m/m Grunt Forty-Eight : Chapter One

[londonboy]

[Posted for a friend who prefers to remain anonymous.  A great beginning to a wonderful story.]

 

 

 

“Happy newwww yearrrrr…” I slurred my words and chugged another beer. The crowd around me was so loud I couldn’t hear a damned thing.

Another year. This year I need to get bigger. Much bigger. Through a foggy haze I looked at my respectable 15” guns exposed from my favorite black polo. I flexed my bicep and stared at the peak. As the room spinned, I imagined my arm swelling and exploding through the sleeve to reach 20” cold.

Fuck yeah, I want that. NO. I need that. Now how am I going to- I gasped as ice cold shocked my system. A girl’s voice shrieked, “Sorry!” Her drink had managed to soak my shirt all the way through.

I glared at the girl and shrugged, figuring the night was over anyway. Time to head home, get some sleep, and hit the gym after I avoid a hangover.

When I got home, I fired up YouTube and watched some of my favorite videos of the freaks - Joel Thomas, Zack Khan, Big Ramy… if they had massive size and ripped muscle, sign me up. I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes as Big Ramy did another set of barbell rows, his thick lat wings swelling with each rep. I wonder what Big Ramy is doing tonight for New Year’s…

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That was the last thought I could remember before I woke up to a bright light flooding my eyes. I instinctively turned over on the bed and reached for some covers, but there was nothing to grab. I opened one eye and saw nothing but white. A single large room with white walls, white floor, and an oversized white door at the far end.

“Looks like he’s up.” A gruff voice pierced the silence, most likely from an overhead speaker. “Private Richter, send in Grunt Forty-Eight.”

What the hell? I yelled to the ceiling, “What the fuck is this?? Where am I?”

Silence.

My mind raced. I had seen enough movies to know that waking up in a solitary room was never a good thing. I yelled once more, “You’re gonna get sued for this, asshole!” And immediately regretted it. How pathetic did that sound?

The doorknob turned with a creak and the oversized door opened forcefully, slamming into the adjacent wall. A huge shadow attempted to enter the room and was suddenly exposed in the full bright light - FUCK who is that?

He was a giant. No other word to describe it. His head brushed the top of the doorway, and his shoulders were squeezed on both sides by the entrance. He made no attempt to move sideways. Instead he walked straight forward, daring the doorway to stop him. I heard faint cracking sounds as the door yielded to his sheer mass coming through.

After a few steps, he planted his feet firmly a foot apart and stood at full height with his massive arms pulled behind his back. “Grunt Forty-Eight reporting, sir.” His voice boomed, simple and deep.

My mouth hung open as I looked over his body. He was wearing a dark green T-shirt tucked into smartly pressed khaki slacks. Dog chains hung around his neck and seemed to hang in mid-air over his slab-like pecs. Insanely corded triceps exploded out of his short-sleeves as his biceps threatened to tear the fabric on the other sides. Each bicep was adorned with a single thick vein that even his sleeves couldn’t control.

His belt was pulled tight around his waist and from there his quads dominated my attention. His pants did nothing to hide how huge his legs were. Large combat boots finished his attire to give him a classic soldier look.

I was transfixed on his thick neck, sloping wide from his ears to meld with traps that looked inhuman. It was then I noticed that his collar was neatly cut in the center and spread open by his bull neck. The damned beast could barely breathe in that shirt.

Normally I’d be hard as hell right now, but this bizarre room and his size seemed so unreal.

The overhead voice broke my thoughts. “What do you want, Scott?”

I had to laugh. Of course you know my name. I reasoned it out. “Why else would I be here? You must know who I am. So you must know what I want.” I continued to study the Alpha in the room. He didn’t move an inch; only his barrel chest heaved as he took heavy, silent breaths.

The voice replied, “Yes, we know what you want. You want muscle. More than anything. And we know that you like military studs more than anything. We calculate that Grunt Forty-Eight is a 93% match with you.”

I had to laugh again. “What kind of fucked up trick is this?” But damn, he was right. This stud in the room is exactly what I’d imagine as a true Alpha - NO, he’s better than anything I could imagine. His heavy brow made him almost look like a Neanderthal, with a strong nose and lantern jaw so wide it was comical. His face was dusted with a day-old stubble. He was still far enough away that I couldn’t guess at his height or weight, but he looked as thick as Big Ramy.

As if they were reading my thoughts, the voice explained, “Yes, you were the best match to Grunt Forty-Eight. We have been monitoring your online activity and we are convinced that you are the key to this Grunt’s success.”

My brain struggled to follow his logical tone. “How am I the key?” I asked stupidly.

“We must begin the Pairing. We have wasted enough time talking. You may approach Grunt Forty-Eight now.” The speaker cut out as if the communication were disabled.

I got out of the bed and realized I was wearing the same clothes at the New Year’s party. Grunt stood still, eyes straight ahead.

Well shit, I got nothin else better to do. Even if they’re watching, this might be my only chance to be near so much muscle. The biggest guy I’d been with was 5’10 and 200 of solid muscle. I thought that was huge back then.

I swallowed hard and started walking towards Grunt. Every step I took, Grunt seemed larger and larger. I stopped when I was about a handshake distance away and peered up at his buzzed head. He still looked straight ahead, easily over my 5’6 frame. He must be at least 6’5. My peripheral vision wasn’t ready for the sheer mass that took up the space in front of me. His mass was so absolute; I suddenly felt insignificantly small next to this massive specimen.

I cleared my throat. “Grunt Forty-Eight?”

The giant finally moved his eyes down towards me. They shimmered a deep green. “Awaiting your orders, sir.” His voice rumbled through my body.

My curiosity was quickly faltering to pure lust as I realized how deep his chest and rib cage were. If I reached out to touch him, the first thing I could touch would be those massive pectorals.

What should be my first order? I can’t even think straight now. His body did indeed match Big Ramy’s size and definition, if I could imagine seeing Big Ramy in real life. His forearms were covered in webs of veins as he held the pose with his wrists clasped behind his back.

Sometimes the simplest things are the sexiest. I gave my first order: “Grunt, take off your shirt.”

In one fluid movement, the monster moved his hands to his front, crossed them, and began pulling his shirt out of his pants. I inhaled sharply as he exposed his lower abdominals, thick raviolis resting on top of his belt buckle. His pythons stretched and tore his shirt as he inverted it over his torso. Massive wings flared out as his back was uncaged to breathe fresh air. A heavy musk of gym and sweat hit my nose. He easily forced the poor shirt off and tossed it casually to the side, his pecs heaving once again as he breathed in and out.

Grunt looked even more powerful without his shirt constraining him. His dog tags rested comfortably in the deep crevice between his pec meat. The cuts on every muscle were astonishing, with development I had only seen on pro bodybuilders in their peak condition. His smooth, paper-thin skin looked bronzed as if he spent his days outside.

The gorilla-sized brute resumed the pose with his arms behind his back, causing his delts to explode into three distinct heads of beef. Grunt then exhaled slowly, crunched his abs into a perfectly symmetrical stack of bricks, and stared straight at me. My mouth went dry as I stared back into the Alpha’s eyes, knowing that he would do whatever I asked next.

[iceman751]

Hehe another great beginning to hopefully a many part story, I love when this happens, where the guy in control is the smaller one, and the one who is basically an unstoppable monster answers to his every demand, someone who is so seemingly powerful, so strong, to the point that I'm guessing he could rip apart a car with his bare hands or more, doesn't do anything without the command of someone who is much smaller, shorter, and definitely less muscular than him. That's something that I've been enjoying out of you a lot, LB, you're one of the very few who writes stuff like that! Keep up the great work!

[arpeejay]

Outstanding! Thanks for sharing! Here's hoping your friend will step into the light!

[myfaceisitchy]

Can't wait for part 2

[msclbldr]

I hope your friend is busy at the keyboard working on the next installment!

[SeaMusc]

Me too.  I love the set-up for this.  Cannot WAIT for more!  You've got a very talented friend LondonBoy 

[Lukullus]

WOOOOOOF, awesome new story, Londonboy!

WOW

[Guest]

Very good indeed.