splintering.  

 

Then for the second time in one night, his world went dark.

 

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Part III

 

 

“God, this hurts,” Cliff thought to himself.  The room was completely black.  He couldn’t tell where he was or what was around him.  The air smelled musty and a bit like dirt.  A certain odor was in the air—an odor he could not place, but resonated with his past somehow.  “Where am I?”

 

He heard a rustle to his left.  It didn’t sound like much, but it seemed like something or someone was close, breathing shallowly.  Then he heard a very slight groan.  It was almost imperceptible.  

 

“Hello…” He asked the darkness to respond.  “Who’s there?”

 

Silence.

 

He then became aware of his position.  A sharp pain started radiating from his wrists.  It felt as though shackles were holding his arms above his head; the sharp edges digging into his skin.  His shoulders hurt.  He tasted the warm metallic flavor of blood in his mouth.  He could sense that his feet were touching the ground, but only barely. 

 

“Uhhhhhhgh.”  The darkness spoke again.  The breathing and sounds were coming from only a few feet away.  He heard another rustle of slight movement. 

 

“Hello?  Shane?  Is that you? Shane, are you ok? What is going on?”

 

Silence.  

 

The metal bands clasping his wrists together were hurting more and more.  They were almost suspending him in air. If he thrust his heels into the ground, the shackles dug in further.  He was given just enough length of chain to stay alive, but could not move.  He realized that now.

 

“Cliff?”  The voice was garbled.  It sounded like someone speaking underwater or with a mouthful of food.  He heard his name, but couldn’t tell who it had come from.  “Cliff?” the voice questioned again. 

 

He knew in that instant that the voice did not belong to Shane. Panic ripped through his soul.  “WHERE IS SHANE?” he desperately replayed any events that he was aware in his mind.  The last thing he remembered was that Shane had been struck by a hypodermic needle that had been delivered to his neck through the hole in the window.  He remembered collapsing and seeing a mist erupt from a canister that had also found its way into the bedroom.  And then the sound of cracking wood as the door had been broken down.  

 

“Hello?  Who are you? Where is Shane?”  The panic of Shane’s absence was swelling inside of Cliff.  He felt wave after wave of fear and worry.  Someone had kidnapped him and done God-knows-what to the man that had become his second half in only a day.  He began thrashing against the shackles that bound his wrists, his meaty body trying to break free without even knowing his surroundings.

 

“Cliff…”  The voice whispered. It sounded like it was in pain.  He could hear wincing and gurgling.  Whoever it was that was next to him, he was in worse shape than Cliff.  

 

“Yes.  It’s Cliff.  Who is it?” He repeated.  “How do you know my name?  Where are we?”

 

“Help me, Cliff.  It’s Rich.  I think I am bleeding.”  Cliff then heard a muffled cry.  

 

“Rich?  How the hell did you get here?”

 

“I have no idea.  The last thing I remember…um, I was in my apartment about to fall asleep…I heard a huge crash upstairs in what sounded like your place.  It didn’t sound like those sex noises from before…”

 

Rich went silent.  Cliff realized that the strange gurgling sound he could hear was probably blood in Rich’s mouth.  The air hung heavy with the sweet and sickly smell of iron.  

 

“Rich? Are you ok?”

 

“Yes.  Sorry.  It hurts so badly….So, I went upstairs to see what the loud crack was.  I came around the corner and thought your door was open but when I got closer, I realized that the door had been ripped off its hinges. Then I saw men dragging Shane out…then you. That’s the last thing I remember.” He spoke slowly and deliberately.  Rich was in pain. 

 

“I am so sorry I got you into this, Rich.”

 

“Into what?”

 

“I have no idea.  But for whatever reason you are here, it is because of me, or Shane…or me and Shane.   I am so sorry.”

 

“Fuck man.  Don’t be sorry.  We need to find out what is going on though.  I think I’m hurt pretty badly.”

 

Just then, they both heard the opening and slamming of a door, the flick of a light switch, and then saw the warm yellow of halogen lights.  They were inside of a giant shed.  It looked like so many of those that Cliff had worked in as a kid out on the farm.  Most stored potatoes or other root crops from the harvest.  They had a particular earthy smell.  That is what he was remembering. 

 

“Hello, gentlemen. I hope you are not too uncomfortable.”

 

The voice was deep and masculine, but also melodic and animated. Cliff turned his head over towards Rich.  He could feel the soreness in his neck.  Rich was suspended, much like he felt he was, with his arms raised up and clasped together by iron shackles dangling down from the ceiling.  His face was bloody and swollen.  There was dried matted blood in his hair.  His eyes were swollen closed and bright red and purple.  It looked like he had been in a boxing match with a world-class competitor and had done so without any protection or training.  He looked positively ghastly.  

 

“Who the fuck are you, asshole?” Rich attempted to sound tough but there was debilitating pain in his voice.  

 

The man who had walked in was inspecting the two friends.  He was looking at them with dark brown eyes that looked sinister and terrifying.  Not a tall man, he was thin but sinewy and much more physically adept than he appeared.

 

“You…” he pointed to Rich.  “You just got in the way.  Now, shut your fucking face!” The man, standing close to Rich, cocked back his arm and proceeded to punch Rich in the gut.  There was a deep thud.  Cliff heard Rich moan.

 

“Bring in the subject!” the man shouted to the empty air.  

 

A large door opened on the other side of the massive cellar.  The door was about the size of four normal home garage doors.  The sun streamed through the open doorway about 100 feet away.  A small group of men walked in pushing a young man in his early twenties toward Cliff and Rich.  He thought for a moment that it was Shane in his reduced form, but it wasn’t.  He could tell by the way this one walked.  

 

The group got closer to the two dangling men and the asshole in-charge.  “Jack, come here!” The asshole said to the group.  The young man—who looked very confused and out of place—approached carefully and slowly.  He looked terrified.  

 

“Jack, come closer to Cliff here.  You two will become good friends, I have no doubt.”

 

The thin awkward young man got even closer.  He looked at Cliff in a terrifying way.  He looked so afraid.  Cliff thought he recognized him…from some distant memory.  They were about the same age he thought, but Jack was much more frail. 

 

“Jack…reach out and touch Cliff.  It doesn’t matter where.  Just touch his skin.” Jack hesitated.  He didn’t know what was happening.  He then slowly started to extend his hand out.  When it got just a few inches away from Cliff’s exposed chest, Jack moaned.  Cliff could see veins racing to the surface of Jack’s skin.  And Jack began to grow.  Not much, but it was noticeable.  His shirt slowly filled out more and mounds of muscle began to show themselves against his small shirt.  

 

Cliff spat on the ground.  Jack looked directly at him with a face of complete surrender and awe.  Beginning to rub his expanded pecs, Jack smiled slightly at Cliff and Rich.  He knew something.  The smile was genuine and was meant for only them to see.  When he turned to the man, he went stone-faced again and simply asked, “What was that?” He still looked terrified. 

 

One of the men from the group that had escorted Jack into the giant cellar walked up to him, placed his hands on Jack’s shoulder and turned him away and started walking again toward the giant open hangar door.  

 

“Who was that?” Cliff questioned under his breath.  

 

“We have been waiting a long time to meet you, Cliff.  We have been watching your friend, Shane for years. You see, he has a…condition.”  

 

The mention of Shane’s name from this sinister man made Cliff’s blood boil instantly.  He glanced over at Rich with arms suspended in the air.  Rich looked more worried than Cliff had even felt.  Rich glanced over at Cliff with those horribly swollen eyes.  He looked angry.  Where Rich felt concerned, Cliff looked like he could set the place on fire with his anger.  Rich had always been a hothead, but in this moment, the rolls were clearly reversed.  

 

“Shane started to really change when he moved in with you.  It only took a few hours with you for him to evolve into something that we did not expect.  We were able and willing to sit back and watch his development until last night when he did something quite remarkable.  He absorbed the energy from an entire thunderstorm.  For all that we have seen leading up to yesterday, we had never seen anything like that.  He is exceeding our expectations.”

 

Cliff’s mind was reeling.  “Who is this ‘we’ that has been observing Shane?  Why had they brought that scared little guy in and had him touch Cliff?  Why had Jack expanded with muscle when they touched?  And why had he smiled afterward – a smile that was only meant for Rich and Cliff to see?” Cliff had a million questions and as many theories attacking his brain at once.

 

“Why is my buddy here?  He doesn’t know anything,” Cliff motioned with his head toward Rich. 

 

“You are right.  He doesn’t, but I felt that he could be used as collateral…as protection for my investment.  You fuck me over, and I will end him.  How does that sound?”

 

The boss looked quite proud of himself.  He didn’t look too much older than Cliff, maybe late twenties. 

 

Cliff felt something well up inside of him.  “Where is Shane?” his voice thundered.  He was starting to get frantic. 

 

“That’s enough for now.”  The man walked over to the suspended prisoners, cocked back his arm and delivered a bone-cracking blow to Cliff, right across the left cheek. “Load them into the truck!” he bellowed.  Rich and Cliff heard boots approach behind them and then bags were placed over their heads. They were lowered to the ground and told to walk forward.  The escorts placed their hands on the prisoners’ shoulders and guided them for several minutes.  Cliff knew that they had arrived outside.  The smell of damp earth evaporated and he could feel the warmth of the sun.  

 

“There are steps in front of you.  Climb up and get into the back of the truck!” barked a man with a deep thunderous voice.  Cliff knew that it was the man who had been guiding him outside – the voice was just beside his ear.  

 

They sat down in the bed of the truck, blindfolded and fettered.  “They could hear the two escorts climbing into the cab of the truck and Cliff assumed that they were now alone.  “Rich, we have to find Shane.  We have to figure out how to get free and find him,” Cliff said in a hushed tone.  

 

“No shit.”

 

“I think I can help with that,” a voice said from a couple of feet away.  

 

“Who the hell are you?” Rich growled. The bags were still over their heads.

 

“It’s Jack.  What the fuck did you do to me?  I touched you and I put on like 10 pounds of muscle immediately.  And I can tell I am fucking STRONG! I can feel it.  I don’t know how, but I know that I could rip those chains right off your wrists.  Fuck.  What did you do to me? Who are you?”

 

Cliff paused.  His wheels were turning.  They were in a very dangerous situation and he needed to assure their safety as well as figure out where Shane was and how to free him.  

 

“Well, tell him something!” barked Rich.

 

“Jack, my name is Cliff.  I don’t know why my touch can do that to you, but I have a friend.  Well, he’s more than a friend.  The same thing happened to him when I touched him-but to an infinitely greater degree.  Jack, are your hands free?”

 

“Yes.  I might have gained 10 pounds, but I am still a scrawny guy.  They don’t see me as a threat I guess.  But I am now.  I can feel it.  I feel like I have electricity raging through my muscles. They fucked with the wrong guy. They kidnapped me yesterday and I have no idea where I am. Its my mom’s birthday and I am pissed I am missing the party.”  

 

Cliff rolled his eyes underneath his head covering.  Jack had absolutely no idea what was happening.  He was mad that he was missing a party.  Seriously?

 

“Jack please listen very carefully to me.  I want you to touch me again.  I hope that my theory is true and that you will get significantly stronger when you do.”

 

“No fucking way.  Are you serious?  That would be amazing. “

 

“Cliff, are you sure you know what you are doing?  We don’t know anything about this guy.  He could get blow up huge like Shane did and knock our fucking heads off with a single shot.  I don’t know, man.  Seems like a big risk.”

 

 Jack just looked at Cliff.  Cliff could sense him probing his emotions, just as Shane did when they first met.  

 

“Hey Jack.  One question.  Are you adopted?” Cliff didn’t know why he asked.  It was just a thought that came into his mind.  

 

“Ya.  I don’t know my biological parents.  I know nothing about them.  I was sent around to really shitty foster homes for most of my life.  Its like I couldn’t catch a break.  But the family I was placed with when I was 16 turned out to be amazing.  That’s why I want to be at my mom’s birthday today.  I promised her I would never miss one.  I don’t intend on missing this one.  A promise is a promise.”

 

Cliff probed Jack’s voice for any sign of wavering.  

“Cliff, I can tell you are worried about me and about the risk you are taking.  I can also tell that whoever this Shane guy is, he is one fucking lucky guy.  I have never in my life sensed so much worry and love and fear coming from someone.  You seem like you are about to explode from the inside out, Cliff. “

 

Every word that Jack said resonated with Cliff to the core of his being.  He didn’t know what the connection was, but he knew he could trust Jack.  He knew that they had somehow been connected in the past.  He couldn’t explain it though.

 

“I am about to lose my mind.  I am so worried about Shane.” Cliff’s voice cracked.  He was glad that there was a covering over his face.  Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes and he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Jack.  He could give a fuck about Rich.  Rich seemed to understand how much Cliff and Shane loved each other.  

 

“Rich, Jack. If we do this, we have only one shot.  Rich, I trust him.  I trust him completely. Somehow, I just know.” Rich nodded his head, but Cliff couldn’t see it.  

 

“So, I think I have an idea.” He paused a moment.  “I hope you understand that we must find Shane.  That is the most important thing.” His voice cracked.  The worry was beginning to build now that he wasn’t hanging from those chains.  He could focus less on the pain he had been in and more on what was needed to escape.  He had no idea what he was dealing with, except that whoever had kidnapped them all was terribly organized and methodical.  They had all obviously been watched and followed for some time.

 

“Jack, I am going to have you touch me.  I don’t know what will happen, but I hope you get stronger and bigger.  We are going to need that.  Then, I want you to rip the cuffs off of Rich, but not me.”  

 

“What?  Fuck that, Cliff,” Rich spat.  He wasn’t going to let that happen.

 

“Listen.  You and Jack here are going to jump out of this truck and head back to where we came from before we get too far away.  I didn’t want to say anything, because I couldn’t be sure since I was in so much pain, but I know that Shane is back there.  I could feel him.  He is in pain and he is scared.  You have to get back and get him out.  Figure out a way.”

 

“What about you, Cliff?” Jack had a concerned tone in his voice.  They had just met, but Jack and Cliff had a connection since Jack had approached him in the massive shed.  

 

“They want me.  That asshole back there mentioned that they just took Rich to keep a bargaining chip with me. If they have me still when we arrive wherever we are headed, they may give you just enough time to get Shane out.  If I am gone, they will freak the fuck out.  Then who knows.  Shane and I are the primary hostages here.  I need to believe that it will give you enough time to find him.”
 

“Then what?” Rich sounded apprehensive.  Cliff was clearly not thinking.  

 

“Come and find me.  I have a feeling that if you can get Shane out of there, and you have Jack as well, you wont have a problem getting me out of whatever shit storm I am in.  Just try to hurry. I don’t think they will like the two of you escaping. OK?”

 

“Ya, whatever.  Just don’t get yourself killed,” Rich sounded nervous.  

 

“Jack, reach out and touch me.  You may feel strange.  It’s ok.”

 

Jack extended his finger tips and could barely reach Cliffs shackled arms.  He felt a jolt of energy passing between them and then he looked down at his own arm.  He saw cords of muscle rising out of his skin.  They were stretching toward Cliff. He felt a burst of energy so strong; he thought he was going to crawl out of his own skin.  He uttered a stifled moan.  What had just happened? He felt so strong—stronger than before.  He knew he could pry the metal bands off of Rich’s wrists easily, without even exerting any pressure.  Fuck, he felt amazing.  

 

He felt another wave of emotion crash into him.  This wasn’t about his power and strength.  This was about Cliff.  He knew at that moment, that he would do anything that Cliff asked of him.  It wasn’t submission; it was respect. He had never felt this type of devotion before.  He didn’t question it.  It was just the natural order of things.  There was something about Cliff.  He would fight to the death for this man that he had just met.  

 

“Jack, how do you feel? Do you think you can break the cuffs on Rich’s wrists?”

 

“Holy shit.  Yes.  I don’t think it will even require any effort.  Are you sure you don’t want me to just release you too?” Jack felt an overwhelming responsibility to Cliff now.  He was intensely worried that Cliff would be hurt somehow and maybe even killed. 

 

“Yes.  If they discover I am gone, they will get on the radio and do god-knows-what to Shane.  Maybe kill him.  That can’t happen.   Just find him soon.  Jack, do you understand?”

 

“I understand, Cliff.  I will do whatever you ask me to...”  Jack slowed and paused and then whispered, “..Master.”

 

“What is it with these guys and calling you master?  It’s fucking weird, man.”  Rich was making his opinion known.  Cliff couldn’t agree more, but he understood it on some level and felt comfortable with it now.  He had changed a lot in the past day. 

 

“Now go.  Jack, keep Rich safe. Rich, I am counting on you.  You are my best friend and you are devious and manipulative enough to pull this off if you have any luck.”

 

He could hear Jack shuffling over to the other side of the truck bed.  He heard a loud cry from the iron being pulled apart.  “Fuck, that is amazing.  I could rip this entire truck apart without breaking a sweat. Damn!  You can see my fingerprints in the metal!”

 

Rich’s hands were free and he pulled the bag from his head.  He looked at Jack. “Shit Jack, you must have put on 30 pounds in the past 20 minutes.  Hey Cliff, what are you doing to these guys?  Do you want me to take your mask off?”

 

“No.  Leave it on.  I don’t want them to be unduly threatened by me or think I know where I am.  Everything I am doing will hopefully buy you a few extra minutes to find Shane.”

 

“Ok man.  We will come back for you though. I don’t want to leave you!” Rich started to sound panicked.  

 

“Go Rich.  Jump out of the truck.  Go find Shane and get him to safety.  Jack you do the same.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

Rich looked over to Jack and nodded.  Jack curled his mouth into a smile and Rich saw dark clouds of black beginning to swirl in his eyes.  

 

“Jack, watch out for this guy.  He has a way of getting into trouble.”

 

Jack grabbed Rich by the nape of his neck, lifted him easily and dove out of the back of the truck.  He wrapped his thin, but amazingly strong body around Rich’s as they tumbled to the ground.  He would not allow anything to happen to Rich.  He knew Cliff wouldn’t like that very much, and he didn’t think he would like anything to happen to Rich either. He liked the way Rich’s muscular body felt and how his tight narrow waist accentuated his round athletic ass. “Stop thinking like that, Jack!” he yelled in his mind.  

 

Rich wondered why Jack hadn’t blown up like Shane when he came into contact with Cliff again, but regardless, he was beastly strong, and had definition in his wiry muscles.  “Damn.  If Shane was around, all blown up like a fucking muscle monster, he could take on an army and not even worry about it!”

 

Jack just though, “Who is this Shane guy?” He felt the slightest touch of jealousy.

 

They were lying in the dust in the middle of fields as far as the eye could see.  Jack still held Rich in a protective embrace as they had just stopped rolling after the jump.  “Jack.  There is something I want to say.  I know you have this connection to Cliff now.  I don’t understand it but I know it is there.  You need to understand though, that I would die rather than let anything happen to Cliff.  So as strong and powerful as your body has become in the past few minutes, there is no way that you can beat me in the motivation department.  I just want to be clear.  Don’t fuck this up.” Rich looked directly into Jack’s eyes that were now almost entirely black.  Rich thought that they looked…beautiful.  He forced the thought from his head. Rich had always forced those thoughts from his head.  If he thought that a guy was cute or handsome (cute in this case), he drove it far out of his mind.  

 

Jack held Rich at arms length.  They were sitting down in the dirt.  “I have no doubt about that, Rich.  You will need to prove that before this is over. And I can feel that you would back up your claim. Now, lets go get this Shane guy.  I have my orders from Cliff. That’s all that matters now.” Jack put his arm around Rich’s shoulders and it felt as if warm cast iron lifted him to his feet.  Jack just stared at Rich for a minute, not speaking.  Rich let him stare.  Somehow, it felt good and right.  

 

They started running down the dirt road they were on back toward the place where they had come from. They could see large semicircular mounds of metal rising out of the sky in the distance.  Those were the storage sheds that they had just been in.  Jack looked around as they were running. 

 

“That’s weird. I think I have been here before.  I recognize the mountains off in the distance.  Strange.” Something was resonating in Jack’s mind.  He had been here.  He knew it.  

 

They kept running.  The sheds were getting closer.  Those things were huge.  

 

It was so quiet. It didn’t look like anyone was around, but they both knew differently.  Somewhere in this long row of enormous semicircular cellars was their prize.  The wind picked up a bit and the dust started to blow.  It was so hot. 

 

“Hey, lets just go systematically one to another and check things out.  This place gives me the creeps.” Rich never appreciated surprises and he wasn’t happy sleuthing about what seemed to be some crazy-assed hidden research facility.  He was not excited.  Jack on the other hand seemed positively giddy.  He could feel the strength of 100 men in one of his arms.  It was addicting, like he imagined cocaine would be like – a pure rush.  

 

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The truck finally came to a stop.  Cliff was so nervous, but he was more angry…much more angry.  It was strange.  In the quiet, alone by himself in the back of that truck, he could sense Shane and now Jack off toward the west. He could tell them apart.  Jack was excited, almost thrilled. Shane was in immense pain and yet seemed very dull…he felt that Shane was slipping into sleep or something…he was “foggy.”  It was a very small sense, but yes, they were both alive and they were both close to each other.  His heart started racing.  Rich and Jack would find Shane soon. He knew it.  But now, he had to deal with god-knows-what when these guys found out he was alone in the transport truck.  

 

He heard one of the doors to the cab open and a heavy pair of boots hit the ground.  He heard the stomp, stomp, stomp of the boots getting closer and then turn the corner.  The asshole’s eyes bugged out of his head when he saw that the back gate of the transport truck had been torn off of the frame.  How did that happen without him knowing!?  His eyes glazed over and he turned blood red.  Veins popped out on his neck and face.  He was so angry; he looked like he was going to explode.  

 

“What did you do?  WHAT DID YOU DO???” He roared, spitting venom out of his mouth.  His fists clenched and he was radiating pure anger and outrage.  “You are going to get it now you little piece of shit.  I…AM…GOING TO END YOU!” The angry man stomped around back to the cab.  He heard some yelling and Cliff assumed he was yelling at the driver.  The truck started moving again slowly.  He thought he heard it pass through a gate and pause.  He heard mumbling and then the truck continued on, slowly.  It came to a stop after a few minutes of driving. Cliff knew he was in deep shit.  He started to fear for his life…he knew it might end at any moment.  

 

Then he was overcome with another thought.  Shane.  He had failed his lover.  He had failed the person that walked into his life only a day before, and that he could not live without.  His heart was breaking and his soul was shattered.  All he could do was picture Shane in his mind, in all of his iterations.  Shane when he arrived in the apartment, thin and scared.  Shane when he caught his new roommate jacking off in the bed next to him.  Shane’s massive road network of veins snaking under his shrink wrapped skin.  Shane’s boiling muscles ripping out of every mold that he had ever considered to be normal for human anatomy.  Shane completely obliterating the towering cedar tree with only the slightest of efforts.  The look in Shane’s black ebony eyes after receiving a lightning bolt strike that fed something inside of him, like mother’s milk.  All of these images flashed through his mind in a second.   

 

He threw back his head and howled, “SHANE, I LOVE YOU!!!!...  I AM SORRY!” His voice sounded like a gigantic wounded animal.

 

He heard someone climbing into the back of the truck, grabbing him by the arm of his shirt and tossing him out onto the ground.  His shoulder hit first and he could feel something snap inside.  A shot of intense sharp pain shot around his shoulder and into his neck.  

 

Then the steel-toed boots started wailing against his back, somehow finding a kidney on their first shot.  Massive fists connected with his face and he could feel warm blood leaving his body.  His mouth was warm with that metallic taste.  “Shane, I am sorry,” he whimpered to himself again.  He had failed his beautiful boyfriend.  He could feel the boots kicking him indiscriminately.  He knew that they would not stop his beating. Kicking. Punching. He knew that he was being reduced to a piece of hamburger.  

 

So, he let go of the pain and he let go of the worry.  He just pictured Shane’s innocent face and found contentment in knowing that he was still alive only a few miles to the west.  That is all that mattered. The others would find Shane and those three would be ok.  He could let go. 

 

He felt himself losing consciousness.  It didn’t hurt anymore as the fists and boots kept kicking him. He curled his lips in a slight smile and felt a tear form in the corner of his eye at the thought of never seeing Shane again. Shane looked so beautiful in his mind. He felt his other half’s love flowing through him. He began floating into Shane’s crystal black eyes.  He was drowning in their love and devotion.  And then he felt…PEACE.

 

 

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“How did you fucking do that, you freak?” Shane could almost hear the hate and fear in the man’s voice. A large muscular man was pacing next to a stainless steel table in a large sterile looking room. It looked like one of those tables that autopsies are performed on.  There was blinding white light, white walls, white cupboards with glass panes so the lab equipment stored in them could be easily seen.  There were medical instruments on movable carts.  The room was cold and crisp, like an Arctic evening.  It was silent and still except for the pacing man.  

 

“I am getting tired of asking you.  HOW DID YOU DO THAT? The lightening!  What the fuck was that!!!?  The man bellowed in the large sterile room.  His voice echoed on the hard walls.

 

Shane laid motionless facedown on the table.  An IV was placed in his right forearm and he was hooked up to a monitor.  He could see it was a heart monitor on the screen.  Everything was blurry and felt fuzzy.  He could tell that he was drooling out of the corner of his mouth but when he tried to move, he couldn’t. His muscles felt like wet noodles and he felt resistance.  He was in four-point restraints. He mumbled something and the man heard him trying to say something.  

 

“What was that you said, you little fuck?  The man put his ear next to Shane’s small body and watched his lips.  “WHAT did you SAY?”

 

The man tried hard to listen.  Shane was using every ounce of energy to say one word.  He lifted his head slightly. His eyes were watering and he could feel that drool pooling next to his mouth.  “Cliff.”  He got the word out and his head fell back down, the table smashing against his cheek. 

 

“Oh, ya, your fag boyfriend.  Well, don’t worry about him.  It’s all about you now.  You’d better start talking or things are going to look bad for you and your buddies.  

 

The man walked over to a drawer and took out a long needle.  He pulled out a vial and flipped open the lid.  He drew a liquid into the syringe and flicked the body of the syringe to dislodge the air bubble that clung to the inside.  He walked over to Shane’s limp small body, grabbed ahold of the back of his arm and shoved the needle in.  

 

In a few minutes, Shane could feel his mind clearing a bit.  “What did you give me?” he drawled slowly.

“Narcan.  It reverses opiate anesthesia.  You’ll be feeling more chatty any moment.”

 

Shane stared at the man with his black eyes.  “What am I?” 

 

The man stopped pacing and looked at Shane lying prone on the table, helpless, and hopeless.

 

“We honestly don’t know.  Have you heard of the tests that the government carried out in the western United States in the early and mid 20^th century?” Shane didn’t move. “No? Well, one of those tests was carried out here in Eastern Washington.  The government, in their infinite wisdom, sent out shipments of corn flake cereal that had been dosed with high levels of radiation.  How benevolent of them.”

 

Shane was able to feel himself more now. He didn’t feel that he was in a dream state anymore.  This was real.

 

“So, some kids exhibited some pretty strange mutations in their development.  Babies were being born with deformities, or other things.  Some didn’t show any signs of change.  Radiation fucks with your genetic material, right?  You know that, right you stupid piece of shit?” The man was inches from Shane’s face and his puddle of drool.

 

“You know who really got the treatment?  Ya, you guessed it:  The kids in orphanages or foster care.  No one was keeping tabs on those little trilobites.  They got DOSED!”  The man smirked. Every word he said sounded like hate.  

“We were tracking the mutations as they were reported and most of the crazy shit was taking place in a few towns right in the middle of the state.  Moses Lake, Othello, and Ritzville.  All of them hick towns. But there they were…cases were popping up over and over.  Most of them horrid birth defects, but then there were a handful of very strange occurrences. A few of you seemed to have another mutation…a defect…an abomination.”  The poisonous tone of his words dripped out of his mouth.  

 

“You could manipulate your bodies somehow.  It was so fucked up to see.  We decided to watch you through puberty and beyond to see what developed from your freakiness.  We made sure that you and the other kid that developed these particular mutations stayed in foster care and in particularly shitty placements.  We didn’t want the families knowing we were watching or even giving you more of those tasty fucked up cornflakes.  We were sure you spent your time with people who didn’t give a shit about you.  Hell, it made our lives so much easier.  Some shit head at the office lost track of the other kid in a foster home transfer and what do you know…he actually got a good fucking family.  But the damage was done.  He was a little freak anyway.  

 

And then there was you.  We fed you so much of that poisonous shit, you may as well have started deep -throating a spent plutonium fuel rod.  We couldn’t believe you survived the radiation we were giving you.  But somehow you took it.  It was like you liked all that decaying energy.  You are such a fucking freak.” The man hated Shane.  

 

“And then one day, we noticed that you and that other kid exhibited some strange growth patterns.  We had biosensors monitoring you.  Of course they were rudimentary ten years ago, but we saw some crazy shit.  You guys could expand  your musculature and cardiovascular system easily, fluidly.  We didn’t know how and we still don’t. But only in the last day did your readings get off the charts.”  

 

The man bent down and put his face an inch away from Shane’s.  “And then we found someone else.  Your lover boy.  Your fag roommate.  What are the fucking chances that you two would be put together at the university?” the man offered a mock laugh.  He wasn’t laughing. He was disgusted.  

 

“Your buddy Cliff comes from that area.  He’s a good strong corn-fed farmboy, isn’t he?!  Ya, a real gem.” The man sounded sarcastic and almost snake-like. “We don’t know what his story is, but you seemed to respond to him like nothing we have seen before.  It was like you walked into his room and you drank a 55 gallon barrel of Miracle-Grow. “

 

“Cliff...” Shane whispered.  He was so overwrought with emotion.  “Where was Cliff?  Was he ok?” Shane thought to himself. A panic started to set into Shane’s being as he became more aware.  

 

“Ya, so your buddy Cliff is toast.  We are going to take a shit-load of blood and tissue samples from him soon.  I don’t think we’ll leave any blood in him.  I told them to drain the fucker.” The man smirked.  

 

Shane started trying to wriggle around.  He thought of expanding.  He willed the beastly monstrous muscles right under his skin to follow his will.  Cliff was in eminent danger and he had to get to him.  Nothing. 

 

“Oh, and don’t try to hulk out on us.  We have your muscles on a heavy-duty relaxant.  Its usually used on horses and elephants, but we are using it on you.  So go fuck yourself.”  

 

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Jack and Rich were sneaking around outside of the compound.  Jack had wanted to just go start punching his battle-ram fists through the walls of the sheds.  Rich, as impulsive as he was, knew that would be disastrous.  He wanted to take a few more minutes and observe.  They had no idea what they would be walking into.  

 

He felt a firm touch on the small of his back.  It scared him to death, practically.  

 

Jack was breathing heavy.  “I can’t believe that I just touched this handsome jock god,” he thought to himself.  He could feel the bulging cords of muscle running up the side of Rich’s spine.  He could feel the small dimples on Rich’s lower back right above the space where his hard billowing glutes shoved off of his frame into a world-class ass.  Jack felt himself getting aroused.  This was neither the time nor the place.  Lives were on the line…but he had never seen anyone more devastatingly handsome.  Rich was amazing and he wanted to touch him.

 

Rich on the other hand didn’t pull away, or even feel strange about it.  It almost felt “natural” for a man’s hand to be there.  And Jack’s hand was stronger than dozens of gym rats. The power oozing out of Jack and onto Rich was palpable and it felt good.  Rich felt his bulging cock begin to wake up from its fear-induced slumber.  “God, Rich, not now.  Fuck!” he yelled inside of his head.  

 

Rich turned around slowly and looked Jack in those big black eyes of his and smiled.  “We will continue this later,” he said matter-of-factly.  He shot Jack a smile with his Colgate teeth and winked. “Now let’s get this done.  I know you have your own reasons for “obeying” Cliff, but he’s my best friend and I will do this for him.  I love the poor bastard. “

 

Jack nodded his head and turned to walk away to resume the search.  Rich moved his pendulous arm over slightly and gave Jack a small pat on the ass.  “That’s mine after this.”  He couldn’t believe that he said that aloud.  He wasn’t even gay…at least he hadn’t thought so.

 

Just then a plume of dust was rising above one of the sheds.  A black sedan was pulling up.  A man got out.  “Oh, shit.” Rich said under his breath.  It was the jerk from a little while ago…the one in the transport truck that they had jumped out of. The man looked positively apoplectic and enraged at the same time.  “God, I hope Cliff is ok,” Rich said quietly to himself.  Jack was wishing the same thing.  He knew that Cliff was Good.  He would follow him into the deepest battle without question. 

 

“Well, I guess that’s where they’re at.  Let’s go.” Rich looked over at Jack and nodded toward the car.  

 

The moved quickly and silently toward the vehicle scanning the open spaces between them and the door they needed to get into.  Nothing.  No one was around.  Maybe this wasn’t a huge government or private corporation project.  They made it to the door. Rich put his ear to it and heard some muffled yelling.  Jack motioned his head sideways as if to tell Rich to move to the side. 

 

He pressed his finger tips to the steel door and his hand started moving through it like a knife through warm butter.  He reached through the door and opened the handle then pulled his hand quickly out.  There was a fist-sized hole there now. 

 

“Damn, you guys can do some weird shit.” Rich was getting another erection.

 

The walked in quietly and hid in the shadows.  They could see light coming from around the corner and more yelling.

 

“Have you learned anything?  Goddamnit!  Has he said anything.” Jack peaked around the corner and saw the man from the truck with his hand around a skinny guy’s neck.  Skinny guy was laying facedown on a metal table.  There was another man standing a few feet away.  He was a big guy.  6’4” or so and built.  The smaller man was looking at the tall on with a crazed look in his eye.  “WHAT HAS HE SAID?”

 

“Nothing.  He just keeps saying the word ‘Cliff’ over and over again.  He started crying a minute ago.  I don’t know what’s wrong with him.  Maybe the radiation finally fried his pathetic brain.”

 

“Take care of it.  We need to know something! The group is almost here.  We didn’t know all of this was going to happen so quickly and they have been flying in from all over.  Their caravan left Seattle a couple of hours ago.  We have to give them something, you idiot, or we are dead.”

 

The short man walked away angrily toward another door at the back of the cellar.  It was just the tall one and Shane now.  Rich didn’t say anything before he walked swiftly to where the man was standing over Shane and cracked him in the back of the neck with his fist. The man’s head crashed down onto the steel table.  He just slid off, passed out crumpled on the ground.  

 

Rich looked into Shane’s eyes.  He looked so cold and small.  He couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, he saw this little weak-looking guy explode with the power of an exploding sun.  All those muscles.  All those veins.  The power was dripping off of him when he had been in Rich’s apartment.  He was a god.  But god was trapped in a feeble body now.  

 

“Shane, what did they do to you?” Rich started unstrapping Shane’s restraints.  Jack looked down at Shane and his heart lept.  He felt something like he had found a secret.  He knew that this was his brother.  

 

“Brother?” he questioned himself.  He couldn’t describe it.  He just knew. 

 

A feeling of rage welled up inside of Jack. His brother, one he didn’t even know existed, was lying naked and cold on a table.  He extended his index finger and in one quick motion cut right through the last restraint.  They had to get out of there.  He would plan the family reunion for another time.

 

“Rich, take this IV out of me.  It’s keeping me small.  I am weak. I don’t think I can walk.”

 

Rich quickly ripped the IV out of Shane’s arm.  He was no nurse, and they had to leave…now!  The IV site started to bleed but no one cared.  Jack looked sideways at Shane. “Look at those eyes.  They are as dark as night.”

 

Just then, Rich bent over and picked up Shane from the table.  He started walking toward the door with Shane cradled like a giant baby.  Jack was still reeling from the realization that he had a brother and his name was Shane.  He felt the truth of it ringing through his body.  

 

Jack walked over and took hold of Shane’s wrists and wrapped them around Rich’s neck so he looked more comfortable.  “Thank you.” 

 

It was Rich who had a tear forming in his eye now.  “What is happening to me?  I’m bisexual--maybe even gay--for this Jack guy…and now I’m gonna start getting all girly about Shane? Fuck my life,” he said to himself. But he liked Shane really.  There was something so innocent and lovely about him.  Maybe it was his resilience, or maybe it was this sense that he had been shit on his whole life and he had finally found someone to treat him like a king: Cliff.  He was starting to feel the same way about Shane—he suddenly saw the limp young man in his arms as good and vulnerable.  He wanted to keep him safe too. A feeling of shame shot through him as he thought about his brazen hurtful attitude when they met in Cliff’s apartment. He was going to make it up to Shane.  Shane just looked into his eyes and whispered, “It’s OK, Rich.  I forgive you.”  He offered Rich a true smile. Maybe they could be friends after all.  

 

Jack was following just a couple of steps behind.  They got to the door and walked outside just in time to see a long caravan of military grade hummers moving toward the cellars.  There had to be 50 of them stretched out down the road as far as any of them could see.  

 

“Give him to me, Rich.  I am a lot stronger and we can move faster if I have him.”

 

Rich handed his new friend off to the man who he would soon be drilling in the ass; that is, if they survived the day.  “Fuck, I want his ass,” Rich thought to himself while looking at Jack’s tight butt. 

 

Just then Shane looked up into Jack’s eyes.  “I can feel you.  Who are you? You have my black eyes.” He smiled weakly.

 

“Hi Shane. I’m Jack. We can talk more about this later, but I am certain that I am your brother and you are mine.” He held Shane closer.  There was no more precious cargo in the world.  “If anyone gets within 20 feet of Shane, so help me, I will destroy them,” he thought to himself.  Jack was surprised by his ferocity.  He had always been quite docile.

 

“Where is Cliff?”  Shane’s eyes got big and worried.  Jack could feel Shane’s frantic awareness.  “Rich, where is Cliff?”  

 

“We were being taken together someplace just east of here.  He had a plan to get you out that involved him staying behind as a prisoner. “

 

“And you LISTENED to him?  Why didn’t you stay with him?  One of you at least?”

 

Jack looked panicked.  “Because, dear brother, he commanded it.  I couldn’t argue.  And Rich wasn’t going to either.  He was determined.”

 

“Ok, well let’s please head east.  I need him. I need to see that he is safe.” That was about all Shane could say.  He was so debilitated and weak.  His muscles just lay there paralyzed under his skin.

 

They turned around just in time to see the first of the long line of transporters arriving, a huge cloud of dust kicked up all along the dirt road.  And then they saw the short boss man run out of the building flailing his arms and yelling obscenities.  They were only 20 yards away, but were shielded by some abandoned implements and giant rusted metal farm tools.  

 

They started running along the dirt road that headed east.  They couldn’t see any building on the horizon but they knew that wherever Cliff had been taken, it couldn’t be that far.  

 

They heard yelling behind them but kept running.  They had to find Cliff.  Shane needed him.  Cliff would know what else to do too.  His mind was sharp and he could figure out the most complex situations.  They all needed Cliff to get out of this alive together.  It sounded like the whole fucking National Guard was coming down that road in the distance.  Shit, it even sounded like there was a helicopter back there somewhere.  Who were these people if not the government?

 

They had been running at full speed down the road for twenty minutes.  Shane was still near fully paralyzed, and Rich was starting to lose speed.  He could run much longer than 20 minutes, of course, but he was dehydrated and it was hot.  He was slowing down and just couldn’t seem to push it any further.  Jack noticed.  He could sense Rich, almost like he could sense his brother, Shane.  There was something about Rich.  

 

“Rich, are you ok.” Jack yelled back. 

 

“Can we slow down for a minute?  I just need to recoup a little bit.”

 

“I know you are going to hate me for this…” Jack came to a stop and waited for Rich to catch up.  “Jump on my back, like piggy-back style.” Rich surprised himself and actually did. 

 

Jack looked down at Shane’s gentle questioning face and into his midnight eyes and simply said, “Cliff made me strong too.”  That was enough for Shane.  He understood.  Jack would never get tired running toward Cliff, and he could probably carry an aircraft carrier if Cliff asked him to do so. 

 

“Ok, here we go.” And off Jack ran.  He was actually moving faster than before since he didn’t have to pace himself for Rich’s sake. Up ahead Rich pointed out something shining.  I looked like a small building of some sort.  Maybe it was a reflection off of glass?  “Hey, Shane, I think I see a building up there, man.  Cliff has to be there.”

 

Shane just started to smile.  He still couldn’t move, but he could at least feel his skin.  The drugs must be starting to wear off.  At this speed though, he wouldn’t be walking until tomorrow.  It didn’t matter. He would be with Cliff. That feeling came back again… He couldn’t live without Cliff.  He needed him like the air he was breathing.  And he was close.  They would figure out a way to rescue him, even if he couldn’t super-size himself.  Jack was obviously very strong too.  He realized that Jack had only a fraction of his own strength, but he would take whatever help he could get to break Cliff out of that building.  He was starting to feel safe and secure again.  Cliff provided that stability.  He imagined Cliff’s face, ruggedly handsome, and his beautiful masculine body heavy with solid real muscle and that little layer of softness that made him the perfect cuddle companion. 

 

He was going to cuddle Cliff hard tonight.  

 

They were getting close to the building.  They could see a large metal fence and a small guardhouse about a mile in the distance.  The sagebrush was growing denser and the rocks were becoming more frequent.  They were on the edge of arable land. 

Rich turned around, back towards where they had come from and saw a giant plume of dust rising between them and the cellars.  “Shit.  They’re coming. And there’s that goddamned helicopter. Fuck!” He turned back around and was about to tell Jack to speed it up. 

 

“What’s that up there on the road?” Rich pointed to something about 200 years away.  It looked like a garbage bag from where they were.  But they got closer and saw that it was a pile of clothes. 

 

As Jack was about to run by the mound of dirty mud caked clothes, Shane let out a yelp.  His eyes were closed and they shot open.  His eyes became like large black dinner plates.  It looked as if he had been shocked.  “STOP!!!” He bellowed from a depth that the devil himself wouldn’t be able to achieve.  Jack immediately stopped.  He felt a feeling that he had never sensed before…He didn’t know what it was but it was scaring him and it was coming from the man in his arms. 

 

Shane just looked up at Jack’s eyes, then at Rich’s.  He could tell that Rich was confused as was his brother.  “What is that?” His voice was like a volcanic eruption seconds from exploding.  He motioned his head toward the pile of rubbish on the side of the road.  He started to breath faster and more desperately.  “WHAT IS THAT?” The question sounded like a low growling cry.  

 

Rich jumped off of Jack’s back and walked over and bent down.  Every drop of blood drained from his face and he gasped.  A low guttural moan came from his mouth and he started rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.  He wrapped his arms around his knees and stayed in the crouched position. 

 

Shane could sense that Rich had been shell-shocked.  He could see Rich was beginning to tremble, his body shaking as if he had been locked outside without a coat on a cold winter’s night.  

 

Jack instinctually walked over to the Rich with his brother still resting in his arms. 

 

“Rich, tell me what it is.”  Shane’s voice sounded like dark molasses: deep, bitter, and thick.  

 

Rich couldn’t even form words… he just rocked back and forth.  It was only a couple of seconds, but seemed like forever.  He reached down to the muddied mound and pulled off the black hood covering Cliff’s face.  It didn’t look human.  

 

The thing was broken. Black, blue, and rusty red. His face was so swollen; Rich couldn’t even see where his nose was. It looked like a face from the scariest Halloween costume store.  Shane stared down at Cliff’s battered face.  Dried blood was smeared all over it but underneath, there was no flesh color.  It was all angry purple.  Shane was silent but Jack could feel him starting to shake. 

 

“Rich.” Shane was using every fiber of his will to control the next words to come out of his mouth. “Is he alive?” It was a clear, emotionless question.  No feeling.  

 

Rich carefully started unwrapping Cliff’s body so he could feel for his heart beat There was no way he would be able to get a pulse from the swollen neck of his best friend.  He offered a silent prayer, even though he did not consider himself to be a religious person.

 

“If he is dead, this world will end tonight.”  Rich heard the statement and doubled his praying.  He half-believed Shane’s threat.

 

Shane was beginning to tremble now.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend, lover, partner, and master.  Every cell of his body belonged to that man.  He had a million images flash through his head of Cliff.  They had known each other for no time at all, really.  

 

He saw Cliff’s smile the first time he saw his face.  That smile! 

 

He saw Cliff reaching into the fridge, bent over, ass out and he remembered how that made him feel.

  

He saw Cliff’s body, naked in the shower, clutching Shane’s shoulders and kissing his nipples.

 

He saw Cliff giddy with excitement to see what feats of strength Shane could do in the gym.

 

He saw Cliff’s concerned eyes when he told Cliff the story of his background in foster care.

 

He saw Cliff’s love and acceptance of him in the bedroom after he had changed for the first time.

 

He could feel Cliff reaching out to touch Shane’s monstrous shoulder that first time…Shane was naked, and grotesquely muscular, and Cliff loved it.  He wanted Shane to explode with muscle and power, yet he would wait for Shane to feel comfortable with that before asking.  Shane knew that.  

Cliff was unselfish.

 

He was too good for this world, and look at what they had done to him.

 

“Shane.” Rich’s voice was trembling.  “Shane, he has a heartbeat. Not much of one… but it’s there.”

 

Shane had just noticed that to get under the layers of cloth around Cliff’s body, he had to unwrap him a little.  Shane could see from his vantage point that his arms had been broken in many places.  His forearm and shoulders were sticking out at unnatural angles.  His spine looked bent backwards slightly and his legs were also arranged in an awkward way that could only be achieved if the joints had been broken and bone’s cracked. There were angry puncture marks and strips of flesh cut from him.

 

Shane remembered the man in the sterile room saying that they were going to drain him and take tissue samples. He felt fear grip his soul.

 

It was enough for Shane to know that he was still alive.  He could feel something welling up inside of him, but they had to have priorities here.  They had to get Cliff help and NOW.  He fought to suppress his emotions, the ones that were beginning to rage in his belly. 

 

“Jack, lower me down to my lover.  I will lay with him for a moment.  I need him.” He said it in the kindest and gentlest manner but it was not a suggestion. He demanded it with authority. His eyes were welling up with tears. His lips were shaking.  His breaths were unsteady.  He was barely able to maintain his composure. His entire world was beginning to shatter.

 

He loved this man, bent, broken and laying in the ground.  He didn’t know why, but he knew that he needed to feel his skin-they seemed to be able to communicate on a deep level just by touching. 

 

He needed that connection because he didn’t know what to do. Most of all, he needed Cliff to know that he was there.  He knew Cliff would know that the love of his life was next to him, no matter the outcome.  He didn’t want Cliff to die not knowing that. Maybe it would give him small comfort.

 

Jack gently lay Shane down next to Cliff, facing him.  “Rich, please take my hand and place it on Shane’s cheek.” He still couldn’t feel any control returning to his muscles yet.  He was relying on his two new friends to do for him what he could not do for himself.

 

Rich gently took Shane’s hand and placed it softly on Cliff’s cheek…so softly.  It was as if Shane were trying to touch morning mist.  Gentle, loving, almost transcendent. Shane heard a gurgling sound coming from Cliff’s throat. Cliff knew Shane was there.  That’s all that Shane needed Cliff to know.  

 

“Shane.  I am so sorry.” Rich’s voice cracked. Deep sobs were on the edge of welling up through his throat.  Rich still had ahold of Shane’s hand, holding it steady on Cliff’s cheek. Rich and Shane understood each other perfectly and with clarity in that moment.  Rich loved Cliff, he always had, but he knew that Cliff would never have him.  He had been jealous of Shane, but not anymore.  Not after this.  Rich knew that Shane was Cliff’s man, forever.  And he was ok with it.  

 

“Thank you, Rich.” Shane looked into Rich’s eyes with the deepest love and compassion he could muster. 

 

“Shane, what is wrong with your arm?” Jack had blended into the background in the past 30 seconds. He was watching the procession of trucks moving their way.  He also was devastated by Cliff’s state, but saw that Rich, Cliff, and Shane needed to have a moment that would bind them together.  

 

“Seriously, Shane.  What going on with your arm, man?”

 

They all looked at the arm that Shane had extended to Cliff’s cheek.  It was pulsing wildly underneath the skin. Those veins that normally had stretched out to reach for Cliff’s touch were tugging outward toward him.  Not gently, but violently.  They were squirming and angry. It looked like they were going to erupt.

 

Shane looked shocked too.  Feeling was quickly returning to his limbs.  It’s as if whatever was happening was purifying his system. Somehow, he knew that Cliff had commanded Shane’s body to clear the drugs from his system. When Cliff was around, Cliff was in control.  That is the way it was.  Cliff was his master. Cliff always knew what to do.

 

Shane tried to stand up, but fell back to the ground. Feeling was returning quickly, but not quite 100%. Rich caught him under the armpit and steadied him, raising him up to stand.  

 

He looked back down at the man who he loved.  Cliff had become his protector against the outside world and he still was protecting him, somehow.  Looking down on his broken destroyed body, Shane had the realization that it was his turn.  He swore that he would never let anything happen to Cliff, but he had not been able to fulfill that promise, and he knew Cliff did not blame him for that.  He, himself, didn’t blame this on his inability to protect Cliff. That thing that had been building up inside of him over the course of the past few minutes was beginning to bubble to the surface.  

 

Shane was getting angry.

 

He looked at Rich, who was still partially supporting him, with a knowing look and a smile that faded and became cold.  Rich felt in that moment that he saw the face of Destruction.  

 

“Rich. Jack.  Stay close to me.”  It was a command.  Once again, he was not making a suggestion.

 

Shane stood fully tall, straight backed and placed his legs over his beautiful kind boyfriend lying in the dirt. That small patch of dry earth was now sacred ground to the three of them. Whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes, Cliff would neither be touched nor disturbed.  

 

Something happened then that Shane didn’t expect.  He heard that gurgling sound coming from his Master and looked down again..  Rage was building inside of him.  The world was going dark and he was beginning to lose control of himself.  When he heard the noise from Cliff, he snapped back to reality and leaned down.  Cliff moved his arm ever so slightly and tried to extend his finger.  Shane saw this and gently, carefully reached out touched Cliff’s finger much like the painting of God and Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. 

 

The world ended in that moment for Shane.  Tsunamis of power raged through him.  Shockwaves of pure distilled energy shot through his body.  He gazed at the sky and dry lightening began shooting toward Shane forming that ball of plasma that he had seen the previous night.  This was different though.  This was clearly Cliff commanding Shane to access energy and power this way.  He didn’t need to speak.  He knew his Love so intimately that he commanded Shane without speaking. The anger and rage disappeared as Cliff’s touch pushed back those dark emotions and replaced them with blinding adoration and passion. 

 

Shane started to convulse.  Waves of strength pounded into his body.  The energy in the sky pooled and swirled and kept building and building.  Shane looked at Cliff’s body with such devotion and compassion; those emotions began to feed the indignation that continued to build inside of Shane’s body.

 

Then it started.  Rich noticed it first. He was looking at Shane’s face.  He was so close – only a couple of feet.  He saw the black eyes he had come to know and expect were beginning to clear.  He stared and watched intently.  A look of complete control passed across Shane’s face.  He was managing this flood of power with the help of his master.  Shane’s eyes turned the clearest of blues--the color of the ocean at Cozumel.  They looked as though they were made of electricity – positively glowing in mid daylight.  

 

Shane let out a bellow.  Thick veins popped up all over his body.  He had not grown or expanded past his small state, but veins the size of garden hoses were running down his arm, webbing across his legs, following fault lines on his chest and even his back.  They were pulsing, rhythmically staking out their territory.  He could feel with every pulse, thousands of times more power that he had felt the night before flooding into his muscles.  His body was priming itself. 

 

He looked down again at Cliff.  He saw his face battered and his body broken.  He was acutely aware of how Cliff was feeling.  He was in pain.  Extreme pain.  The pain that shouldn’t be felt by any human, or animal.  The pain that causes your body to pass out and collapse.  Pain that the brain cannot handle.  That is what Cliff felt.  

 

The people who did this to him would pay.

 

He felt one more pulse of the veins and then his body went silent.  He smiled and looked up at the swirly plasma in the sky above.  He started to laugh and grabbed Jack’s hand and Rich’s shoulder.  He gave them the look of a mad man and then the lightening descended.  

 

The stream of energy plowed into Shane’s body.  A constant river of the most pure power in the world was pushing itself into Shane’s fragile small frame.  It kept pouring in second after second, power beyond measure.  The lightening feeder bolt stopped for a moment.  

 

Then Shane’s body exploded.  So much strength had built up in Shane’s muscles with the help of those thick as fuck veins.  So much energy. He was primed beyond comprehension.  

 

Massive nautical ropes of steel raced down his forearms. Expanding. Bulging, Expanding in waves.  His fucking forearms looked to be the size of Smart cars made of muscle.  He closed his eyes and shook his body.  Hundreds of pounds of muscle just appeared from every insertion and attachment point when he shook.  It was almost as if a dog had been washed and instead of water being shaken off, it was thick, hard, massive muscle just appearing.  He shook himself several times.  Like a peacock unfurling his iridescent tail, Shane just blew up in every single direction.  Where a moment ago there had been a thin man, now stood a beast wider than he was tall with colossal dimensions of every muscle.  

 

Shane looked quickly down on Cliff’s body.  He could feel so much love flowing through Cliff to him, it stopped him for a moment and he caught his breath.  

 

He smiled and made a deep moan. And then his chest blew up again.  He knew Cliff liked big-as-fuck chests and he wanted to give Cliff what he desired.  The attachment points along the sternum heaved and a chasm appeared between the pec shelves . The canyon that developed between his monumental pectorals were two feet deep and the actual pectoral shelf expanded wildly from there forming a hulking mass jutting away from Shane’s body.  Delineations between fibers were visible.  

Rich reached up to touch Shane’s expanding chest.  It looked like it had been cut with a million strokes of a razor blade.  The skin was so thin that the tiniest of capillaries were visibly pulsing on top of their hard companions.  Micro ridges of muscle fibers eked out their real estate and fought for exposure to the surface.  Jake and Rich couldn’t help themselves.  They both placed their hands on opposite pecs and attempted to grab a hard handful of Shane muscle.  Instead, they were met with a substance that was impenetrable to anything made by man.  Two car hoods next to each other may begin to give an idea of the size of Shanes’ muscle tits.  

 

Shane threw his head back and groaned.  

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.  More!  MORE CLIFF!!!!! I WILL AVENGE YOU!  MOOOOOOORE!”

 

A soft voice entered Shane’s mind telling him, “I do not need to be avenged yet, but you must get yourself, Rich, and Jake out of here.  Do you understand?” Shane just nodded. The lust and affection that Cliff was sending out to Shane was unstoppable.  Shane was picking up on it and turning it into growth.  He was becoming the muscle god that Cliff wanted him to be. “Grow for me, Shane.  Grow for me! Protect our friends.  GROW,” the voice in his mind coming from his love was rich and thick with longing and pain.  He felt like Cliff was entering the deepest recesses of his soul and fucking him somehow.  Fucking every part of him.  Every cell was being rammed by Cliff’s mind.  

 

Another pause and then Shane’s lats spread out like the cobra’s hood of the night before, but twice as wide and three times as thick.  Rich looked at Shane’s back and it looked more like a two massive bulls wresting than it did anything resembling a human.  Bulges erupted revealing their fruits of power and the lat wings extended feet away from his mammoth shoulders.  

 

Jack took a few steps away and looked at his brother in awe.  He felt terrified of the power coursing through this beast and at the same time he felt perfectly protected. Shane was exploding because of his love for Cliff not because of a hate and fear. He felt it coming from both of them. 

 

They were making wild passionate earth-shattering love inside of their two minds.  He was not a part of it, but he could tell what was happening.  They were connecting and fucking each other senseless. Cliff’s swollen eyes were fluttering and low groans were coming from his mouth. Shane was looking down at him and growling like a wild savannah beast being fucked by its mate.  It was beautiful.  The terrifying power passing between the two of them ripped into Jack and Rich’s soul as well.  They were not part of it, but could not help but feel those crashing waves of pure euphoria. 

 

Shane was becoming everything that would turn Cliff on.  They were completely focused on each other in that sacred space where Cliff’s body lay broken.  

 

Shane’s calves erupted and demolished the concept of mountainous.  They were veritable planetoids. Extending up from the meaty huge feet that had developed, and leading from the ankles, thick sinew and tendon billowed out from his Achilles heel.  Shane’s calves appeared to be pregnant muscle melons; striated, veiny, and sharp edged.  The classic diamond shape of bodybuilder calves were insignificant to what they were now beholding. 

 

Deep ravines began running around, down, and through the structures that became Shane’s legs.  Small animals could get lost in the ravines and hillocks of Shane’s massive quads.  So many striations were visible; it appeared that every muscle had been modeled after a feather, with their innumerable micro ridges but infinitely harder and more frightening in their strength. Python veins raced across the surface, erupting in one area, plunging into the musculature resurfacing after giving their precious elixir to the hard meat below. 

 

Shane stopped to breath for a moment.  His hulking body had grown to about 7 feet.  Before them was a god.   His eyes were still electric blue – literally.  His big meaty paws had fingers the size of a thick sausage.  He looked like he weighed a thousand pounds with no exaggeration in that number. 

 

Rich and Jack had needed to move away as Shane’s vast frame expanded. They stared at his body completely slack-jawed.  

 

Shane was in a state of complete bliss.  His head was thrown back. He was being mind-fucked by the love of his life.  He almost couldn’t contain the desire he had to develop even more muscle for Cliff to enjoy, but Cliff held Shane’s desire to grow in check. 

 

He was setting Shane’s boundaries, and Shane loved the control Cliff had over him. In Cliff’s overwhelming stability and authority, Shane felt free. His dominion over Shane was absolute and complete.  

 

Shane’s body and soul were being pounded by Cliff’s enormous raging mind-cock. His entire body felt like it was a thousand pounds of fuck stick waiting for its next touch. He always thought it was silly when people used the word “ecstasy.” Now he understood, but no one else would ever feel what he was feeling now. Cliff’s energy was pulsing through his body.  His love was causing every engorged cell in Shane’s body to feel like a teenage boy’s first masturbation, the moment he discovers his manhood. Cliff was masterfully stroking Shane’s being on a level that transcended the physical.  Cliff was Shane’s god and he was awaiting his commandments.  

 

Suddenly, the bliss stopped and Shane was whipped back into the physical world.  He turned his head that sat atop his neck bulging with long bags of muscle and veins. He looked at Rich who was standing there with a large spot of precum soaking through his pants.  Shane spoke and it sounded as gentle as an April morning and as terrifying as a hurricane, “How is he, Rich?  How is my Love?” He could tell that Cliff had started drifting in and out of consciousness. 

 

There was a loud screech of metal on metal. The convoy had arrived to meet their Destroyer.

 

Rich put his fingers on Cliff’s battered body and whispered, “He’s diminishing.  We have to get him out of here. Shane, please!  We have to get him out of here now.  Please do something.  It’s up to you now.”

 

A man jumped out of the front truck and walked hurriedly toward the small group of Shane, Jack, Rich, and Cliff.  He put his hands in the air as he saw Shane’s body flexing with each breath, ripples of striations and fibers leaping out like freshly caught fish at the slightest movement.  

 

Rich yelled out, “You’d better stop, man. Don’t come any closer.” He had a warning tone in his voice.  Rich didn’t know what Shane could do really, but he could feel it. He was oozing pure unadulterated force.  

 

The man kept walking toward them.  

 

Jack tried this time.  “Seriously, don’t take another step.” He yelled.  Shane’s eyes were wild with a mixture of rage, love, and lust.  It was a powerful, and dangerous combination.  

 

The man kept walking.

 

“YOU WILL NOT COME NEAR HIM!!!!” The voice of a thousand angels combined with the sound from the rumble of a landslide. “IF YOU COME CLOSER, IT WILL BE TO YOUR PERIL. DO NOT COME CLOSER TO HIM.”  There was a power and a promise to those words that made even Rich and Jack tremble.  There was no doubt about who the “Him” was.  For all of Shane’s gigantic muscles and thickness, he was protecting the fragile damaged life between his legs with the greatest of care.  

 

The man took another step, hands in the air.  Shane looked at him quizzically as if sizing up a bug on the sidewalk.  He flicked his wrist as if shooing a fly and the man sored through the air landing in a heap 50 yards away.  

 

Suddenly guns were drawn from all over the convoy.  Large machine-guns, smaller rifles, everything drawn on the muscle monster.  

 

Shane spoke clearly and loudly, but not shouting.  The power in his veins was amplifying his every action.  “You have made a grave mistake.  You have disrespected and possibly killed the only thing in this world that matters to me.  You will pay the price.  It will not be as high if you get him to a hospital…NOW.  If you do not comply, I will do to you what you did to him.  I promise you that.”

 

The silence lasted for a minute.  

A woman in a black business suite started toward the hulking monster and his treasure.  Her hands went up in the air.  

 

“We just want to talk to you.” Her voice was like steel wrapped in silk.  

 

Rich yelled out to the woman, “Ma’am, I think that if you take one more step, my friend here will be likely to fulfill his promise to wipe all of you shit-eaters off of the face of this earth.  And I wouldn’t blame him. Come closer and you will reap the consequences of your actions.” 

 

Rich paused, choking up, “You do not know who you left for dead on the road today.”  He was surprised at how eloquently that came out. 

 

The small band of young men was beginning to get nervous. They had to get Cliff to safety and medical treatment, and soon.  He wouldn’t last much longer.  

 

“Do you surrender to my terms? Shane asked the question with deep sincerity.  While the power-fueled part of him wanted to just destroy every last hummer and even that fuckin helicopter, he knew that it was time to make a move to get Cliff to help.  

 

The woman kept walking toward the small group.

 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She replied.  She sounded like a fucking liar.  She wanted her profit margin or stock prices or whatever the fuck she was working on to increase.  This was a calculated risk on her part.  

 

“If you come ONE step closer to HIM, I will put a fear into your heart that you will not recover from.”  The woman stopped and then took one more step.  

 

Shane looked at both of us quickly and we knew what he was asking of us.  He was leaving hallowed ground and the object of his affection to handle this problem.  He was entrusting Cliff’s care to Rich and Jack.

 

His giant body ran toward the convoy.   He grabbed the woman and tucked her under his massive ripped arms and threw her, not lightly, into a caravan hummer.  He grabbed that same vehicle and picked it up like a deck of cards and threw it a few hundred feet back onto another convoy vehicle.  When the truck hit the other, Shane looked over at the wreckage.  People were scrambling and trying to get out of the wrecked vehicles.  As soon as they got free, he focused for the briefest moment and the two vehicles compacted into a cube the size of a lunchbox.  He heard gasps and cries.  

 

They beat up the wrong guy today.  

 

“If you desire to live, you will take Him to the hospital.  SOMEONE do this NOW or there won’t be a single one of you left to walk away from this.  You did this to HIM now you take care of it or I will personally take care of you.”  It was a simple statement of fact.  

 

The silence fell on the group again. The tense minute passed.  The hulking beast that was Shane stood there ready to take on a well-equipped army complete with air power, but he wasn’t worried.  These people were gnats to him, or maybe less than that.  

 

He heard the sound of someone on the radio…his ears were able to hear exquisitely and although he couldn’t make out what was being said, he felt a détente of the tension in the convoy. 

 

A man stepped out of the third Hummer in line.  He stared directly into Cliff’s electric eyes.  It was the man from the cellar.  The one that was pacing.  The one that berated Shane while he was paralyzed on the table.  It was the man who told him who he was and what they were doing.  It was the man who had kept him in shitty abusive foster families so it would be easier to dose him with radiation. It was the man who hated Shane.

 

Surprisingly, Shane didn’t care about any of that.  His one focus was to get Cliff to medical help.  

 

The man approached.  Jack yelled from their position twenty feet away, “Dude, you’d better stop right there or my massive brother is likely to become your worse nightmare and the rest of us wont…” Shane held up his hand to stop Jack from continuing.  Shane ponderous muscles bulged with granite waves as he motioned to the man to come closer.  

 

“Will you comply with my terms?” Shane asked flatly.

 

“We are willing to assist you in transport of your…friend, if you are willing to…” 

 

“This is not a negotiation! You will do this or you will suffer the consequences!” Shane screamed the words at the man.  Only the wall that Cliff had built in his mind, the one that was imparting him with self-control, was tempering his rage.

 

The man stared at the behemoth in front of him.  He was in awe.  Only 20 feet away was a young man who reeked of pure power.  It was intoxicating to the man.  He wanted the power that Shane possessed in just one of his fingers.  Shane sensed his power lust. 

 

“You will evacuate us now.  NOW!” Shane’s demands were clear and unquestionable.  The man shook like a child who had stolen one too many cookies from the cookie jar.  

 

The man turned his back and started walking toward his Hummer.  He didn’t want Shane to see that he had pissed himself.  

 

The man turned around when he got to the truck. “OK.  The helicopter will take him.” He got on the radio and made the request.  The helicopter stopped circling and approached the group. Shane walked the few steps over to Cliff’s diminished body. He could feel in his bones how weak Cliff was getting.  He was beginning to panic.  

 

He kneeled down his massive mountainous form next to Cliff’s body.  He dug his colossal quads into the ground at the knees, bent over the top of Cliff and put his elbows out.  His head rested on the ground on the other side of Cliff’s chest.  He flared his lats out to encase Cliff in a cocoon of muscle as the helicopter approached.  Rich and Jack shielded their eyes from the dust being kicked up and hunkered down next to the goliath.  

 

The helicopter set down.  A man dressed in dark camo approached the small group. “Let’s go! The closest hospital is still 20 minutes away by air.”

 

Shane put his enormous pylon arms underneath Cliff’s mangled body and lifted.  He thought of just picking him up with his mind, as he had done before, but he could be gentle and he could tell that Cliff desired his touch. He raised him up with surgical deftness and with the softness of a cloud walked him to the waiting chopper.  He held Cliff’s body next to his massive chest and nestled him into the giant cleavage between his monumental planet sized pectorals.  He held him there, securely.  

 

Cliff was in and out of consciousness, but he felt warm and secure.  He could tell Shane was exercising intense care, but it still hurt excruciatingly.  He fought to stay conscious and with Shane’s help, he did a fairly good job.  He could be held between those massive harder-than-steel slabs forever and never be happier.  

 

The four friends were on board the chopper and it was lifting off the ground in seconds.  Shane had found it necessarily to reduce his size in order for all four of them to fit, but he had maintained the size of his pecs.  He knew Cliff liked them and he could tell that they felt good to Cliff.

 

They arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later, much faster than they had thought. Rich thought it was because the pilot was scared shitless of Shane, but it was in face Jack who had wrapped his powerful hand around the pilots arm and told him to go faster, applying just enough pressure to convince the pilot that Jack would destroy him if he didn’t comply.

 

Cliff was fading quickly and Shane was beginning to sense his loss of consciousness was becoming deeper.  Shane could sense his weakened heartbeat as was growing more irregular.  He was struggling to breath. 

 

A shock of fear rushed through Shane the moment they hit the landing pad.  He jumped out of the door and ran at full speed into the hospital, still clutching Cliff to his enormous pec cleavage.  ‘Help me!” he bellowed.  “He needs help, please!” The intense agony in the monster’s voice was palpable.  A young doctor turned the corner and almost ran right into Shane’s enormous planet sized shoulder. Shane looked at the doctor with a wildness that can only come from true fear and grief. 

 

“He is dying!  Help Him!”

 

The doctor looked at the muscle beast in front of him.  His veins coursing across every inch of his body.  Muscles rippling like waves on a pond.  Even with complete physical power and the energy of 100 suns encased in his body, Shane looked helpless. His eyes pleaded with the man.

 

“Come this way, and hurry.  He looks bad.”

 

The doctor hurried to an empty hospital bed.  “Lay him down here.”  Shane hesitated to give him up.  But he had to.  The doctor pulled the phone out of his pocket and pushed a speed-dialed number.  “I need to get into O.R. 1 immediately.  I need three nurses, a tech, radiology, and anesthesia….Yes, right now!”

 

Shane had laid Cliff onto the bed and he was cradling Cliff’s broken skull and swollen face in his enormous meaty palms.  

 

The doctor reached out gently and placed his hand on the beast’s forearm. “I need to take it from here.”

 

“Can I go with him, Doctor?” His voice cracked with emotion. “Can I hold his hand?”

 

“I’m sorry. But I can have you stand outside of the surgical suit.  Can you wait there?”  The young handsome doctor felt that the muscle monster was torn apart by the crumpled heap of humanity that he had brought in.  

 

Rich and Jack came running up.  They hadn’t been quite as fast off the chopper.  

 

“You can help me push him if you’d like.” The doctor still had his hand on Shane’s massive forearm.  He hadn’t seen so much fear on a person’s face in a long time.

 

“Right this way.”  The doctor lead the way down the hallway with Rich, Jack, Shane, and Cliff in tow.

 

They got to a set of large swinging doors.  The doctor looked up at Shane. “You can come into this hallway, but need to stay in outside of the operating room.  OK?”

 

Shane looked at the doctor with his white-blue eyes and nodded.  

 

He stood guard over that room for more than 10 hours.  Countless couriers ran in and out of the room bringing in bag after bag of blood and blood products.  Nurses and surgeons entered to offer their expertise and assistance as the hours went on. 

 

Shane just stood there, watching through the small window in the door, standing guard over his priceless treasure that lay inside.  

 

At one point, the friendly doctor came out for a few minutes.  He took his mask off to look at Shane in the eye.  “He is going to make it I think. There is a long way to go and he will not be able to move or get out of bed for a long time.  But I truly believe that he will live at this point.  We aren’t out of the woods, but things are looking better.”  He stretched his hand out to grab Shane’s.  Shane just grabbed him in a huge hug.  The doctor was crushed as the air was pushed out of his lungs.  “Loosen up, Big Guy.”

 

The doctor walked into the scrub room again and started lathering up, scrubbing his hands, replacing his gown, and mask and prepared to go back into the room clean.

 

A few hours later, Shane sat in Cliff’s hospital room.  Rich and Jack were holding hands on the couch next to the window.  Of course, Shane sat in a chair right next to the bed with his hand covering one of Cliff’s.  The veins in Shane’s hand were pulsing and wrestling to touch Cliff, as they always had done.  The doctor said Cliff would be waking up soon and the guys were all going to be there for that moment.  

 

Just then, Cliff’s eyes fluttered open.  Shane saw it.  He had been staring at Cliff’s face since they had left the O.R.  “Cliff.  Don’t try to speak.  I am here.  Rich is here and so is Jack. We are all here.” Shane’s eyes started to water again as he looked into Cliff’s beautiful eyes.  His face was still mangled but the doctor told them that the swelling would go down over time.  He would have to have more surgeries to fix some other damage as well, but none of that mattered now. 

 

Cliff and Shane stared at each other for a long while.  It was silent in the room. No one wanted to change the mood or interrupt the moment.  There was another conversation happening between the two, through their touch and through their gaze.  It was soft and calm and pregnant with tenderness. 

 

After ten minutes or so, Shane stood up and bent over Cliff’s still body.  His eyes were watering.  He was so grateful for Cliff’s survival.  He bent over to kiss Cliff on the forehead.  A tear from those electric blue eyes fell onto Cliff’s skin and Shane’s lips touched Cliff’s forehead.  His hand was still covering Cliff’s.

 

He then simply asked the question that echoed the one he had after demolishing the cedar tree on their walk back from the weight room on campus. “Did I do well, Cliff?  Did I do what was right?”  They looked into each other’s eyes again.  The answer was clear.  

 

Suddenly, one of the small vessels on the top of Shane’s hand burst as it struggled against Shane’s skin to touch Cliff.  A thick heavy drop of blood rolled off of his hand and onto Cliff’s skin.  Shane went to wipe it off and saw that it had been absorbed immediately into Cliff.

 

The monitors started alarming in the room.  Cliff’s blood pressure was spiking.  He started to convulse.  Rich and Jack ran over to the side of the bed and Shane looked terrified again. Then he went still. 

 

The energy had changed in the room.  It was thick and electric.  

 

Shane felt a surge inside of him.  Something was ripping through him like a razor sharp knife, searing him to his core. 

 

Cliff lay there, entirely still but Shane felt those waves of emotion flowing off of him again.  They kept building and building.  Pounding waves of pure emotion. He felt like he was drowning in Cliff and it felt like he would suffocate…but it felt so good. Distilled passion and sex washed over him. Waves of affection coursed through his being. The energy in the room kept building.  It felt like he was in a pressure cooker.

 

The world went quiet.

 

Then a sound like a clap of thunder shook the room.  Cliff’s body sent out an electromagnetic pulse.  The wave spread out quickly, knocking out the electronics in the room (and they would come to find out, the entire town). 

 

“What was that?” Rich was staring at Cliff’s body.  Then Shane’s eyes got wide.  He started trembling like a leaf.  He started to whimper and looked like he was about to orgasm.  The giant cock snake in his pants leaped to attention, tearing through his pants and slapped into his hard ripped stomach.  

 

Thick veins erupted over Cliff’s exposed arm creating a powerful chain reaction across his skin.  The cords were writhing and moving around like they were alive themselves.  Veins started erupting from every inch of Cliff’s body.  The discolorations of his bruises were fading and the swelling in his face was going down, and quickly.  

 

Entire river systems and road maps of vessels swarmed over his skin.  They even made Shane’s vasculature look pathetic. The vessels grew in thickness and density until every inch of Cliff’s skin was buried under layers of bulging, angry, writhing veins.  

 

Cliff let out a thunderous moan.  There are no words to describe the depth and power in that moan.  The room shook, the windows exploded outward. Jack and Rich shot enormous loads of cum into their pants spontaneously.  Thunderheads of power were rolling off of Cliff’s body.  They could see visible disturbances in the air around him.  Shane pulled back his hand and took a step back.  He could feel what was coming.  His eyes were wild with excitement and with a healthy dose of astonishment.  

 

He wasn’t afraid.  He knew that Cliff’s immense strength was about to become housed in a more resilient body.  His lover was about to become something that he could not fully understand.  Cliff’s mind was stroking Shane again.  “I love you, Shane.  You are mine forever, and I am yours forever.” The words only existed inside of Shane’s head, but they sounded like thunderclaps, echoing around inside of his skull. 

 

Cliff fell to his knees, “Yes, Master. I am.” He barely got the words out of his mouth.

 

Cliff screamed with the intensity of a crazed man, if the crazed man had a microphone set up at a rock concert.  The sound penetrated all of them to their core.  It was earthshattering in its intensity and strength.  

 

Cliff’s eyes were beginning to glow a hot white.  His head was darting around, searching for something…Shane.  “Shane?” the man said with the power of a thousand rivers.  It wracked their bodies with its force. Shane stood back up and approached Cliff, who was pulsating with the layers of veins coursing over his body.  

 

Shane looked at Cliff with awe in his eyes.  His body began to shrink down to his smaller size in deference to whatever was happening to Cliff.  He grabbed Cliff’s hand again and a jolt coursed through him.  His whole body tensed and his teeth clenched together.  

 

Jack jumped up immediately from where he was sitting with Rich to pull Shane away.  He wouldn’t let anything happen to his newfound brother, even though he knew to his core that Cliff would never do anything purposeful to hurt any of them in that room. But, Shane looked like he was about to start convulsing.

 

“It is OK, Jack.  He will be OK.” Cliff’s voice roared, but somehow quietly. Jack backed away slowly, like he had interrupted something sacred.

 

Then, Cliff’s muscles detonated into a being that the world could not comprehend.

 

Without warning, Cliff let out another tremor inducing cry.  This came from the depths of his being.  Shane stood there holding his hand and instantaneously he dwarfed everything in the room.  Lying down on the hospital bed still, his enormous body expanded slightly in length, but inconceivably in mass.  His shoulders jutted out over the side of the bed.  His traps erupted until they served as a hood above his head.  In two seconds, Cliff’s arms had become as thick as a ponderosa pine, and twice as hard.  Cliff’s hospital gown had just enough material to cover a part of Cliff’s bulging breadloaf-sized abs.  Even they had an intricate web of veins running in a honeycomb pattern over them. 

 

Cliff’s legs had fallen to the sides of the bed, not because they had grown slightly in length, but because they had pushed themselves over the sides from pure size.  The quads expanded like a parachute’s ripcord had been pulled.  Billowing stone columns of shredded meat pulsed with power and strength that made Shane’s body earlier in the day pale in comparison.  

 

His glutes had balled up into two spheres big enough to jut his crotch into the air and his lats had expanded enough to be sagging off the table and formed hard muscle shelves for the tank-like arms to rest on.  

 

Speaking of Cliff’s crotch:  The well-endowed 9 inches that he appreciated before was long gone.  In its place stood a tower to manhood. Balls the size of grapefruits hung loosely in his enormous sack. 

 

Shane walked up to the bed and looked into Cliff’s eyes.  They looked calm and he had a soft smile on his face.  His face looked the same, if not slightly more handsome. He looked at Shane with those white-hot eyes, smiled his devastating smile, and simply said, “YES, you may do it.”

 

Shane put his small hands, one on top of the other, around Cliff’s enormous cock and started to jerk his muscle god off.  At this point, Rich and Jack were standing close to the bed as well.  Cliff looked at them with his white eyes and chuckled a deep god-like chuckle and kept smiling.  It was still Cliff in that huge, monolithic body.  Nothing about his mind had changed; he was just monumental in size.  That smile was the same and that gave great comfort to Rich and Jack.

 

“Looks like you two will get along well. Now get back on the couch and make out or something.  Shane and I need to take care of some business.”

 

Jack took this as a command from his master, and Rich wasn’t about to contradict his newly titan sized best friend.  They backed away and into the corner to get to know each other better.

 

“Shane, that feels so good.  I have been waiting for this since we got back from the gym when you broke that 45 pound plate in half.  That seems like a lifetime ago, but it has only been a couple of days.”

 

Shane was busy pleasuring Cliff’s cock, but he looked at his master and simply smiled.  He was raging hard himself, in his small form.

 

Cliff looked at him and Shane could feel some fear and apprehension in the man he loved.

 

“What is it, my Love?  Why are you feeling that way?” Shane looked to his lover with concern.

 

“Shane, what happened to me?  Why did I turn into this thing that would make the Hulk look small? Do you still think I am handsome?”

 

“Cliff, you are the most beautiful person in the world…and if you are like me, you will be able to adjust your size, remember? But for now, please just let me take care of you.  Focus on how you feel with me stroking your huge cock.  I want to make you feel better than you ever have felt before, Master.”

 

A few minutes later, Cliff reached climax.  Pints of thick creamy spunk flew to the ceiling and coated much of the room.  That is only after Shane took his fill.  Cliff had never felt that way before.  Sure he had cum plenty of times, but this was different.  This was with his lover, partner, best friend, and the man who had now saved his life. 

 

He finally stood up.  Over 8 feet of the solidest, hardest, vein-riddled, muscle stood in that room naked.  Being 6 feet across at the shoulders made him look unstoppable and truly like a god.  He looked down at the pecs that jutted out horizontally to the floor for several feet.  He massaged them and motioned Shane over to suck and bite on his nipples.  He felt so good. He loved Shane so much.  Those waves of love had not stopped between them.  In fact, they increased in their power.  

 

Cliff loved his brick-house built body, but longed for Shane’s close embrace and he could tell that Shane was preferential to staying in his smaller size at the moment.  Maybe it was because he had been massive for so much of the day.  Cliff thought, “He probably enjoys me being the big one for a change.”  Shane grabbed his hand and looked up at his with his beautiful eyes and said simply, “I do like it.”

 

Shane looked lovingly at the grotesquely glorious thing that Cliff had become.  

 

Cliff looked down and willed himself back to his normal meaty college boy size and grabbed Shane’s hands.  Then let go and wrapped his warm arms around him and whispered in his ear, “This is going to be a good year.”

 

“I love you Cliff,” was Shane’s only reply.  

 

“Before we head home, I think we need to take care of the people who did this to us. And they have those samples of my blood and tissue.  I don’t know what they could do with them, but I think it wouldn’t be a good thing.  Rich, Jack, you guys stay here. This is something that the two of us need to do together.  Answer any questions that doctor has, but be discreet. He is a good man, but I don’t know if he’d believe the real story. Shane and I need to go take care of some business.”

 

Jack and Rich both nodded.  Cliff and Shane grabbed some hospital scrubs out of the cupboard in the room, put them on their normal sized bodies and walked out of the hospital.  A couple of moments later, Rich looked out where the window used to be before bind blasted out, and across the vast fields of Eastern Washington and saw two huge muscle beasts running toward the west, one a bit larger than the other, holding hands.  “When they get back, I’m sure it will be a good story,” he thought to himself.

 

Jack sank back to the couch and put his incredibly strong arm around Rich and looked him in the eyes with his orbs of blackness.  “Before they left, Cliff and I had a mental conversation, and he let me know that even though he is my master, he is loaning me to you.  What would you like me to do for you, Master Rich?”

 

Rich planted a deep kiss on his new boyfriend and just smiled.

[AlexDrake]

Utterly pure awesomeness. Words fail to describe this tale's epic scope. This is the level of storytelling and writing that we all need to aspire to. 

 

SeaMusc, you have instantly put yourself among the very top of muscle growth authors with this, your very first story. Whatever you produce next – if it's just half as good, the bar is still set at an unattainably high level. And though it's greedy, I have to say: I do hope you will create something new soon and share it with us

[SeaMusc]

Alexdrake,

 

That is a serious compliment and I don't know what else to say other than "Thanks."  I appreciate your comment very much, man.  I am very glad that you liked it.  

[xboy]

good work

[Ro20316]

ill just leave this here!

[SeaMusc]

Ro, 

 

This GIF is brilliant.  Made me laugh.  And it made my night.

 

Thanks! 

[muscl4life]

Great story. I actually enjoyed the quick pace, it was your rhythm your terms, your world, your universe. And it made sense, it felt connected, it felt right. Passionate, intense and graphically rich, powerful descriptions of muscle growth. Wonderful imagery. The most important part is that you got it done, you gave life to your fantasy and made it into a story. Congratulations, you have done a great job!

Cheers!

[GiganticBeast]

I get an inbox from ThickRick saying READ this, calling this one of the best new stories on the SITE! And I TRUST ThickRick. Good head on his thick shoulders.

 

Honestly what more can be said that hasn't already been praised in this one? Already been said the characters were some of the realest most well rounded and fresh we've seen, already been said that the story felt so well connected and flowing that even though it's a 3 part serial it still FELT like one incredible single scene. It's already been said that this has a fucking EPIC scale to it, it FEELS like a classical epic narrative you'd read from the muscle lovin greeks themselves. Honestly, what more can be said?

I KNOW, after jacking my fat beast cock off TWICE to this, back to back, I STILL had enough in me to go back for thirds from the incredibly detailed growth. There ya go!

 

Thanks man for posting this, I can't wait to see what you do next!

[SeaMusc]

@ Gigantic Beast - Coming from you, that is the compliment to beat all compliments.  You're making a big grown man blush...and I think I need to spend some time alone for a few minutes. >:-)  

 

@muscl4life - yes, it was a fun journey.  I'm already spinning my wheels to see what other sorts of trouble I can get into in my fantasy worlds (there are many of them!).  Stay tuned man.  Im glad you enjoyed.  

[flamedelft]

Man, that's a great work for your first story, kudos.

 

My only complaint is that there could be more (there could always be more!), but it's awesome nonetheless.