Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 19, 2016 Popular Post Share Posted June 19, 2016 One “You have great potential,” I heard one guy say to another. The deep voice came from just behind me, close and loud enough to be heard over the bass thundering from the DJ booth. I’d just paid for my drink, after squeezing my way up to the crowded bar and waiting too long to spend too much on a beer. It was Friday night, I had the next week off work, and I was ready to enjoy myself. I started inching my way towards the dance floor. I’d just come from the gym and had my “party pump” on. Pecs clearly outlined in my tight t-shirt, arms stretching the sleeves just slightly, jeans showing off a well-earned bubble butt. I may not have been the biggest guy at the bar – and not nearly big enough for my liking – but I had good size and plenty of definition, and the boys loved it. “I said – you have great potential.” It was the same voice, right behind me once again even though I’d moved a few yards away from where I last heard it. I paused for a second, still assuming this was someone else’s conversation and not wanting to turn around like a fool. “Yeah kid, I’m talking to you,” the voice rumbled. I turned on my heel, eyebrow inquisitively raised, to find out the source of the deep voice. And when I saw this guy...well, I couldn't stop myself from letting out, "Damn." I'm not normally on the hunt for daddies, but this guy was stunning. Taller than me – probably 6'2 to my 5'8 – with a salt-and-pepper high-and-tight, a jawline that could bust down a door, and steely gray eyes. And stuffed into a navy polo shirt was the unmistakable build of a serious, if amateur, bodybuilder. The big man gave me a quick smirk and wink at my response. I'm normally the confident pursuer but in mere seconds he'd gotten me locked on. He extended a calloused hand and we shook. "I'm Jay,” he said. "I want to train you." I was completely caught off guard. "I want to train you"? What the fuck is that? "I want to fuck you"? Sure. Heard that. "I want you to fuck me"? That too. Jay noticed my obvious confusion and smiled. "This is where you tell me your name and ask me what I mean by 'train you.'" The music in the club continued blaring, and guys continued pushing past us, alternately cruising Jay or me. "Hi. I'm Billy. What the hell do you mean by 'train me'?" I laughed. "Billy, you've got a beautiful body. I saw you come in tonight. Just came from the gym, didn't you? Wanted to look big for the boys, I’m betting.” Jay was clearly perceptive. He continued, "You look great right now, but I’ll guess that you want more size. And I know how to turn you into a work of art." "Most guys lead with offering to buy me a drink, Jay.” I smiled. He stepped closer to me, cupping his left hand around the back of my neck, resting his right palm on my chest, and staring down at me with piercing eyes. Normally, I would not tolerate behavior like this from a stranger in the bar, but something about his manner felt comforting. And, well, don't hold it against me, but he was fucking hot. "Let me train you. I'll turn you into a god amongst men." He continued with his intense fixed gaze. This was a man who was efficient with his words. "Can we at least fuck first?" I responded, looking up at him like a puppy begging for a treat. "You mean I don't even have to buy you a drink?" Jay said, with a big smile. I let out a laugh just as he pulled me in tightly against his huge chest and leaned down to kiss me. So powerful, so masculine, so dominant. And yet intimate, soft, tender. I'd never experienced a kiss that had such a profound impact on me, that stopped time, that rewired my brain the way good drugs or great songs can. I felt torn apart and glued back together, and I'd met him just moments earlier. Jay pulled away, gazing down at me with smiling eyes. "Was that as amazing for you as it was for me?" "I... Uh... Yeah..." I babbled like a fool. "Billy, I think this is the start of something incredible. Let's jet." Jay grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd and out the door. I suddenly realized I hadn't had the chance to take in all of him yet. Seeing him walking ahead of me, I got a better sense of just how powerfully built Jay was. It was rare to see a bodybuilder at his height with the width and mass to match the proportions of shorter lifters, but Jay was the total package. Incredibly broad shoulders and lats, a narrow, lean waist, and the most gorgeous squatter's ass and legs I'd ever seen. How he'd squeezed all that beef into those tight jeans was a mystery, but I imagined it involved Teflon spray. We left the club and entered into the cool night. Jay kept a grip on my hand as we walked a few busy city blocks to the parking lot. While I'm by no means closeted and the city is by no means conservative, his forthrightness and effortless confidence in walking down the sidewalk hand in hand felt bold, almost defiant. This was a man who did what he wanted, when he wanted. I just hoped that what he wanted would be compatible with what I wanted. We reached the parking garage and Jay tapped a button on his phone. A few spots ahead, a big black Mercedes sedan came aglow and rumbled to life. So this guy was beautiful, magnetic, AND rich? This was all too much. "Now you're just showing off," I said as he opened the passenger door for me. He walked around and dropped his bulging physique into the spacious, leather-swathed cockpit. "Oh, stud," he responded as he blipped the powerful car's throttle pulling out of the parking spot. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." 14 34 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 19, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 19, 2016 Two It wasn’t until we were out onto 8th Avenue that I realized I had gotten into this stranger’s car with no idea who he was or even where he was taking me. Normally, I was not this impulsive. Normally, I was the one in control. I wasn’t panicked, necessarily. I was a grown man and could take care of myself. But excitement, anticipation, and a little fear of the unknown was making me edgy. Jay, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. He deftly piloted the long Benz through midtown Manhattan’s midnight traffic, weaving around busses and trucks and ignoring the honks of aggressive cabs. He reached across to me, resting his right hand at the back of my neck. A gentle massage with the palm of his hand immediately set me at ease. It’s like he could read my mind. “Where are we headed?” I asked as we continued north. “The park,” Jay answered. Maybe he was taking me on a drive around the city. Who knew? I got my answer moments later as he pulled into the underground garage for a new luxury tower. He wasn’t driving me around Central Park; his home overlooked it. He brought the car to a stop at the valet booth and Jay’s door was promptly opened from the outside. “Good evening, Mr. Cooper,” said the uniformed valet. “Evening, Marcus,” Jay replied as a second valet opened the passenger-side door and welcomed me. I followed Jay to the elevator – the taller man’s long strides had me walking fast to match pace – and stepped in as he waved a card in front of a sensor. The doors slid silently closed and I had a hunch that the elevator car wouldn’t be stopping until it reached a dizzyingly high floor. “It took trust and courage for you to come here with me,” Jay began. The numbers on the elevator clicked by; we were about to enter double digits. “Maybe you came with because you think I’m hot,” he continued. “Maybe you’re just looking for a hook up.” He turned to look me in the eye. “But I don’t think so.” 18… 19… 20… “You feel something stronger. You can’t put your finger on what it is. Not just yet. But you know this isn’t going to be just a one night stand.” 26… 27… “You’re realizing that this is no accident. I didn’t just happen to spot you in the bar tonight and spontaneously decide to bring you home.” Jay’s deep voice rumbled in the confines of the elevator. 39… 40… 41… “No. There are no accidents with me. You’re here because I’ve been looking for you – beautiful you – for years.” 51… 52… “I know everything about you. I know your weight. I know your blood type. I know the name of your first dog and the street you grew up on.” 60… 61… 62… “I know what you jerk off to at night. That, deep down, what you want more than anything is to be huge. Not just a lifter. Not even a pro bodybuilder. Your most primal desire is to be the biggest, most muscular man on Earth.” 73… 74… “I’ve brought you here to share everything I have. The penthouse. The cars. The money and jets and all that shit. It’s all for you to enjoy.” 79… 80… 81… “But most of all, I want to make your fantasy come true. I’m going to turn you into the god of muscle. And I’m going to worship you.” 87… 88… The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. Jay stepped out into an expansive penthouse with a wall of glass looking down upon the city. I was frozen in the elevator, my feet unwilling to move. Jay turned and looked back at me from beside a twelve foot window. “Welcome home, Billy Perkins.” 13 32 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 19, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 19, 2016 Three It was all too much. The pick up line at the bar, the big car, the bazillion dollar view, the elevator monologue, the creepiness of this total stranger seemingly knowing so much about me. I couldn't take it. Instead of stepping out of the elevator into the penthouse, I reflexively poked the lobby button. Jay stood motionless, watching as the doors closed, cutting us off. Compared to the slow climb to the top of the tower, the 88 floor descent felt far more rapid. In mere seconds, I was in the lobby, then on the sidewalk, then standing curbside, hailing a cab. A cabbie spotted me and pulled over. I opened the back door and, just before I could get in, heard his voice. "You have great potential," he said, repeating his first line to me. "And I'm sorry, Billy." I sighed and looked down at my feet. Turning back to face at him, I asked, "And what, exactly, are you sorry about, Jay?” "I came on too strong, and I dumped too much on you at once. But I couldn't hold it in, and I wanted to be honest with you from the start," he said. "Hey, man. You getting in or what?" yelled the driver. I looked at Jay. Gorgeous, huge, hungry for me. I looked at the cab. A ride home, a night alone, and a big, unresolved mystery. I hesitated. "C'mon. I can't wait here forever,” the driver said, pissed at my dallying. I slammed the door closed and the cab sped off. I turned back to Jay and looked up at those intense eyes. "You have some explaining to do," I said as I stepped up to him. "And don't leave out a single thing, because I have all night." 13 28 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 20, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 20, 2016 Four I was sitting in a gigantic black leather sofa in Jay’s penthouse. Across the expanse, over a large coffee table stacked with photo books and thoughtfully-selected artifacts, sat Jay on an identical gigantic sofa. It was after 1 AM. "So," I said, "fill me in." “I’ve been obsessed with muscle for as long as I can remember,” said Jay. “Before I knew I was gay. Before I even knew about sex. I was fascinated by bodybuilders and strongmen. Couldn’t get enough of ‘em.” In the dimly-lit living room, I watched him shift a bit nervously on the sofa, his thick pecs bouncing involuntarily under the polo shirt. “I… I didn’t know if I wanted to be muscular myself, or if I wanted to be around someone who was. I spent years – decades – building myself up. Getting pumped, dieting down, thinking about competing. All that. It’s great… I mean, I love being big and how it feels. But it’s not enough.” “You need it in your partner, too?” I asked. “Kind of,” he continued. “I’ve dated bodybuilders. Huge guys. Some of the biggest. Even a closeted pro or two. But again, it isn’t enough. I want to help someone transform. Help him become a muscle god. I can’t imagine anything more intimate.” “I’m the sole heir to a massive pharmaceutical fortune. I have access to virtually unlimited resources in sports medicine, nutrition science, and performance enhancing drugs. The stuff of science fiction, but it’s legitimate. I can create a monster, but where do I start?” “Do I seduce a pro? Turns out, a lot of them have already pushed their bodies so hard, there isn’t much potential left. Find some random guy and run him through a training regimen? That doesn’t work so well, either. Only a tiny sliver of the population has what it takes – a proven potential for growth, the right genetics, the right age.” “And then there’s the matter of consent. Not just consent but…enthusiasm. Sure, most gay guys in New York wouldn’t turn down adding some lean muscle. But I’m not talking about ‘some.’ I’m not interested in ‘some.’” “So I needed to find a guy who met all of the biological criteria, and was just as obsessed with muscle, and was single. So, a year ago, I started chatting online. Looking for the perfect match.” My mouth dropped open. “Oh my god.” “So you remember,” Jay said with a chuckle. “How many hours did we spend typing back and forth about our deepest desires, Billy? I’m pretty sure you shared things with me that you’ve never been able to say aloud.” “You’re the guy, aren’t you? The one from California?” I asked. We had been constant, if anonymous, chat buddies for months, discussing our mutual muscle fetish in great detail, sharing training tips, fantasizing about the eroticism of extreme growth. “I couldn’t reveal my real name, or send you any photos. I’m too well-known and there was too much risk,” Jay said. “The better I got to know you, the harder it was to maintain the lies. I had to stop writing you.” Jay sighed and shrugged his broad shoulders. “But I never stopped thinking of you. It was trivial to find out more about you. Where you work. Where you live… Well, I know a lot about you.” “At this point, I knew you were just as into muscle as I was, and that you dreamed of being huge – bigger than you would ever be able to get on your own. You seemed to fit a lot of the criteria. And, God, you were just so handsome. I thought you were beautiful in photos, but now that I’ve seen you in person… Photos don’t do you justice, Billy.” I’m sure Jay could see me blushing, even in the dim light. “There was just one more thing I needed to check. Genetic compatibility with the growth regimen.” “What?” I was missing something. “The regimen that my company has developed. It’s sort of a… Well, think of it as an alternative use for an anti-muscle wasting drug. We’ll use it for patients recovering from cancer and other grave illnesses. But used on a healthy adult male, it will have a dramatic impact.” “But it doesn’t work for everybody yet, right? Because if it did…” “Exactly. If it worked for everybody, it would already be on the market. Right now, it only functions on around fifteen percent of the population – those with a specific recessive trait.” “How do you know I’m compatible, Jay?” “Well…” “Tell me, Jay.” “Surely you remember your appendectomy in October.” “Jesus.” “I happen to be on the board of the hospital where your surgery took place and, well, you were already scheduled for a battery of tests, so…” “I could report this.” “You could.” “I could sue the hospital. Sue you.” “Absolutely.” “Why did you tell me all this? Why are you putting yourself in so much danger?” “You had to trust me to stay here. You’re still here. And now you know that I have to trust you. And I’m still here. We both have skin in the game, but we both want this. We both want to do something extraordinary.” Jay stood up from the sofa. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off to reveal a stunning physique. Bigger and more defined than I had anticipated, his round pecs were covered in salt-and-pepper while his carved abs carried just a dusting of hair. Thick lats pushed out beefy arms subtly, and perfectly shaped delts gave him enough width to make doorways look just slightly narrow. With a flick, he unfastened his belt and the fly of his jeans. He bent over to slide them down over thick thighs, and stepped out of them, completely nude. Quads flared deliciously and bulging calves couldn’t be ignored, but it was the pendulous cock hanging up front that demanded the most attention. “I’m six-two and nearly 270.” Jay pulled his arms into a mesmerizing double-biceps pose for emphasis. “You’re about 210 now, right?” I nodded. “When we’re done, you’ll be carrying so much mass, you’ll make me look skinny.” It was my turn to stand up. I walked over to Jay. “This is real, isn’t it?” “Totally real.” He stepped closer to me. “You’re going to take me further than I could ever get on my own, aren’t you?” “Billy, I’m gonna get you bigger than anyone. Anyone.” I stepped closer to him. I could feel the heat coming off his body. “I’d be a monster. A freak.” “You’d be a god. And I would worship the ground you walked on.” “Well, then…” I reached over and ran my hand gently along his perfectly-formed pec. “I guess I’d better enjoy your body while you’re still the bigger man.” 13 1 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 20, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 20, 2016 Five Jay led me from the living room, through a book-lined study, into his bedroom. The walls were wrapped in heavy velvet drapes, creating the feel of a sanctuary within the city. A massive bed was positioned in the middle. Tables on either side held huge lamps and a wide mirror hung above the headboard. He tugged gently on my tight t-shirt. “Take it off.” I shed the shirt and dropped it on the floor. He kicked it away. “By tomorrow, it won’t fit you anyway,” Jay said, almost under his breath. My eyeballs just about popped out of my head, which made him laugh. “We’ll have you up twenty pounds in the next 24 hours. And by the time you go back to work after your vacation, another forty. All muscle.” “That’s impossible!” I was incredulous. This was the stuff of fantasy. Jay bent down and licked my pec. “Mmm. Delicious. But you’ll be that much tastier at 270.” He lifted what looked like a small piece of translucent pink plastic – maybe a inch square in size – off of one of the nightstands and gently placed it on the moist skin. Within a second or two, it seemed to dissolve on my chest and vanish from sight. “What the hell was that?” “Step one. Give it a few minutes. You’ll know when it’s started,” Jay replied. He stepped back to look me over, assessing my body. “Take off your pants.” I shucked my jeans and underwear and stood in front of Jay for evaluation, trying to make myself look big. “You have a beautiful physique, Billy. You’ve made a lot of progress on your own. Can I measure you?” he asked. I nodded and Jay pulled a tape measure from the nightstand drawer. I stood perfectly still as he carefully wrapped the nylon tape around my waist. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “Thirty two. If all goes well, this might actually be dropping as you gain.” He moved the tape upward to my chest and pulled it taut. “And forty five for your chest.” I scowled. Jay grinned in response. “Oh, I know. It isn’t enough for you. It isn’t enough for me either.” I grabbed the tape from his hand, clasping the forty five inch mark and then pulling the tape through with my left hand until my thumb was at the fifty five inch mark. I looked at Jay with a raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is this more like it?” Jay tugged on the tape, pulling it further. Past sixty. Past sixty five. He stopped at seventy. “I’m thinking more like this,” he said. “Dude, that’s insane. No bodybuilder has that kind of size. That would make my chest…” “…bigger in diameter than you are tall. I know,” Jay finished my thought. He gently measured my upper arm, reading off seventeen and a half inches, and my legs at twenty six. Suddenly, I felt my face go flush. A tingling sensation began on my cheeks, descending down my neck, spreading across my torso, and moving down my legs. I looked down to see veins popping under my skin, like what I would see with a great pump at the gym. I felt like I had overloaded on caffeine and pre-workout drinks, and then indulged in a pot cookie. Hyper-alert, yet fuzzy. I looked up at Jay. “Uh… I’m feeling a little… weird…” I got most of the last word out just as my knees gave way. Thankfully, Jay had lightning-quick reflexes and wrapped his big arms around me before I could sink to the floor. “Okay, stud,” he said with a sexy growl. “It’s time to have some fun.” Jay effortlessly laid me down on the huge bed. He laid beside me, his bulging, carved body pressed against mine. “The pink square is a primer,” he explained as he caressed my chest with his calloused hand. “It preps your system to accept the growth serum. It also turbocharges your testosterone production. And, as you can see, has a bit of an effect on your libido.” He made eyes towards my crotch, and I realized that amidst all the sensations, I had an erection. When did that happen? And, holy shit, what a hard on! My dick felt harder than I’d ever experienced, and it sure looked thicker. Like more blood than usual had pumped into it. “Billy, I need you to concentrate right now,” Jay said, innately understanding that all the stimuli was making it difficult for me to focus. “It’s time for me to give you your growth shot. I need you to tell me that you want me to do this. If you aren’t ready, tell me now and we can stop right here.” “It’s so… intense,” I said, in a sort of electrified bliss. “Billy.” Jay was being firm with me now, commanding my attention. I focused on him. Focused on his eyes. “I want it,” I responded with no ambiguity. “I can’t guarantee it’s going to work. And I can’t guarantee it’s safe,” Jay said. “I need it. I need to be massive. I need to be your freak.” Saying those words to this powerful, beautiful daddy got me even more wound up, and my cock – impossible though it seemed – got even harder. “Roll over,” he growled. As I rolled onto my stomach, I heard Jay open a bottle and smelled rubbing alcohol. I felt him disinfect my right glute with a wetted cotton pad. A drawer opened. A click. A finger flicking plastic, chasing out bubbles. Jay’s left hand resting on my butt cheek. A swift jab of a needle, no more painful than the slap of a rubber band against the skin. The silence of the room. Only the sound of my breath against the bedding. And Jay’s breath as he, carefully, expertly, calmly injected me. It was a big shot, and after removing the needle, he applied pressure to the injection site for a few moments. “This shit is going to knock you out, but it’s going to take a little while to kick in.” “What was it?” I asked. “Something I’ve been working on for years. A cocktail of what’s already proven to work for bodybuilders mixed with designer chemicals that will basically remove any barriers you have to muscle growth.” “So…what’s that mean, practically?” “It means you’re going to bulk up as fast as you can eat. No limits,” he replied. “Here, get up on your knees. Look in the mirror.” We were both kneeling on the mattress, looking at our reflections in the large mirror hanging over the headboard. Seeing Jay’s heavily-muscled body beside mine was revelatory. He was so much bigger. So much thicker. “I look like a shrimp,” I said. “You’re nothing of the sort,” he replied. “I just outweigh you by sixty pounds. In a week, you'll look bigger than me.” Jay flexed his biceps, pumping them a few times to pop up the peaks. “Show me yours, Meat,” he said. I brought up my arms and pulled them into a double biceps pose. He was right, really. Judged on my own merits, I was pretty well built. It was just the comparison to the hardcore, experienced bodybuilder next to me that was messing with my perspective. My cock started to stir. Jay moved behind me, continuing the pose. Now I could see his bulging peaks, broad lats, and rounded delts swelling out beyond my profile. My cock responded by swelling, itself. “Look at this. Pay attention to this,” he said, behind me. “Look at how much bigger I am than you right now. In no time – a matter of weeks – you will have grown so much that your body will completely block the view of mine.” Once again, my dick was incredibly hard. My mind was full of images of ballooning biceps, pecs so thick they formed a canyon, monstrous quadriceps, shoulders so broad they blocked doorways. My cock was leaking precum and I was panting with excitement. Jay’s strong hand pressed on my upper back, bending me over. He applied a drop of lube to his fingers and began massaging my asshole. His index finger slipped in, and jolts of erotic pleasure bounced through my body. I’d never reacted so strongly to being fingered. A second finger joined the first, and I was moaning immediately. “Oh fuck,” I let out. “Feels good, huh?” Jay asked. “It’s only gonna get better.” He pulled his fingers out of my tight asshole and I listened as he lubed up his cock. My own dick throbbed, and my balls tingled. They felt so full. The unmistakable sensation of a cock head tickling my ass. A push, patient but firm. The flash of intense pain as my hole was forced to accommodate his rock-hard dick. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fuckin’ thick,” I groaned. “Just relax, Meat. Relax. Let it in,” Jay said as he continued sliding his huge cock in. “Damn, you’ve got a hot ass. We were fucking made for each other.” I could swear he was poking me all the way up in my stomach with that thing. It was painful, but holy shit did it feel good. I moaned in ecstasy as he slowly began thrusting. “Yeah, that’s it. Let your muscle daddy breed you good. My Meat’s about to blow up to freak size.” His sweat began to drip onto the small of my back as he pounded me. “So… hot…” I muttered. “You think your muscle daddy’s hot?” he asked. “Ye…yeah…” The intensity kept building. I’d never had sex this good. Never. “Look at the mirror, Meat. Look at me fucking you.” I met his eyes and moaned. My dick was dribbling pre like a leaky faucet by this point. “No matter how big you get – 250, 300 – your muscle daddy’s always gonna be the one breeding this hot ass. Gettin’ you even bigger.” Jay was pumped and glistening with sweat as he rammed faster. He looked like a god. “Mu… more…” I moaned. I was losing my ability to form words the longer I stayed in this state of ecstasy. “300 isn’t enough for you? 350? You want to waddle when you walk, you muscle freak?” Jay asked with a sneer. “More!” I shouted. More of everything, is what I meant. More fucking, more size, more of this. “400 pounds. Too blown up to dress yourself. A goddamn monster. That what you want, you pervert?” His smile was almost demonic. “Unf. Unf,” I grunted as he slammed with all his weight into my ass. “More!” I shouted again, even louder. Jay’s pace increased, his intensity and aggression never abated, and we were both drenched in sweat. My cock felt so engorged that it might pop, and Jay’s huge dick seemed to have continued swelling too. It didn’t seem possible, but there it was. “450 pounds. Too packed with beef to fit through regular doors without turning sideways. Guns so huge you can hardly squeeze them into a double biceps pose. The biggest bodybuilder to walk the Earth. That enough for you, you sicko?” It was a challenge. There was only one proper response. “MORE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was a one way street. In an instant, my heavy balls pulled up and my dick blasted shot after shot of thick, ropey cum into the sheets. As I came, my asshole clamped down on Jay’s huge tool. In seconds, he let out a primal scream and I felt his lava-hot cum flood my guts. I dropped onto the bed, all of my hyper-active energy vanished, and laid in a sizable puddle of my own jizz. As my heart rate slowed and my eyelids became heavy, I heard the muscular man growl a single word in my ear. “Good.” 13 2 38 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheOnceandFutureFreak Posted June 20, 2016 Share Posted June 20, 2016 Are there any words to describe this? I'm trying to come up with something, but I don't think anything I said will be able to fully do this piece justice. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
perados Posted June 20, 2016 Share Posted June 20, 2016 This is SO hot... simply perfect, by every word. That Jay calls him meat made me cum. I want more of it!!!! A bonus is that Jay fucks Bill, I hope you will keep it that way, no matter how much weight Bill will gain. Make Bil immobile by muscles, but please don't let him gain too much height. Thanks for that peace of art. One of the peststories for a long timeu 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted June 20, 2016 Share Posted June 20, 2016 Woo, great start! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 20, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 20, 2016 Six Sunlight was washing over my face. Daytime. Not morning, but daytime. I opened my eyes and looked around, but was unable to get my bearings. A cavernous bedroom. Gray velvet drapes pulled open to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows. A massive bed that smelled of musk and sex. Oh. So that wasn’t just a hot dream. Jay opened the door, and was visibly pleased to see me awake. “Ah, good. I don’t have to deal with a zombie again,” he chuckled. “Huh?” I asked, my head still a fog of exhaustion and disorientation. “Billy, it’s nearly eleven. You’ve been out for eight hours.” He sat on the edge of the bed and set down the large metal pitcher he was carrying. “Wow,” I responded. “Well, I seem to remember someone drugging me before reaming me out like a fuck toy.” Jay laughed and rubbed the bulge of his crotch. His sweatpants did little to disguise the thick log hanging between his pumped up thighs. “You just let me know whenever you’re ready for round two. Not bad for an old guy, eh?” “More like fucking amazing no matter the age. How old are you, anyway?” “I’m fifty one,” he responded, tugging absentmindedly at the strap of a form-fitting tank top that strained to contain his broad pecs. “That a problem?” I laughed. “Are you kidding? You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met. I just wanted to know. I’m sure you already have my birthdate in your files, don’t you?” He cracked a smile. Of course he knew. “Turning thirty four in a month. If I’m lucky, maybe you’ll want to spend your birthday with me. It’s time for your meal.” “What meal? Is that it?” I gestured to the pitcher. “Yep. Sit up.” He grabbed the pitcher as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I still felt sore and kind of doped up, like my limbs were made of lead. “Honestly Jay, I’m not very hungry,” I said. He shot me a look. “Of course you’re hungry. Your brain just doesn’t know it yet.” He placed his left hand at the back of my head and raised the pitcher to my lips. The metal was cold and covered in condensation. “Drink it. I know you love it.” “How do you know I…” I started to say until he tipped the pitcher and began pouring the shake into my mouth. It was thick and subtly sweet. And he was right. I did love it. I couldn’t drink it fast enough. And I was hungry. Painfully, achingly hungry. I demanded every drop. “Two liters like a pro,” Jay said as he watched me lick the last drop from the rim of the pitcher. “Good job, Meat.” “What the hell is that? Some kind of crazy protein shake?” I asked. “It’s an amped-up meal replacement with a shitload of calories.” “Is that going to make me fat?” I couldn’t ignore the way my gut was bulging out after consuming so much at once. The skin over my abs felt pulled tight and the weight of all that liquid in my stomach was uncomfortable. “If it’s got a ton of calories…” “Don’t forget. Everything you consume goes to muscle. You’re not going to get fat. Trust me.” Jay stood up and walked to the doorway with the empty pitcher. “Anyway, that’s the fifth one you’ve had this morning.” “What the fuck!” I shouted as I jumped to my feet. Instead of being surefooted, I was still fuzzy and off-balance. I stumbled and started to fall. Once again, Jay’s reflexes and brawn jumped in as he dropped the pitcher and steadied me with a powerful grip. “I’ve been feeding you every two hours, Billy. You need to eat constantly to grow.” “Why don’t I remember?” I asked. “The growth serum. It knocks you out. But I can wake you up enough for your feedings,” he responded. “You may not remember them but I sure do.” “You… you didn’t get any sleep, then,” I realized. He smiled down at me and pulled me into a hug. “I don’t need much. Anyway, this is my job now. Like I told you last night, I'm dedicating my life to growing you.” I was overwhelmed. “Look,” he directed me towards a full-length mirror in the corner. “You’re already bigger.” He wasn’t wrong. It was subtle – a friend or co-worker probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference – but I could see it. My shoulders were a touch broader. Lats just a little more pronounced. Legs fuller. I flexed an arm and saw the biceps draw up a bit higher. It felt like a great, all-body pump. But…more, somehow. “Five pounds, probably,” he said. “I think we can ride the first day wave and get you another fifteen by the end of today.” “I need to kiss you now, Jay. I need you to know how much this means to me.” This time, I was the one who pulled him in. He moaned as I held him tight. “So,” I said with a smile as I grabbed hold of his hard cock through the sweatpants. “What’s for breakfast?” 8 1 28 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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